Decided to go to glory hole

Late Friday evening. Anya finally broke out of the apartment. The door slammed loudly behind her. Dima yelled after her: - Where did you go, bitch? Come back, I said! She didn't come back. For three months now, he'd been monitoring her every move: where she was, who she was texting, what time he'd be back. He checked her phone every evening, demanding she delete photos from her stories if they were "too revealing." He said he loved her. He cared. But in reality, he was simply smothering her. Today Anya couldn't stand it anymore. She said: — I'm going for a walk. He grabbed her hand, squeezed it until it bruised, hurt. She punched him in the face, broke free, grabbed her bag, and ran out. "Let him scream. Let him ring a hundred times. He deserves it, the lout." I arrived at the Night Surf club, where I used to go with my friends until Dima banned me. The security guard at the entrance let me in without asking any questions: — Come in. Inside there is music, neon, freedom, dancing. But first, I need to go to the bathroom. Stress, a bottle of beer for courage, and suddenly, the urgency has arrived. I went down to the basement, to the VIP bathroom. It's always quiet there, even in the middle of the evening. A long room: sinks, neon lighting, about ten stalls. It's clean, smells of expensive soap and something sweet. She flew into the far booth, locked herself in, lifted her short black dress, pulled down her panties and sat down. Relief spread through my body like a hot wave. Only now, when I let go, did my phone vibrate in my bag. Dima. Ten missed messages, a bunch of messages: "Where the fuck are you?" "Answer me." "If you're not back in an hour, you're fucked, I'll blow your face off." Anya turned off the sound and threw the phone on the shelf. Three years with him. At first, it was beautiful: flowers, compliments, "you're my only one." Then it started: jealousy, shouting, "you're nothing without me." And she endured. She thought she'd come to her senses. Because she was scared to be alone. But today, something inside me broke. I wanted more than just freedom. I wanted revenge. I wanted to feel alive. Desired. To take what he always took away. She closed her eyes. She imagined herself next to Dima tied up, but having sex with another man. How he would go crazy at the sight of them, and she... would laugh. Her cheeks flushed, a wave of warmth rolled between her legs. Her panties got wet. Fingers slid down, over smooth skin, over the wet slit. A shiver ran down my spine. I entered myself with two fingers, imagining a large, rough cock. How it entered and fucked, stretched, and stimulated the front wall of my pussy! How it then took it into my mouth and choked. The movements quickened, the breathing became ragged, a quiet groan... A loud knock on the partition. Anya shuddered and squeezed her legs together. The knock was repeated - in the next booth. There was a neat round hole in the wall. A shadow appeared in the opening. Then – there it is! A giant, monstrous cock! It's a glory hole! I've seen and read about it! I've been going to this club for so long, I didn't know there was such a thing! My heart started pounding. "What am I doing?... Isn't this what I just dreamed about?" Fear. Shame. And between her legs it became even wetter. At the mere thought that it wasn't Dima. That it was anyone. And he wanted her right now. And revenge, sweet... Restoring justice and her own sunken self-esteem... I looked again. The penis had pushed even further through the hole. Anya held her breath. I was about to run away and froze. I watched. My mouth watered, my head started throbbing... Is this a rebellion? What I was so afraid of and so eager for? A voice came from another booth: — Come on. Take it! No one will know... Anya made up her mind and stepped forward. He began to sag with anticipation. She reached out and ran her fingers along the entire length. He instantly stood up again! Ready for work and defense... Or rather, to feel the softness and enveloping wetness of her mouth... She grabbed it and began to slowly move her hand. A jolt of electricity shot through her, realizing the forbiddenness and sinfulness of her actions... Thoughts are whirling: "Are you crazy? Who is this anyway?" and then the opposite thoughts: "On your knees. Want to suck? Admit it." She fell to her knees. She jerked off rhythmically. He was already leaking, her palm sliding easily. She felt his cock pushing forward, fucking her fist. She spat and continued jerking off. Take it in your mouth. Try it. Anya leaned closer. Her lips touched the head. She hesitated for another second. And then... She opened her lips wider and slowly, very slowly. She placed her mouth on his head! She held it like that, gripping it tightly. Oh my God, what am I...! I'm sucking who knows who! A groan came from behind the wall... It acted as a trigger. Anya leaned forward. Deeper. More. Until the cock pressed against her throat! Tears welled up reflexively... I've long since lost my gag reflex! Dima, damn him, taught me not to! Every time I had sex, I'd end up with oral sex... I lingered, breathing through my nose, getting used to it... Then she started moving. Putting the meat sausage on her mouth. First slowly, licking every centimeter when bukvoeb.run comes out, then faster and deeper. There were slurping and gurgling sounds... So... Cool, Dima would have seen me... Although, I have an idea... I took out my phone, swiped it in one motion, and the camera turned on, taking a couple of photos. Her hand slid between her legs on its own. Her panties were already pushed aside, and her fingers slid in easily. Two fingers, then three. The movements were in rhythm with the cock in her mouth. This went on for about 5 minutes, Anya caught a strange rhythm of pleasure, humiliation and forbiddenness... I started to cum... a spasm and a wave of warmth passed through my body, and it started flowing between my legs... Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaay! Overwhelmed by emotion, Anya stopped giving him a blow job... This caused a commotion behind the wall. They pulled out their penis and hit the girl in the face with it. These spanks brought Anya to her senses... She stood up resolutely and turned her butt towards the dick... Emotions of shame and piquancy receded into the background... The main thing now is to feel this pleasant hardness inside! Anya began to slowly impale her dripping and aching pussy on a good cock. The girl felt an invasion into her depths... How he stretched her, how the walls of her vagina trembled... Anya began to impale herself until she felt the penis reach her neck... A slight pain arose... From which the girl began to moan from the contrast of sensations. Then she leaned forward, feeling the meat ram come out of her... Then she suddenly impaled herself again! “Ah...” Anya squealed with pleasure. "Yeah... Slut!" a rough bass voice was heard from behind the wall of the booth... Anya froze for a second upon hearing that word. It should have struck, humiliated, sobered her up, but instead it evoked a lively response in her! Yes, I'm just a regular slut! The girl began to impale herself on the cock with fury, not sparing her hole... Slurping, slurping sounds of debauchery could be heard. The drill was impaled on the girl's flesh. The vagina clenched around the meat invader. A new orgasm began to creep up... Anya bit her lip as she felt the man behind the wall begin to thrust... Rhythm and ecstasy, the union of man and woman... In such piquant circumstances... In the club's restroom... What a cheap whore I am! And with that thought, Anya began to cum, just as the cock inside her did. It was completely synchronized. A wave of pleasure swept through her body. An avalanche of sperm gushed inside, breaking down all her mental barriers. Her legs trembled, her knees buckled. Anya went limp and collapsed like a frog, head first, butt sticking up... Her consciousness went black...