[[You remember that cute, relatively normal looking receptionist at your work](https://www.reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/l6fo5m/that_shy_girl_next_door_type_at_work_shes_a/)?]
Yeah, that one. She’s kind of an anal freak, and I don’t mean that she’s exceptionally neat and organised. Actually, to be fair, she keeps her desk pretty tidy too… Maybe that links somehow. Probably not.
Anyway, Anna, as you came to remember her name had started to take her desires to a new level. She wasn’t quite feeling the same level of satisfaction as before in her kinky work escapades. She still enjoyed it, but she needed *more*.
She’d considered dating, going so far as to swipe through tinder a little. It wasn’t hard for her to get matches, and without being *too* self-important, she was sure that there were *plenty* of guys who would willingly give her what she so desperately craved, but it didn’t seem like it would be enough. She didn’t want her face to be attached to her depraved desires. She wasn’t about to type “Rape my ass, please? <3” in to her bio.
As such, over the past couple of months, Anna had taken to driving to the other side of the city on most weekends. Down to a bar with a bit of a reputation. “*The Hole in the Wall”* It wasn’t the type of place that she’d normally find herself, the grimy floors and dim lighting contrasting with her ‘well to do’ look. She was more of a coffee shop and wine gal, whereas the air here smelled like cigarettes and spilled beer.
The first time she came here was… interesting, to say the least. A baggy hoodie masked her features as she quickly walked in to the building. She kept her head low, briskly crossing the room and doing her best to avert any gazes. The patrons here had learned long ago that they shouldn’t bug the girls that come in, so she didn’t really get any trouble. Anna had taken in *just* enough of the room to see her destination on the opposite side, a door marked “bathrooms”, and before long she’d disappeared through the door.
Instead of heading through the door marked “Dames”, she instead approached the one signalling for the men’s room. She pushed the door open a crack, taking a quick peek inside to confirm that no one else was there, before hurriedly stepping inside. She didn’t give any time to her surroundings, instead quickly stepping in to the middle of three bathroom stalls. *Finally,* now she could take her hood down and take in her surroundings.
It was surprisingly clean, or at least as clean as a place like this had the possibility to be. She had a sneaking suspicion that the other stalls and the rest of the room might be a *little* dirtier. Still, the walls were graffitid, the floor was relatively grimy, but her overall distaste for the room just made her feel even *dirtier*. She didn’t waste time, slipping her hoodie off and packing it in to a backpack she brought. She was dressed in the same kind of way she might often be seen – A flowing yellow knee length skirt, a tucked in off-white figure hugging top, and some simple flats. “Bookish wife in the countryside?”
Of course, the bathroom stall had one defining feature, positioned at roughly hip height. A crude permanent marker arrow pointed towards it, plus the words “Mouth Goes Here!” It was a hole in the wall, about 4 inches in diameter, the edges lined with black duct tape. Anna stared at it with a quiet apprehension, heart fluttering. Was she really going to do this?
She was forced to quickly make up her mind as she heard a door swing open, followed by footsteps. *Yes, she was.*
With a deep breath she hitched up her skirt around her ass, revealing a notable lack of underwear on her pale, well filled out butt. Next, she turned around before gently pressing her curvy rear against the wall, her ass directly over the wall. She felt herself jump a little at the cold wall on her bare skin, and couldn’t help but feel somewhat disgusted with herself. This place was *filthy.*
The footsteps drew closer as she was quickly met with the realisation that there were two men, engaged in quiet conversation. The voices grew closer until eventually she could hear them.
“Yeah man, she thinks I’m at the gym.” One voice spoke, low and with a hint of amusement. He sounded like he was somewhere between late 20s and mid 30s.
“The gym? Doesn’t she notice when you get back and you’re still out of shape?” The other voice replied. She could practically hear the smirk on his face.
“Fuck you dude.”
“Kidding man.”
“Whatever, anyway… You see the gal who walked in here?” He continued.
“Barely…” The voices were now in the actual bathroom with her, nearly directly outside the door to her stall. “Think she’s in there?”
“Where else would she be, dumbass? Right girl?” He called out. Anna froze, not knowing what to reply. She chose to remain totally silent, save for her heartbeat pounding in her ears. “Fair enough.” The guy replied, as the two pairs of footsteps made their way in to the stall next to her.
“She can’t be as good as Candice. That chick knows how to *suck.*” The first guy said smugly. She heard the familiar sound of a zipper being undone, the two men clearly in the stall next to her.
“You know Candice is a dude, right?” The other man replied.
“Don’t ruin it for me. The sign says she’s a chick, so she’s a chick to me. Doesn’t seem to stop you either.”
“A blowjob is a blowjob man. I don’t care… Speaking of…” She heard another zipper. “Ready to suck some-” The guys voice was cut off as he noticed something odd. “Wait… Is that…” The guys went silent as they came to notice something about their regular “blowjob” hole.
“Hey miss, you know this place is normally for blowjobs, right?” The first man spoke out again with slight apprehension. Once again, Anna could only remain silent, her butt totally exposed to the men.
“I think she knows that dude, but look, she’s even lubed up her asshole!” The second man interjected. The two men were silent for a moment taking in the sight.
“You want it in your ass?”
*Yes!!!* Screamed the voice in her head, but her mouth remained quiet. The best she could offer was a slight wiggle.
“Alright then… My wife never wants to try anal anyway.” The first guy spoke again, seemingly rather pleased with his luck. “Fuck, I’m hard already…”
*This was finally happening!* Anna heard quiet footsteps as the guy moved closer to the dividing wall. Her heart was practically in her throat as he moved closer, waiting wistfully to feel something. *Anything.* Suddenly, she felt it… The gentle prod of something warm, hard, and *thick*, pressing against her tight, slippery asshole. She let out a needy gasp as the pressure increased slowly, prodding firmly against her well trained hole.
“Fuck…” The man growled, pushing himself forward. Anna made sure to keep her butt pressed against the wall, hands unsure of where to rest. One of them found its way to the side, clinging to a metal pipe, whilst the other rested upon her thigh. She trembled as the pressure increased, threatening to enter her at any moment.
Suddenly, he slipped inside. Her eyes widened, mouth opening in a silent “Oh”. His thick, bulbous tip entered her tightness as the man grunted. She bit her lip, desperately holding herself from making a sound.
“Goddamn that’s tight…” The man grunted.
“Don’t take too long, I want a turn.” The other guy goaded, but his friend ignored him. Instead, he begun to push himself further inside, inch after inch gradually stretching her out. This was more than she could have anticipated! The filthy room, the depravity of her acts, and the *incredible* sensation. It all came together in the most wonderful orgasm she’d ever witnessed, her body trembling as both her dripping wet pussy and asshole tightened, squeezing on the man.
“H-hhaaaahhh…” She softly gasped. It didn’t seem that the man knew exactly what had just happened, but appreciated the soft moan regardless.
“Damn… I think she likes it.” He grins, beginning to push again. The last inch slips inside her as he bottoms out, crotch pressed against the wall. He didn’t give any warning as he slowly begun to pull out, before sliding slowly inside again. She let out a little squeak as he did so, before his movements gradually became repetetive. Her asshole gripped his cock with a desperate attempt to milk out his cum as he began fucking her, pre-cum smearing her insides. Each time he thrust inside her, her body would tremble and she would have to fight to not let out a dirty, excited moan. Even as his thrusting became quicker she managed to fight her impulses, only occasionally letting out a tiny squeak of pleasure. Orgasms came deplorably over and over again, Anna unable to control the pleasure her body was feeling.
Almost without any warning at all, the man suddenly thrust all the way inside. Her eyes clamped shut in delight as she felt him twitching inside her whilst warm, thick cum began painting her insides.
“F-Fuccckkkk…” He groaned. “That’s a good whore…”
*Is that what she was? A whore?* The word bounced around in her mind. Why did that word make her feel even better? She wasn’t even being paid for this…
It was over too soon, the man slowly withdrawing his cock from her needy hole, panting slightly. She was almost disappointed, fighting the urge to beg him to put it back inside. Her desires were suddenly met as she heard the other man wordlessly take his position, the familiar sensation of another thick tip pressing against her used hole. She could feel how sloppy her insides now were, glazed with the first man’s cum. It was clear these guys didn’t particularly care about such a thing.
“Ready for another cock?” The man asked her. She nodded, foolishly, considering he couldn’t even see her. It was rhetorical anyway, and the man begun to push himself inside. “Goddamn… That is tight…” He grunted in approval to his friend. It was a lot easier for the second man to push himself all the way inside her, having already been used by the first man. Her hole, still tight, allowed him inside her all the way, before he began thrusting. He didn’t bother with much of a buildup, unlike the first man. Within no time at all he was plunging his thick member in and out of her, occasionally grunting in pleasure and approval.
Anna, meanwhile, was on her 6th orgasm. She’d already had 4 during the other man’s session, and another when the second man hilted himself inside her. In no time at all the second man was burying himself inside her, another thick load of cum filling her needy asshole, before he was pulling himself out with a satisfied chuckle.
Her ass remained pressed against the hole as she panted, the men recovering themselves as she tried to regain her sanity.
“Don’t get that often.” The second man grins.
“Nope, hope she comes round here again.” The first agrees.
“Better than Candice?”
“Waaaay better than Candice… And my wife.” He gave a hearty chuckle. The footsteps faded as the men headed out of the room, their conversation continuing. It didn’t take long before they were totally off of the buttslut as a topic of conversation, leaving Anna in the stall, used and satisfied. It was almost like they hadn’t just totally flooded the asshole of a total stranger.
Slowly, the girl wiggled away from the wall. With shakey hands she grabbed her hoodie and slipped it back on, also slipping her backpack over her shoulder. Cum leaked from her butt as she quickly strode out of the bathroom and left the bar in what had to be record time. She *knew* that the men who just fucked her were no doubt watching. *Why did that make her feel even better…*
The next work week couldn’t pass quick enough. On Saturday she was back in the bar’s bathroom, skirt hiked up around her waist while a stranger’s cock pumped a load inside her. She came back the next weekend and the weekend after that, never satisfied. As her desire for more grew, so did her popularity. Word spread around about the new buttslut behind the hole in the wall at *The Hole in the Wall.* As such, while she slowly craved more, she was given more. Before long there were queues for her services every Saturday, eager to pump her full. They never saw her face though, always maintaining a surprising degree of respect to their local buttslut. Or at least, the kind of respect she wanted.
Sometimes there would be tips, but it wasn’t the reason she was here. As she was pounded roughly, her ass jiggling in time with the thrusts of some strange man, she gasped and moaned softly to herself. Her hands gripped at whatever they could find.
“Fill meeeee…~”
Source: reddit.com/r/Erotica/comments/l8qog9/that_shy_girl_next_doortype_at_work_shes_a
Both the parts are really good. I hope to see a third soon!