by Jason Luke
“This is a glory hole,” Edge explained quietly, his voice little more than a whisper. “It’s where men come to get their cocks sucked. They thrust themselves through the holes you can see, and your job is to suck their cocks and swallow each man’s cum. Understand?”
“Yes, Master.” Clarissa nodded.
“Margie is going to help you out for a little while.”
Clarissa nodded again. Edge squatted down onto his haunches and spoke into Clarissa’s ear. He could smell her perfume, and the fainter but unmistakable scent of her body.
“So far your training challenges have been relatively easy; you’ve been in a room with Miki, and you were at the lookout. But in both those instances, the men you were pleasuring had the added arousal of your body. The guys at the lookout could see how attractive you were, and they could fondle you while you sucked their cocks. The men in the room with Miki had access to every part of your body – apart from your pussy. But tonight it’s all about technique,” Edge smiled thinly and Clarissa began to understand the purpose of the exercise. “You don’t have anything else to help you – it’s just your skill, and your enthusiasm. These guy’s can’t see you, and they can’t touch you, so your technique is the only thing you have to fall back on.”
Clarissa involuntarily licked her lips as though preparing herself for what was to come. The thrill of a new sexual experience made her pussy twitch. Here was the ultimate anonymous encounter, she realized. These men would never see her, or ever know who she was. To each of them she was just a hot wet mouth to spill their cum into. It was extraordinarily exciting…but clouded also by the daunting fear of failure.
Clarissa turned back seriously to the empty hole in the wall. Edge got to his feet and leaned his back against the door like he was blocking it from unwanted strangers. Then he reached out and rapped his knuckles against the thin wall Clarissa was facing.
In the silence Edge could hear a couple of muffled voices, then the scuff of clothes being adjusted. There were shuffling footsteps and then suddenly a hard cock appeared through the hole right in front of Clarissa’s face. She blinked. Even though she had been told to expect exactly this, she still flinched for a moment of shock.
The cock was about seven inches long, she estimated, and thicker than most she had sucked. The length of the shaft was heavily veined. She reached out and took it in the palm of her hand, wrapping her fingers around the shaft and feeling the hot flesh leap within her grip.
Tentatively, Clarissa leaned forward and licked her tongue across the swollen crown of the stranger’s cock. The taste of him was salty. She opened her mouth wide and took the first few inches of the shaft down her throat. On the other side of the wall she heard the stranger groan. It gave her a surge of confidence. She placed the palms of her hands flat against the wall in front of her and let herself fall further forward – pushing herself deeper onto the hard cock. The thick shaft seemed to wedge in the back of her throat and she held the man there for long moments, simply enjoying the feel of hot flesh twitching and pulsing on her tongue. When she withdrew herself, it was only to clamp her lips tight and stroke the underside of the stranger’s cock with the pressure of her tongue. She kept the first two inches in her mouth and then slowly began to suck.
Clarissa had her eyes closed, trying to imagine how the sensations might feel to the body of the man she was pleasuring.
Did he need her to go faster?
Was she sucking with enough intensity?
Should she take him deeper or keep working on the sensitive first inches of his shaft?
Clarissa didn’t know the answers because she didn’t have the experience. It was the first time she had ever been so tested.
She let her mouth slide off the head of the cock and began to stroke with her hand. The shaft was slippery with her saliva, and her fingers moved quickly up and down the full length. She heard the man on the other side of the wall suck in his breath. Clarissa licked her lips. She could taste the mingled flavor of the man, mixed with the cosmetic of her lipstick. Then she leaned forward again with her mouth open, and flicked her tongue. The man flinched and twitched in response. Clarissa drew a long deep breath and then took him completely into her mouth, feeling her lips stretched and her tongue flattened by the hot intrusion. She felt the man’s cock nudge against the back of her throat – and then her nose brushed against the black wall in front of her. She held the man there, fighting off the reflexive instinct to gag. Her eyes streamed. The man seemed to swell against the roof of her mouth. She inhaled through her nose and felt drool running down her chin. At last she felt the choking desperation for breath and her mouth came off the cock just as the man on the far side of the wall began to groan. The sound caught Clarissa completely by surprise. She tried to catch her breath and take the man back between her lips at the same time. Hot cum splashed against her chin and then her cheek as she tried to aim the head of the cock at her open mouth. The stranger’s cock was like an untended garden hose, and Clarissa gasped and then began to laugh.
When the cock withdrew from the hole, limp and spent, Clarissa wiped the cum from her face with her fingertips and licked her lips. She didn’t dare turn to see the look on Edge’s face. Her first cock of the night had proved only a partial success; she had made the man cum, but had ruined his orgasm.
Another cock quickly took the place of the stranger she had just sucked. Clarissa breathed deeply to settle herself. She was kneeling on cushions, her legs apart. She could feel the ass of the other girl in the room brushing against her each time she swayed her body. She glanced over her shoulder. Margie had a cock in her mouth, and she was bobbing her whole body back and forth to get the man off. Somehow she had removed her top and she was sucking the guy in just her cut-off shorts. Clarissa saw a tattoo on the other girl’s shoulder. The tattoo was of a small circle, struck through by two bars. It looked like a kind of brand – as if it had been ordered there by a man to signify that the girl was his property. Clarissa frowned. She wondered whether the burly man she had seen at the counter was this young woman’s Master… and then she wondered whether all submissives could expect to be branded with their Master’s mark. The idea intrigued her in a perversely curious way, but she had no time right then to analyze her own feelings on the matter. There was a cock waiting for her mouth. She turned obediently back around to the hole in the wall and went to work.
The cock hanging through the hole and expecting her attention was black. That in itself startled Clarissa. She had heard the urban myth about black men being hung like horses, and the rumors had always piqued her curiosity. She had never had the opportunity to make a real world assessment of the stories until this moment, and she couldn’t help but feel a little cheated. The cock hanging through the hole was only semi-hard… and only semi interesting. It was of barely average length – not some huge thick shaft as long as her forearm. Clarissa smudged her lips into an expression of disappointment. Maybe the big-black-cock myth was just the kind of story that women told each other… the way that parents spread the legend of Santa Claus. She giggled at that – and then leaned forward and wrapped her lips around the head of the cock. If the myth about black men having big cocks had any truth to it, then it certainly wasn’t a rule. The shaft in her mouth was barely six inches long, and about as thick as all the others she had sucked on previous nights.
As soon as Clarissa gripped the man’s shaft between her lips, the man on the other side of the thin wall groaned and bucked his hips. Clarissa felt him stiffen against her tongue, and she swabbed it with attentive swirls until it grew hard inside her mouth. She was rocking slowly from the waist, like she was swaying to the beat of slow music. Her neck and shoulders were locked, her whole upper body doing the work. It didn’t seem to matter to the stranger. He began to twitch and grip. Clarissa could feel him tense. She closed her eyes and her mind began to drift.
She thought about Edge; standing over her and watching her pleasure one anonymous cock after another. Did he ever get j
ealous? Clarissa remembered how her old boyfriend would fly into a towering possessive rage if she so much as looked at another boy, let alone spoke to him or smiled. But Edge was entirely different. Was it because he was a worldly man – and not just a teenager? Or was it something in his personality?
Was it the way he saw her?
The boys Clarissa knew when she was a teenager had all wanted to own her. She was pretty. She was popular. The boys all wanted to date her because they saw her as an incredible prize. But Edge wasn’t like that, and Clarissa wondered if it was because he had satiated himself on so many other beautiful women that she was unremarkable. It was possible, she conceded. The thought didn’t trouble her. It simply intrigued her.
Clarissa saw submission to a Master as very different to being smothered by a possessive boyfriend. She could give her submission willingly, knowing the implications of the lifestyle. A possessive boyfriend didn’t set rules and impose discipline. Instead he eroded a girl’s freedom over time, tightening the leash around her neck and making her feel guilty every time she dared to go anywhere on her own.
And maybe that was what made Nick Edge different, Clarissa realized as her mind came back to the dark tiny room and the cock in her mouth. Maybe it was simply that Edge wanted a submissive, and not a girlfriend.
The tiny room was filling with the wet sucking sounds of sex. Margie was loud. It was her style, Clarissa assumed. The girl moaned and groaned and whimpered like she was a starving woman at a banquet feast. Clarissa could hear her clearly; every little sexy sound she made as she sucked and stroked each new cock.
The black shaft stuffed in Clarissa’s mouth began to throb and then twitch. Clarissa knew what to expect, and she let a couple of inches of shaft slip back out between her lips so that just the first two inches rested on her tongue. Then she wrapped her hand around the base of the stranger’s shaft and stroked him quickly, her fingers fluttering up and down the length like she was playing a musical instrument. The stranger exploded in her mouth, and she felt his white-hot cum splash against the back of her throat. She swallowed every drop. The cock slipped from between her lips like it was being wrenched away. She sat back on her haunches and stole a glance up at Edge.
He was still standing over her, still leaning with his back against the door. His arms were folded across his chest. He wasn’t watching her. He was watching Margie, his eyes narrowed with interest. Clarissa saw that Edge’s cock was hard. She toyed with the idea of reaching for his zipper, but stayed her hand. Instead she turned and glanced over her shoulder at the other girl in the booth. Margie had her hand around the cock of the man she was sucking and her head lowered so she could lick the underside of the shaft with flutters of her tongue. She was groaning with soft desire. Her eyes were closed, but Clarissa could see the concentration and genuine passion on the other girl’s face. Margie wasn’t just sucking a cock – she was worshipping it. Clarissa pursed her lips and frowned in thought. She flicked another glance up at Edge and saw the fascination on his face. Margie had discarded her bra; her breasts were big and white and soft as pillows. They swayed in the dark room with every movement of her body.
Clarissa unfastened her own bra and let it slide down her arms. She cupped her breasts and squeezed the nipples. They were hard. She dipped one hand between her spread thighs, unsurprised to find her pussy wet and radiating heat through her panties.
Through the wall she could hear muttered gruff voices. She leaned all the way forward and pressed her eye to the glory hole. In the adjoining booth she could see the outline of dark shapes, lit by the ghostly glow of another television monitor. Impulsively, Clarissa reached her hand through the opening. Her fingers brushed against the denim-clad leg of a man and she felt her way over the stranger’s thigh until she felt a zipper. On the far side of the wall a man laughed and another whispered hoarsely.
“The bitch is keen, man. Help her out.”
She heard the scuffle of clothes. “Give me your cock,” she whispered.
She rocked back and a hard cock thrust itself through the hole. It was a good size, already swollen with arousal. Clarissa took the shaft delicately in her hand and glided her fingers up and down the length. Her touch was like velvet. She felt the cock flinch, then stiffen until she thought it might burst. The veins along the underside stood out like lengths of knotted cord. She kissed the swollen crown with a chaste purse of her lips and hummed from somewhere deep in the back of her throat. The vibrations from the sound made the man on the other side of the wall give a little gasp. Clarissa tried again – this time first wrapping her lips over the top of the cock to intensify the sensation. She was rewarded with a sudden swelling in her mouth as the man’s cock responded to the unusual stimulation. Clarissa’s eyes filled with cunning new knowledge.
She began to suck on the fresh cock with more passion than usual, unashamedly mimicking the slutty sounds of Margie as she licked and stroked. The more she forced herself to make the added effort, the greater her own arousal became. It was as if the giving of pleasure was suddenly actually pleasurable. She hadn’t made the real connection before. But now everything became crystalized to clarity.
Clarissa had believed that the pleasure of her submission would solely come from the emotional thrill of being obedient; the fantasy of giving her body to strangers and being ‘helpless’ and unable to resist their demands. Now that concept grew wings and took flight, because now she was deriving deep personal arousal from much more than the excitement of surrender. Now she was willing and wanting as a whore… and assuming that role came with its own wonderful delights. She was no longer obedient and reactive. Suddenly she was voracious and insatiable. In every suck there was fresh delight. With every clench of the cock in her hand came a rising sense of accomplishment and satisfaction. She realized that submission wasn’t merely about giving of herself.
Submission suddenly became much more than passive acceptance.
It was something she could actively engage in, and use for her own arousal.
She felt the heat between her legs turn to fire, and she indulgently used her free hand to rub her clit through the lace of her panties. Sparks of flame seemed to dance along her thighs, and she felt her pussy began to clench with a hungry need. And all the time she was sucking and mewling over the cock in her mouth. It seemed like the instrument for her own passion, and she lavished it with her tongue and lips.
The man Clarissa was blowing came quickly with a bewildered howl of disbelief. He had lasted just a few minutes under the cunning frenzy of her lips and he reeled away, trembling and shaking his head. Another guy quickly took his place.
From the corner of her eye, Clarissa could see that her changing attitude had attracted even Edge’s attention. He was watching her. She could feel his eyes upon her as another cock suddenly poked through the glory hole. Clarissa made a great show of covering the new shaft with slutty wet kisses and long sensual strokes of her tongue. Then she closed her eyes and drew the cock across her pressed lips. She was humming again, massaging the crown of the shaft and the sensitive glands with her mouth. She guided the length of the cock with her hand like it was a magic wand, then lifted herself up and rubbed the cock across one of her breasts. Her chest was covered with splashes of cum and drool from the other cocks she had already pleasured. Clarissa was trembling. She wanted more than anything to be fucked. Having a cock in her hand became a torturous tease. She wondered if she could turn around in the booth and take a cock this way inside her. Was that even possible?
If she got to her feet and spread her legs, would the cock poking through the hole in the wall fill her pussy?
Clarissa stayed on her knees and settled into her usual position. She still had the cock tightly in her hand. Now she opened her mouth and guided it between her lips. After pleasing the other men, her movements became automatic. She sucked the full length of the stranger’s shaft deep down her throat and swabbed the ridged length with her tongue. Then she added the soundtrack of her pleasure; the
murmurs and groans of delight – all of it driven by her own rising passion.
She wrapped her hand around the length of the shaft and then clamped her lips around the purpled head of the strange cock, coordinating the bob of her head to the slow strokes of her hand. The cock was hot flesh in her palm. She wondered if Edge was still watching her, but daren’t stop to look up. Clarissa sensed the man in her mouth was rushing towards his climax.
Her arm was tiring and her lips felt bruised and swollen. She felt damp with the sweat of her efforts. The tiny cubicle was airless and stuffy, and the scents of sex seemed to fill the booth in the same way that a freshly painted house becomes overpowering. She tried to shut it all out and isolate just the rising tension that quivered through the length of the cock in her mouth. The stranger was thick, but not overly long. She pressed her hands flat against the wall in front of her and leaned forward, taking the whole cock in her mouth. Through the hole she could hear the man grunt.
For a few moments nothing happened. The stranger’s cock seemed to thicken, then suddenly burst into orgasm. His cum flooded across Clarissa’s tongue, overflowing back out the corners of her lips to dribble down her chin. The man pulsed and pumped a second time. Clarissa felt herself on the verge of choking. She opened her mouth and let the cum spill like lava down over her breasts.
She gasped for an urgent breath. Her eyes were watering. Edge reached down and plucked at her elbow.
“That will do,” he said. “The training session is over.”
Clarissa looked up, confused and then fearful. “Did I do something wrong?” she asked.
Edge shook his head. “No. In fact you’re finally doing everything right.”
The softening smile on his face was one Clarissa had never seen before. It smoothed away the perpetual frown to his expression and took the hard edge from his eyes. She got to her feet a little cramped and unsteady. Beside her, Margie was still sucking cock, her hand a rapid blur as she stroked a stranger to orgasm. The girl’s eyes were fixed on the cock she was masturbating, and her mouth hung wide open, ready to catch the cum. She was licking her lips, and wiggling her ass as if her whole body were part of the pleasure she was giving. Clarissa could see cum in the girl’s hair and more on her swaying white breasts. Then there was a heavy sound through the wall as though someone had fallen against it. The cock in the girl’s hand erupted, but the sounds of her gleeful delight were drowned out by the stranger’s own groans and gasps of release. Margie caught the man’s seed in her mouth and on her cheek. She licked it up like it was ice cream. The cock withdrew, back through the hole in the wall. Margie let out a long sigh of breath then used the wall to support herself as she got to her feet. The bones in one of her knees cracked. She smiled ruefully.