This story is a work of fantasy, fiction, parody and satire. As such, no offence is meant to anyone who is mentioned within it as they would never act this way in real life. This is just a fictional erotic fantasy story to be read by those over 18 years of age. All characters mentioned within this text are 18 years of age or older and are therefore considered to be consenting adults. I make no money from this story and do not know any of the characters mentioned within it. If piquantly described sex and harsh, colourful language offend you then really you shouldn’t read on, should you? You’ve ALL been warned
Hope you all enjoy it and if you've any constructive comments to make please email me at johnmconnors(at)protonmail(dot)com or PM me on the site.“She took her tongue out her mouth, put it on top.
Like a cherry, started movin' it like a snake
and it was very irresistible”
She Swallowed It – NWA
The Thrill is Gone
Arriving back to cold, dreary London from sunny Portugal had been tough. The snow had started to fall a few days after Melissa had touched down at Heathrow to further compound it. A slight flurry here and there at first and then pretty steadily since early that afternoon, coating the city in a white powder that crunched underfoot. It was predicted to be the heaviest snowfall for over a decade. Judging from the pictures that her had mother had texted her, it was already beginning to drift in Kent.
Thankfully, the inclement weather would not interfere with her plans tonight. She was staying at one of her friend's apartments in Canary Wharf, so she didn't need to worry about being stranded and unable to get back to Kent. Emma was away in Spain for the week, and Melissa had asked her if she could stay there tonight. She'd told Emma she was meeting friends for dinner and drinks in Brick Lane that evening. It hadn't been a problem at all, and Emma had even left a bottle of Pinot for Melissa. A lovely thought from one of her besties.
Dinner and drinks were the last things on her mind as she stared out of the taxi window as it lurched and jolted down Blackheath Road. She watched the snowflakes twirl and dance in the air, illumined by the street lights sentried along the road. Traffic was sparse with just a few taxis and cars on the road at this hour on a Sunday evening. Save for a few brave souls out in the cold, heads down as they endured the wintry weather, the footpaths were also pretty empty. She could see their breath hanging in the air as they shuffled morosely through the cold. A shiver ran up her spine when the taxi stopped at the traffic lights outside the Travelodge Hotel. After the lights, they would come to Deptford Bridge. They were close to New Cross Road, and closer still to Club 487.
"I can't believe I'm actually gonna' do this." she thought to herself, and her feelings of excitement and anxiety increased. She picked up her phone and started fiddling with it, the light from the screen illuminating the back of the taxi.
As the traffic lights turned green and the cab trundled forward, Melissa's mind and tummy were in turmoil, and she was torn between wanting to go through with it and calling it a day. Heading back to Emma's and having a glass or two of Pinot while watching Netflix had its appeal, and she had spent the last few days since she'd gotten back from Albufeira second-guessing her decision. A fantasy was a fantasy after all, but did she really want to go through with this?
"You wouldn't be sat here in this cab if you didn't want to do it." She argued with herself. "It's literally all you've been thinking about for the last few months."
Truth be told, she'd been thinking about it for longer than a few months. It had been over a year since she'd seen the porn movie on Paul, her ex-boyfriends' iPad, and been enraptured by it. She had watched porn before, of course, but never this genre of film. The premise of this particular skin flick was pretty simple. A woman in a room with two gloryholes cut into the wall, sucking random cocks that were stuck through them. They couldn't see her, and she couldn't see them.
And that was what had turned Melissa on the most, the whole anonymity of it all. No-one knew who anyone was, but were getting off just the same. One particular video had captivated her more than any other. It was of a pretty black woman who brought ten men to orgasm in an hour using just her mouth, swallowing their loads as they came. She'd watched that one a few times, fantasising about doing the same. Kneeling down in a darkened room in front of a gloryhole, kissing, licking, and sucking on whatever penis was presented to her. Listening to the men moan as they climaxed, feeling their cocks twitch and jolt as they deposited their warm, sticky payload in her mouth.
Over the next few weeks, she'd become obsessed with it, spending hours online watching gloryhole movies and researching gloryholes in London. She'd learned that while they were primarily the preserve of the gay community, there were two straight ones in the city, one in an adult cinema in Soho and the other in an adult club on New Cross Road. That was the one she was headed to now, and as the cab passed under Deptford Bridge and drove along the Broadway, she knew they were getting closer.
She'd not been to this part of London before, and staring the taxi window, she saw how run-down the area was. The street was lined with old, decaying buildings; some were boarded up, some with broken windows. Discoloured, plastic signs adorned most of the buildings along the street, adding to its ramshackle appearance. In a way, though, the run-down, seedy nature of the location suited Club 487.
New Cross Road was not a lot better; the street lined with bookies, takeaways, and many random shops. The road was narrower, so Melissa was able to see buildings on both sides of it. She sat up in her seat and stared out the cab's right-hand side, trying to locate the Club. She saw it through the street lights and falling snow, a building with a broken sign overhead for a printing company that had long gone out of business. She noted that the adjoining building had been demolished since she had seen pictures of it, an empty space ringed with temporary wooden fencing plastered with promotional posters replacing it. As the cab rolled by, she looked back at the Club and felt her heart beat quicker in her chest.
"Royal Albert pub?"
Torn from her thoughts, she replied.
The cab driver looked at her through the rear-view mirror.
"You going to the Royal Albert pub?"
"Yeah. Sorry! The Royal Albert. That's right." She stammered as the cab started to slow down.
"OK. We are here."
Despite the cold, she saw a couple of people outside smoking, shuffling about, trying to keep warm. Looking up and down the street, she saw very few people out and about.
"That'll be £25." The taxi driver intoned, and he switched on the cabs dome light so that Melissa could pay him. She fished out three tens from her purse and handed them across to the driver, telling him to keep the change. He flashed her a smile and thanked her. Smiling back, she put on her winter jacket, affixed her blue bobble-hat to her head, and opened the taxi door.
"You have a good night, Miss." the taxi driver called after her.
"Thank you! Same to you too." Melissa replied, and she stepped out of the cab, closing the door behind her.
The cold air assaulted her when she left the cab's warm confines and stepped out onto the snow-covered footpath. The wind chill factor made it seem even more arctic, and she shivered, quickly doing up her winter coat. She grimaced as a blast of wind cut through her, driving flakes of snow into her face. She looked around at the pub, and it did look very tempting. Warm and inviting and out of the elements. As the door opened, and another smoker stepped outside, laughing and general merriment wafted out at her from its confines. She turned around and looked across the road. About 200 yards away was Club 487, and she quivered a little, peering into the night.
"You want to do this, Mel." She thought to herself.
There was always the place in Soho? She dismissed that out of hand. No, that wasn't an option for her. Given the clientele likely to frequent it, she was too well known to do something like this in Soho. She'd be recognised either going into or out of that cinema, given how busy the place typically was. It had to be here in New Cross. Taking a deep breath, she carefully crossed the road, and once she was outside of the estate agents, she took one final lingering look at the Royal Albert, pushed up the lapels of her coat, and started walking towards Club 487.
Her heart skipped faster as she walked on through the wind and snow, looking left before crossing the street. Walking past the wooden fencing, she felt goosebumps erupt on her arms when she saw a wooden door marked 487A and embedded into the building was an ATM, its green light blinking like a beacon in the dark.
Then Melissa was outside it, a black metal door with a peep-hole at eye level and a bell just below it. She looked up and saw the cracked signage confirming what she knew already. Her heart was pounding, her mouth dry when she saw the sign on the door.487. Private members only. Stiff door, push hard.
She looked up and down the street, but there was not another soul on it.
"Not too late to turn back, Mel." She heard herself say. "You can go home and forget about all this. Have a nice glass of wine or two in the bath. Watch some TV. Maybe even play with your wand for a little while."
She stood in front of the door for a minute, torn between staying or going. She walked a little way up the road away from the Club, past several shops before stopping at a wrought iron gate. She remembered the excitement that she had felt watching that first gloryhole video over a year ago, and how she had fantasised about doing the same thing. She thought about the excitement she had felt planning this visit, the thrill she had felt when she had decided in Albufeira that she would go through with it.
"Let's do it, Mel." She whispered to herself.
She turned around and retraced her steps back towards the black door and stood there for a few seconds. She took a deep breath and pressed the bell.
"Who the hell is this?" Claire Holding swore as the doorbell rang, interrupting the game of Candy Crush she had been engrossed in. She couldn't check the Club's CCTV cameras as neither were working at the moment and were unlikely to be replaced now that the Club was due to close. Pending an appeal, of course.
Setting down her phone, the handsome brunette 50-something sighed with irritation and climbed the wooden stairs to the main entrance. It was nearly 8 o'clock, and the Club closed at 9pm. All the regulars knew that. Who could this possibly be?
"This better not be the Met again," She muttered, peering out the lozenge-shaped peep-hole affixed to the black iron door. She did a double-take when she saw a very pretty young blonde girl standing outside, shivering in the cold.
"What did she want?" Claire shook her head and, sighing deeply, pressed the intercom.
"Listen, love, if you're looking to use the toilets, the Royal Albert is a couple of hundred yards down the road, to the right, and across the street. You can't miss it."
A sweet voice answered her back.
"Uh…hi. No, I'm not looking to use the toilets. Look, can I come in? I'm literally freezing out here."
Claire looked at the young woman, wrapped in her winter coat and pink bobbled-hat, and grunted to herself. The girl may be in trouble, and if she could help her, she should.
"OK, darling. You'll need to push the door hard as it is as stiff as a board."
The blonde nodded her head, and Claire pushed the door release. The girl initially struggled with its weight, and it took the two of them to open it so that she could squeeze inside. Once she was in, Claire closed the door and bolted it.
"God, it is freezing out there. I was literally turning to ice!" The girl spoke, her voice quivering, her eyes darting around Claire and down the Club's stairs.
Claire now got a better look at her. She wasn't just a pretty girl; she was beautiful. The girl had taken off her hat, and her long straight blonde hair rolled down past her shoulders. She was slightly shorter than Claire, with tanned skin that was pretty much perfect looking. She had a little mole on her right-hand cheek that only accentuated how flawless her skin was. She wasn't wearing much make-up, but she really didn't need to. Her blue eyes gleamed like jewels. She was a doll, alright.
"OK, darling. How can I help you? You looking to use the phone? You want me to call you a cab?"
The blonde shook her head and giggled nervously.
"Um, no. Ah… I've come here to…ah…have a look around."
Claire raised an eyebrow and stared at the girl.
"You do know what this place is, don't you, love?"
The girl nodded.
Claire looked at her appraisingly.
"Look, if you're a hack from one of the papers or magazines, I've nothing to say. The place is closing down in a few weeks anyway, and we've had lots of you journos here over the last few weeks."
The young woman shook her head profusely.
"No…No…No. I'm not a journalist. I'm literally the last person who would be a journalist!"
Irritated now, Claire sighed, pointing to her watch.
"Then what do you want, darling? The place closes in about an hour, and I have things to be doing."
The girl spoke in a low voice, hesitating a little, her voice shaking.
'C'mon, my love. Spit it out."
The girl gulped and blurted out.
"I want to use your gloryhole."
Claire took a step back, raising an eyebrow appraisingly at the young woman in front of her.
"Use the gloryhole? Really? Well, I certainly didn't expect you to say that, darling! OK, well, you'd better follow me. Watch the steps, my love. They are quite narrow."
Claire led the way, holding onto the bannisters, descending the stairs slowly, her heels clacking on the bare wooden steps.
"What's your name, darling." She asked the blonde who was following behind her.
Claire stopped and turned on the steps and smiled up at the girl.
"Well, it's nice to meet you, Melissa. My name is Claire. I run the front desk here. Gerry runs the operations, but he's upstairs most of the time. Counting the money and drinking scotch mostly."
The blonde smiled down at her, a sweet smile that lit up her face.
"Nice to meet you, Claire."
The sounds of female cries of pleasure grew louder as the two women reached the bottom of the stairs where there were two black doors, one in front of them and one to the left of them. Claire turned to Melissa and pointed in the direction of the door straight in front of them.
"That's the cinema in there. Well, cinema is probably not the right word for it. It's just a large HD TV with a bunch of seats in front of it. We were hoping that if we could have stayed here, we would have built a real cinema like the one we had in Islington. But that's not going to happen now. I'm guessing you don't want to go in there and have all the guys see you, right? Or do you?"
Melissa shook her head, and Claire nodded back.
"OK, we'll go in through the office, darling. The gloryhole is at the back of the building, and I can shoo anyone who is loitering around there so you can go in then. That OK for you, doll?"
Melissa smiled nervously.
"OK, then." She looked at her watch and frowned. "That movie will be over soon. We'd better get a move on."
The first thing Melissa noticed when she had entered the Club was how dark it was. The entrance walls were painted jet black, and the one bare light bulb that dangled overhead, emitting just enough light to see. That the staircase was made of dark oak hardly helped the decor or atmosphere of the place.
She followed Claire as they descended the stairs, and as they entered the main office, she saw that it was not much better. It was sparsely furnished with a battered oak desk, ancient and torn leather chair, a phone, and a laptop. The room had the same seedy air about it as the rest of the building. The fact that it was lit with a single, bare light bulb didn't help the ambience. The only saving grace was how warm it was inside, a stark contrast to the miserable elements outside.
Claire stopped at the door on the other side of the office and turned to Melissa.
"You stay here, darling. I'll go check and see if the back area is free. I'll be back in a jiffy."
Before Melissa could even answer, Claire was gone out the door and had closed it behind her.
Standing alone in this bare room, the sound of fucking playing at full volume on the TV next door was almost enough to make Melissa consider turning around and walking back up the stairs and out the door right then. The fact that she had let slip her real name, and not the one she had planned to use, compounded it. She could flag down a cab and get the hell out of New Cross and back to civilisation. She'd be back in Emma's in 25 minutes if she left now. What was she even thinking of doing this?
She knew the answer, of course.
"You know why you're doing it. You're doing it for the same reason you shagged Danny at Dover Castle and almost got caught by those tourists. For the same reason that you've shagged boyfriends in public places before. Why you've flashed your tits in public after a few drinks. You're an exhibitionist, Mel. You get off on the thrill. And when was the last time you had a thrill like this? When you brought Paul to the public toilet with that gloryhole in it. How long ago was that?"
She was snapped out of her thoughts by the door opening and Claire reappearing. She didn't say anything but put her finger to her lips and beckoned Melissa to her. Steeling herself, Melissa walked over to Claire and gingerly followed her out into the corridor, looking left and right, the sounds of the porn movie in the background amplified by the passage. Claire turned to her and pointed ahead.
"Just follow me, darling. It's right around the corner here on the left."
Melissa nodded and followed the older woman down the dark corridor, noting the strong smell in the air that reminded her of male cum and dirty socks. As they rounded the corner, she saw two small rooms nestled side by side, separated by a partition wall that ran from floor to ceiling. Claire pointed in at the second room and stepped aside to let her see it. As Melissa peered inside the space, Claire spoke to her.
"You'd better get in there, darling. Someone may come around the corner. The toilets are down this corridor." Claire pointed out. "I need to run back and get some stuff you're going to need. There is a lock on the door there, and I'll knock when I come back."
She smiled and placed her hand on Melissa's arm, stroking it gently.
"Would you like a drink, darling? Beer or maybe a soft drink? That's really all I can offer you at the moment."
Melissa shook her head and smiled.
"Just some water if you have it."
"Sure thing, my love. I'll be back in a couple of minutes."
She was gone, and Melissa stepped into the claustrophobic room and locked the door behind her.
It would have been generous to call the room poky. It was a dimly lit space with a single lightbulb that hung forlornly above. It radiated just enough light for Melissa to not trip over anything. The black décor of the room, walls, door, and partition matched the rest of the Club. They were not ones for expressive interior design here at Club 487, she thought to herself, and she familiarised herself with the sights, sounds, and smells of the place.
Of course, there was the gloryhole itself, a very wide, circular shape crudely cut into the wooden wall separating the two rooms. Melissa trembled when she saw it and, bending down, ran her fingers slowly around its circumference. A thick layer of masking tape had been applied around it.
"At least no-one will get splinters." She said to herself, giggling nervously.
Moving the chair over to the hole, she sat down on her haunches and looked through it into the adjoining room, the hairs standing up on the back of her neck. She felt fresh goosebumps erupt on her arms, and even though the place was warm and she was still wearing her coat and a thick woollen jumper, she shivered a little, and she thought to herself.
"This is why you're here, Mel."
There was a sharp rap on the door, and her heart leaped. She stood up quickly, almost falling over the chair.
"Open up, darling. It's just me."
Melissa unlocked the door and stood back, allowing the older woman through the doorway. Claire placed a large Tesco shopping bag on the floor and wrung out her hand, looking at Melissa with surprise.
"Oh, you're not ready yet? You better get a move on, my love. The movie will be finished in a few minutes."
Claire handed Melissa a large cushion and pointed at the hard granite floor.
"For your knees, darling. I don't think you want to kneel down on that bare floor. Of course, you could use the chair. It's up to you, but just in case."
Melissa placed the cushion on the chair, and Claire pointed to the bag, listing out its contents for her.
"You've got a couple of packets of wipes in there, a couple of bottles of lube and some baby oil as well. Oh, and a packet of condoms, in case you need them. I just took everything I could find upstairs. There wasn't a lot left. And I didn't forget your water. There is a large bottle in there and two smaller ones. And I put in a couple of cans of Diet Coke too. Careful now, darling. It is very heavy."
"Thank you, Claire" Melissa looked at the older woman and smiled.
"Now then, my love. Are you all ready? Anything you want to ask me." Claire inquired.
"How many…how many guys are out there?"
Claire put a hand on Melissa's shoulder and squeezed it gently.
"About five of our regular punters. There would usually be more on a Sunday, but this weather hasn't helped at all. Don't worry, darling. They are all decent blokes who have been coming to us for years. They know the rules of this place, so they won't step out of line. But here, take this."
Claire reached down into the Tesco bag and pulled out a notepad and pen. Opening it, she wrote on it, ripped a page off, and handed it to Melissa.
The model looked at it and saw it was a mobile phone number.
"If at any stage you want to stop, just text me on that number. I will come down and sort this lot out. You don't have to stay if you don't want to, darling. Don't feel like you have to, OK?"
She smiled at Melissa, who nodded, returning the older woman's smile.
"OK! I will head back to the cinema and let them know that you are here. If you need anything, just text me."
"Remember to lock the door, my love. See you later."
She was gone, and Melissa was alone.
She stood for a moment, unsure of what to do first, her eyes moving between the door, the gloryhole, the chair, and the Tesco bag. She took off her coat and hung it on the back of the chair. Picking up the cushion, she caught a strong aroma of detergent from it. Despite its apparent age and the fact it was covered in numerous large white stains, it was thick. She placed it carefully on the floor in front of the gloryhole and sat down on the old chair. It reminded her of the seats she had sat on at school; grey in colour, plastic, and metal in composition. Just like those awful chairs in school, it was uncomfortable to sit on. She did not imagine that given a choice, she would be able to sit on it for that long.
She reached down into the Tesco bag, rummaging through its content. She was parched, and she searched for one of the bottles of water that Claire had put in there. Finding the small one, she unscrewed the lid and took a few sips, before placing it on the ground and returning her attention to the bag again. Melissa started to take out more of the items, the first of which were the two packets of Boots wet wipes. She placed them on the floor beside her and went back to the bag removing the large bottle of Evian water and the two cans of Diet Coke. She took out the two bottles of Durex lube and the bottle of Johnsons Baby Oil and mechanically placed them down beside the Wet Wipes. Finally, she took out the Durex condoms packet even though she didn't intend to have sex with any of the men tonight. She looked at the packaging, which assured her that they were ribbed for her pleasure, and smirked a little, tossing the box on the ground beside the gloryhole.
She took another few sips of water from the bottle and closed her eyes for a moment, allowing the magnitude of what she was doing to sink in. No-one would ever know about it. No-one would even think she would do something like this. None of the men would know it was her. They would never realise that they had just received a blowjob from one of the UK's leading glamour models.
She tittered a little to herself and took another sip of water, before resting the bottle on the floor and taking off her grey, faux fur-lined boots. She peeled off her green winter jumper, placed it on the back of the chair, and started to unbutton her plaid shirt, her hands steady for the first time that night. She shuddered a little as the air hit her naked skin, her body taking time to adjust to the change in temperature. She draped her shirt on the chair's back and fixed her black, lace bra's shoulder straps. She unbuttoned her jeans and slid them partially down her legs, sitting down on the chair to remove them entirely before standing up and draping them over the chair.
Melissa stood there in her bra and panties, and when she heard the heavy footsteps coming down the corridor, her heart began to race.
Claire entered the cinema just as soon as the film had ended, ignoring the half-naked men and smell of fresh spunk that greeted her. She was used to it at this stage, and as they were club regulars here and at its predecessor, she knew them all well. So, there was no embarrassment, no scrambling to conceal their nudity when she had appeared.
Like the rest of the venue, the cinema was dark, gloomy, and devoid of much light and furniture. The walls had been a stained white colour when the Club had first moved in but had been painted black since then. The floor was covered in a moulding, threadbare carpet that had seen much better days, its pungent, musty odour melding with the smell of beer, cum, sweat, and poppers. There were a dozen fold-up chairs scattered around the room in front of a wide, flat-screen TV that had been crudely bolted into the wall. Not much of a cinematic experience for the punters, but better than nothing.
There were five of them there tonight, of all ages, sizes, and shapes. All had been regulars at the Club's previous incarnation in Islington and had followed it across to South London when it had moved a year ago. They would all follow it to wherever it ended up, such was their loyalty to it and, in a strange way, to their friendships.
She knew them all, of course.
Dave, the short, balding, heavy-set, 60-year-old retired builder from Enfield who tended to drink too much Red Stripe when he came to the Club. He also had the habit of walking around the place buck naked, without a care in the world.
Allan, the tall and stocky cab driver with the shoulder-length brown-hair that was flecked with grey. He was in his late 30's, divorced with three kids, and living in Barnet. Carl, the muscular, black twenty-something accountant from Norwich who seemed to spend as much time on his phone in the Club as watching the movies or wanking.
Harinder was a tall, broad, good looking Indian IT consultant in his early-30's who lived in Harrow-on-the-Hill. Divorced from his first wife, he was back living with his parents.
Finally, Langdon, the tall, thin, impeccably polite and ravishingly good-looking American lawyer in his late thirties. He was well over six feet tall with light brown hair, perfectly manicured goatee, and chiselled cheekbones. He had only started coming to the Club in Islington a few months before it had closed but had migrated to New Cross as the others had. Langdon was a little more reserved than the others, tending to just sit and watch the movie, rather than join in the communal jack-off sessions. He was Claire's favourite, and her heart would skip whenever he would show up. They would flirt a little throughout the night, jokingly in his case, seriously in hers. Yes, she had a crush on him. But she didn't think she was the only one in London that did.
"Hey, Claire! Are you going to put another movie on or what? We still got another hour left." Dave slurred, and he took a swig from his can of beer, looking at her appraisingly.
"Give me a minute, Dave. Christ, I've only just come in the room." Exasperated, she looked at him and shook her head. "Anyway, instead of a movie, I think you'll prefer the little surprise I have for you lot."
She smirked as they stared at her quizzically.
"We have a special visitor tonight. A young lady that is visiting here for the first time and would like to meet you lot. In a manner of speaking anyway."
Excitedly, the men started bombarding Claire with questions all at the same time. Claire held her hands up for silence.
"One at a time! One at a time! C'mon, now gentlemen." She waited for them to stop.
"Is she going to be coming in here, Claire?" Harinder asked, looking at Claire hopefully.
"No, Harinder. She won't be coming to the cinema. She's sat in one of the gloryhole rooms down the corridor, waiting for you lot."
"What's she look like?" Carl asked, staring at her intently.
"She's young, blonde, blue-eyed, and very, very beautiful looking." Claire grinned. "A real Bobby Dazzler."
"What's her name, Claire?" Langdon asked in his deep American drawl.
"She didn't give me her name." Claire shrugged, "Does it really matter anyway?"
The men started chattering amongst themselves. It had been a long time since a woman, particularly a single, good-looking woman, had been in either this Club or the one in Islington. Women that did come here were usually accompanied by a spouse or partner. Or they were mad. So, the fact that this girl had come alone both intrigued and excited them.
"She's not a crazy, is she, Claire?" Allan asked, tying his hair back in a ponytail, before turning to the others. "Remember that mad cow that came to Islington just before we left?"
They all laughed out loud as they remembered that incident. It hadn't been that funny at the time, though, especially when the woman had gotten violent and police had to be called. The poor woman had been handcuffed and then sectioned.
"She seems pretty normal to me, Allan." Claire shrugged. "Just wants to have some fun with you lot."
Dave stood up and exclaimed drunkenly;
"So, who goes first?"
"We'll draw numbers. One to five in order." Claire said. "Any of you lot got a hat?"
"Yeah, I've got one here." Allan piped up, and he walked over to Claire and handed her his black baseball cap.
"Thank you, darling."
She ripped a page out of her notepad and tore it into five pieces, writing numbers on each one before folding them up and placing them in the cap.
"Alright, one at a time, come up and pick a number."
They did so promptly, each man fishing out a piece of paper from the cap and checking his number. Dave was the first up, and he drew number three. Carl was next, and he drew number two. Harinder drew number four. Langdon drew number five, and Allan, to his obvious delight, drew number one.
"OK, then, gents." said Claire, "You know the order you go in. Just a word of warning. Any monkey business and you're out of here. Not just out, but barred. You won't get back in either, you hear me?"
They all nodded in agreement, saying that they understood the rules, their excitement palpable.
"Good. Keep that in mind." She warned, "OK, Allan. Off you go, darling."
"Well, lads, I'm off." He grinned, opening the door, "I don't want to keep the young lady waiting."
Melissa's nerves jangled when she heard the footsteps grow steadily closer until they were right outside the adjoining room. Goosebumps erupted all over her body, and she sat down in the chair with a start, causing it to squeak a little. Her mouth was dry, but she didn't dare move a muscle. She listened intently, straining to hear the man outside and was startled a little as he loudly cleared his throat and entered the room next door, closing and locking the door behind him. She could sense he was just standing there looking around the room. She heard him moving the chair around, its legs scraping against the concrete floor.
A sharp rap on the wooden wall caused her to jump a little, followed by a deep masculine voice with a heavy London accent.
"Um, hello? Are you there, love?"
She didn't answer right away, and this caused the stranger to knock again.
"Hello? Is there anyone there?"
"Um, hi there." She stammered, and she ran her hands through her hair and bit her lip. She shifted nervously in her seat and played with the strap of her bra. She heard him unbuckle his belt and knew he was stripping off. Melissa reached down for her water bottle, struggling to open it because her hands were shaking again. She took a deep swig of water and then saw a tattooed arm appear in through the gloryhole.
"Can I feel your tits, darling?" he asked hopefully.
"Just give me a second." She replied and took another slug of water, screwing the cap and placing it beside the chair once she'd finished.
"Sure thing. Let me know when you are ready." He intoned, and his hand disappeared back through the hole.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, reaching around her back and unhooking her bra, freeing her large breasts. Her nipples were like hard pebbles with the combination of the cooler air and her own excitement. She stood up facing the partition wall and knelt down in front of the gloryhole, her face inches away. Her heart was beating quickly, and she knelt up a little so that her breasts were in line with the hole in the wall. Closing her eyes, she heard herself say.
"OK. I am ready."
She felt his large, calloused hand gently touch her left and then right breast, his fingers caressing her erect nipples. She shivered at his touch and let out a little sigh.
"Fuck, they are nice tits!" He exclaimed, continuing to fondle them, his hand moving from one to the other, barely able to contain his excitement. He brushed his thumb against her nipples and then pinched them gently, continuing to play with her tits for several minutes.
"Um, that's nice, babe." Melissa sighed a little.
"Can I suck on them, darling?" He asked, tweaking her nipples.
"Don't you have something you'd prefer me to suck on?" She replied coyly.
"I'm a gentleman, so ladies first." He replied, his hand still roving all over her chest.
"I insist." She replied, and she heard him chuckle a little, giving her breasts one final squeeze each.
His hand was replaced by an erect penis, a stiff pole of muscle that twitched in the air, its purple head peeking out from behind its foreskin. It was of average length and girth, with a large bulbous vein that ran along with it from root to its head. Melissa grimaced when she saw the thick, wiry black hair that sprouted around his pubic bone and coated his scrotum. She preferred her men to be a little better groomed.
She looked at his cock for a few seconds and then grabbed the wet wipes packet, ripping it open and taking two out. She wiped his cock with the two of them, pulling back his foreskin, making sure she cleaned every inch of his dick and balls. He grunted, and his body trembled a little as the cold wipe covered his nether regions. When she was satisfied, she discarded the wipes and kneeled a little closer to his cock, wetting her lips.
Tucking her hair behind her ears, she spoke to him.
"Just let me know when you're gonna' cum."
She heard him moan when she put her hand around his meat and gasp, his body jerking as she ran her tongue around his cock head, her tongue stud igniting the nerves and pleasure senses there. She flicked her tongue around the head of his cock and sucked on it, causing him to grunt.
She took him into her mouth and started bobbing her head rhythmically, taking his meat in deep and then sucking on his head when she would slide back up. The sound of her slurping on him filled the room, and she heard him moan again.
"Oh, my God! This is fucking incredible!"
His cock was coated in her saliva as Melissa continued bobbing her head, rivulets of it rolling down his shaft, and coagulating on the hair around his balls. She took his cock out of her mouth and licked his shaft with her tongue stud, flicking it around his frenulum, causing him to gasp. Melissa took him back in her mouth, sucking hard and lashing his cock with her tongue. At this point, he was in ecstasy, barely able to do more than gurgle and groan his approval while she gobbled enthusiastically on his penis.
A few more minutes of sloppy fellatio, and she heard him pant at her.
"Oh, fuck! I'm gonna' cum, darling."
Melissa started to bob her head even faster, taking him deeper and deeper, more and more of his cock disappearing into her sensuous mouth. She felt his cock twitch in her mouth and knew he was finishing. He let out a strangled cry, and his cock enlarged and started spasming, spurting semen into her mouth. Melissa gagged a little swallowing some of it but continued to bob her head as he poured himself into her, the shaft of his penis becoming saturated in a mixture of sperm and saliva. It ran down his cock and dripped off his balls, pooling on the cushion she knelt on.
"Oh, my God. Fuck!" he roared as his cock continued to twitch and jerk in her mouth.
Melissa moaned herself, continuing to suck and slurp on his erupting cock, her tongue swirling around it, causing him to shudder in pleasure. She held it in her mouth even as his torrent abated, and his cock deflated, continuing to suck and lick it. Eventually, he pulled his cock back, leaving a strand of saliva and cum stuck to her lips. She knelt forward and took him in her mouth, swallowing the string and giving his cock one last suck, hearing him groan.
"That was fucking amazing, darling. Oh my God…." He trailed off.
She watched his cock disappear back through the hole, heard him gather his clothes, unlock the door, and he was gone.
Allan had gotten good head before, but nothing even remotely close to what he had just received. His knees were still shaking when he stumbled up the corridor and back into the cinema.
He was bombarded with questions from the other men. He ignored them and collapsed into a chair, placing his clothes on one of the chairs beside him.
The other men looked at him, waiting for him to say something. When he didn't, Dave asked;
"Well. What was it like?"
Slumped back in his chair, Allan rubbed his hands over his eyes and exhaled;
"It was like getting sucked off by vacuum-cleaner. She is fucking incredible! She didn't stop sucking even when I came. And that tongue-stud! And those tits! Oh, my God."
The men looked at each other and started chattering, their excitement, anticipation, and erections growing.
"Christ, my legs are still shaking! Fucking hell." He laughed, starting to rummage through his clothes. "Most incredible blowjob I've ever gotten. You boys are in for a treat."
Claire cleared her voice and spoke;
"Carl, you're next, my love."
"Yeah, get a move on, sunshine." Dave quipped, as the young accountant headed out the door and down the passage.
Melissa wiped the cum from her lips with the back of her hand and reached for the water bottle, swirling the liquid around her mouth before swallowing it. Still tasting sperm in her mouth, she retrieved one of the Diet Coke cans and, cracking open the top, took a drink. She smirked while she drank, hardly believing what had just happened. Any anxiety she'd had before was now gone. Truth be told, she'd found herself becoming turned on while she'd sucked that dick.
She heard fresh footsteps walk along the corridor, and a bolt of excitement surged through her body. The steps stopped outside, the door squeaking as it opened.
"Hello?" a young, nervous male voice called out.
"Hey there," Melissa replied chirpily, putting the can of Coke on the floor beside the gloryhole. She knelt down on the pillow, avoiding the saliva and cum soaked spot.
"Um, what's your name?" the man inquired.
"I'd prefer not to say hun, and I'd prefer you not to tell me yours." She replied.
She heard the man start to take off his clothes, and she readied herself.
"Can I feel your tits?" He asked.
"Of course you can." She moved closer to the hole and watched as a black hand reached in and began to grope her breasts. His skin was much softer than the first man had been, and she sighed a little when he touched her, enjoying his fingers playing with her nipples.
"Can I touch your pussy?" He asked as busied himself with her breasts.
"Sorry, babe. Not tonight." She replied and reached down for the wet wipes. "Besides, don't you have something you'd rather me play with?"
His hand was replaced by a large, erect muscular penis. It was much bigger than the previous man's, slightly curved, cut, and thick, with prominent veins that crisscrossed his girthy shaft like latticework. His large, mushroom-shaped cock-head oozed pre-cum. To her delight, he was shaved clean all over, even down to his sagging, egg-sized testicles.
"Mmm, you have a really nice cock." Melissa cooed, and she briskly wiped it down before landing a kiss on its tip. "I can't wait to make it cum in my mouth."
She cupped his large balls in her hand and licked his cock from root to tip, bathing it in her spittle. He groaned throatily when she did that, enjoying the feel of her tongue stud raking along on his meat. She slowly licked his scrotum, stopping to take his large balls in her mouth, sucking on them greedily, something he enjoyed given his grunts of pleasure. She moved from one ball to the next for several minutes before returning her focus to his shaft.
She licked up his shaft to his cockhead and drooled spit over it, before swallowing his cock and sucking hard. She bobbed her head, moving his cock in and out of her mouth at a fast pace, his meat quickly becoming soaked in her drool.
"Oh my God…." He groaned, experiencing oral pleasure he had never felt before.
For her part, Melissa felt her own desire grow as she sucked and licked his massive member. She felt herself getting wetter, and slipping a hand into her panties, began to play with herself.
"Mmmm, it's making me all wet to suck this big cock." She moaned, and she squeezed the man's egg-sized balls with her other hand, causing him to gasp.
Taking her mouth off his cock, she licked his shaft over and over before sucking and licking on his scrotum, playing with herself while she did.
"Oh, fuck!" He groaned as his body shuddered in pleasure.
Putting his cock back into her mouth, Melissa began humming, bobbing her head up and down, keeping up a relentless pace. The sounds of slurping and moaning reverberating around the room. After several minutes of this, she could sense he was close and sucking hard, she took him even deeper into her throat.
"Oh fuck, here it comes!" He warned, and he let out a strangled cry as his penis trembled in her mouth.
Melissa once again found her mouth awash with semen, and she gulped it down, gagging a little, all the while continuing to move her mouth up and down his swollen shaft. A mixture of drool and cum ran down his cock, splattering her breasts. She ignored this and continued to suck, lick, and swallow until he was spent.
"Jesus Christ, you are fucking amazing!" Gasping, he withdrew his flaccid penis from her mouth and back through the gloryhole.
"Thanks, babe." She said, and she wiped her mouth clean, taking another sip of Diet Coke to rid herself of his taste. She took out a fresh wet wipe and cleaned his drool and cum off of her breasts.
She heard him put his clothes back on, unlock the door, and disappear up the corridor.
When he staggered into the cinema, the look on Carl's face caused the other men to laugh heartily.
"See, I told you she was fucking amazing!" Allan guffawed, taking a swig from a can of Stella. "Looks like she sucked all the life out of this young lad."
"Amazing is not the word" Carl shook his head and smiled. "Out of this world is more like it."
"That good, huh?" Langdon asked as Carl sat down.
The young man just looked at him and smiled dreamily.
All the men laughed again as Carl just sat there, smiling dopily.
Claire looked at her watch and cleared her throat;
"C'mon, Dave. Time is ticking. Get a move on!"
"Right then! My turn next!" Dave slammed his half-empty can of lager down on the table and staggered towards the door.
Melissa heard the next man shuffle down the hallway, and she knelt on the pillow. She heard him stop outside the door, heard him cough, and then belch loudly. She grimaced at that and closed her eyes. He entered the room and called out his voice slurring.
"Hey." She called back.
She heard him take off his clothes, muttering under his breath as he struggled with them. Even through the wall, she could smell the fetid stench of cum, BO, and alcohol off him. She waited patiently for him to be ready and then heard him slur.
"Let me feel those tits, love."
His calloused hand came through the gloryhole, and he started to touch her breasts, squeezing them, and pinching her nipples. She squirmed a little from his touch, his rough hands groping her.
"Mmmm, they are fucking nice. Can I fuck them, darling?" He asked.
"Let me see your cock first." She replied
He removed his hand and replaced it with his small, hairy flaccid cock and reaching down, she grabbed a couple of wet wipes before cleaning his cock.
"Let me get you nice and hard, babe. Then you can fuck them." She crooned.
Shifting slightly on the pillow, she took his cock into her mouth and started sucking him off, taking him deep. Bobbing her head, she felt him stiffen and grunt in pleasure, stimulated by her mouth and tongue-stud. Melissa sucked and licked on his cock until he was fully erect, and she reached down to pick up the bottle of mint lube. Opening the bottle, she warned him.
"This is probably going to be cold. It's a little lube."
He gasped when she squeezed some onto his cock and moaned as she encircled it with her hand, rubbing the lube all over him. She squeezed a little in between her own breasts, and when she was ready, she positioned his cock in between her breasts and squeezed them together tightly.
"Oh, my God. That feels fucking amazing!" He groaned when she started to fuck his cock with her tits.
He started to thrust his cock in time with her movements, and his cock became a blur. Melissa would lick on the head of his cock when it would pop up through her cleavage, driving him wild with pleasure. This continued for several minutes until the man started to moan a little.
"Oh, you're gonna make me cum!"
She continued to tit-fuck him for another minute and then took his cock in her mouth, bobbing her head up and down, the taste of mint lube and pungent pre-cum filling her mouth. She felt his cock twitch in her mouth and heard him roar.
Thick ropes of spunk filled her mouth, and Melissa retched a little at its putrid taste. Rather than swallow it, she allowed most of it to roll down the man's penis and onto the pillow. She continued to move her head up and down his cock as it jerked and jolted in her mouth while he howled in pleasure. When he had finished cumming, she took him out of her mouth, gagging a little at his taste.
"He could definitely use a healthier diet." She thought to herself, and she reached down and grasped at the Diet Coke can, swigging deeply from it.
"You saucy little minx. You're just as good as the other lads said you were. Fucking hell. I hope you come back in here again soon, love!" He gasped and panted.
She heard him gather up his clothes and lumber up the corridor, emitting a loud belch as he went.