The first time that I visited the hole in the wall I can remember feeling sick with nerves, and then a cock slid through the small circular hole in front of myself and I immediately and obediently dropped to my knees and took it into my willing mouth.
The man on the other side blew his load almost immediately before hastily pulling his manhood away from my mouth, zipping shut his fly and vanishing, never to be seen again. I can clearly remember my initial disappointment as his semen ran down my chin and dripped down onto my black t-shirt. Note to self, never wear black and always swallow.
It was ok though because just minutes later another cock slipped through the hole and straight into my mouth and spent at least five minutes fucking my face and growing increasingly wet before I nervously pulled away, tugged down my trousers, spat into my hand before reaching between my legs and rubbing the spit over my crack before turning and pressing my arse against the hole. I felt pressure and then gasped as the wet dick slipped through my ring and, without hesitation, was balls deep in my ass. I almost cried out in both pleasure and surprised pain and every instinct screamed for me to pull away, but I didn’t. I willed the stranger's thick meat deeper into my hole and groaned as I felt myself loosening around it.
We didn’t fuck for long before I felt that familiar warmth flood my guts and then the cock softening as it slid from both my hole and the hole in the wall. I didn’t move as the door banged shut and then, almost immediately creaked open and clicked shut again. I can remember feeling sick with nerves but I didn’t dare move. I felt fat fingers probe through the hole and into my loosened ring and heard an excited groan through the cubicle walls. I pressed myself backwards as hard as I could and felt my hole releasing the stranger's seed over the exploring fingers, and then they disappeared backwards, only to be replaced by another, thicker dick.
I relaxed and allowed it an easy, sloppy entrance and heard a deep, masculine sound through the wooden division. They thrust hard and fast, in and out and it didn’t feel like more than seconds before they were releasing inside of me. Two loads, one hole. I wanted more and that day, I got more. One more, to be precise.
A final cock quickly slipped through the hole and immediately into my awaiting, dripping arse. I gasped loudly, my own cock leaking precum down my legs as the final stranger fucked me as though their life depended on it, my hole leaking the cum of my previous two visitors. I heard the stranger moan as they added their load to the first two and my hole twitched hungrily, greedily. They left as swiftly as they had arrived and I can remember waiting with my arse pressed against the hole, hoping for me although nobody else came.
I can distinctly remember the walk back to my car and then the journey home, my sloppy hole leaking fluids which ran down my leg and stained the back of my light-coloured trousers. At that moment in time I just didn’t care; I felt as though I was finally serving my purpose and only wished that I could have served more.
That night I can remember laying on my back and reaching down between my legs and allowing my tender hole to leak freely over my fingers before first reaching to my mouth and tasting the stale, salty treat, lapping it up with my tongue before then reaching down again and massaging the creamy goodness into my cock and balls.
My cock leaked like a tap and I quickly ejaculated over my head and then onto my face, my mouth eagerly lapping up my own fluids. As my cock softened, I reached down and continued to play with my loose, leaking hole, slipping multiple fingers inside of myself and enjoying the strained, tingling pleasure.
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