Dear Glory

16. Glory’s Hole

Chapter 16

Glory’s Hole

GLORY

I ’m doomed…

I’m utterly and completely doomed as I lay awake in bed with the pillow still between Sir and me, though it’s not like he cares since he seems to be sleeping so soundly. Honestly, it’s as if this depraved man has not one care in the entire damn world even though he riddled me with every issue known to man.

I look around the room and see that as per usual there’s only Fabian and Lawrence standing at the door at attention in the inside but I saw that they are not his only guards, but the main guards whom he goes around with and he has plenty of staff and people to protect him around his person.

Moving the pillow, I scooch over next to him, glaring at his inconsiderate slumber.

“How can you sleep so deeply when you got me feeling like this?” I groan even though he clearly isn’t listening. Frustrated, I poke his cheek, causing him to groan and swat my hand away as if a gnat was bothering him, making me chuckle and sigh. How can someone so immoral be so damn fine?

I roll over onto my back, frustrated and tired of looking at him. It’s so unfair… God why did you put me in the presence of someone who would make me stray so far from you?

I was so close to living the life I’d dreamed of, even if it wasn’t perfect. But now… now all I desire is this man sleeping next to me. Ugh, I must be out of my mind. Everything I worked so hard for is now contingent on me leaving this man’s side, but the thought makes my stomach dip and my pussy dry. How can I go back to life without him?

I turn on my side and stare at his gorgeous face, blemish free aside from a few freckles along his nose. When he’s sleeping like this, he looks so innocent. One would never assume he would be up to such licentiousthings while awake.

I swallow, throat feeling dry when I think of the tub incident and what he did… even though I’m not hungry, my stomach knots up as if needed something to fill it. When did I get like this? It was when I met him… he made me like this! Sitting up in bed, I take him in with a greed and pervasive thought I never knew I possessed.

The first couple of days that I was here, I just did as I was told, and things went smoothly, but it’s always at night when an unyielding yearning takes over me, and I have to take long showers to keep my hands to myself. I was doing so well until that moment in the tub! I did all of that talking at Bunny and Wolf’s house about how I would never do stuff like that again, but every night the pressure gets worse. Tonight, in particular, my body feels so sweltering, and my pussy keeps clenching and spasming to the point I feel my wetness dripping down my ass and onto the sheets. I want him…

Heart racing, I gulp down the excessive saliva pooling in my mouth and look away from him. I shouldn’t be feeling this way, but I am. I want to stop it, but it won’t. For him, my body is a conundrum, my mind is in shambles, and my pussy quakes. I need him…

It’s wrong… God, I know it’s wrong, but he stirs me up and has basically obliterated nearly everything I’ve stood on business about. This man knows just how much he tugs at me.

I know I should leave him alone, yet here the hell I am laying up with a married white man, who has children and strange inclinations in the bedroom!

He’s the very thing I should have steered clear of, yet he’s the very thing I desire… and I’m ashamed to admit, even more than salvation. This sinful man and all the erroneous deeds he’s committed upon and against me have broken my will to live ordinary and clean.

“Sir…” I whine, clutching my stomach, pussy throbbing uncontrollably. “Help…” I cry silently into the night, wondering where this onslaught of emotions and carnality came from. I was just fine a second ago. He stirs in bed and excitement soars over me, thinking he’s awake but he only winds up scratching his chest before he tucks his arms behind his head, falling back to sleep.

Disappointment washes over me and tears flood my eyes as a sudden and scary realization comes over me. I should have known Sir wouldn’t wake up. He sleeps so deeply that when I get up and out of bed, he remains asleep. I once even heard the staff downstairs make a ruckus and he still slept through it. Ugh… just my luck! Right when I want him to wake up, he’s knocked out and more than likely won’t open his eyes even one peep until the morning.

This man! This man has ruined me! Every day seems to bring forth new discoveries about myself that I didn’t want to address. Every day this man breaks and puts me back together in a way that only suits him, and even though he warned me, I hate that it’s so damn good. I’ve gotten addicted … I should have known better!

I run my hands through my hair, feeling thirsty when I glance back at Sir to see his mouth is slightly open and a tiny bit of saliva pools at the edge of his mouth. My parched throat longs for something to coat it, but before I can think further, I lean over and lick it up, humming at how sweet he tastes.

Sitting back up, I roll back over, squeezing my legs tight, but my pussy throbs like it has its own heartbeat. I want more . Just a little bit more… I won’t wake him up. God forbid he ever finds out how much he’s making me suffer. He’ll more than likely never let me live it down… so just a little bit. Before I can convince myself not to, I throw the covers off me and spin gently in bed to make sure not to wake him before I place a kiss on his lips. Just a small one, but his lips feel so good I can’t help the little whimper that escapes my lips.

Sir always tastes good… I want more!

Gently, I place a small, delicate kiss upon his lips, but I do my best to ensure he doesn’t wake up. Before I know it, my tongue is sliding in his mouth and I’m seeking out his. When I find it, I slurp it into mine, grunting and suckling, pussy so wet my shorts are sticking to me. More…

I need to take them off.

I don’t even think twice about it before ridding myself of the shorts and continuing sucking his tongue, getting on all fours when my hands gravitate down my sopping wet pussy and I can’t stop myself from squeezing my clit and shoving two fingers inside, whimpering.

“Yesssss,” I breathe against his lips, rocking my hips against my finger greedily. It’s not enough!

Delirious, I pull down the sheets and my head goes foggy when I see that Sir has nothing on but a pair of boxers… should I?

I close my eyes tight, mulling over my thoughts, but there is no point when my body acts on its own. I fish the enormous thing from its prison and God is my witness, I have to stare at it in awe because I have never seen a dick so big. Even though I see it damn near every day, it still shocks me!

“Sir… what are you doing to me?” I groan, mouth watering as I shake my head because there’s no way I’m thinking about doing what the hell I’m about to do! But I am… and there is no preparation for it. I simply lean over and kiss the tip, but my eyes widen when I pull back a slimy tail of pre cum leads from my lips to the tip of his dick, causing me to shudder and lick my lips.

“Oh God… help me.” I sway in the bed, pussy leaking, unable to handle the strong pull of temptation any longer. I lean forward and lick it off, eyes rolling to the back of my head when I engulf the tip of his fat dick and slide it down all the way to the back of my throat. Yes!

I quietly slurp and suckle his dick, electing small grunts and knitted brow from Sir that spur me to throat him down further, gulping the delicious pre-cum while my fingers seek refuge in my pussy, sloshing around trying to go deeper but they can’t. It’s not enough… but I knew that… ever since Sir plundered my walls and reached into new depths, there’s no way my fingers would ever be enough. More!

Mouth coated in drool and cum, I sit back shaking and breathing hard, so turned on I feel like I’m seeing stars and it’s all his fault! He’s the one who turned me into this, so it’s only right that he’s the one to fix this.

I can’t fully comprehend my thoughts, but to me it feels wholly rational to hop on what’s mine and take what I want. To me, it feels completely sane to line my dripping wet pussy with his saliva and cum soaked dick and ease down into it as he sleeps.

A huge smile takes over my face when I feel the tip of his dick sink into me. The sigh of relief that comes from me is unlike anything I can describe. As Sir fills my belly, I sink further into oblivion with every inch I take.

What’s even more baffling to me is that even though my pussy is soaked and so is his dick, I’m still having trouble taking him in. Sir is so big I don’t think I’ll ever get used to him, but as I seat myself on him, I place my hands on his chest and just take the feel of him in. YES!

My insides tremble and my juices flow from me. I feel so good I don’t even have to move. I know if I sit right here I’ll cum, but I have to move! I have to take what I want while I can because, in the morning, he’s going to be in control. I won’t stand a chance of getting a word in, so I lift up and brace myself on the bed as I slide down, biting my lip hard to keep from moaning too loud.

“…ugn… ah!” I pant, sliding up and down, blanketing his shaft in my thick cream. “Oooo,” I swirl my hips, hitting that spot all while staring at his knitting brows and curled lip as he grunts.

“Glory,” he whispers in his sleep, making me lose my balance and trip, slamming down hard.

“H-holy f-fuckkk…” I bite down on my cheeks, stammering, cumming forcefully as squirts shoot from me and onto his lips. Without hesitation, I lean over, grinding my hips on his dick, and licking up my juice, groaning when I hear someone clear their throat behind me.

Oh God! I forgot about them…

I sit up, afraid to turn around to show my mortification. How could I forget about them?! I’m such an idiot, but it’s too late to stop or care now. I want more of Sir, and they can see all they want. I bet they think that now that I’m made aware of their presence I’ll stop… but no. Sir feels so good, I grind down hard, moaning louder, lulling my head back in the night, riding him vigorously.

If he were up he’d be sucking my nipples or… maybe he’d have Fabian join and run his tongue over the harden b— No! I say that, but the thought has me groaning harder… or maybe Lawrence would bend me over and eat my a?—

“Sh-it, no!” I pant, pussy gushing and clenching tight, whimpering.

I hear one of them make a strangled sound behind me, followed by someone smacking the other, probably in warning for them to keep quiet. I’m unsure which of them did it, but their actions make me look back and I see both of them facing forward as usual.

I watch them quietly, heart beating so hard it’s a wonder how I’m even still alive, but from the excitement and fear flowing, I spin on Sir and ride reverse cowgirl, facing them.

I see Lawrence shift uncomfortably as Fabian cracks his neck, both seeming ill at ease. I don’t know what got into me, but I lick my lips and slowly circle my hips on Sir’s dick, moaning a bit louder as the sloshing from our combined wetness creates a nasty squelching sound and our smell permeates the entire room.

“Fuck yes, Sir,” I throw my head back, bouncing on his dick, but I raise it and open my eyes to see Fabian swallow hard and grab his dick as Lawrence rubs the back of his neck, sweating. “Ugn!” I moan louder when I feel Sir grow bigger inside of me. “Y-you feel so good!” I choke out, grabbing my breast hard. I pinch my nipples, whining and hardly able to take anymore when my pussy clenches on him, ready to cum when I feel large hands grip my ass and slam me down forcibly, causing me to fall forward on my face and look at back at him, shocked that he’s actually awake!

“SIR, I’M SOR?—”

“You what, you nasty little bitch?” He snatches me up, pounding into me violently. “You fucked me on you own while I was asleep, or you put on a show for your bodyguards while using me as your personal dildo? Which are you apologizing for, Glorious?” He slams me down, making me scream.

“B-BOTH SIR! AAAAHHHHH, I’M SORRY! I’M SORRY!” I shout at the top of my lungs but he laughs sinisterly and pounds into my pussy harder.

“You’re not sorry. You’re just filthy little whore who loves dick and pussy so much you’ll seduce whoever to get it, huh? Say it! Say you’re a little slut who likes dick!”

“I… I’m a l-little sl— Ughnnn! Sir, I’m sorry!” I whine, but he smacks my ass hard, leaving a searing hot handprint.

“SAY IT!”

“I’m… I’m a l-little slut wh-who likes UGHHHHNNN DICK!”

“That’s right!” He smacks my ass once more, harder and in the same spot, making me scream out. “Say it again!”

“I-I’M A L-LITTLE SLUT THAT LIKES DICK!”

“Aye, that’s Sir’s nasty little bitch,” he grunts and slows down, grinding his dick in my insides squeezing me tight. “Fuck, you’re driving me fucking crazy!” He spins me around and latches onto my nipple, sucking hard before pulling out of me and jerking as he shoots his load all over me, cumming hard on my stomach, both my titties, my mouth, and pussy as if marking his territory. “Shite, too good! Show Sir that slutty pussy of yours.” He kisses me gently and I lean back and spread my pussy for him so as not to get punished again. “It’s so pretty…” He leans down to kiss it.

When I don’t say anything, he glares at me.

“What do you say when Sir gives you a compliment?” he growls.

“Th-thank you, Sir.”

“For what?”

“F-for s-saying m-my p-pussy is p-pretty.”

“No, I said your slutty pussy is pretty.” My pussy gushes cream at hearing him speak so disparagingly to me, but I’m not sure why. It’s just like in the tub… I’ve never had a man call me a slut before, and I probably would have slapped them if they had, then told my father, but when Sir does it…

“Thank you for s-saying m-my slutty pussy is pretty.”

“Good girl. Now turn around.” I try to flip on my tummy, but he spins me to where my legs are facing the door, lying on my back. “Spread your slutty pussy again, Glorious…”

I open my mouth to protest, but think better of it. I don’t want to be punished, plus I want to make Sir happy, so I bend my legs at the knees and spread my pussy again, but this time it feels different…

The air caresses my clit and my pussy hole clenches tightly around nothing, begging for something…

“Ask them if your slutty pussy is pretty, Glorious,” he demands, and my body jolts.

“SIR! I?—”

“Don’t make me repeat myself, Glorious,” he growls and I peek up to see Lawrence and Fabian still facing forward, thankfully not looking this way, which gives me the courage.

“I… is m-my sl-slutty p-pussy pretty?” I whisper, hoping they don’t hear me.

“Well? Is it?” Sir questions.

“It’s pretty, Mr. O’Hara, Sir!” they speak in unison

“How pretty is this slut’s pussy?” Sir hooks three fingers into me, swirling them around, dick dripping cum.

“UGHHH!”

“It’s beautiful Mr. O’Hara, Sir!” they voice cohesively.

“Oh?” He pulls his hand from me, immediately inserting them into his mouth and sucking them.

“I agree. My Glorious slut has the best pussy.” He pats it with his wet hand.

“Go on, Glorious. Thank them for the compliment.”

“Th… thank you for s-saying my slutty p-pussy is beautiful,” I dizzyingly get out, feeling high.

“So, I have a question… which one of you son of bitches wants to try this slut’s pussy?” Oh! Cream gushes from me at his words and goosebumps travel up my skin. Huh?!

When neither of them says anything, Sir chuckles and shoves his hand inside me again, thrusting in and out, making nasty sloshing sounds.

“LET ME ASK A-FUCKING-GAIN! WHICH ONE OF YOU BASTARDS HAS BEEN COVETING MY BITCH’S SLUTTY PUSSY?!” he shouts, and Fabian twitches in the dark, hesitating before turning to us and bowing his head.

“My apologies Mr. O’Hara, Sir!”

“I knew it! And you, Lawrence?” he growls, narrowing his eyes and grasping my face, slipping his fingers coated in my cream into my mouth where I suckle them greedily. “This is where I see your eyes go… you’re dying to shove your dick down my bitch’s throat,” he laughs manically and Lawrence turns, bowing as Fabian did.

“I have wronged you Mr. O’Hara!”

The room goes quiet, no one daring to say a word. I’d just been teasing them and they have been coveting me… we have all royally fucked up. I should have known better. Just because he liked playing with the Puppy and Kangaroo doesn’t mean everyone was fair game. I got too greedy an ? —

“Well, what the fuck are you waiting for? Ask Fabian to fuck your slutty pussy.” I’m not on planet earth right now… I’m on the moon floating. I have to be .

“F-Fabian… fuck th-this slutty pussy,” I whimper. To my surprise, he doesn’t hesitate but stands at attention, pulls of his shirt and undoes his slacks, pulling out… good lord. What the fuck is that?! He yanks me to the edge of the bed and gives a sexy ass white-toothed smile, stopping my heart.

“My Pleasure, Ms. Glory,” he tells me as he lines himself up with my center.

“N-no! Wait!” I try to run away, but Fabian wraps his big linebacker hands around the back of my neck and hold me tight, smashing my titties against his silky-smooth chest.

“Shh, it’ll only hurt a little,” he grunts, slamming into me.

“AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!! SIIIIIRRRRR!! HELLLLPPPP!” I scream as cum tries to spill from my overstuffed pussy, but Fabian is so big there’s not a single crevice for it to escape.

“Fuck.” He grabs my ass in a tight grip that spreads it as he lifts me up, causing me to shudder and cum again when he slams me down, causing my pussy to make an ungodly noise as air flows out. “FUCK YEAH!” he growls, latching onto my cum-drizzled nipple and suckling hard, playing with the slimy bud, fucking me like a man who’d never had pussy a day in his life.

“SSSSIIIIIIIIRRRR!” I scratch at Fabian’s back, shaking. I catch a glimpse of the madness in Sir’s eyes as he cocks his head to the side, watching intently.

“It seems my glorious little slut needs another one of her holes stuffed,” he smirks and Lawrence, with the same vigor, strips half-way and comes over to me. With eyes I’ve never seen him have towards me, he pumps his dick while grasping my face.

“Fuck, I’ve wanted to stuff this mouth full of dick for a while,” he groans and thumps his length against my lips, rubbing Sir’s cum over the tip of his dick with a grin. “Open up like a good wee lass, aye,” he demands, but the groan he lets out has me listening to every word. “Suck it like you sucked Mr. O’Hara’s earlier…” He grasps my head with a viciousness I don’t expect and thrusts forward into my throat, throwing his head back with a deep guttural moan. “Aye! Even better than feckin’ expected!”

While my pussy is being ravished and my throat torn to shreds I can’t even think. I can only feel them, and even though he isn’t touching me, I can feel Sir’s hard gaze on me. I feel him focus on how hard I suck Lawrence’s dick and zero in on how tightly my pussy grips Fabian. I can feel Sir’s pleasure at how much of a good job I’m doing, and that thought alone has me sputtering about to cum, but as good as it feels I need more… I want Sir! I need Si ? —

“Shiiiiittttteeeee!” I hear behind me, feeling my ass cheeks spread apart, and something warm and slimy slide down my ass and onto my asshole. “Bloody feckin’ ’ell, Glorious, yu take dick so good. Sir’s so feckin’ proud o’ yu!” I hear him coax behind me and feel his hand this time gently smack my ass before I leap forward unexpectedly when I feel something slide into my asshole.

“UGHNNNNGGAAAHH AAAHHHHHGGGNNNN!” I gag, trying to speak, but it’s no use. What is happening?! What is ? —

“Yu take dick so feckin’ good in all holes, but I’ve never seen it in this… this one… this hole is mine an’ only belongs to me. No one has ever been inside an’ yu know what? I never thought of myself as a selfish person. My motto has always been sharin’ is carin’… but this hole… this glory hole is mine an’ mine alone!” He fingers it and I choke, screaming, overwhelmed as he plays with and stretches my ass, making me roll my eyes to the back of my head, losing my mind as I cum.

But that doesn’t stop either Lawrence or Fabian from fucking me. In fact, it seems like it spurs them on to demolish me further as Sir spreads my ass and I hear what sounds like him spitting loudly. Soon, I feel his impossible thickness slowly enter my ass, causing me to tremble violently.

I feel like my body is vibrating on a Richter scale of one hundred…

OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! I’M GOING TO DIE! I’M GOING TO DIE! I’M GOING TO DIE! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! I’M GOING TO DIE! I’M GOING TO DIE! I’M GOING TO DIE! OH GOD! OH GOD! OH GOD! I’M GOING TO DIE! I’M GOING TO DIE! I’M GOING TO DIE!

The pain is unlike anything I’ve felt before. Maybe it’s because Fabian is inside of me and his dick is huge and girthy while Sir’s is just as girthy along with a bit more length… having them both fight for space even if it’s two different holes has tears streaming down my eyes. Meanwhile, Lawrence, who’s dick is so long that if he enters to the hilt he’ll be deep down my throat, smiles excitedly at my tears, making me tremble.

I’m feel dizzy… is it normal to feel this much intense pain and pleasure? It can’t be!

“Hold on, Glorious! Sir’s almost there. Yer takin’ me dick so good. It’s… feckin’ bloody hell yer so tight,” he grits out. “Shit yeah, there it is Glory. Sir’s got this tight lit’l arse stretched so wide and even though it’s yer arse, it’s creamin’ so nicely.” He pulls out gently and my breath seizes when he slams into me, causing me to fall forward onto Fabian’s big sweaty chest, screaming. At least I thought I screamed, but I don’t know…

I can’t tell up from down, left from… what the hell is the other direction, again? Nothing makes sense and I stop trying to make it make sense. Right now, I only exist for Sir’s pleasure. My body relaxes and my mind calms as I float into a space I’ve never been.

My body feels light and free as they tug, pull, and use me at their own discretion. Their grunts echo beautifully in my ears. I have not a care in the world, no problems exist here. It’s just me, Sir, Lawrence, and Fabian…

At some point in my happy place, my body climbs a height akin to a fever pitch and burns like lava teetering on the point of eruption. I try to stop it but I can’t… nothing can stamp this rupture… nothing can halt this unrest. My hearing goes out and I lose grip on reality as pleasure sends shock waves like lightning bolts to every cell in my being.

I can’t see… my vision goes black, and no air enters my lungs. I’m on an island, free-falling in the dark.

“Cum for me, Glory,” I hear, and every ounce of juice filters from my body. They pump me full of theirs as if trading, but I’m so full I can’t hold all of it.

My mouth, my pussy, and my ass… as they pull from me, I seize uncontrollably on the bed, lucidly spinning like I’ve taken the purest form of crystal meth on the street, though I’ve never done drugs in my life. I want Sir! I miss Sir!

“….RY…. ORY! I…. H…ER….! SIR … HERE! …. OOD… O…” I feel like I’m floating as my body lay limp, dangling somewhere. “Sir… here Glory… Go… job… Sir is pro…” Even though I can’t hear… I can’t hear well, but I feel him… and just knowing he’s here is enough for me. I stop fighting this delicious torment upon my body, shattering into a million pieces.