I stared at my phone screen, my heart pounding in my chest. The video my friend Mia had sent me was unlike anything I’d ever seen before. It was raw, unapologetic, and so devious that my cheeks burned just thinking about it. A woman, her face hidden behind a wooden partition, her lips wrapped around a cock that slid through a hole in the wall. The sound of her muffled moans, the way she licked and sucked with such desperation—it sent shivers down my spine.

I tried to look away, but I couldn’t. My fingers tightened around the phone, my breath coming in shallow gasps. There was something about the anonymity of it, the danger, that made my stomach twist in the most delicious way. I’d never considered myself the type of girl who would do something like that—suck a stranger’s cock through a hole in the wall, taste his cum without even knowing his name. But now? Now I couldn’t stop thinking about it.

“You’re such a bad influence,” I texted Mia, my fingers trembling slightly as I typed.

Her reply came almost instantly. “You’re welcome. Admit it—you’re into it.”

I hesitated, my thumb hovering over the screen. Was I into it? I mean, I’d watched the video three times already. Each time, the heat between my legs grew more intense, my panties damp with arousal. I wanted to deny it, to tell her she was crazy, but the truth was… she wasn’t wrong.

“Maybe,” I finally replied, biting my lip. “But it’s not like I’d actually do it.”

“Why not?” she shot back. “You’re single, you’re curious, and you’re in the prime of your life. Live a little.”

I chewed on my bottom lip, my mind racing. Mia had always been the wilder one of the two of us, the one who pushed boundaries and embraced her desires without shame. And now, she was tempting me to do the same.

“I don’t even know where I’d find something like that,” I typed, half-hoping she’d drop the subject.

“Oh, honey,” she replied, her words dripping with mischief. “I know just the place. Let me take you.”

The bar was dimly lit, the air thick with the scent of sweat and alcohol. Mia led me through the crowd, her hand gripping mine tightly. My heart was racing, my palms slick with nervousness. The place was… seedy, to say the least. But there was something undeniably thrilling about it, something that made my pulse quicken with anticipation.

“This is it,” Mia whispered, leaning close so I could hear her over the music. She gestured to a row of wooden partitions at the back of the bar. Each one had a small hole cut into it, just big enough for a cock to slide through. My stomach twisted with a mix of excitement and anxiety.

“I don’t know if I can do this,” I admitted, my voice trembling.

Mia turned to me, her eyes blazing with intensity. “You can. And you’re going to love it. Trust me.”

I took a deep breath, trying to calm my racing heart. Mia had always been the one to push me out of my comfort zone, to make me try new things. And deep down, I knew I wanted this. I wanted to feel that rush of adrenaline, that sense of forbidden pleasure.

“Okay,” I finally said, my voice barely above a whisper. “I’ll do it.”

Mia grinned, squeezing my hand. “Atta girl. I’ll be right here if you need me.”

I nodded, swallowing hard as I stepped toward the first partition. My hands were shaking as I pushed open the small door, revealing a dark, enclosed space. There was a stool in the corner, and I sank down onto it, my legs trembling beneath me.

For a moment, I just sat there, staring at the hole in the wall. My heart was pounding so loudly I was sure everyone in the bar could hear it. But then, I saw movement on the other side of the partition. A shadow shifted, and a moment later, the tip of a cock appeared through the hole.

I froze, my breath catching in my throat. It was real. This was really happening.

Don’t think, just do it, I told myself, my hands trembling as I leaned forward. The scent of musk and arousal hit me, making my head swim. I hesitated for just a moment before parting my lips and wrapping them around the tip of his cock.

A low groan echoed from the other side of the wall, and I felt a jolt of excitement surge through me. The taste of him was salty and slightly bitter, but it only made me want more. I pressed my lips tighter around him, my tongue darting out to lick along the underside of his shaft.

His hips bucked forward, and I moaned softly as his cock pushed deeper into my mouth. I could feel the heat of him, the way his pulse throbbed against my tongue. It was intoxicating, the way he filled my mouth, the way he thrust into me with such desperation.

I moved with him, my lips sliding up and down his length, my tongue swirling around the tip of his cock. He groaned again, his hands slamming against the partition as he fucked my mouth with increasing urgency. I could feel my own arousal building, my panties soaked with need as I sucked him harder, faster.

And then, with a strangled cry, he came. His cock throbbed in my mouth, and I felt the warm, salty rush of his cum flood my tongue. I swallowed eagerly, my lips milking every last drop from him as he shuddered with pleasure.

When he pulled away, I sat back, my heart racing, my lips swollen and wet. I could still taste him on my tongue, the heavy weight of his cum in my stomach. And I wanted more.

I stood up, my legs still shaky, and moved to the next partition. This time, I didn’t hesitate. I opened the door, sat down, and leaned forward as soon as the cock appeared through the hole. This one was thicker, harder, and I moaned softly as I took him into my mouth.

I lost count after that. I moved from one partition to the next, my lips wrapped around cock after cock, my tongue swirling and sucking with a hunger I didn’t know I had. Each time, I swallowed every drop of cum, savoring the taste, the way it filled me up inside.

Mia was right. I was into it. More than I ever thought possible.

“How’s it going?” Mia asked, her voice teasing as she peeked into the last partition.

I looked up at her, my lips glistening with saliva and cum. “It’s… amazing,” I admitted, my voice husky with arousal.

Mia grinned. “Told you. Ready for round two?”

I hesitated, my heart pounding in my chest. But then, I nodded, a wicked smile spreading across my face.

“Yes.”

I followed Mia through the dimly lit hallway of the glory hole bar, my heart racing with every step. The air was thick with the scent of musk and anticipation, and the low hum of voices and moans echoed around us. Mia glanced back at me, her eyes glittering with mischief, and I could feel my own arousal building with each passing second.

“You ready for this?” she asked, her voice low and sultry.

I nodded, though my stomach was a whirlwind of nerves and excitement. This is it, I thought. No turning back now.

She led me into a small booth, the walls lined with red velvet and the faint sound of muffled voices coming from the other side of the partition. In the center of the wall was a hole, just the right size for a cock to slide through. My breath hitched as I realized what was about to happen.

Mia positioned herself in front of the hole, her back to me, and I watched as she leaned forward, her lips parting slightly. “Come here,” she murmured, her voice dripping with temptation.

I moved closer, my body practically trembling with anticipation. She reached back and pulled me in front of her, our bodies pressed together, our faces inches apart. “We’re going to share this one,” she whispered, her breath warm against my cheek.

Before I could respond, I heard the sound of a zipper being undone on the other side of the wall, and then, slowly, a cock emerged through the hole. My eyes widened as I took it in—thick, veiny, and already hard. Mia’s hand reached out, wrapping around the base, and she guided it toward both of us.

“Open your mouth,” she instructed, her voice firm but laced with excitement.

I obeyed, my lips parting as she positioned the head of the cock against them. I could feel the warmth of it against my tongue, the faint taste of pre-cum already on my lips. Mia leaned in, her mouth joining mine, and together, we began to suck.

The sensation was overwhelming. Two mouths on one cock, I thought, my mind spinning. I could feel the way our tongues moved in sync, the way our lips brushed against each other as we worked the stranger’s length. Mia’s hand stayed at the base, guiding the rhythm, while I focused on taking as much of him as I could into my mouth.

He groaned on the other side of the wall, a deep, guttural sound that sent a shiver down my spine. I could feel him throbbing against my tongue, his cock growing even harder as we pleasured him. Mia’s hand tightened slightly, and she pulled back, letting me take the lead.

I wrapped my lips tightly around him, my tongue swirling around the head before taking him deeper. I could feel the way his cock twitched in my mouth, and I knew he was close. Mia’s hand moved to my hair, her fingers tangling in the strands as she watched me with hungry eyes.

“That’s it,” she whispered, her voice breathless. “Make him cum.”

I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation. The taste of him, the sound of his moans, the way Mia’s hand tightened in my hair—it was all too much, and yet, I wanted more. I bobbed my head faster, my lips moving up and down his length, my tongue working him with every stroke.

And then, I felt it. His cock pulsed in my mouth, and I knew he was cumming. I pulled back slightly, letting the first spurt hit my tongue, the warm, salty liquid flooding my senses. Mia leaned in, her lips catching the next spurt, and together, we swallowed every drop.

When he finally pulled out, I leaned back, my breath ragged, my lips still tingling from the sensation. Mia looked at me, her eyes dark with desire, and I could see the hunger in her gaze.

“Good girl,” she purred, her voice low and sultry.

I felt a blush creep across my cheeks, but I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. Mia reached out, her thumb brushing against my bottom lip, and I could feel the way my body trembled at her touch.

“Ready for the next one?” she asked, her voice teasing.

I hesitated for a moment, my mind still reeling from what had just happened. But then, I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Yes.”

Mia grinned, her eyes sparkling with mischief, and she led me to the next booth. My legs felt weak, my body still buzzing with the aftermath of the last encounter, but I knew I couldn’t stop now. I needed more.

She pushed open the door to the booth, and I stepped inside, my eyes immediately drawn to the hole in the wall. Mia followed me in, her body pressing against mine as she positioned us in front of it.

“This time,” she whispered, her lips brushing against my ear, “we’re going to take turns.”

I could feel my arousal spike at her words, and I nodded eagerly. Mia leaned in, her tongue tracing the shell of my ear, and I shivered at the sensation.

“But first,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry, “I want to taste you.”

I felt a jolt of heat between my legs, and I could feel the way my body responded to her words. Mia’s hand moved to my waist, her fingers slipping beneath the waistband of my skirt, and I could feel the way my breath hitched in anticipation.

“Mia…” I breathed, my voice barely a whisper.

She grinned, her hand moving lower, her fingers brushing against the fabric of my panties. “Shh,” she murmured, her voice teasing. “Let me take care of you.”

I could feel the way my body trembled at her touch, my arousal building with every second. Mia’s fingers slipped beneath the fabric, her touch warm and gentle as she explored me. I closed my eyes, losing myself in the sensation, the way her fingers moved against me, the way her breath was warm against my neck.

And then, I felt it. The wave of pleasure crashed over me, and I could feel the way my body shuddered in response. Mia’s hand stayed steady, her fingers moving in slow, deliberate circles as she brought me to the edge and then pulled me back.

“Mia,” I moaned, my voice breathless, my body trembling with need.

She grinned, her hand moving away, and I could feel the way my body protested at the loss of her touch. “Now,” she whispered, her voice low and sultry, “it’s time for the next one.”

I could feel the way my body responded to her words, my arousal building once again. Mia moved in front of the hole, her lips parting slightly as she waited for the next cock to appear.

And then, I saw it. Another cock, thick and hard, emerged through the hole, and Mia leaned in, her lips wrapping around the head. She looked back at me, her eyes dark with desire, and I could feel the way my body trembled with anticipation.

“Your turn,” she murmured, her voice low and sultry.

I moved closer, my lips brushing against the base of the cock as Mia pulled back. I could feel the way his cock pulsed against my tongue, the way he throbbed with need, and I knew I couldn’t wait any longer.

I leaned in, taking him deep into my mouth, my tongue swirling around his length as I pleasured him. I could hear the way he groaned, the sound sending a shiver down my spine, and I knew he was close.

And then, I felt it. His cock pulsed in my mouth, and I knew he was cumming. I pulled back slightly, letting the first spurt hit my tongue, the warm, salty liquid flooding my senses. Mia leaned in, her lips catching the next spurt, and together, we swallowed every drop.

When he finally pulled out, I leaned back, my breath ragged, my lips still tingling from the sensation. Mia looked at me, her eyes dark with desire, and I could see the hunger in her gaze.

“Good girl,” she purred, her voice low and sultry.

I felt a blush creep across my cheeks, but I couldn’t help the smile that spread across my face. Mia reached out, her thumb brushing against my bottom lip, and I could feel the way my body trembled at her touch.

“Ready for the next one?” she asked, her voice teasing.

I hesitated for a moment, my mind still reeling from what had just happened. But then, I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest.

“Yes.”

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