You: All in all, it's a bit unremarkable. Most people don't expect much in the small mall, located in a small Minnesotan town, somewhere just north of Saint Pauls. Of course, the majority of people don't exactly know what it holds. Not exactly in the corner of the mall, but not quite in the center, lies a booth. One that can be seen into by any inquisitive eye, with two portions to it- split in half, with a variety of holes inside, as if to let rather... Long, cylindrical objects through.

It's in-congruent with the surrounding stores. You wouldn't expect a glory hole booth next to a clothing store, even if it is a rather ratty one, the clothing being a fair few years out of date, the owners just out of touch with fashion. Perhaps it fits in with the small porn store around 20 feet away, but considering it's been closed for two years now, it's little more than a faded memory. No, the booth is rather unique, and you can't help but observe it.

There's often a few people around it, trying to see if anyone- whether it be man, futa or perhaps an adventurous woman- is getting themselves serviced by an adventurous exhibitionist. It isn't a large booth, each half just big enough for someone to stand up in and stretch slightly. It reaches ten foot in height, the holes inside at crotch-level. Perfect for certain activities, of course.

Stranger: It's been...a pretty shitty day. I flunked two tests, got dumped by my girlfriend of two weeks, and mom is being a total bitch! Like, my life is totally over. In any case, I've finally made it to my last retreat on earth: The Maaaall! Though I look a bit grungy and tomboyish on the outside (due to the way I dress, my hair, my make up) I'm actually quite into fashion. I shop here, like, all the time.

Wow, am I seriously thinking as if I were talking? I shake my head, clearing my thoughts. Must just be because I haven't screwed anyone in a while...thinking of that, my cock throbs. Jessica, that stupid bitch, decided we weren't good enough for each other. Oh well. Who needs her?

My cock throbs again, making me shiver. ...Fuck. I do. I need...something, at least! Goddamn, this feeling of horniness has never hit me this hard. Must be all the hormones flooding my system, every day a new grand fucking adventure in the process of puberty. Just as I think I'm gonna have to hide behind a fake potted plant and rub one out, I see a small crowd congregating around a store...I don't think I've ever been in! If that's even possible, right? They must have a sale!

I come over, taking a peek...and find...what is this? ...Seriously, no, what is this? I furrow my brow, my pouty lips pouting even more profusely. Is this like some sort of telephone boo...oh wait. Wait, wait, wait. Is that...?

Holy shit. It is. A glory hole. Why can we see in it? And is that...?

Holy. Shit. The most beautiful boy I've ever seen like, ever, is in there. How did he get in? When did he get in? Can I fuck him?

Just then, I noticed where I was. Damn near pressed against the glass, my bulgy bulge even more bulgy now about these thoughts of mine. I glance around, suddenly blushing when I see eager onlookers. I bite my lip...I think about going in there, pulling my big fat cock out, and fucking that priceless piece of ass periously trapped in there...

And I damn near jizz in my pants.

I open up the door, and some hoots and hollers are heard from behind me. I close it...and see only my reflection. It clicks in my brain and I give a small smile. One way mirrors...cute! Knowing that a whole society of people are congregated on the other side, I fearlessly start...unbuckling my pants.

You: This is a bad idea. This is a bad, bad idea, Jamie. You're going to get, like, raped, dude. Or murdered. Murder-raped. Something bad in general, at least. I mean, how often in stories does this end up well? Someone deciding to be adventurous and push their boundaries, live a little... Often ending in them embarking on a particularly painful journey and regretting all of it. That could be this, dude.

I was dumb to even be here in the first place. I mean, Ellie's on a holiday over in freaking... Germany or something, so I've had no company for five days now. That wears on you a lot more than you'd expect, and I'm already going crazy from it. Add in the fact that, going against what most of my peers seem to believe, I'm about as horny as a field of infinite bulls, it's not been good. Masturbating- and I can't believe I'm saying this- isn't enough.

So, I figured I might as well try something drastic before I cum in public or something. Which, uh, actually lead to what I did. I remember a couple of the girls in English talking about this the other week, the "Glory Booth" or something like that. Two people go in, they cum, they go out. Nice and painless, right? Anonymous sex. Of course, it often ended with someone being taken by a forceful futa, but I wasn't exactly against the idea. So, with the whole foolishness of youth... I decided to try it.

I dressed appropriately, at least. Nice clothes- I've had this shirt for about 3 years now, and it still feels great- that won't be ruined by any stains should suit this perfectly. And, I'm prepared in other ways, too. Condom in case they want to cum in me, though it wouldn't really work for a futa. These aren't really stretchy condoms- and before you say, inner monologue, I'm not cheap. I just don't have much of an income.

That's how I got here, really. I can hear voices outside. They must have seen me come in about twenty minutes ago, waiting for... Someone to cum along. By the time she- sorry, you- arrive, I'm about ready to admit defeat and leave. That's before I hear breathing and buttons being undone, eyes snapping open wide to find the source of the sound.

"U-Uh. Hello? Is someone... There?" I ask, hating my voice. FUcking puberty, man. I sound like a princess or something...

Stranger: I grin. This is so fucking good already. My face is on fire, almost hotter than my crotch. The pretty voice from the other side makes my heart flutter! As I struggle with my heavy belt buckle, I call out, "Hey, baby. Couldn't help notice you out there and uh..." I fuck around with my belt, cursing and muttering. Finally I get it undone. My voice, which is obviously fairly girly with a husky tone to it, calls out again. "I didn't think I could help myself. So, here I am, I guess. Never really done something like this before, gotta admit."

I rub the back of my head, cringing. That probably sounded really lame. I bet you're here all the time, a pro. My eyes flutter closed, reminiscing that small sight of you outside, your cute outfit and...mmm! Delicious looking lips. My cock nearly bursts free, a wet spot forming where the tip is enclosed. I gasp, moaning through gritted teeth. "H-hope you have a big mouth, baby..." I gasp, pulling my pants and panties down in one swoop, my considerable cock launching free, flicking a drop of pre-cum straight through the hole.

Knowing that people are watching me has me burning with shame...and pure fucking ecstasy. My heart is hammering in my chest...I've always fantasized about a situation like this, actually! Goddamn, does it feel good. I bite my lip, suddenly a bit nervous. They aren't gonna...like...bite my cock off, right? I've heard stories...how often in stories does this end up well?

You: Oh, jesus. You sound... Experienced? Yeah, experienced is the right word. Like you're used to this, that coming to this booth is just a routine thing for you. I gulp nervously as you speak, your voice- sounding pretty damn mature to me- sending a faint shiver down my spine, arousal starting to seep into my body. Maybe this.. This could end well. Unless you're diseased. Nono. Nobody would do that, right? Spread aids or something at gloryholes?

At least you're female. Whilst husky, your voice is almost like mine, a distinctly female air to it. So, either a transgirl or a futa. Probably a futa, giving the rather potent musk of your cock that I can almost smell, a mixture of sweat, precum and something I can't quite pin down. Embarrassing as it is to say, it's something I'm actually.. Liking.

"Y-You know it, sweety." Sweety? Is that too familiar, too affectionate? Is that how the submissive one should talk? I fall into silence, embarrassed of myself, feeling a bead of your precum land on my lip. I lick it up cautiously, and find to my shock that... You're delicious. Like, narcotically so. This is what cum tastes like? No wonder so many people like giving blowjobs. I look through the hole to your cock, panting quietly.

"W-Why don't you stop teasing and let me see your little friend?" Great, now I'm asking you to show me your machine gun. Smooth, Jamie...

Stranger: Idly running a small, soft hand up and down, still a bit stage-shy...but, the sound of your harmonic voice seems to soothe the raging horn-demon inside my soul. You must be like, really, REALLY good at this to be so calm in a situation like this! "Okay...whatever you like, honey." I put a hand on the wall, slowly pressing my hips forward, prepared for some sort of dick muncher or cock guillotine.

Is my cock too small? My girlfriend...fuck, wait, my EX girlfriend complimented it, but was she just being nice? You've probably handled dicks that would put horses to shame! I think about all the people watching, and moan audibly, jerking my hips forward. I grit my teeth and shove it all through, my hips pressing against the cool panel. "Okay. There you go, you..." Fuck, what should I say? "You fuckin' slut." I mentally facepalm. What a rude thing to say!

You: Slut. Oh. Oh man. That's something new, and given the reaction it gets from me, something I want to hear again. I'm forced to bite my lip to stifle a moan as I see your cock, utterly intimidated by it- that thing could knock down a bloody door- and turned on beyond belief. Around twice my size, a bit thicker, dripping precum.. Your cock, I would say, is the definition of perfection. I feel like there's nothing wrong with it, in any way shape or form.

Breathing in deeply, complicated by the smell of your arousal, I lean towards your head, glad you can't see the nerves in my eyes. "You just... Stay calm, honestly. Let Jami- let me take care of you." No names, James. Don't let them find out who you are. Stupid. Hoping to distract you, my tongue sticks out and slowly licks the underside of your head, heading to your uretha whilst licking anyprecum. The moaning you get is my approval, slipping the entirety of your head in my mouth.

Stranger: I'd half thought that you were so grossed out by my disgusting cock that I was gonna pull it out and run away in shame. But then your voice resonated through the thin wall, and your calming tone and words put me at ease. "Sure thing, baby. It's all yours." You didn't seem to hate me for calling you a slut. Maybe...maybe you like it? Wait, did they just say something? Jam...Jamie? Is that what they said? Guess I should call him...her? By that name.

"Just...take it, Jamie. You...you fucking slut. I bet you love the taste of cock, don't you?" I buck my hips, mostly out of a muscle spasm. Then, I buck them again, this time because of the GLORIOUS FUCKING FEEL of your mouth pressing around me! That tongue, it's like a velvet piece of goddamn heaven! Holy shit! I audibly moan, quivering.

Ohmygods. I can't tell if I like the taste of your cock, the smell of it, or just the feeling of your cock within my mouth more. It's all heavenly, shocked at how much I'm enjoying just blowing you. I'm an utter virgin at this, truly unexperienced, and yet... You're liking it. Maybe loving it. Am I that good? If you're enjoying it, I must be.

Thoughts along those lines are cut off as you thrust, however, around five inches of cock jammed down my mouth by that point, rather close to my throat. I gag quietly, unwanted tears in the corners of my eyes. A few black trails run from them, a tiny amount of mascara smearing as I cope with your cock. There's, like, 20 inches left. Can I even handle this? I... Well, if you call me a slut, I might just.

Stranger: I damn near faint. Holy. Fuck. Did I just make him...her?? gag? That's a huge fucking ego boost. "Y-you fucking slut, you love sucking cock, don't you? I bet you do this all the time, you...you whore." I have both hands on the wall now, leaning heavily against it, panting, my eyes rolling in the back of my head. Either my ex didn't like blowing me, or she just fucking sucked, cause this is on a whole nother level!

My hips buck on their own, banging against the wall. I just can't conceive of this level of pleasure. It makes me want to kiss you all over while simultaneously choking you and tugging on your ponytail that you don't have. The hormones are flooding my body, and I just can't stop! I shout out, louder now, more demanding, "Come on, fucking suck me! You slut, take it hard!" I don't even have the brain capacity to ponder if that sounded stupid or not.

You: I can't believe how much I'm enjoying this. I've barely even kissed a girl, but being treated like nothing better than a $2 whore and facefucked is driving me wild. That's probably not good, but by this point I don't even care. I'm too wrapped up in making you pleasured to stroke my own cock, oblivious to the precum staining the, uh, feminine underwear I put on. Look, I wasn't in a normal state of mind this morning, inner monologue. Shush.

As you get harsher and harsher, my excitement increases, moreso when you finally enter my throat. It isn't a dignified process. It's a single mighty thrust, so that at one moment I'm bobbing on you weakly, tongue roaming everywhere... And then, the next, my face is pressed against the wall, your cock utterly buried in my gullet. I can't even gag by this point, simply choking in my own personal heaven whilst still trying to bring bout your orgasm, just... Wanting more of you, your cock, your abuse.

Stranger: I could seriously cum right now. Multiple times. For...hours. Fuck. FUCK! FUCK YES! "FUCK YES!" I shout out, my thoughts vocalized amidst the throaty, gutteral moans of pure passion as I penetrate your pretty lips. Like, I've gotten BJ's before...the one behind the bleachers at school that one day comes to mind...but this is really a whole different department. It's like instead of going to McDonalds, I'm going to a fucking five star restaurant. Man, I'm really hungry...

My inner monologue of food is quickly interrupted by the overwhelming pleasure signal rushing to and fro my brain. GET THE FUCK OUTTA THE WAY, HUNGER! It yells! Damn, I'm really a nerd in my brain, aren't I? I'm gettin' a frikken' blowjob and I'm thinking about that shit? Nah, fuck that.

I focus in, and nearly explode in your mouth. The subtle gags, the slurping, the sucking, the EVERYTHING is driving me crazy. I probably look like a maniac, but damn if I don't feel good!

You: Part of me is still in denial that this is my first sexual experience, but the rest of my mind is fucking reveling in it. I can see it as kind of a portent of what's to come, you know? If you ignore how pretentious that sounds, anyway. But it could pave the way. Just... Blowing futas like you, gagging, choking and generally suffocating on cocks that I'm lucky to even see, treated like little more than an attractive fleshlight.

When you start yelling, I put in my full effort. Even as I make choking sounds around your cock, I try to bob around your thrusts, tongue weakly tracing letters on your shaft, wishing the wall wasn't in the way. If I could feel your balls slapping against my chin, feel how much cum you have for me, I'd be driven mad with lust.

Stranger: Brain. Hurting. Cock. Overloading. Balls...ready to explode! I pant, my breathing ragged, my heart thumping out a staccato on my ribcage, ready to burst free. My legs seize up completely, signals rampaging through my young body. My hips are moving on their own, humping back and forth at ludicrous speed into and out of your throat. "Fuck, you fucking slut, holy shit! I'm gonna fucking cum, fuck, fuck...fuck!" If only I could grab your head and shove it towards me...my balls unload, pouring a huge sploosh wave of jizm into your mouth. It seems to rage on for minutes, though in reality it's only a few long pleasure-ridden seconds. I completely unload, the cum pouring out the sides of your lips. The moan that was stuck in my throat bursts forth, nearly shattering the mirror.

You: In all the times I've came before, it's been more than a bit underwhelming. Masturbation doesn't do it for me, in general. So I'd be jealous of most people's usual orgasms. Yours, however, seems like some unobtainable goal. As I feel you bury your cock within me one last time, eyes widening when I realize what's happening, I'm greeted by cum-coated heaven. What feels like gallons of cum shoots into me, head swimming from it. It tastes delicious- sweet, sticky and almost addictive, smelling perfect. Swallowing it is easier than I could've ever imagined, eyes rolling back from the ecstasy.

The only sign I'm even conscious, minus the faint moaning, is how my tongue tries to clean your cocm of cum, panting like a bitch in heat.

Stranger: After my eyes stop rolling around in my skull, I take the time to lean, panting. I can faintly hear what seems to be...cheering? Applause? Something. I push it out of my mind, my cock half-softening, slipping out of the glory-hole now stained with jizm. "That was...holy fuck. You're a good fucking slut. I want your number." I giggle breathlessly, deciding it's probably time to leave. I just need to get my legs working, first...

Pulling up my pants a bit, I decide, why not let my cock hang out? Everyone outside has seen enough of it already. Hey, maybe someone was impressed and will let me take them behind a dumpster or some shit...I buckle my belt but leave my zipper undone, fat cock drooling all over the floor. I struggle with the door, stumbling out.

You: After a few minute of empty-headed bliss, I'm thrust back into reality when your cock leaves me, whimpering slightly. I blink blearily, barely hearing your words- something about a number? You want... My number- and just hearing you depart, deciding after a few seconds that I should leave myself. Easier said than done, mind. I force myself to get up on numb legs, aware of the bugle in my shorts...

Eh, nobody will see. I'm not too big, and why would someone look there? I can just crack one off when I get home. This will be enoguh mental fuel for a fair few years. Face crimson red from choking, tear-trails stained black, I step out and freeze, surrounded by more than a few people- around eight or so in immediate sight, with potentially more out of sight.

Oh gods. In a moment of horrid intuition, I look back to see the closed door, realizing the "horrid" truth. I'm an idiot. I'm the biggest idiot ever. One-way-mirror. They all saw that. My heart drops and I step back, aware of a few masturbating- cocks being pumped confidently, a few hands near snatches, that sort of thing. "Oh, gods..." I mumble, not noticing you just yet.

Stranger: Getting up from the floor, having stumbled immensely and slipped on someone elses ejaculate, I quickly jump to my feet. I noticed the other door opening after beaming with pride at the audience before me. A few claps and whistles, but most of them are focused on you, as you stumble your way out. Now that I have a better look at you...yep. Definitely a femboy. And a damn sexy one, at that. I grin, coming over to you, hearing you mutter something that I can't make out. I put a hand on your shoulder, leaning in, whispering in your ear.

"Hey, sexy. That was really fun...what do you think about round two?" My rapidly re-hardening cock is wetly pressed against your thigh. I notice your own throbbing erection in your shorts, smiling as I grab hold of it. "You didn't get to cum, did you? Poor little slut..." Another hand comes down on your bottom harshly. I think I could get used to treating people like this!

You: I'm staring blankly at the crowd before you approach me, stunned. 10 people in total- four women, five futas, and a single man. Total count of two horsecocks, a single dog-cock and the rest human, along with what seems to be about five orgasms worth of cum coating the floor. All.. All over us? Over me?

I'll admit, I don't react in a manly manner to your approach. I jump and squeak as your cock bumps against me, transitioning into a quiet moan when you grope me. Oh gods. So this is what it's like to be felt up. Kinda... Treated like a piece of meat. Like a slut, as you're calling me. You're given a weak nod and whimper in return, too shocked to even think about anything beyond your cock and the others.

Stranger: I get a little greedy with your body. My hands run up and down, squeezing and prodding. I grab a handful of your butt, giving considerable attention to that. I giggle, sliding my two middle fingers between my lips, staring you in the eye as I suck them gently, coating them with saliva. I can tell that you aren't going to resist, somehow. My hand still groping your crotch, the other slides down the back of your shorts... right between your cheeks, probing at your back door.

"You're such a slut, aren't you?" I whisper, still right next to your ear. I kiss your cheek, biting your earlobe. "I bet you want me to fuck you hard...senseless...in front of all these people. Don't you?" I press a little harder, urging my fingers past your resistance. "Fucking say it, you slut." I whisper, barely audible. "Fucking yell it." I squeeze your crotch a bit roughly.

You: Nobody is interfering. They're just.... Watching. Some are still jacking off or fingering themselves, but the ones who aren't are making no move to stop you. They all want this to happen, and... Honestly, so do I. I'm shivering as you whisper, my body ptuty in your hands. I might as well try to fight a tornado. It'd be more likely to succeed than it would be to resist you by now.

"Uh-huh."I nod timidly with your words, ashamed of how turned on I am by being treated like your glorified cocksleeve. You manage to draw a rather... Vocal reaction when your fingers enter my rear, shuddering orgiastically. "P-please." I'm almost sobbing, needing you more than I can ever imagine. "I need you." Another whisper, a bit louder this time.

Gulping, looking towards the crowd, my voice booms suddenly, otherwise timid voice piercing the air. "F-FUCK ME LIKE A LITTLE CUMDUMP!" I scream, shivering as one of the horsecocked futas steps forward slightly.

Stranger: I grin in triumph, burying my fingers in your ass roughly. With a sudden show of strength, I lift you up completely with that hand in your ass. In one fluid motion I yank your shorts off, letting them dangle on one foot as hold you up, my now rock-solid cock pointing straight up. With a roar, I slam you down on my spit-ridden cock, tearing you apart on the forced and sudden entry.

I'm much stronger than I look, holding you up with ease, my hips bucking, cock gliding in and out of you. One hand parts from your ass to grab on to your now exposed cock, jerking it up and down quickly, the crowd applauding, the horse-cock one backing off.

You: And so,going against the scenarios I've had in mind- ones of candlelit dinners, kisses with lovers and gentleness- my virginity is torn away as if it were a useless bauble, thrown into the trash. It all happens too fast to really consider, one blinding moment of joyous agony. Being lifted, stripped half-naked and impaled on a humongous cock, all in about ten seconds. The mind just can't handle it, and I take another thirty or so seconds to come back.

When I do, I'm moaning as the whore I am should, the pain of my bleeding rear adding to the enjoyment somehow, mind uncomprehending. I look about in a fog of shock, seeing one of the futas and girls each using my discarded shorts and panties to masturbae, either sniffing them or wrapping them around a cock. My own throbs and shudders, finally erupting in an almost dismal display, my load squirting out onto thefloor with little-to-no fanfare, still hard whilst you pound me.

Stranger: I can't stop pounding your glorious butt. I don't even mind the torn bit with the blood, that's just sexy to my filthy mind.My balls are swinging so hard and fast they smack into yours my hand still jerking you off at a lightning pace. Your cum just lubes up my hand, making it easier.

I yell out, slamming you up against a wall, holding up your legs to my sides awkwardly, still pounding away at your poor rectum. A young girl actually comes over, slides to her knees, and buries her small face into my ass, which only makes me scream with pleasure louder. The audience is quickly degrading into an impromptu orgy at our example, fucking happening rampantly amongst the genders.

You: It's unreal. I'm barely holding onto thought by this point, struggling to comprehend what's happening. I don't think you're raping me. I think. I mean, I'm enjoying it more than... Anything else, really. I'm half the reason why an orgy started, along with you, and I'm the object of your desire. Someone attractive being after me is shocking enough, but using me like this? Unheard of.