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Good Time at the Glory Hole

I stare at my reflection in the grimy bathroom mirror, my heart pounding in my chest as I meticulously apply the last stroke of cherry red lipstick. The neon lights cast a sleazy glow over my transformed image; the lacy lingerie clinging to my body, the fishnet stockings, and the impossibly high stilettos making me feel both vulnerable and powerful. My eyes widen with excitement as I hear the gruff murmurs and heavy footsteps outside the stall. The air is thick with the scent of cheap cologne and desire. I lean closer to the mirror, whispering to my reflection, "Tonight, I am not just a sissy boy. Tonight, I am a cock-hungry slut, ready to conquer the infamous Glory Hole Dungeon." With a deep breath, I adjust my skimpy dress and strut out, the click-clack of my heels echoing through the dimly lit corridor, leading me to the pulsating beat of the adult arcade.

The moment I enter the small, dimly lit booth, I’m are hit by the overpowering scent of male musk and stale cigarette smoke. The walls are adorned with sticky, well-used tissues, and the floor is sticky under my high-heeled feet. I approach the glory hole with a mix of trepidation and excitement. The sound of a zipper and rustling fabric alerts me to an anonymous patron on the other side of the wall. A hot, hard cock appears through the hole, and I can see the glint of anticipation in the stranger's eyes as they watch me through a small, tinted window. The head of the cock is already glistening with precum, and my own mouth begins to water at the thought of what's to come.

Without hesitation, I drop to my knees, my dress riding up to reveal my lacy thong. I wrap my delicate, gloved hands around the base of the shaft and give it a gentle squeeze. The stranger groans in approval, and I feel a thrill shoot through my body, knowing that I have power over this anonymous being. I lean in closer, my plump lips parting as I take the head into my mouth. The stranger gasps, and I revel in the feeling of his cock on my tongue, the saltiness of his precum mingling with the sweet taste of my cherry lipstick.

As I begin to bob my head up and down, the man's hips start to buck in rhythm with my movements. His grip tightens on the wall as he tries to control his urges. I can hear the sound of his breath hitching, and the occasional grunt escaping his lips. I know I'm good at this, having practiced countless times in the safety of my own home. But the thrill of the unknown, the danger of the public place, makes it so much more exhilarating.

I glance up at the tinted window and make eye contact with the stranger for a brief moment. His eyes are filled with lust, and I can see a hint of surprise at the skill with which I'm handling him. He says nothing, but his eyes tell me all I need to know. I suck harder, taking more of him into my mouth, feeling his cock hit the back of my throat. I gag a little, but I'm used to that by now, and I keep going, eager to please.

My hands explore the stranger's cock and balls, feeling the tension in them as he gets closer to climax. I can feel the cock pulse in my mouth, and I know he's about to cum. I swirl my tongue around the tip, teasing the sensitive spot, and he groans, his hips bucking wildly. I suck even harder, my cheeks hollowing out as I try to take him as deep as I can...

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meme-en-abyme

4 weeks ago

I am queer! I ❤️ it!