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2:29 Glory Hole!!!

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Well what a night I had at the film premiere!!! I’d never heard of John Dillinger before so I Googled him and swotted-up. Going as ‘the lady in red’ was a no-brainer really! Unfortunately all my red dresses are so short even a gangster’s moll wouldn’t be seen out in ‘em so I skived off work and trawled the charity shops until I managed to find a red cocktail dress for the princely sum of £5.

At least I could wear some of my favourite red underwear so on went a lacy basque and panties before I slid on sheer black nylon stockings with a red seam up the back. The dress was knee length but did have a split up the side and showed rather a lot of thigh when I sat down to put on my red suede court shoes. They have pointy toes and the thinnest of stiletto heels (there’s a pic of me sitting on the loo wearing them – sorry about the loo!).

So we went to a pub first and then onto the cinema and the film was flippin’ amazing – Christian Bale is just sooooo hot!!! When we came out, it was only 11pm so we headed to one of the livelier pubs with a group of guys who’d been at the movie. My target detection system was working full swing and I soon homed in on my guy. Big, blond and hunky, wearing a pin stripe suit and a snap-brim trilby! We sat at a quiet corner of the bar and he made some comment about my ankle chain - so I hoisted my legs over his knees so he could get a good look. There was a bit of ‘hemline accident’ as I showed him my skimpy panties and my cock – which was starting to follow my ‘hunk radar’. When I finally got my thighs covered, he was lifting the little gold hearts and teddy bears dangling from my chain and watching the light sparkle off them with a look of awe on his face. I arched one foot and saw the front of his trousers stir, then I slid me heel out from my shoe and the material bulged. When I finally dangled my red stiletto from my toes - there was a positive commotion going on in his trousers!!!

He didn’t say much, but he must have liked me ‘cos he took his hat off and put in on my head at a jaunty angle, as he ran his fingers under my arch, probing until he was groping the underside of my toes. Boy! Was I squirming with pleasure! Zahra took the hat from her guy and pretty soon all four of us had matching trilbys. My guy and I had matching hard-ons as well and I removed my legs from his knees, much to his disappointment, but we were at the bar and Lou was looking disapprovingly at me. Instead I bent forward to kiss him, which covered the fact I was running one scarlet fingernail up and down his zip – feeling the material bulge and push against the restraint. Suddenly one of his hands shot up my dress and did its best to release my cock from its little red satin nest. It was getting way too heavy for a public bar so I whispered in his ear and he nodded and slid off the stool. I did the same and noticed I’d left a snail-trail of precum on the black leather - but had to leave it as a little surprise for the next occupant - as blond hunk led me off to the toilets. We entered the Gents (It’s a tranny advantage that you can take your pick of ladies or gents!!!) as Stas and her guy were leaving, with him fastening his trousers and her smoothing her skirt down. The end two cubicles were vacant, as I guessed they would be, and we took one each and closed the doors.

The Glory Hole had a rim of fresh cum, which was oozing languidly down the wall, evidence that Stas and her guy had enjoyed themselves. As usual there was no bloody toilet paper so I wiped off the jizz with the hem of my dress. (You seriously didn’t think I was going to lick it off did you?) A second later a cock, that looked as if it had been carved from solid marble, slid through the hole and I forgot about getting spunk on a second dress in four days! I squatted down, wedging myself against the toilet as I ran my tongue along his throbbing shaft. I was off balance but the loo was filthy and I wasn’t going to put my hands on it - so I wriggled about until I was holding onto the empty loo roll holder – never letting go of his magnificent hard-on. Then the impossible happened and his thick purple glans swelled inside my throat and I almost choked.

“Your shoes are beautiful”

His voice was husky with desire and I looked down to see that the toes of my red shoes were poking under the partition wall into his cubicle and sight had made him swell to bursting point. I slid my feet as far as they would go and he groaned and his cock twitched in my mouth. I arched my feet, sliding my heels from my shoes and he gasped and pushed harder against the wall which, was by now creaking and threatening to collapse on top of me at any time.

“I want to see the whole of your shoes.”

I hesitated, and his stiffness began to fade.

“Please!!!”

Now I’m a softy for a polite guy - so I took his cock in one hand – I wasn’t letting go of this hunk of beef I can tell you – and sat down in an undignified huddle on a piss-stained floor with my dress rucked up to the top of my thighs. Then I slid both legs right under the wall until they jammed under the wood half way up my thighs. (Note to self: More work in gym required to remove excess adipose tissue from upper leg area).

His cock immediately stiffened again and I lunged for it – but it was on a level with the top of my head and I couldn’t reach. Frustrated, I jammed my arms under my butt and hoisted myself up the extra inches and closed my red glossy lips around his magnificent erection. Now I could do what I do best! I hoped he wouldn’t last too long as my arms started to tremble and the wall began to cut off the circulation, making my legs numb. My prayers were soon answered as I felt his cock jerk and twitch in my mouth and the smooth tip swelled and I prepared to take his cum right into my throat. I closed my eyes – then suddenly I was sucking on thin air – my tongue slid around the hole looking for him – I wanted him so bad I didn’t care how many other guy’s DNA I was lapping up.

Then I felt his hands push my feet together, then force the heels inwards towards each other. I watched him through the hole as he concentrated on preparing his target. As his fingers pulled my shoes away from my arches he grunted in ecstasy and shot his hot load inside first one shoe then the other, filling them with jet after jet of glorious cum! It flowed under my insteps and, mewing in pleasure, I wiggled my toes to help it on its way. That was the most fantastic shoe job and I knew I’d have the stickiest toes in the whole, wide world! Peeking through the Glory Hole, I saw my hunky lover was standing, his cock slowly deflating. I watched him as he started to fasten his zip – then he hesitated and I thought: ‘Typical guy! – cums over a gals shoes then needs a piss!’

But, as my eyes widened with realisation, he turned away from the toilet and, before I could move, directed a stream of hot pee over my legs. I squealed – little caring that the cubicle behind me was by now occupied, and flopped onto my butt. However my legs were so numb that they wouldn’t move and I was forced to sit there while he soaked my stockings and shoes, squirting more of it along the tiled floor so it shot up my dress and soaked my panties. Only when I heard him fasten his zip did I drag each trembling leg back under the wall and sprawl on the floor in a soggy, quivering, heap. His door opened and he walked past my cubicle without even a ‘thank you Ma’am!’

I was not even going to contemplate going back into the bar as I smelled like the floor of a monkey’s cage. However, the only way out was through the crowd, so I straightened my hair in the mirror, put on a fresh coat of lippy, glared at a guy who tutted at me for invading this male bastion, and squelched my way into the bar. Nobody noticed the girl in the red dress as she weaved her way to the door – although a few noses wrinkled in my wake! I had finally reached the threshold and felt the warm night air on my wet legs when Lou’s voice cut through the hubbub:

“Been on the piss again Melanie?”

I didn’t dare catch a taxi home as I’d surely be arrested for vagrancy. So I tottered my way through the dark streets with, cum squishing between my toes and my wet stockings clinging to my legs. When I got home, Hoover took one sniff of my feet and turned away. I smelled so bad even the frickin’ dog wouldn’t come near me! As I squelched past the hall mirror on my way to the shower I caught a glimpse of myself.

At least I got to keep the hat!!!

Postscript: I think that guy ruined my frickin’ shoes as the piss and cum soaked right through the suede. I’ve posted a pic of ‘em. If anyone knows how I can get them clean I’d be glad to hear.




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