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The bus ride home was relatively uneventful for Brooke, which she was thankful for as her clothes still clung to her body with drying cum, with even more still caked on her face. Keeping her eyes on her feet the entire ride and desperate not to make eye contact with any other passengers, she was still in a state of shock as the bus shook and drove through the city closer to her final destination. As the street lights illuminated the bus around her before being plunged back into the dim lighting, her mind was brought back to the dark, dingey booth she had just left behind.

*The dark dirty floor, the smell of sweat, the taste of cum on her lips…*

The wondered sent shivers up her spine as she still felt the stranger’s warm, thick load in her stomach. A random hookup at a glory hole had been a long-time fantasy of the shy brunette but she never believed it would actually happen to her. Brooke was normally a timid girl with little experience with men, and that’s why the idea of a glory hole appealed to her so much; it allowed her to be wild and as carefree as she wanted, with the anonymity befitting an introvert. When she discovered Teaz, the sex shop just a short bus ride from her house, on the forum mysterymeet.com she was immediately hooked. The next morning she had decided to go and check out the store for herself; never intending on actually going through with… *that*.

Even with no intention to actually participate in events that she loved to watch in those videos, she ended up on her knees with her throat being abused by a strange older man. Then again, Brooke couldn’t be sure he was an older man; it could have been someone her age. Maybe someone from college, a neighbor, or even a friend? The wondered of that excited her more than just being a stranger, someone she knew and talked to every day could have been the one to cover her face and fill her stomach and neither of them would ever know. Now that she had finally fulfilled this fantasy, she felt both satisfied and unlike her stomach, a little empty. Even though that sense of fulfillment with doing something so unlike her made her feel as light as a feather, knowing that it was just… *over* gave her a feeling of disappointment. It was such a wild, erotic experience that knowing she may never get that opportunity again all but took that feeling of lightness away.

The bus arrived at McArthur Street, a block away from her house and she quickly hurried past the bus driver, doing her best to avoid eye contact. Her eyes never left her feet the entire way home, as she rushed up the front steps and tried to close the door as quietly as she could to avoid alerting her parents. Unfortunately, they had been waiting for her too.

“Hey sweetie, you’re back late!” her mom called out from the living room where she was curled up on the couch with a book. “Your dad was called in for a double tonight so I thought we could have some girl time together?”

Brooke’s stomach dropped to the floor as she quickly kicked her shoes off and dropped her bag, rushing past the living room and calling out, “Hey Mom I’d love to! Sorry, got caught up on a project with Leah and totally lost track of time. I’m just gonna change and then I’ll be back!

”Before her mother could respond she already began making her way up the stairs, praying that she was in the clear. Brooke closed her bedroom door behind herself, letting out a sigh of relief. She began to undo her blouse, peeling the fabric off of her sticky skin and tossing it in her laundry basket with a frown.

*“God… that’s going to be a pain to wash..”* she wondered. Sliding her skirt off and tossing it into the basket along with her blouse, Brooke strolled into her en suite bathroom and inspected herself in the mirror. Her light brown hair was slightly disheveled, still cum caked to her face and body along with slightly smeared makeup made her even more glad she didn’t stop to have a prolonged conversation with her mother. A feeling of panic overtook her at the sight, *“Oh my God… did people actually see me looking like this?!”*

Brooke started the shower and climbed into the steaming hot water, slowly scrubbing herself down and washing her hair. The moment the water hit her face, she was back in the booth; the hot cum splashing across her and covering her body. This time, however, she was fully naked, and it wasn’t just one cock but dozens. The wondered of it sent an electric jolt down her spine, with a tingling sensation coursing through the rest of her body. Pressing one palm against the tiled walls and hanging her head, Brooke sighed and let the steaming hot water pour down her, with her free hand slowly massaging the soap into her body. As her hand slowly made its way down her body, the tingling sensation began to overtake her; the culmination of emotions, fear, disgust, and arousal boiling over.

With her hand sliding between her legs, both the negative and positive emotions blended together into an animalistic longing. The wondered of washing her cum soaked body quickly vanished, as she began to rub herself gently, a slender finger teasing her clit as her other hand braced against the wall. The image of that thick, sweaty cock pushing roughly down her throat alone drove Brooke wild, pushing a finger deep into her wet, sensitive pussy. Curling a finger to stroke her g-spot with her thumb roughly rubbing her clit, she let out a loud moan. Thankfully it was drowned out by the rushing water, and with that knowledge, she continued to pleasure herself as much as she could.

The musky scent of the stranger still penetrated her imagination as Brooke felt the pressure building up within her body. Pushing a second finger deep inside of herself, she was desperate to feel the same release she was deprived of just hours earlier. Dropping down to her knees in the hot water, Brooke finally gave in to the immense pleasure overtaking her as she moaned loudly; as she clenched around her fingers. Cumming hard, she felt the warmth dripping down her quivering thighs; the feeling becoming more intense as she slowly slid her fingers out of her sensitive pussy. With her breath still labored, she carefully got back up to her feet, bringing her fingers up to her lips to gently suck them clean.

*”I’ve already done enough to be ashamed of… what’s one more thing to add to the list?”* she wondered, a tinge of regret coming over her as she tasted her cum soaked fingers. Once they were sufficiently cleaned, she continued washing up and eventually climbed out of the shower. With everything that had happened during the day, Brooke was exhausted and decided to dry off and call it an early night. But first, she needed to deal with her mother. As she got dressed in a pair of sweat shorts and a tank top, her light brown hair pulled up into a messy bun to keep her still damp hair from getting her clothes wet, Brooke poked her head out of the door and called out.

“Hey, Mom… I’m actually going to turn in a bit early. I’m exhausted from school today.” she said, biting her lip hopefully, praying that her mother didn’t push her on the subject. “Just a bit of cramming today so my brain feels like it’s going to explode haha…”

“Oh, you sure honey? You haven’t even eaten yet…” Brooke’s mom called back, the sound of worry in her voice.

*“Oh if only you knew how much I had to eat…”* she wondered, laughing quietly. “It’s okay Mom, I’ll just need to have an extra big breakfast tomorrow! Goodnight!”

“Goodnight sweetie,” she called back before Brooke quickly closed the door and crawled into bed, pulling the blankets up to her chin as she stared at the dark ceiling above her. Even with the danger that could have come with that dingy place, the appeal of it vastly outweighed the risk. Brooke was surprised at how much she enjoyed the anonymity behind it. It really was the perfect way to express her sexuality without the fears that came with her social anxiety, being able to do and be whatever and whoever she wanted, when she wanted to do those things. Even with how much she enjoyed it, she knew that it could only be a one-time thing; it *had* to be a one-time thing. For tonight, Brooke would relish the experience and enjoy every memory that came with it, and for tomorrow, she would go back to being the repressed and quiet good girl that everyone expected her to be.

The next morning came all too quickly, and with the piercing sun coming through her blinds and blanketing the sleeping girl came the reminder of just how exhausted she was. Slowly sitting up, Brooke groaned and rubbed her eyes, before shuffling out of bed to have a shower with the hopes of waking up. After she blasted herself with cold water, the still half-asleep girl got dressed in her college uniform and slouched her way to the kitchen table, where her mother had already prepared breakfast.

“Morning Mom,” Brooke grumbled, sitting down and immediately pouring a cup of coffee and nibbling on some toast. Her mom turned and laughed, seeing her still sleep-deprived daughter.

“If I didn’t know you better, I would think you had a hangover.” she joked, winking at Brooke who rolled her eyes.

“I wish. Like I said last night, I was exhausted from… ah, school, and just wish I could sleep today to catch up.”

“Well unfortunately you need to go to school. I’m sure your friends would miss seeing you for a day, and I need to make sure you’re kept out of trouble!” She teased, rubbing Brooke’s shoulder. The opinion caused the young woman to blush, with Brooke looking down at her face and hoping she wasn’t found out.

“Mhmm. Well, don’t worry, no getting into trouble for me.” Brooke replied, before pushing the rest of her food away. “Alright I’m off to school, love you mom.”

Giving her mom a kiss on the cheek, Brooke then grabbed her bag and quickly walked out the door. Putting her earbuds in, she put music on loudly as she strolled down to the bus stop, and waited. The wondered of the glory hole was still fresh in her mind, mainly because she was now worried if anyone knew or could have suspected what she had been up to the previous evening, but she brushed off those thoughts as simple paranoia.

Walking into college felt like a blur, her mind still wandering as she made her way through the crowded hallways to her locker, and then to her homeroom class. The quiet monotony of her classes was a welcomed distraction for her ever-running mind, and with the lunch bell ringing she had all but forgotten her previous night’s adventure. Strolling into the college cafeteria, Brooke found her best friend Leah, her boyfriend Jack, and the twin sisters Marie and Laura. As Brooke took a seat, Leah slid closer to her and beamed.

“Hey you! Feeling okay? You look exhausted.” Leah said, frowning with concern. “Were you up too late studying or something?”

“Ah yeah… something like that.” Brooke laughed, shrugging her shoulders nonchalantly.

“‘Something like that’ or that?” Laura asked, smirking. “Or were you doing something you’re embarrassed of?”

“Ohhh Brooke, do you have a secret boyfriend?” Marie asked, winking at her sister causing the pair to giggle. Brooke rolled her eyes and looked down at her lunch, suddenly losing her appetite. She didn’t know what Leah saw in the twins; sure they had all been friends since they were kids but in the last few years Marie and Laura had become such… *bitches*. The pair of them at all times were the ones who tried getting the group of friends up to no good, whether it by drinking, trying pot for the first time (which Brooke didn’t partake in), or planning a ‘*girl’s night*’, only to invite Jack and his friends over for truth or dare.

One of those nights was actually how Leah and Jack met for the first time; a small party at the twin’s house where they played spin the bottle and forced the two strangers to make out in front of all of their friends. Between that, copious amounts of alcohol and the peer-pressuring from the pair of blondes pushed Leah into the arms of Jack. Brooke could figure out the appeal of both; Leah was tall, fit, and a dancer who guys *drooled* over, sometimes literally. While Jack was just as tall, muscular, and a wrestler. With the promise of a scholarship to an Ivy League college the next year and rich parents, he was every girl’s fantasy at college, which was part of the reason Brooke put up with his stares.

She wasn’t as fit as her taller friend, but her perky chest and large firm ass seemed to be the only thing guys cared about when they talked to her. After a few conversations though, they were usually scared off; but Jack continued to talk to her which at all times gave her a small amount of pride. Then again, Jack stared at most girls, which she hated about him. Brooke at all times felt that Leah could do so much better than Jack, but the twins constantly talked him up to her and made him come across like a saint. They did know him better than Brooke did, but there was at all times something about the way he looked and acted toward other girls when Leah wasn’t around that rubbed her the wrong way.

“Come on Marie, Brooke is way too busy planning out what she’s going to wear to college interviews. Do you think she would *ever* find time for a guy?” Laura said, smirking at Brooke’s embarrassed expression.

“Guys stop, have you seen Brooke? She’s gorgeous and she’s awesome. She would have no problems finding a guy.” Leah said, a tinge of anger in her voice. Even though Leah loved spending time with the twins, she was at all times the first one to jump in and defend Brooke from their bullying. “She just… has other priorities, right Brooke?”

“Yeah…” Brooke replied, biting her tongue. *“If only they knew what I was up to last night. That’d fucking show them!”* she wondered, pride swelling inside of her as memories of the previous night came flooding back.

“Mhmm, we’re fully aware of her priorities,” Laura said, rolling her eyes. “Well too bad, she’ll probably miss our party this weekend then.”

“Probably for the best though, Jack hates that you have to babysit her at parties. He wants you all to himself” Marie said, leaning across the table and flashing a smile at Jack. “I know you had mentioned how you thought she could be a bit *uptight* and how she cock blocks you.”

Jack went bright red and began to stammer out, “N-no! I never said that, what the hell guys?”

The twins burst out laughing at his embarrassment, catching the rest of the table off guard. “Come on guys, we’re joking!” Laura said, wiping her eyes.“Yeah, we all know Brooke wouldn’t be into those kinds of parties but you’re too nice to hurt her feelings. And there’s nothing wrong with Brooke just not being as *mature* as us, not all of us are scared off from sexual things.” Marie said, her eyes trailing up and down Jack, seemingly unbeknownst to Leah.

The comments caused Brooke to clench her jaw and avoid saying anything out of spite. *“Uptight huh? What the fuck do you call going to a glory hole and sucking some stranger’s dick then?”* Brooke wondered, and for the first time the wondered of what she did didn’t make her feel nervous, or ashamed; but proud. She knew what they were saying was true; that her friends all considered her a bit of a prude, but that wasn’t a bad thing, especially now since Brooke knew otherwise. She made her decision and stood up abruptly from the table, causing everyone to look at her in surprise.

“You’re probably right, I wouldn’t enjoy your party.” Brooke spat back at them, before snatching her bag. “I could think of a thousand more fun things to do this weekend than sit around your basement and watch you flirt with Jack right in front of Leah.”

Their jaws dropped, and the twins began to object before Brooke turned and strode out of the cafeteria. She felt a swelling of pride in her chest as she told the twins off for the first time ever, and at the look of embarrassment on Jack’s face. Walking back to her locker to grab her books for the next class of the day, she made a decision; she would go back to Teaz that Friday and let loose, just enjoy herself without being pressured or judged by any of her shitty friends.

Friday came quickly and Brooke spent the whole day distracted from classes, focusing on the night ahead. Throughout the week leading up to her night, she had purchased some essentials; hair elastics, bottles of water, lip chap, and baby wipes. Brooke had learned a hard lesson the last time she had visited Teaz, and she was sure to avoid any awkward moments at the store, on the way home or God forbid, with her parents. In her backpack she packed a change of clothes to switch into prior to gonna the store, hopefully protecting her identity as much as efficient when she arrived. As the final bell rang for the day, Brooke made her way to her locker to grab the supplies she would need for the night ahead. As she was putting her books away, she was surprised by the sound of a throat being cleared behind her.

“Hey, Brooke!” Leah said, happily leaning against the locker and smiling at her friend. “I know you said you were busy tonight but… you’re coming to the party, right? I wanted to make it up to you for how the twins treated you at lunch the other day…”

“Oh… sorry Leah I can’t,” Brooke said, finishing with her books and grabbing her backpack. “I would come but I *really* can’t cancel tonight.”“What are you doing?” Leah asked suspiciously. “It’s not like you to have plans on Friday nights. At least, plans that aren’t with me.”

“Well, I had to find something else to do since Jack was so desperate to get you alone.” Brooke joked, winking teasingly at her friend. “I just have some shopping I need to do then I promised my parents I’d spend the night at home with them. It’s fine honestly, just have fun and I’ll go to the next one.”

Before Leah could object, Brooke turned on her heel and quickly made her way down the hall, calling a quick goodbye to her friend. She knew that with enough time, Leah could break her down and convince her to go to the party, and if she bailed now she would never make it back to Teaz. Strolling out the front door of her college, Brooke put her headphones in to listen to music, with the added advantage of an excuse to avoid any other awkward conversations as she walked off of college grounds and to a nearby bus stop. Conveniently, the bus Brooke needed to take came regularly so it wasn’t long before she was on her way deep into the heart of the city.

This time, Brooke disembarked from the bus at the same stop she previously did, but instead of heading straight to the store she instead went to a nearby cafe to grab a coffee and use the bathroom. This was for practical reasons; as she went into the bathroom she pulled out a spare set of clothes from her backpack, a t-shirt, zip-up hoodie, and black leggings. Now that she was comfortably out of her uniform, Brooke pulled the hood up over her head to conceal her face, packed her uniform away in her bag, and made her way back out onto the street toward her final destination.

She arrived at the large nondescript building, but unlike the first time she had come to Teaz, Brooke walked straight inside with a feeling of confidence. The neatly organized store with rows upon rows of toys, magazines, and other paraphernalia was much the same as when she was previously here, the rows having a few other patrons of the store browsing the selection. Brooke made sure not to waste any time and went straight to the counter, the same man standing behind it checking his cell phone. Pulling her hood around her face tighter, she walked up to the counter and cleared her throat, putting a $10.00 bill down on the counter.

“Hey uh… I’d like to rent out one of the booths please,” she said quietly, trying to keep her face low so the man wouldn’t recognize her. The cashier looked up from his phone in surprise, and took the bill, nodding.

“Huh? Oh, yeah of course go ahead back and pick any of the free booths,” he replied, opening the cash register to put the bill in. “You’ll have it for two hours. Have fun in there.”

Nodding appreciatively at the man behind the counter, she quickly made her way into the same dingy, dark back hallway she was in just a few days before. The long hallway was lined with various doors, all with a small light just above the frame; either red or green depending on their occupancy. While most of the doors had a bright green light illuminating them, there were three that had red lights, spread along the hallway. Striding down towards the end of the hall she entered Booth 12; the same that she had her last experience. Situated as the second-last room in the hallway with one free booth on either side of it; it was the perfect place to let loose.

Once Brooke had entered the booth and set down her bag in the corner, she made sure to lock the door before turning the small TV embedded in the wall on. Flipping through the videos she found a video of a petite redhead kneeling between two enormous, well-hung men while sucking one and vigorously jerking the second off.

Turning her attention to the video, she slid a hand between her legs and began to tease herself over the thin fabric of her leggings. Moaning softly as she did, her mind went back to her first time at Teaz, the feeling of the hard, cold floor on her knees, the sound and feel of the shaking wall as the stranger leaned his weight against it, the musky scent of his cock wafting over her…

Suddenly she was snapped out of her reminiscing by a firm knock on the wall to her left. Jumping slightly, she looked at the hole. The other side was lit up slightly like hers was, the person inside clearly watching a video as well; moaning echoing through the small hole but her vision was blocked and she could only see small cracks of light shining through. There was something blocking part of the hole. It wasn’t hard to find out what was standing on the other side of the hole, as Brooke was greeted with the sound of a belt unbuckling followed by a zipper slowly being pulled down. Almost instinctively she slid onto her knees, her eyes locked on the hole as her first challenge of the night finally revealed itself.

Brooke waited only a moment before the cock slid through the hole; it was slimmer and shorter than the last she had her last time at Teaz, with a small patch of hair around the base of the shaft. The shaft was already rock hard before her lips even made contact, her warm breath causing it to twitch gently while illuminated by the humming screen to her right. Seeing the shaft prominently in front of her eyes helped wash away the overwhelming nerves she had felt for the past several days and unlike her last experience at the hole she immediately dove in and enveloped the man in between her lips.

The man jumped slightly in surprise by how willing she was but stayed still to let Brooke have her way with him. While this man wasn’t as long or thick as her first cock at Teaz, she still made sure to put in her maximum effort. A week’s worth of excitement and anticipation finally came to fruition as she bobbed her head forward and back, swirling her tongue around. The salty taste of his skin made her salivate heavily, doing her best to not make a mess… but not being overly successful with it. Suddenly, the stranger groaned and, a spurt of thick hot cum sprayed down the back of her throat. Three ropes shot out, a soft moan escaping her lips and while Brooke’s tongue began to lap up the remaining drops the man suddenly pulled away from her mouth.

“S-sorry… that was really good. Thanks.” he gruffly mumbled, his words were quickly followed by the sound of a zipper being pulled up and hurried footsteps leaving the booth. Brooke was in shock, the small load still sitting in her mouth with the taste filling her senses. With a long, slow gulp she swallowed it down; coughing slightly. Disappointedly, Brooke slumped back against the stool in the middle of the booth with her eyes remaining locked on the now-empty hole. The taste continued to linger in her mouth as she felt her face burning at the embarrassment of once again being found in this situation. With a look of determination, Brooke quickly unzipped her sweater, balling it up and tossing it into the corner of the booth, and pulled a hair elastic from her wrist, bringing her hair into a loose ponytail. *“I am NOT going to end the night on that.”* she wondered, annoyed before turning back to the video playing in front of her.

Climbing back up onto the stool in the center of the booth, she turned her attention to the young redhead who was now servicing a new set of cocks. Her face and lithe naked body were covered in a spattering of cum, her makeup running down her face and streaking along with tears from a rough throat-fucking. Brooke lifted her hips up slightly to pull the tight leggings down, bunching the fabric around her knees. Sliding a hand between her thighs she returned to rubbing her clit, an index finger teasing her tight pussy gently. Her breath began to quicken as her already wet pussy began to quiver under her own touch. Pleasure began to create up within her body as the sound of the same booth to her left seemingly opened and quickly closed behind the new stranger. A small light lit up in the other booth, the hole in the wall slightly illuminated as a large figure could be seen flipping through videos.

Biting her lip, Brooke smiled mischievously as she let out a louder moan. Fingering herself deeper now and curling a finger in to tease her G-Spot, she kept her eyes locked on it. The figure on the other side laughed deeply, before confidently stepping up to the hole. With the sound of his belt buckle being undone and a zipper following it, the man spoke; “Damn I didn’t believe them when they said some horny slut was in here. It’s my lucky day.”

“It definitely is,” Brooke said quickly, sliding down slowly to her knees before all but crawling up to the hole; her leggings still pulled down around her knees. She was careful to change her voice slightly just in case but continued to tease herself while waiting eagerly for the man. *“What did I just say? God, I’ve never acted like this…”* she wondered, as she became possessed by the pleasure coursing through her body. Chuckling, the man slid a significantly longer and thicker cock through the hole, even barely semi-erect the long shaft hung down the wall in front of her.

“Well if that’s the case, then let’s have some fun baby.” the man said, his cock twitching slightly in the exposed air. The shaft itself was thick; almost as if it were three of her fingers together and easily close to 7 inches hanging in front of her face. The skin of the shaft was slightly more tanned than the previous two men she had pleasured. Did she know anyone who was tanned that would come here? A mental picture of this tall, confident man began to fill her mind, something that could match the deep voice she had heard. Around the base of the shaft was shaved smooth, but the smell of cologne penetrated her senses. Leaning forward, Brooke ran her soft, wet tongue down the length of his shaft, sighing at the taste. The stranger sighed happily as her tongue ran along his skin, with her eyes growing heavy as she finally reached the tip.

Brooke’s tongue began to explore the man’s tip, helping make it wetter before engulfing it in her mouth. She could feel the wall slightly buckling as the man put his weight on it, pushing the thick cock even further into her mouth. Even as she first took it in, Brooke knew this would be a struggle as her jaw was held open to accommodate his girth. Bobbing her head forwards and back, she could feel pain starting to form at holding her mouth open for something so thick. Pulling back suddenly, she gasped deeply for a breath of air and brought her hands up to her shirt to quickly pull it off. Looking for a place to discard her shirt; covered with several strands of saliva she tossed it to the same corner she had previously put her hoodie, with her free hand stroking the man’s cock. It wasn’t long before the small amount of pain had subsided and she dove back in enthusiastically, slurping and pushing the girthy cock deeply into her throat. One of Brooke’s hands slid up to stroke the end of the stranger’s dick that she wasn’t able to take into her mouth, as her other hand slid back to its original spot between her legs.

Now fully soaked, Brooke pushed a second finger deep inside of her which elicited a squeal that echoed in the small booth. Her throat tightened around the man, and the stranger groaned in pleasure. “Fuck.. that feels good. Do you like choking on daddy’s cock?” he grunted out, his hips starting to thrust slowly into the young woman’s mouth.

“Mhmm… hmpf… yes Daddy.” she panted out, pulling her face away from his cock.

“Good girl. Now bring your mouth back here,” he commanded. She obediently listened to him, taking him back into her mouth. Pushing her lips as close to the hole as she could, Brooke remained still as she was lost in the pleasure between her legs. The man began to roughly thrust into her mouth, fucking her throat and filling the girl’s cramped booth with echoing sounds of gluk gluk slurp gk over and over again. Every thrust the stranger made pushed even further, pushing through her objecting throat as he had his way with Brooke. Suddenly, a voice could be heard behind her from the opposite hole.

“Damn girl, you look like you’re having a good time.” The voice laughed, followed closely by a giant hand gripping her ass cheek firmly. With a yelp of surprise, she pulled away from the large cock as it continued twitching; glistening in the dim light of the booth. The newcomer had entered the booth to Brooke’s right and was squeezing her ass, before giving it a firm spank playfully. “Keep going, don’t let me interrupt.”

She could see a shiny wedding ring on the man’s large hands. *“This is getting way out of hand!”* she wondered before her eyes met the saliva-slicked cock in front of her face. “*I’ve got to finish this first…”*

Taking a deep, shaky breath she pushes herself forward again and takes the cock as deeply as it’ll go. Bringing one hand up to brace herself on the wall, her other hand reached up to start stroking the man’s balls to help encourage him to finish. Keeping her body in place, and with her lower half now fully exposed, she felt the man behind her release her ass and a soft whistling sound. Clearly, the newcomer was staring straight at her tight, young pussy. The newcomer’s hand continued to explore her ass, before gently stroking her, the rough skin of his fingers pushing themselves deeply into her. Moaning around the cock in front of her, Brooke felt so full, two men pleasuring themselves using her small body.

Brooke continued to be used in this way for several minutes, the stranger in the booth to her left fucking her throat as if it were nothing more than a fleshlight while the newcomer in the booth to her right fingered her hard and deep. She could taste the salty precum dripping out of his cock and dripping down her raw throat; the man’s breathing became labored. The stranger continued at the same fast pace, panting out; “Get ready for daddy’s cum… you’re going to swallow it all!”

While her body couldn’t react fast enough to prepare her, she felt a torrent of thick cum pouring down her throat. This was the biggest load she had had yet, and she immediately began to gag on it. As the load began to flood her stomach, it felt as if a dam burst within her as she finally was pushed over the edge herself; cumming hard on the newcomer’s fingers. Her pussy clenched around his fingers while her throat tightened around the thick cock in front of her, milking the man dry. While her throat constricted around the man, she swallowed it down eagerly, a sense of relief finally passing as he slid out of her mouth and the hole, quickly doing up his pants. “That was great baby, come back next Friday and I’ll gladly come see you again.”

Brooke took a moment to catch her breath before pulling her body away from the man fingering her. “Y-yeah… same time next week?”

The man laughed and turned his TV off. “Can’t wait. Have fun.”

Looking back over her shoulder, she was greeted with the sight of another cock waiting eagerly and fully erect for her. It appeared that the newcomer wouldn’t be satisfied with just getting her off. With the sound of the stranger to her left exiting his booth and the waves of pleasure still overtaking her mind, Brooke swallowed the remaining cum in her mouth and with a deep breath dove in for her next challenge of the evening.

It was gonna be a long night.

NSFW: yes

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