The Anonymous Encounter 4

Story Excerpt

Moving to the front counter, I wait while the clerk finishes assisting another customer. As soon as he’s done, he turns to me. I handed him my ID and asked him to buy some tokens for the backroom booths.
I pay for more than I need tokens are cheap, and it’s always good to have extras for next time. This place is my favorite adult video store, and one of the better ones in the city. It’s discreet, clean, and the backroom is known for being a lot of fun.
When I reach the booth, I’d been eyeing, I already know what’s inside glory holes. Today, I’m finally giving them a try. Why not? It’s been a fantasy of mine for a while now.
Before I go any further, let me tell you a little about myself. My name is Alexis. I’m 21, with short brown hair and blue eyes. I’m slender, single, and live alone. I make a decent wage, and I’ve never been shy about getting down and dirty with new men. But this is my first time stepping up to a glory hole, and I can feel the anticipation thrumming in my veins.
I lock the door behind me and start to undress, peeling off my crop top and stepping out of my jeans. I’m ready for whatever or whoever is on the other side.
Once I’m completely naked, I make sure to insert around two hours’ worth of tokens into the slot just enough time to do exactly what I came here for. I can always come back another day, and besides, I’ve heard the time flies when you’re having fun. While I wait for someone to enter the booth next to mine, I flip through the selection of adult films available and pick one that matches my mood. I press play, the screen flickering to life with moans and bodies already tangled in pleasure. It only makes me wetter.
I kneel down by the glory hole, my heart pounding. This is it my very first time. I take a deep breath and close my eyes, positioning myself on my knees with them slightly bent and my legs folded beneath me. I’m ready. I don’t need romance or sweet words. I just want the raw thrill of anonymous sex.
I imagine what he’ll look like what his cock will feel like. I don’t want to become a glory hole slut or a whore, I just…want to experience it. I’ve never done this before, and the mystery of it all is driving me wild. The idea that he can’t really see me, and I can’t see him, adds to the excitement. It’s the ultimate in carnal anonymity.
The anticipation is electric. My nipples harden, and I feel my pussy begin to slick itself in preparation. I bite my lip, waiting for that first knock on the other side of the wall. My clit pulses with every heartbeat. Whoever he is, I want him to fuck me hard and deep through that hole.
And as I wait, I know one thing for sure this is going to be unforgettable.
As I wait, I think through a few things. First and foremost I don’t want any man fucking me through this hole with a condom on. I know the risks. STDs, pregnancy, the unknown…but that’s exactly what turns me on. The edge of danger sharpens the thrill. I don’t know what he’s packing, if he’s clean, or if he’s even had a test in years. And maybe he doesn’t know anything about me either. But that’s the point.
Sure, I just had my period, so the chance of getting pregnant is slim. Still, it’s not zero. That tiny possibility, that whisper of recklessness, only makes my pussy clench tighter with excitement.
My heart pounds as the door to the adjacent booth finally opens. I hear it the soft creak, the shuffle of footsteps inside. He’s here.
I can feel his eyes on me, even through the wall. He sees me. He knows I’m waiting. Ready. Kneeling. Naked. He closes the door behind him, and I hear the sound of coins dropping into the slot. He’s securing his time. Then, the soft click of a screen selecting a video, but I don’t care about that. I only care about what comes next.
He steps up to the glory hole. I see the shadow of his body through the dim lighting, and then there it is. His cock. Thick, semi-hard, and pushing through the hole. He’s ready to go.
I lean forward eagerly, wrapping my lips around the warm, smooth head of his shaft. My hands instinctively find his balls, cradling them gently as I take more of him into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around his length, hollowing my cheeks as I suck him deeper. My fingers stroke his shaft, feeling it harden in my grip.
He lets out a low groan, and I feel it echo through the hole. I moan in response, my pussy already slick with arousal. This is it. My first anonymous cock. And I want all of it.
I worked his cock with my hands and mouth until it was rock hard thick, heavy, and fully erect. I let my lips linger for a moment longer before pulling back, saliva dripping from my mouth and down my chin, slicking my breasts as I slowly rose to my feet. His cock disappears for a moment as he pulls back into his own booth, but I know what’s coming next.
I line my ass up with the glory hole, getting into position. My hands press flat against the wall for support, my fingers gripping the edge of the booth as I brace myself. For the thrill. For the pleasure. For the raw, anonymous penetration I’ve been craving.
He says nothing. I say nothing either. There’s no need. Words aren’t what we’re here for.
I feel it first his fingers. They slip between my legs, teasing my cunt, feeling just how wet I’ve become. He’s testing me, seeing how ready I am for what’s coming. And damn, I’m soaked.
Then, without warning, he pushes forward. His cock presses against my slick entrance and slides deep inside me—no warning, no hesitation. He doesn’t slam in, but he doesn’t hold back either. Just enough to make me gasp as he fills me completely.
He lets out a low grunt and then speaks, “Fuck, your tight!”
And I am. I always have been. My pussy grips his shaft like a velvet vice, warm and hungry.
I bite my lip, my eyes shut tight, my hands now kneading my own breasts as he begins to thrust again and again. Faster. Harder. Deeper. His cock pistons in and out of me, sliding through my slick folds without resistance. No condom. Just bare skin. Just raw fucking.
I pant and moan, my body rocking back to meet his thrusts. I can feel it building my orgasm, hot and heavy in my core. And I know he’s close too. I can feel it in the way his cock pulses inside me, how his rhythm falters slightly, how his breath catches.