“I can’t believe you talked me into something like this,” Rarity groaned.
“What?! It’s super fun!” Pinkie retorted.
“Letting random men use my…my…lady parts for their own sexual gratification is hardly something I’d call ‘fun’!”
Rarity was currently driving, it was a Friday night, so it was not unusual for them to be out with their friends. In this case, Rarity had to lie to her parents that she was hanging out with them, well, technically it was not exactly a lie. She was hanging out with one of them, Pinkie Pie to be exact. Both girls had told their parents that they were having a little slumber party for the two of them, only Rarity told her parents she was staying over at Pinkie’s, and vice versa for Pinkie.
Rarity pulled up to the back of this bar that was aptly named, “The Hole in A Wall”. It was a rather big facility to say the least. An obvious combination bar and brothel that was quite packed, at least from what Rarity could tell when they drove around the front. Her mother let her drink some, but only if she was home where she could keep an eye on her. It was a reasonable concession, as far as she was concerned.
She could feel sophisticated in her room, with some cheese, crackers, and a glass of wine. But this was not to her tastes, this place was the kind of establishment that had beer on tap, whisky, lagers, sake bombs, and probably other party boozes. But that was not her main concern, oh no, it was what this establishment offered as part of its business. You see, this place was outside of the city limits, which allowed it to have legal prostitution.
The state itself had legalized prostitution about when she entered her freshman year of high school and has been around for almost four years now. The rules being that brothels could crop up outside of major metropolitan city limits, Rarity vaguely remembered some of the community and others raising Cain about it. Arguing to the city that it would corrupt their children, making them think that selling their bodies for money was okay.
Oh, if mother could see me right now…
When Rarity pulled around back, she noticed that it was surrounded by a twelve-foot-high fence, with cameras mounted at different posts that rotated ever so often. There as a guard at the fence, and once he saw them, the guard pressed a button and made the gate slide back and allow them entry. Once inside, the gate closed behind them, and Rarity found a parking spot where she turned off her car and sighed as she looked at the building.
“Rarity, I’ve checked this place out, and it’s completely, one hundred percent, legal, safe, and anonymous!” Pinkie stated.
“How exactly is it anonymous? If the men are to engage in intercourse with us, I’m pretty sure that requires them to see all of me.”
Pinkie smirked. “That’s ‘cause this place only does full body gloryholes.”
Rarity blinked. “I beg your pardon?”
“You know, gloryholes, where a guy–!”
“I know what a gloryhole is, thank you!” Rarity interrupted as her cheeks blushed red. “I don’t understand the ‘full body’ part, Darling.”
“Oh, well, you know how some seedy places have bathroom stalls with holes punched into them. This place has rooms where you lay down and shove the lower half of your body out through a hole. The guys on the other end never get to see you, and they get to have a bit more fun with a little more view instead of just imagining what’s behind the hole,” she explained.
Rarity was not sure she liked that either, it was one thing if she had to be seen and felt up by some rando guy in front of her but leaving her lower half vulnerable to some rando that she could not see behind a wall, free to do with her what he wanted, made her feel more uncomfortable.
“Pinkie…I’m still not sure about this…W-What’s to stop those ruffians from doing something to us?! How do we know that they won’t harm us?! We’re essentially leaving our most private parts unguarded, they could mutilate us, abuse us, anything!”
The party girl could tell her friend was worried about this, so she patted her on the shoulder and said, “Rarity, would I ever suggest something that was dangerous or that could hurt you, me, or any of the girls?”
Rarity glanced at her friend and replied, “Well…no…no you wouldn’t. But, Pinkie, this is different.”
“Rarity, this isn’t my first time here. I’ve been here almost every weekend since I turned eighteen, soooo…for the last six months now. And I haven’t been hurt or abused in anyway. They’re really good about making sure the girls who come here have just as much fun as the guys do, and that no one gets hurt,” Pinkie promised.
Rarity was still skeptical about the whole thing. She only turned eighteen last month and was looking to get some quick cash for some materials she needed for an upcoming fashion show she wanted to enter. The money she saved up from her part time job only covered the bare minimum of what she needed, and Rarity did not want to have to go asking her parents for it. Mostly out of a sense of pride.
Pinkie was the one who suggested this, and when she mentioned the amount of money she made during just one night, it nearly made her faint onto her fainting couch. Just two nights of this and Rarity could get all the materials she needed, plus some extra to splurge on herself or set aside just in case something went wrong.
“C’mon, Rarity, let’s just go in. Let me show you around and you’ll see that you don’t have to worry about a thing,” Pinkie assured.
Rarity looked out through her window, her eyes drifted to the backdoor entrance where multiple girls came in and out, some were either her age, a couple years older, or in their thirties or late thirties. None of them looked harmed, in fact, most of them were smiling, smirking, and some were laughing with their “coworkers”. The back was secure as well with the high fence and cameras. They did seem to take security for the girls seriously, at least outside.
“Okay…but if I don’t feel comfortable, I’m coming back out and waiting in the car,” said Rarity.
“Okie-dokie-loki!”
Pinkie Pie led Rarity through the back door and Rarity eyes widened, the place was big, but it looked bigger on the inside. Rarity had heard loud music being played that reached the outside, but once in the back all of that was gone. A small, dull thud could be heard, but it was negligible. There was a lobby area where the girls who came in mingled with each other, there was a bar there that served drinks, and not just alcoholic ones from the looks of it. There was a window that she saw some of the girls go to, and from there, another woman on the other side of the window was counting money and then giving it to the “working girl” at the window before moving onto the next one.
To Rarity’s right was a long hallway that had some women who looked like body builders. On their black shirts were the embroidered words, “Security”, and each of them had an earpiece. They seemed to be keenly watching the doors in front of them, more specifically a dull red cone that was affixed above the door. But what surprised Rarity the most was that there was not a single male worker back here.
“There aren’t any men back here?” Rarity asked.
“Nope, only other girls. You see those ones in the black shirts and pants?” Pinkie asked as she pointed in their direction.
“Yes.”
“They stand guard at each of the stalls and watch those redlights. If they start to flash, it means the girl on the other side hit the panic button, telling them that the customer on the other side is doing something that they don’t feel is right. That’s when the male guards on the other side will bust in and get him right out!”
Rarity blinked in surprise. “Oh my, and how many times has that happened?”
“Hmm, not as many times as you’d expect. Just in the time I’ve been here, I’d say that’s happened…hmm…about two or three times,” said Pinkie.
Only that many…and she’s been here at least six months. I guess they do take security seriously, thought Rarity.
“The female guards are here to help us and to make sure no guys try to slip through the hole after the girl leaves the hole. Now what else…? Oh yeah! The stalls are soundproof, so no one has to hear each other’s moaning.”
“I see…can I see one of these stalls?” Rarity asked.
“Of course!” Pinkie Pie looked around and called out, “Hey! Gilda!”
A fairly tall older woman came walking towards them, she had sandy brown colored skin, white hair with violet tipped bangs, and piercing yellow eyes. “S’up, Pinks.”
Rarity gulped at seeing the tall, statuesque woman.
“I brought a friend with me today, she’s newbie, and a little skittish,” said Pinkie. “Think we can get a look at one of the stalls? She wants to see how it all works.”
“Sure, follow me, #58 is not active,” said Gilda.
The three walked down the hallway until Gilda stopped at a stall that read, “Room 58”. Gilda opened the door which had a small set of stairs that led to a drop into the room. The inside was spacious, she thought it would be more claustrophobic, given what its purpose was. There was a table with padded cushions that was built into the wall, to her left was a sofa that she could stretch herself out on, and a wall mounted TV right across from it. There was a minibar set right below the TV as well. To her right was a with a working sink. At the far right corner of the room was something called a “Washing Station”. It looked like a shower, with a drain at the bottom, and a hose-like tube connected to the faucet.
“I’ll give ya the tour,” Gilda said as she entered. “You’re not always going to be lying on this thing, so we provide a minibar, some snacks, water, soda, and some alcohol. You can rest up on that couch, big enough for you to lie down on and sit on comfortably, and you can watch some TV while you do, we get all the streaming platforms, so feel free to que somethin’ up.”
Gilda moved over to the right side of the room.
“This is the utilities area. I’ll start with this part in the corner. It is what is says, a Washing Station. After your done with a customer, you’ll come over here and clean yourself out as much as you can.”
“C-Clean myself out?” Rarity questioned.
Gilda glanced at Pinkie. “You didn’t tell her?”
Pinkie bonked her head. “Oops, I knew I forgot something important!”
Rarity looked back and forth between Gilda and Pinkie. “Tell me what?”
Pinkie cleared her throat and said, “Rarity, um, the customers are allowed to cum inside of us.”
“With a condom, right?” Rarity asked.
Both were silent.
“With a condom, right?” Rarity asked, again.
“Condoms are optional, kid.”
“WHAT?!!” Rarity shouted. “Are you serious?! Optional?! I could get pregnant! Pinkie, please tell me you haven’t let them do that to you?!”
Pinkie blushed.
The fashionista’s eyes widened. “Pinkie what are you thinking?! You can’t just have random men just…just…relieve themselves inside of you! Have you had a pregnancy test?! Oh no, six months, you’d definitely be showing by now, but…did you…you know…?”
Pinkie sighed. “Rarity, no, I haven’t had any abortions, and yes, I’ve let the customers cum inside me several times. An no positive tests.”
Now Rarity was confused. “How?!”
“With this.” Gilda walked over to a tray that was sitting next to the sink. “The latest in contraceptive anti-pregnancy pills. Pop one and you’re unable to get pregnant for a full twenty-four hours. Hell, we have some girls come in just so they can work, pop one, and then have some fun with their boyfriends without worrying about condoms and junk.”
Rarity could not believe this, no wonder they could have such a lucrative business. The patrons would pay through the nose if it meant they did not have to wear a condom and got to ejaculate into the woman they were screwing.
“And what about STDs? Condoms just don’t prevent us from getting pregnant, they also keep us safe from diseases!”
“This thing does it all. Once it dissolves into your blood stream, it creates a kind of…eh…the best way to describe it is a ‘shield’ around your insides, makes it hard for the little buggers to spread, and kills them inside you before they get the chance to spread, does the same thing for any of those guys’ little swimmers, total annihilation.” Gilda explained.
Rarity looked back at Pinkie and nodded. I guess when you’re making as much money as they are, you can pay to get something that’s as good as that.
“Anyway, along with this, you have a bottle of lube, and well, a turkey baster. Just suck some up, put up your hoo-ha, and squirt it in. Some girls need it, some don’t, but if this kinda thing doesn’t get ya wet, it’s better to pretreat. Now as I was saying, you’ll use this hose to clean yourself out, don’t worry, it’s made of soft silicone that won’t scrape your insides.”
Gilda undid the hose and turned the valve, letting the water come out and go down the drain.
“Standard hot and cold. The third valve changes the pressure, push it further to the right and it increases the spray power.” Gilda demonstrated by pushing the valve halfway, making the hose release a semi-strong stream of water. “You’ll use this for both your holes. And yes, while strapped in, our customers are allowed to conduct vaginal and anal. So, again, my advice, lube up both your holes.”
Rarity’s anus clenched at the thought of someone violating her there.
“Now we move onto the crown jewel of THAW, the hole.”
Rarity looked at the apparatus, and she had to admit it was not quite what she expected it to be. In her mind she saw a crudely cut out hole in the wall, but this was different. Inside the hole were these five, blue, airbag looking devices, on the right side of the table was a red button, and at the top of the table was another red button, which confused her.
“So, here’s how it goes. Before you start anything, you’ll pop one of those pills in front of me, and I’ll time you after. It takes about five minutes to kick in, but we always give a one-minute buffer, so six minutes. Once that time has passed, one of the security personnel will knock three times on the door to tell you that you’re active. From here, you can either take off all your clothes, or just your bottom stuff. Or if you don’t mind your panties or pantyhose getting ripped or taken off, you can keep them on for the customer to take off.”
Rarity balked. “You just let them ruin our undergarments?!”
“So long as it’s nothin’ expensive or anything you’ll miss, yeah.”
“Some the girls here just buy cheapy panties and hose to wear so that the customers can either rip them apart, take them off us, or take them with them as a souvenir.” Pinkie opened her small backpack and showed several pairs of cotton panties. “I always have spares, and when I run out, I just stick my tush out there with nothing on.”
“Or you can just not wear anything down there. It’s up to you,” said Gilda. “Now, go on and look through the hole.”
Rarity carefully approached the hole and looked through it. The other side did not have as much as this side did, and for good reason, the person on that side of the hole was only there to do one thing, no need for anything else. The other side was about half as big as this side and featured the same small drop off. There was also fold out tray on the wall that had an assortment of condoms and lube.
“There’s no table on that side, so you’ll just be dangling off, but you’ll have plenty of room to spread your legs in either direction. These airbag looking things will inflate and hold you in place and make it hard for the guy on the other end to see you. They also give you enough wiggle room to flip around onto your stomach. You see that box up there?”
Gilda pointed to two boxes with lights on them on mounted to the left of the hole, and one mounted right across from it. The one over the hole read, “Stomach”, while the one on the opposite wall read, “Back”.
“Guys have a button that they can push that will tell you if they want you in missionary or doggystyle. The yellow light above the hole is the standby, which means you have about two minutes to get yourself ready and fitted into the hole, and when it turns green, it’s showtime!” Pinkie explained.
Gilda nodded. “Don’t dislodge yourself until the green light is off. A guard on the other side will let the customer out, the room, and lock the door with a key that works for that door only and is always on the guard at all times. Once that’s done, the sign below the light will read ‘Clear’, and you can pull yourself out. You hit the green button to inflate it, and you hit it again to deflate.”
“I see…” Rarity looked at the red buttons. “And those red ones?”
“Panic button. You feel uncomfortable for whatever reason, you hit that, and security will bust in on their side and get the guy out. It doesn’t have to be because they’re doin’ somethin’ bad to you. Some girls just get the jitters when it’s their first time doin’ this kinda thing. I mean, it is a bit scary, not being able to see what they’re doin’ to ya on the other side and only feelin’ it. So, don’t be afraid to do that. We’ll relay that to the guards on the other side, and they’ll get him a new stall.”
Pinkie walked around until she was standing in front of Rarity and held both of her hands in hers. “See, Rarity, they’re serious about keeping everyone who works here safe. We’re just here to have fun! So, what do you say…?”
Rarity looked at Gilda, the hole, and then Pinkie.
“I say…”
“This was the best decision I could’ve ever made, Darling!” Rarity exclaimed as she drove to her, off the books, side job.
Pinkie Pie giggled as Rarity finished reminiscing about her first time coming to THAW. “I know, you were so nervous, but you handled that better than I expected!”
“I’ll admit, having someone have their way with me like that was a bit jarring and scary, but if I did a bit of roleplaying in my head, it made the experience all the more fun,” said Rarity. “Thank you for that tip by the way, Darling.”
“You’re welcome! I always like to think of fun little scenarios when I’m in there. Like being kidnapped by aliens, and I have to be used as a breeder or they’ll, eek!” Pinkie dragged her right index finger over her throat.
Rarity giggled at the Pinkie’s little plot. “Well, it seems that we’re of the same mind in that regard. My favorite go-to is that I’m kidnapped by some scoundrel who uses me for their own gratification.”
“Sexy scenario buddies!” Pinkie exclaimed.
Rarity rolled her eyes, but smiled, nonetheless.
It had been almost three months since she had started coming with Pinkie to THAW, three months of earning so much money she did not know what to do with it most of the time. They had worked out a system with Sunset Shimmer, the girls would say they were hanging out with their friends and convene at Sunset’s home. From there they would head out to The Hole in A Wall, perform their elicit activities, and then come back to Sunset’s home and rest there before they either headed back home the following morning or hung out some more. Of course, they made sure that Sunset was compensated for her role in their charade, giving her a cut of their combined moneys for more or less renting her home. Sunset sure as hell was not complaining, especially since her waitress job as the sushi place was not making her as much money as she hoped, even with the tips.
“You think Sunset might want to join us next time?” Pinkie asked.
“She certainly seemed interested. And don’t tell her I told you this, but for some reason I get the feeling that she may’ve done something like this in order to get by,” said Rarity.
Pinkie gasped. “Rary, are you calling Sunset a slut?!”
Rarity scoffed. “Hardly. If I did, I’d have to call myself one. Since, well…” Rarity blushed. “I’ve actually started to like it.”
Pinkie had a cattish smile on her face. “Tee-hee, I knew it.”
“Honestly, I blame you for corrupting me.”
Rarity eventually arrived at THAW and entered through the back gate. Once on the other side, she and Pinkie left the car and entered the building. It was there that they were greeted by Gilda.
“Heh-Hey, there they are,” said Gilda.
“Hello, Gilda,” Rarity greeted.
“Hi, Gilda!” Pinkie greeted as well.
“We got some more customers now that it’s summer vacation, think you two can handle it?”
Rarity smirked. “I’m willing to have a go at it.”
“The more the merrier!”
Gilda chuckled. “Great, I’m on duty for your stall, Rarity. And Torque is on your stall, Pinks.”
Rarity smiled as she said, “Lucky number fifty-eight. It makes me happy knowing that a strong woman like you is looking after little ol’ me.”
Gilda rolled her eyes. “I may be gay as fuck, but I’m seven years older than you, and I’m not the kinda gal you wanna hook up with.”
“Hmm, well, perhaps I don’t mind a bit of danger,” said Rarity as she began to sashay her way to her predetermined stall.
All the while, Gilda was watching Rarity’s ass in her tight miniskirt, and crop top that hugged her ample bosom. Pinkie Pie slid next to the older woman and said, “You should tap that, I know I want to!”
“Are you always horny, kid?” Gilda asked.
“Yep, doesn’t make it any less true!”
Hondo Flanks was a good father, at least he thought so. He’s raised two beautiful and independent daughters, and one of them is looking like she is on her way to becoming some famous fashion designer. Hondo did not know the first thing about fashion, at all. But if is kid was passionate about it and poured that much time and dedication to it, then she must be doing something right. There was a point that he thought he would have to get another job in order to pay for his oldest daughter’s eventual school fees if she wanted to get into one of those fancy types of fashion schools, like the ones in France or something.
But recently, Rarity had been getting some extra income lately. Rarity explained it as her getting a slight bump in pay from her job at Prim Hemline’s store. Not only was Rarity a fashion genius, but a savvy businesswoman in the making. Words could not describe how proud he was of her, and from the looks of it, his youngest was not too far behind her in making her own way in the world. She had the voice of an angel and could bust out a tune like it was nobody’s business. Jazz, Pop, Rock, Rap, pick a genre and Sweetie Belle could sing it.
Currently, Hondo was out driving, and his destination? Well, his favorite little go to spot, The Hole in A Wall. Now, about halfway into their marriage, his wife, Cookie Crumbles, and himself, had agreed a long time ago to keep their marriage strong, which included their sex lives. So, to ensure their marriage did not get stale in the bedroom, it was agreed upon that sleeping with prostitutes was not considered cheating. As long they came home to each other, shared a bed, and consummate their marriage every once and a while, then no harm no foul. The only condition was that they needed to tell each other if they were going to go and do it or not. Hondo, of course, told Cookie where he was going, and she told him not to be out too late.
Hondo managed to find a parking space in the crowded front of the bar and headed in, squeezing his way through several men and women alike. The inside was spacious, with a “U” shaped bar jutting out from the wall on the left side of the room, a dance floor in the middle, several booths and tables sprawled out evenly about the room, music booming from the speakers overhead, and some flatscreens strategically placed about the area that had different things playing, from news, sports, and other things.
But the crown jewel lied on the other end of the room where at least four burly men in black shirts that read, “Security” were standing guard. Hondo would have a drink, and only one drink, after he had his fun. He made his way past the other patrons and headed through the doors that lead to the “Service Area.” Once through the doors, he saw a row of sixty doors from one end of the hall to the other, and a security guard standing sentry at each one of them, carefully watching the warning lights and the other patrons who walked out of the rooms.
Hondo walked to the teller window off to his left and said, “Hey there.”
“Ah, Mr. Flanks, good to see you again. The usual stall?” the teller asked.
“Yep, lucky number fifty-eight!” Hondo exclaimed.
The employee on the other side rang up the stall, reserving it for Hondo, and after he was presented with money from Hondo.
“I know you know the rules, but I gotta say the disclaimer,” he said.
“Hey, no complaints here, bud, fire away.”
The employee cleared his throat and began his memorized disclaimer. “You have one hour with your assigned worker. Please do not harm the worker. Do not insert any foreign objects into the worker. Before you enter, please remove any said foreign objects from your person. This includes, but is not limited to, knifes, firearms, change, or any miscellaneous objects on your person. You are required to leave any such belongings with me, where I will place it in a tray and in a secure lockbox accessible only by me behind this desk. You may collect your belongings after your session. You will be subjected to a pat down search by the security guard and required to empty all your pockets and have your shoes inspected by the guard. Failure to comply with the search is punishable by ejection from the premises and no refund will be given. Do you understand these rules as I have read them to you?”
Hondo watched as the employee took out a tray, he then put what little amount of things he did have on him. The only thing he brought with him was his ID, car keys, and a wad of cash to give to the teller, other than that, he left his cellphone and wallet in his car in his own lockbox under the seat, which the key was on the keychain with his car keys. Hondo gave his ID first to the teller, he looked at it, verified it was him, and then wrote down his name on the outside of the box that was labeled “58”, and stuck the tray inside where he locked it.
“Okay then, please enjoy yourself.”
“I always do.”
Hondo walked down the hall until he arrived at stall fifty-eight, there he saw the security guard waiting for him. Just like clockwork, Hondo placed his hands against the wall and spread his legs, letting the guard pat him down as he searched Hondo for any potential weapons or anything that could harm the girl inside. After going over him twice, the security guard stood back and said, “Please turn your pockets inside out and remove your shoes.”
The middle-aged man turned around and did as he was told, starting with his side pockets, and ending with his back pockets. Hondo took off his shoes and let the guard inspect them. Satisfied that Hondo had nothing on him that could harm the workers he gave Hondo his shoes back.
“Wait until the light is green and then you can enter,” said the guard.
“Mmm-hmm.”
The guard turned around and hit a button that turned on the yellow light.
Rarity was lounging on the couch, half naked, and reading a fashion magazine. She had dressed her lower half in a black thong, and black pantyhose, something for the customer to rip and play with before getting to the main event. Rarity had not gotten a customer, yet, but it was still early. That’s when the standby light went off, catching her attention.
It’s showtime, she thought.
Rarity placed the magazine and went to her first station. Getting the baster and filling it with lube, she dabbed her pussy lips with a bit of the lube before gently working the baster inside her and squeezing the other end hard to shoot it as deep inside of herself as it would go. The sensation always sent a shiver through her. After that, she dabbed some on her tight pucker, and again, worked the baster into her anus and shot the lube inside her ass.
After preparing her insides, she pulled her thong and pantyhose up, and moved over to the table. She hoisted herself up onto it, and then used slowly slide her lower half through the hole. Once Rarity was certain she was at a comfortable angle where the tips of her toes could touch the ground behind the hole, Rarity pressed the green button and made the airbags pads inflate and secure her into the hole as she lied on her back.
Compared to the first time she did this, Rarity had learned a few things. Like bringing a pillow for her head, while the cushions on the table were soft and comfortable, a little extra support for the head helped a lot. Also, compared to her first time, Rarity was not jittery anymore. The first time she gotten felt up, and then penetrated, it was a slightly traumatic experience, but after a while she found herself getting off to the anonymous nature of it, of having some stranger use that part of her like some kind of toy, it was just exhilarating.
Now she was about to have someone do it again. The light shifted to green, letting Rarity know that her customer was now inside the room. The anticipation of was killer, nerve wracking really. Knowing that there was someone in the room just beyond that wall, that that person was looking at her barely clothed lower half. Looking at her, appraising her, stalking towards her like a predator about to pounce on their prey. Sometimes Rarity wondered why she bothered lubing her vagina, just thinking and waiting was getting her wet.
“I wonder what kind of person you are. Will you caress me and make love to me? Or will you treat me like the little whore that I am and use me like your personal sex toy?” Rarity thought aloud. “I can’t wait to find out.”
The guard opened the stall door and let Hondo in. Once inside, he locked the door, and now he was alone with 58. That’s what he had come to call the girl who was usually at this stall on Friday nights. How did he know? He could tell by how she presented herself in the stall. At first, she was like the rest of the girls, just sticking her naked lower half out, but 58 usually did a little bit extra, regarding her lingerie. That’s not to say that the other girls did not do something similar, but 58 had refined taste, silk, or lacey panties, sometimes stockings, garter belts, and some of them looked a bit expensive, at least to him. He had zero fashion sense so as far as Hondo was concerned, the panties and other bits of lingerie 58 wore were fashionable.
Hondo wasted little time, unbuckling his pants as he pulled them and his underwear down in one move. He then kicked them off to the side and approached 58. Now Hondo was not like some of those younger fellows outside who would just get after it right away, oh no. Marriage had taught him that you needed to warm up your partner before you got to it. Some of the girls in the stalls did not need it or did not care for it, they were just simply ready to get screwed. But 58 was one of the few who appreciated the buildup. He was her regular on Fridays, and there was always a special way he would let her know that it was him.
First, Hondo rubbed his hands against her thighs, lightly massaging them as he worked his way up and to her hips. From there he worked his hands to her back, squeezing and kneading 58’s ass and enjoying how firm yet pliable it was. Finally, he lowered his head towards her belly, and gave a soft lick of her bellybutton before brushing his mustache against her stomach.
~*!*~
“Oh~ So it’s you tonight?” Rarity spoke. “I was hoping you’d be the first one tonight, or at least the last one. Either way I was just hoping you’d be here. You always know how to please a girl.”
Rarity had had a regular person who would come to her stall on Fridays. Of course, she did not know who it was, but this guy seemed to be quite the experienced lover. Perhaps he was married? Or perhaps he was just a connoisseur of women and their bodies? As far as Rarity was concerned, he was a breath of fresh air, and personally, she’d welcome him any day, even outside of work.
Just like the man had his special way of letting her know it was him, she did as well.
~*!*~
Hondo watched as 58 raised her right leg and gently brushed it against his thigh before hooking it around his waist and tapping on his rear with her foot. “Heh-heh, yeah, you know it’s me.”
~*!*~
“I wonder if he likes the lingerie I picked out for tonight?”
~*!*~
Hondo ran his hands over her pubic mound, brushing against the waistband of the pantyhose and thong. “I’m likin’ the fancy underwear you’re usein’ lately. Ya got refined tastes.”
~*!*~
Rarity shivered at his touch, his big hands made her feel small, and yet he treated her with such care. At least until he started to get going, and that’s when the fun started for both of them.
~*!*~
Hondo used both of his hands to rip the pantyhose part, tearing them down the middle to expose 58’s panties. Now he could clearly see it was a black lace thong, pressing firmly against her pussy to reveal a distinct camel toe as the fabric disappeared into the crack of 58’s ass. Hondo used his thumb to push the bit of fabric away, revealing 58’s glistening womanhood, waxed and smooth, with pristine pink labia that blossomed like a flower. He could tell that 58 already pretreated herself with some lube, but from what he could see, given how engorged her pussy lips were, she was already randy and ready to go.
~*!*~
“Yes, Darling, get an eyeful of me. The jewel of my body which every boy at Canterlot High would give their right hand to see, and even more to be able to do what you are about to,” Rarity moaned as she began groping her right breast.
~*!*~
Hondo started playing with her pussy, spreading her open a bit before gently flicking her clit.
~*!*~
“Ooooh~!”
~*!*~
Hondo slipped his right middle finger into her pussy, sliding easily into her depths. 58 jumped a bit from the penetration, but it was expected, after all, she could not see him, so 58 had no idea when he was about to put his fingers or penis into her, especially when she could not hear him. But he was not done yet, with his left hand he got under 58’s rear and plunged his left middle finger into her ass and began pumping his fingers in and out in tandem with each other.
~*!*~
Rarity bit her bottom lip as she arched her back a little, feeling the large fingers of the man behind the wall play with both her holes at the same time. “Oh yes! Darling! Keep going! Yes! Yes!”
~*!*~
Hondo could feel 58’s ass and pussy begin to clench; she was really worked up. “Alright, don’t worry, I’ll get ya there, right now.”
Adding another finger to 58’s pussy, he curled them both up and rubbed against her g-spot.
~*!*~
“OH GOD! YEEEESSSS~!”
Rarity screamed as she felt herself cum hard, her hips jerking forward against his hands as her pussy convulsed and wrapped around his two fingers and the one in her ass. She hated to admit it, but she was a messy squirter. Whenever she had time to enjoy herself at home, she always had to lay out some towels on her bed to make sure she did not stain the sheets, that was not a conversation she wanted to have with her mother.
When her orgasm was over, Rarity panted, her chest rising up and down as sweat beaded down her brow. Rarity briefly glanced down her body and at the hole, smiling in content.
“Darling, I’m ready now, have your way with me…”
~*!*~
Hondo was treated to a shower of womanly cum spraying from 58’s pussy. It was not unexpected, in fact, this was not the first time he had seen a woman cum like that. His wife, Cookie, when she orgasmed, it was usually in the same messy manner as 58. If he was being honest, Hondo found it to be a major turn on when a woman squirted when they came. Just one more thing he liked about 58.
Once she had come down from her high, Hondo took out his fingers from both of 58’s holes. And now it was time for the fun part. Now, Hondo was not an average sized man, back in his college days, he had earned a salacious reputation amongst his frat buddies as the “pussy destroyer”. As his above average sized penis would “ruin” whatever girl he had sex with, leaving them a blithering mess when he was done, and whatever hole he fucked gaping.
But Hondo did not much like that nickname, while it was fun to play up among his frat friends, it did make it hard to get a date. Some girls were either afraid to date him because they were worried of what they would end up like when they eventually slept with him, or there were girls who took it as a challenge to try and best his “pussy destroying” dick. He was really grateful when he met Cookie, she was a woman who could take all he had and ask for more. Hondo never thought he would find another woman who could match his wife, that is until he met 58.
Hondo brought his dick close to 58’s pussy, gently rubbing it against her sensitive mound, and grazing her clitoris with each stroke. 58 began to squirm, trying desperately to close her legs, but finding it impossible to with his hips in the way.
~*!*~
Rarity hated and loved it when he did this, teasing her pussy with what was to come. The first time she took his girth into her, she felt as if she was going to be split in two. While she did manage to take his length into her cunt, it nearly made her pass out. And since then, she has gotten used it, at least to a degree, but every time felt like the first. Which was what made it all the better.
“Oh, Darling, please just fuck me already! Ravage me with that monster cock of yours!” Rarity demanded.
~*!*~
Hondo had kept her waiting long enough. He pressed the tip of his cock against her pussy, parting her labia until the head popped inside of her. 58’s toes began to curl tight as Hondo pushed more of himself into 58’s cunny, relishing the tightness and wetness of her insides as he dived deeper and deeper into her.
~*!*~
Rarity was gripping the sides of the table as she gritted her teeth, feeling her insides getting spread stupidly wide from this man’s member.
~*!*~
Finally, Hondo bottomed out in 58, taking a moment to adjust to the feeling of having his dick wrapped in such a tight hole. When he looked down, Hondo could see a noticeable bulge showing on her stomach, giving him a visual of just how far he had plunged into 58.
Now that he was adjusted, Hondo slowly pulled back, sliding his cock out of 58’s love tunnel until just the tip remained inside. Then he followed up with a swift thrust back into her, shaking her body upon contact. Hondo wrapped his hands around either side of 58’s waist and began slowly fucking her, drawing himself out and then slamming back in.
~*!*~
Each time that the man withdrew himself from inside her, Rarity had to fight the urge to whine. But every time he thrust back into her; it was followed by a primal grunt from her. Rarity grabbed ahold of her tits, kneading them in her hands and occasionally twisting her nipples as she rode the high of this anonymous regular driving her into states of ecstasy that no teenage boy at CHS could possibly bring her to.
~*!*~
Now that he was sure she was adjusted his to size, Hondo started to fuck her in earnest. Quickly drawing his hips back and just as quickly thrusting back into her. Hondo vigorously fucked 58, shaking her body with each contact made. The slapping of flesh echoed in the room, alongside Hondo’s own primal grunts as he worked his dick in and out of 58. Fucking her like she was animal setup to be bred.
“Oh yeah, I know what you like, and I’ll give it ya!” Hondo stated.
~*!*~
“OH, DARLING YES~!”
Rarity was losing herself in the sheer, mind numbing pleasure of the mysterious man humping her into submission. Feeling his cock bang away at her cervix with each thrust. As much as this should hurt, the added bit of pain made the pleasure feel all the better.
“FUCK ME YOU MAGNIFICENT STUD OF A MAN! DO IT HARDER, LOVE! YOU KNOW I CAN TAKE IT!”
~*!*~
58 raised her legs and wrapped them around Hondo, silently telling him that she wanted him to go harder. Hondo obliged and increased his pace and power, opting for short, rapid thrusts as he hammered into 58.
“Yeah, that’s it! I’ll give it to ya, sweetheart! I’ll give it all to ya!”
~*!*~
“YES, DADDY, PLEASE CUM INSIDE ME~!!!”
~*!*~
Hondo hilted himself inside of 58 and poured his seed deep into her womb, more and more it pumped out of his meat log, filling up the confines of 58’s womb until it could hold no more and began spilling into her love tunnel. Hondo’s jizz began to leak out from the corners of 58’s pussy, mixing in with her own feminine juices as a puddle formed down below her that was comprised of their mixed fluids.
He held himself inside of her for a minute, waiting for 58 to release him. After a while she did, her legs going slack and hanging limply to the sides, allowing Hondo to pull out of her. A steady stream of his cum poured out of her pussy and joined the small pool of it on the floor under them.
~*!*~
Rarity was a panting mess, her hair was frayed, her mouth was hanging open. She never really understood why she said that, and it was only when it was this particular fellow. She never called anyone else “daddy” when they were fucking her, but whenever this particular customer came to her, it just felt right for some reason. Was it because she secretly had a thing for her father?
The man certainly isn’t a bad father, he’s really quite sweet in his own, embarrassingly fatherly way. And he is quite fit.
Rarity shook her head.
Rarity, get a grip! Don’t fall down that rabbit hole! You’ll only make things awkward for both of you if you do!
However, Rarity still could not help but let that idea play in her head. The thought of her own father, taking her, fucking her, the very act of incest. Of her seducing the man who sired her into this world and taking his manly seed into the womb he helped to create, claiming her as his own. It made Rarity’s womanhood quake with arousal.
…Maybe we can play with this idea a little bit.
Just then, Rarity saw the sign that read, “Stomach” flash on, indicating that he wanted her to turn onto her stomach. Rarity smiled, knowing full well what was coming next.
Carefully, the fashionista rolled herself around until she was now lying on her stomach, she hugged her pillow close to her and found her footing on the other side. After spreading her legs a bit, Rarity gave her ass a little inviting shake.
“Come on, Daddy, fuck your little girl’s ass,” Rarity teased.
~*!*~
Hondo watched as 58 shook her ass a little, this was the first time she had done that. Perhaps she was really buzzed from his earlier performance and could not wait any longer for him to give it to her.
“Heh, alright, I got ya. You’re horny tonight, ain’t ‘cha, girl?” Hondo commented.
The married man placed his hands on either side of this woman’s porcelain white ass and spread it, showing off her tight asshole that flexed in anticipation. As Hondo began to align himself with her backdoor, he paused for a moment as a stray thought wandered through his mind. The flawlessness of 58’s skin, and her color, reminded him a bit of his daughter Rarity.
Hondo shook his head and chastised himself for even thinking about that. What’s the matter with you, Hondo?! For God’s sake, that’s your daughter! You don’t think those kinds of things about your own kid!
Although…he hated to admit it, but yes, Rarity – objectively speaking – was hot. She looked like a fashion model, and she often modeled her own works. Again, he knew nothing about fashion, but that did not stop Rarity from showing off her works to her family, and some of her works that she posted online. Some were a bit revealing, showing a bit more cleavage, and some having a “boob window,” and others had the skirt riding a bit too high where the girl wearing it would be flashing her panties to someone if she bent over too far. And, again, it did not help that his own daughter was serving as the model for some of these clothes, her friends modeled them, too, but a majority of the time it was her.
Unfortunately, the occasional wayward, perverted thought would cross his mind. Often it would be in the form of, “If she wasn’t my kid, I’d have plowed her a long time ago.” Maybe this was a sign for him to do something about it? 58’s pristine features did remind him of his daughter, maybe this was the universe’s way of saying, “Hey man, work out your little incest fantasies on this girl and get it out of your system.”
Yeah, that might work.
“Alright Rarity, hope your ready for Daddy to come knockin’ at your backdoor,” said Hondo.
~*!*~
“Please, Daddy, do it! Fuck your naughty little girl’s asshole like the whore I am!”
~*!*~
A knock he did, thanks to the double lubrication from fucking “Rarity’s” pussy, and from her adding the lube beforehand, Hondo was able to pierce her tight anus in one go.
~*!*~
Rarity let out a wordless scream as her mouth gaped and her body tensed up. It was always a strange and alien sensation, having a penis go up her asshole, a place where things were meant to come out, not in. Rarity never liked the idea of anal sex, it sounded so gross and dirty, having a man put his cock up your butt, for no other reason than it was another hole they could fuck.
But during her time here, Rarity found out a secret about herself. She had an anal fetish, she knew it was wrong, dirty, disgusting, and that she should in no way be deriving any kind of pleasure from such an act. But she did. She did derive pleasure from the act becauseit was dirty, disgusting, and wrong, the very act of being violated in a place that was not ever meant for sexual intercourse, made her womanhood dripple with its nectar.
And right now, there was no better cock to indulge in that feeling than the one that was currently buried deep inside her bowels.
~*!*~
Hondo wasted no time as he began fucking “Rarity’s” ass, he always fucked her a little bit harder here. There was just something primal about violating “Rarity’s” ass, as if he was staking his claim on his daughter, making sure no one else could take her away from him.
“Oh yeah, ya like that, sweetie?! Ya like, Daddy’s cock fuckin’ your ass?!”
~*!*~
“I LOVE THIS, DADDY! YES, FUCK YOUR DAUGHTER’S SLUTTY ASS~!!!”
~*!*~
Hondo began grunting in an animalistic manner, gripping “Rarity’s” ass cheeks hard for leverage.
~*!*~
Rarity hugged the pillow tighter and tighter, feeling as if she was about to tear it apart at any second. The dual sensation of pleasure and pain wracked her body from head to toe, making her loll her tongue out of her mouth like the whore she believed herself to be.
“So close! So close! Just a bit more, Daddy!”
~*!*~
“Here ya go, princess! Daddy’s cumming!!!”
Hondo gave a few strong thrusts into “Rarity’s” ass before slamming into her one last time and hilting. A fresh deluge of cum came rushing out of his cock and flooded her anus and bowels as it flowed deep into her intestines.
~*!*~
“OH GOD, DADDY I’M CUMMING~!!!”
Feeling the hot seed fill her ass pushed Rarity over the edge into her third orgasm of the night. She did not need to see to feel that her pussy was cumming hard, it almost felt as if she was pissing herself. And at this point she did not care; it was only right for whore like her to pee herself while getting anally fucked.
Rarity gasped a few times as she felt her “Dad” hump her a few more times as the final throes of his own orgasm came to end. She was nearly on the brink of passing out from that, but she tried not to, or else she could not see any of the prompts or know when it was time to pull herself out. So, she struggled to keep conscious by biting her lower lip to the point that she could taste a bit of her blood.
Once her own orgasm had passed, Rarity slumped against the table, letting her body relax enough for her “father” to pull himself out of her. And to think he was the first of the night, and it was still early at that. He just spoiled her for any of the other customers she would have tonight, but that was fine. There as no doubt that there might be one or two more men tonight that would give Rarity her second and third best fuck of the night, but this man, her “daddy” would always be number one for her.
~*!*~
Hondo knew when to stop, although he probably could go about two more times, he knew that it would not be fair to the other patrons if he put 58 out of commission so soon. So, after cleaning himself up, and doing his best to clean her up as well, Hondo took his souvenir, her black lace thong.
~*!*~
Rarity felt her customer slide her thong off her body, and she offered no resistance. And why should she? After all of that, why shouldn’t the customer take home a memento of their time together? Plus, the idea that he might use those very same panties to jerk himself off only aroused her further, it was as if he was violating her from far away. And he was such a gentleman, using the provided tissues on the other side to clean her up as best he could. If it weren’t for the policy of the workers and clients never meeting each other, she would offer to sleep him even after hours.
I don’t even care if he’s not a handsome prince, with the way he treats me and fucks me, I can tell he’s a prince on the inside.
~*!*~
Hondo put on his underwear and pants then hit the button that told the guard that he was ready to leave. The guard opened the door and let him walk out, that same guard briefly scanned the room to make sure that the girl was alright and that there was nothing suspicious inside the room before closing it and locking the door.
~*!*~
The light across the room alerted Rarity that the customer had left the room. Now that he was gone, Rarity tapped the green button and released herself from the hole. She carefully managed to pull her lower half out of the hole and swung her legs out so that she could sit. Both her legs were shaking, and her rear and crotch were sore, but it was a good kind of sore.
Rarity briefly glanced out the hole towards the door on the other side and said, “Until next time, ‘Daddy’.”
