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You get dressed up for a nice date, but I take you somewhere unexpected.

MMF, nc, exh

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                    Glory Hole
                    by InnerStrength

We plan for a date. I tell you I have something special planned. I am going to
take you to a nice restaurant, and then to a club for some live music.  When I
pick you up, you are dressed to kill.

You are surprised when I give the taxi driver an address near the Port
Authority, and ask me where we are going. I won't say a thing - just that I
have something special planned.

Then we stop right next to a seedy adult place, and you balk.

"Go in."

I parade you around the entire shop, making sure everyone can see you. The
shopkeeper stares at you and makes your skin crawl a little bit. Then I say
loudly: "Let's go to a booth." and I grab your arm and pull you in before you
can react.

When we get in the booth, there is very distinct smell. What is it? Ammonia?
Semen? The floor feels a bit tacky. We can hear the doors on either side of us
open as people move in.

Soon, the glory holes open. You can see darkened faces, staring in at us.

"Take your dress off."

"Don't make me do this."

"Take it off now."

Now you are standing in black lace bra and garters.  You were going to
surprise me.

"Take off your bra."

"I'm not going to do this."

I grab the front of it, between your breasts, and yank hard. You lurch
forward, and your breasts spill out.  You start to cry.

"Now take it off."

You do, and you are starting to sob audibly.

"Now the panties."

"No."

The slap on your face turns your head.

"Now the panties."

"No."

Your eyes widen when I pull out a penknife. I open it.  The grab your hair to
hold you still, and cut the panties off of you. You are looking a me with real
fear now.

"Crawl on the floor."

"It is disgusting."

"Crawl on the floor or I will let these men fuck you, and I will never touch
that diseased hole again."

You get down on your hands and knees.

"Go around the room."

You crawl, and it takes you within range of the holes.  The first man tries to
grab at you. He gets a handful of tit, but you scurry away before he can get
anything else. I use my foot to push you back at him, and he grabs at your
ass. I hold you firmly in place while he fingers your cunt and asshole.

"I can smell you. This is turning you on? Worthless cunt. What makes you think
you would ever deserve someone like me?"

The man stands, and unzips his pants. Much to your relief, I let you go, and
you move away. But the other man has seen this and is ready. When you get to
the hole, his dick is already out and poking through.

You bypass the hole, but I push you back into the wall. As you crawl, you feel
the man's penis slide from your shoulder down to your hip. His precum leaves a
trail on your side.

"Help him out."

"What do you mean?"

"He needs help."

Your tears are now flowing pretty freely. You crawl and put your mouth near
his penis. I yank you backwards by your hair.

"Not your mouth, whore. That is mine. Don't you have any sense? Use your
hands."

You start jacking him off. You want to be on all fours, but you need to raise
yourself a little to get both hands on his penis. It smells. It doesn't take
long for him to come, and you manage to avoid his come, accept where it falls
across your hands.

"Now me."

You put your mouth on my penis, and start licking and kissing, but I grab you
roughly and force you onto my dick. You gag a little. You are having a hard
time breathing. You have to get me off so you can breath.  You work
frantically. Finally, I am about to come, and I pull you off, and come all
over your hair. Your face is too easy to wash.

"Can I get dressed now?"

"No. Stand."

I take you back out into the shop, wearing only garters and stockings. You
have one man's come on your hands, another's in your hair. I am holding your
bra and your dress.

The shopkeeper is still leering at you. He wasn't one of the men in the
booth. We will need to come back. I hand you the dress.

"Put this on."

You reach for your bra.

"No."

Your nipples stick obscenely through the dress, and your hair is matted. We
leave for the street and hail a cab.