Wallflower Blush working (girl) at the hole

Wallflower Blush stepped into the small room that was once a supply closet that had been converted into a gloryhole. The door, once shut and locked, could only be accessed from the inside or if one had a key. Hanging from the ceiling by a reinforced cord was a light bulb with a small pull chain on the side. Hung along the walls were strings of what looked like Christmas lights, only they weren't brightly colored, just shown with a dim blueish-white light when plugged in, just enough to so she wouldn't be completely in the dark and could see a bit of what she was doing. On the opposite side of the small room from the door was said gloryhole, currently sealed shut with a small recessed wooden slat that could only be unlocked and opened from this side. Above said gloryhole was a small peephole she could look through to see who was on the other side. Next to the peephole was a toggle switch that could turn on or off a small red light outside the adjoining room, alerting those in the know that whoever was working this gloryhole was open for business.

At the front desk was a muscular, and somewhat scary-looking woman with tan skin, short, white hair with purple highlights in a swept-forward style. She always wore biker boots, black leather pants, a tank top and black vest that sported a winged skull and the name of a local motorcycle group, the Lion Street Eagles Motor Club. The woman, who only ever identified herself as Bad Gee, had an air of menace and violence. The tattoos of tribal patterns and chain on her toned arms, the kanji symbols and eagle feathers on her neck, and two tear drops at the corner of her left eye added to that air of menace and violence. The only time Wallflower had ever seen Bad Gee use any level of violence was when she trounced a guy for trying to slip out of the gloryhole without paying. After that Bad Gee made Wallflower abide by a new shop rule: 'Money up front or no suck.'

Speaking of Bad Gee, Wallflower jumped with surprise when the woman rapped her knuckles loudly on the access door to the gloryhole. "Get ready, hoe! It ain't gonna be long before the Wednesday crowd shows up, and their dicks ain't gonna suck themselves."

Wallflower nodded, not that Bad Gee could see her. The muscular, scary woman did knock on the door to ask her permission or politely let her know to get ready, it was her way of saying open up because time is money. Wallflower had no compunctions about what she was, she was a whore who anonymously sucked off strangers for at this gloryhole forty bucks a go.

As Wallflower peeled off her shirt, she thought about how she came to work at the gloryhole here at this sex shop three months ago, Flesh-n-Fun 4 U. It had been six months since she had graduated from Canterlot High, she had past due notices on her bills, the landlord was threatening to evict her from her studio apartment if she didn't pay the back rent in full, and all she had to eat was a few stale tortillas and a bottle of mustard. That's when she had encountered the adults-only website blacklist-dot-org. She had originally went on there to find out how to start work on ponlyfans, there was one small catch: She couldn't afford a webcam. That's when she encountered in the classified section that this shop had an opening for their gloryhole, so on a whim she decided to give them a call.

True sucking off strangers through a hole in a wall was demeaning, but it was no more demeaning than flipping burgers at a fast food joint for ungrateful barrel-gutted customers to wolf down or ringing up clothes at a retail outlet while perpetually shrieking Karens took out their unhappiness at home on her...all for minimum wage! Here she made more money, and even on a slow night she could go home with at least a hundred dollars in her pocket, after she gave Big Gee, who wasn't the worst boss she ever had, her cut. And she even found that sometimes she enjoyed herself. She also quickly learned that what the PSA's back in school said about sex workers was untrue, she didn't loathe herself, nobody tried to force drugs on her and nobody in windowless vans tried to snatch her up off the street to forcibly take her in all holes.

The only drugs that Wallflower had been exposed to was when she bought a bottle of few pills of Molly off of Big Gee, who said in her own words, 'You take it easy on those and only pop one if you need a little pick-me-up. A strung-out whore ain't no good to me.'

***

"Gok-gok-gok! Glurk! Ack-chghk!" Wallflower gagged and choked on a cock that was currently using her mouth as a warm, wet fleshlight. The cock belonged to local entrepreneur and gubernatorial candidate, Filthy Rich. He showed up once, sometimes twice, a week, sliphis forty bucks through the hole then fuck her mouth, drop his load and quickly leave.

"Mmmh!", he groaned past grit teeth. "If my wife suck my dick half as good as you, or hell, would even suck my dick at all, you'd be out of a job little missy. But noooo! She'd rather let the pool boy raw dog the back of her throat. I know that Diamond isn't my daughter and that it was the gardener who knocked her up. That's why I had him dep--Mmph! Ooh yeah, just like that! You keep sucking this fat dick that and I'm gonna paint the back of your throat early tonight."

In reality Filthy Rich's member wasn't that thick, yes he was slightly longer than usual, but he was all slim length. Wallflower learned quickly that guys who bragged about the girth and/or length of the dicks were generally lacking. In all of the times Filthy Rich had visited this gloryhole, she had learned that he and his wife, Spoiled Rich, had been almost constantly cheating on one another since they first got together, she usually bedded the help and he would sling it to a whore. The only reason Wallflower surmised why the two of them never got a divorce was that they both had some sort of blackmail information on each other.

"Arrgh! Arrrgh!" Filthy growled as she inserted his full length into her mouth. She gagged and sputtered as he unleashed his watery load. "Take it! Take that thick, creamy, tasty load you whore!" It was neither thick nor creamy nor tasty, it was simply watery, salty and slightly bitter.

As soon as Filthy Rich withdrew his length, Wallflower spat his load out. Without another word, the wealthy gubernatorial candidate left. After this entitled, wealthy bastard had used her mouth to hate fuck his wife by proxy, Wallflower could use a break and something to wash her mouth out. Filthy Rich was the twelfth customer tonight and unfortunately there was a line, so it might be a while before she gets a break. Maybe the thirteenth customer would offer a nice change of pace.

Boy howdy, would the next customer offer up an interesting change of pace!

As she heard the door open in the adjoining booth, Wallflower peered through the peephole. Here eyes went wide with surprise. Butter creme yellow skin, soft pink locks that had a single turquoise eye peeking out from between. D-cup breasts that looked both simultaneously heavy and gravity-defying. Broad hips and shapely thighs. Fluttershy! One of the most beautiful and desirable young women in town had just walked into her gloryhole.

Wallflower watched as the young woman nervously tapped her fingertips together and shuffled nervously up to the hole.

"Uh--uh...ah...uuuuuummmm. This is the first time I've ever done something like this. Do I...um--do I... You know what...I--I don't think--"

"C'mon, 'Shy. Ya were a-bitchin' and a-carryin'on earlier 'bout how ya were wantin' some strange and Ah said Ah'd get ya some strange. So jus' whip it out, stick it ta th' l'il whore and get yers, a-cause Ah'd like ta stick it ta her as well!", a familiar voice with a country drawl shouted.

Applejack! Of course it was Applejack! What were these two wanting? Drop trou, press their pussied up against the gloryhole and get licked or finger blasted out? Wallflower was no lesbian, but forty bucks was forty bucks, dammit! What she saw next caused her voice to catch in her throat.

Fluttershy nervously unbuttoned her pants and pulled the zipper down. Nine inches of turgid, butter creme yellow dick flopped out.

Wallflower tried to speak, but could flap her jaw silently. Fluttershy, the sweetest, most beautiful and most desirable girl in town had futaism. She had only ever seen a couple a photos in an anatomy book and a few fetish porn videos to know that futaism was a rare mutation that only affected one-in-a-million women worldwide. She never thought in a hundred years she'd see one in real life, and now here was Fluttershy, a young woman who had the futaism mutation. Was this why she was so shy?

Fluttershy looked around the booth. "So how do I...oh! There's a hole there. So I just slide it in here?" She stepped forward and slid her cock in the hole.

As the nine inches of butter creme yellow dick, almost as thick as her wrist, slid through the hole in front of her face, Wallflower managed to regain her gumption. At least once a week someone would slip their dick in through the hole in the hopes of getting free head. Just because this girl had futaism doesn't mean she gets special treatment. Lifting up her hand, she gave Fluttershy's dick a quick, sharp flick mid-shaft.

"Ouch!" The shy animal lover quickly stepped, withdrawing her cock.

Wallflower leaned up to the hole and hoarsely whispered out,"Forty bucks up front or no suck!"

"I'm sorry.", Fluttershy appologized. The girl looked like she was about to cry. "You're trying to run a business and I was being a meanie by trying to get something for free." She reached into her pocket, pulled out four crumpled ten dollar bills, gently slipped them into the gloryhole and then reinserted her dick.

Now that Fluttershy had completed her half of the transaction, it was Wallflower's turn to complete her half. She leaned up and gently kissed where she had flicked the girl's cock.

"Oh my!", the shy girl exclaimed softly. "That felt nice! Please...please don't stop!", She whispered.

'Sister, you ain't felt nothing yet!', Wallflower thought. She gently and smoothly ran her tongue along the bottom of Fluttershy's cock. It didn't have the usual musky, sweaty, funky smell of tube steak smothered in underwear that guys usually had. That means she must wash her dick more than once a week. As he tongue reach the head of the butter creme yellow length, she paused.

"Please!", Fluttershy begged in a needy whisper."Please, don't stop! I need to feel the inside of your mouth."

Opening her maw as wide as possible, Wallflower engulfed the cock head-first into the warm, wet confines of her mouth. This elicited small, soft squeaks and moans from the animal lover, which prompted the green-skinned gloryhole whore to push farther on.

"Gak-chgghhzzk!" Wallflower made three quarters of the way down before she choked on Fluttershy's cock and couldn't go any farther.

"Oh my! Don't hurt yourself just for forty dollars. I know I'm bigger than most...and truth be told, most people are scared of my thingy."

Since Fluttershy was being so sweet and nice, it was up to Wallflower to be nasty. Sliding her mouth back up that turgid lenth, she made loud lewd slurping sounds. Was she being a bit over-dramatic? Yes, but this girl was being so nice and sweet that she deserved a bit of a nasty experience. Her mouth reached the head and she pulled off of it with an especially loud pop. She planted gentle kisses around the head and ran her tongue around its circumference.

"Mmmh!" *thump*

Wallflower knew that Fluttershy was enjoying herself and that the girl had thrust up against the wall, trying to get it in deeper, three months of sucking off strangers had taught her when her Johns were enjoying themselves. This current John...Jane?...John-Jane?...she didn't know a term for a customer with futaism...this customer was in for a show. She wrapped her hands around the shaft of the turgid member and slipped her mouth over the head. Bobbing her head up and down, she gently twisted her hand back and forth.

Fluttershy went wild."Mmm-mmm-mmm! Ah! Ah! Ah! Oh-oh-ooh!" *thump-thump-thump* The animal lover was furiously humping the wall trying to get her dick in deeper. "I don't think I can last!"

Bingo! Time for the grand finale! Wallflower removed her hands from the throbbing, pulsating length, thrust her mouth downwards, taking as much as she could until her throat stopped her. She then started swallowing fast and hard.

Fluttershy's breath caught in her chest. She let out a deep guttural groan as she unleashed blast after blast of hot, thick cum. Wallflower just kept swallowing, she normally only did this for only a select few regulars...but dammit Fluttershy was a special case!...so she gulped down blast after warm, salty blast as soon as they hit her throat.

Once Fluttershy had spent the last of her load, she withdrew her dick, leaving stringy trails of saliva and semen clinging to it. Wallflower coughed and gasped, Fluttershy was long and thick, not the longest or thickest she had seen before, but definitely longer and thicker than the average that was for damn sure.

Once Fluttershy had put her rapidly softening length away and closed up her pants, she pulled out a crumpled up five dollar bill and stuck it through the hole. "For your troubles. I had a good time. I hope you did too. I-uh...I'll be back to see you again soon. If that's okay with you." With that the butter creme yellow animal girl with futaism left the booth.

A couple of minutes later Applejack walked in the booth. "Looks like ya showed 'Shy a good time. Ah try ta satisfy the future missus Applejack as much as possible, but sometimes she gets a mighty hankerin' ta put 'er dick in some strange. Well Ah caint blame 'er none as I get it too an' we have an understandin' when it comes to strange. If'n she gets to dip 'er wick in it, then Ah do to."

No! No way! What were the odds that there would be wto futa-girls visiting her gloryhole tonight?

Applejack continued, "When it comes to plowin' a whore, it's like buyin' a two litter of Hill Dew. It ain't no fun if'n ya don't let er'rybody at in th' house get a taste." She lowered the zipper on her fly. "So how much does a whore like you charge for a suck job?"

"Forty bucks, up front.", Wallflower whispered through the hole.

Applejack hummed thoughtfully. "A mite steep, but more'n fair Ah'm sure. An' from th' look on 'Shy's face Ah'm sure ya ain't gon' short me none." She reached intoher back pocket, pulled out a billfold, extracted a pair of twenties and shoved them through he hole. "Now Im'ma let ya know up front that Ah ain't nowhere near as long as 'Shy. But what Ah lack in length Ah make up fer in thickness. There's a reason why Ah call th' gal 'Ole jaw Breaker'." With that she pulled her dick out of her jeans.

Wallflower could only gape at the futa dick through the gloryhole. Applejack was only six inches long, an average and respectable length for any cock,but she was right about the girth. And goddamn what girth did it have! It looked like she had a tannish-orange soup can sticking out the front of her jeans.

Applejack put her monstrous girth up to the hole-in-the-wall. "A'ight,lemme jus'...urgh!...c'mon ole gal, work with me here. There's a whore who Ah paid good money fer a suckin', jus' slip on through!" Applejack's behemoth girth just barely fit through the hole.

For the first time since she started working at the gloryhole, Wallflower felt genuine fear. She had seen a few girthy cocks before...but this? This was a mutant monstrosity, almost as thick as it was long. She was tempted to refuse to suck it and simply give the futa girl her money back, but then that ran the risk of ruining her reputation. So with a deep breath and a nervous swallow, Wallflower decided to bite the bullet...or more accurately suck the monstrously thick dick in this case. She gave the soup can-thick slab of futa meat a cursory lick. It tasted salty and slightly pungent,like someone who was working all day in the hot sun and let this hunk of fuck flesh stew in their sweat.

"Mmm, that's nice. Jus' take yer sweet ole time there. Ah know it's a lot an' if'n any o' them there blue ballers in line wanna complain, Ah'll jus' shake Ole Jaw Breaker at 'em. That'll send more'n a few a-runnin' fer their lives. Ah know that sent Rainbow 'Ah can take anything' Dash a runnin' fer th' hills an' she ain't come a-lookin' fer it no more."

Wallflower wasn't some overconfident, braggart jock, she was a professional whore! Opening her mouth wide, she started to attempt to take this monster. Her eyes went wide with shock and pain, she could barely fit her mouth around the head and she thought she was going to break her jaw. Backing off, she worked up a gob of saliva and spat it onto that monster thickness. Reaching up with her hand, she grasped the cock. Oh fuck! There was no way she could even hope to close her fingers around this beast. Working up more saliva, she spat on this...thing that was all girth several times, then used both of her hands to begin working up and down this mutant monstrosity.

Once Wallflower got this monster girth as slick as possible, she put her mouth back to work to suck this behemoth as best she could. The joints of her jaw groaned and creaked in protest, and she swore that they were going to dislocate. She now knew what that snake in the picture that was swallowing an egg must have felt like. Finally! After several moments of working this unnatural girth she made it to the base. There was no what that she was going to suck this like a regular dick, so she did the next best thing she could and started swallowing. Occasionally between swallows she would twist her head side-to-side to the best of her ability.

"Mmf! Goddamn! Goddamn! God-damn! You are one skilled cocksucker!", Applejack exclaimed through grit teeth. "Most gals woulda run away screamin', but not you." She began to huff. "Ah gotta admit, Ah all kinds o' worked up a-hearin' ya work 'Shy over and now Im'ma 'bout ta blow!"

Wallflower thought she was going to get rocketed across the room. Applejack came in buckets with such force. Just ropes and ropes and ropes of thick, gooey, sticky and thick spunk. She tried to swallow as best she could, but quickly got overwhelmed. Her cheeks puffed out, but there was no way it could seep past her lips, that cock was just too girthy, so all that baby gravy went the only route of least resistance left to it, down her throat! Wallflower literally choked on what had to be a a gallon of cum, which sent that thick gloopy material straight up into her sinuses. Twin rivulets of white force their way out of her nostrils.

As soon as there was the least bit of slack in Applejack's cock, Wallflower slid off of it and plopped to the floor hard. She coughed up globs of white as she struggled to get her breath back. "Goddamn! Ugh! Fuck me running!", she hoarsely exclaimed.

"Uh, desk lady! Desk lady?!", Applejack shouted. "Ya need ta check on yer whore! Ah think Ah broke 'er!"

Wallflower could hear Bag Gee's boots pound the floor as she approached the door outside the little supply closet that had been converted to. She heard the key insert into the lock and the door swung open. "Alright, what happened here?!"

"Cock too thick! Too much cum! I think I broke my jaw!", Wallflower said.

"Well, can you still work the hole?", Gad Gee said gesturing towards the gloryhole. "There's still about ten head of guys out there with full balls and money burning holes in their pockets."

"Then you suck them, I'm done for tonight.", Wallflower croaked.

Bad Gee walked over to the gloryhole, flipped off the toggle switch, slid the recessed slat over the hole and locked it. She then looked down at Wallflower and said, "You got twenty to get your ass up and head home or you'll be workin' the rest of the night for half off. I ain't runnin' a shelter."

"Thanks, Gee, you're the best.", Wallflower croaked.

"Tch! You better count yourself that I find you so damn cute or I'd strap you ass first to the damn hole and let every guy between here and Rockton have a run at your snizz for twenty." Bad Gee left Wallflower in the converted supply closet to gather herself up.

Wallflower heard Bad Gee say in a loud voice, "Alright boys, the gloryhole is closed. Thank you for your patronage and please come again soon!"

There were several grumbles, then a voice shouted, "I've been waiting patiently here for an hour and I ain't caught my nut! What am I supposed to do now?"

Bad Gee replied, "Well, the way I see it, you got three choices: One, go home, find your favorite porn site and rub one out. Two, go home and fuck each other in the ass. Or three, and this one is my favorite. You give me about twenty minutes to polish this here boot up until it shines like a mirror and you can see your face in it. Then I turn this motherfucker sideways and ram it straight up your candy ass! So what's it gonna be?"

There were several grumbles in the store and the front door chimed several times.

Bad Gee called out in a loud voice, "Thank you for visiting Flesh-N-Fun 4 U. Remember our motto: We got anything that you want to catch your nut for a price, but the ass kickin's always free!"

Wallflower made her way to the bathroom where she cleaned herself up. Walking out to the main lobby, she pulled the wad of cash out of her pocket. Fourteen customers she had blown at forty dollars a pop, five hundred and sixty dollars, not counting the thirty dollars in tips she had stashed in her sock, Bad Gee didn't need to know about that, that money was specifically for Wallflower. "So, Gee, I guess your cut is what, a hundred eighty?"

Bad Gee waved her off. "Normally if a hoe makes me have to shut down the gloryhole early, it'd be three hundred. But your last two customers, the futa gals. Well, the pretty one felt so bad that her hick friend worked you over so rough that she dropped two bills on the counter to cover your cut. So you owe me, let's say just one bill."

A hundred dollars. That wasn't too bad, much better than having to drop three hundred. She pulled one hundred dollars out of her stack and dropped it on the counter. "I'm going to take a couple of days off. The last one damn near broke my jaw she was so damn thick. I'll be back Saturday evening to make some more cash." She turned to walk out the door.

Bad Gee called after her."Hey."

Wallflower turned back. "Hmm?"

"A couple of guys left outta here in a foul mood. Though I ain't seen 'em lurkin' around, that don't mean they ain't hidin' in some shadowy alleyway peepin' the front of the store. I know that you're a tough gal, but I've seen the aftermath of what a couple of guys who think the world owes them a nut do when they encounter a lone gal who was worn out from a hard day workin'." Bad Gee rubbed the back of her neck. "I don't wanna see a cute gal like you get messed up."

Wallflower was left speechless for a moment. In the three months she worked the hole for Bad Gee, she had never seen this side of her. She cleared her throat. "Uh, yeah, sure. If it'll make you feel better, you can walk with me down to the stop. It'll be nice to have someone to talk to."

"Now look here, we ain't friends. I just don't want to see no gal workin' for me get run through hard by some skeeves...unless you're into that sorta thing. I wasn't joshin' ya when I said you were cute. I gotta place right 'round the corner from here. Wouldn't mind wakin' up with you in the bed with me."

"Gee, I'm flattered and if I were into gals, you'd be at the very top of my list. Also, isn't there some pimp's code to not date their whores?"

Bad Gee chuckled. "The word you're lookin' for is madam. A pimp is a man who has guys and gals sellin' their bodies for them. And no, I ain't your madam. Though my name's on the deed, I'm a partial business partner with a couple of real madams named Big Mamma and Night Lady."

"So how is this legal?", Wallflower asked. She was curious as this was the first real conversation she had with Bad Gee in the three months she had been working here.

"As long as I got less than three folks sellin' their bodies outta this shop, don't got no beds, couches or benches, or puttin' nobody on the street corner and keep my bidness here in the red light district, I don't need no hookin' permit.", Bad Gee answered frankly. "Just keep your ID on ya in case five-oh decides to roll up, so you can prove you're at least eighteen and can legally work here. Big Mamma and Night Lady owns a few upscale clubs that qualify as brothels and require a hookin' permit. They also have some clout with the local and state lawmakers that keeps small, locally owned and operated shops like this from needin' hookin' permits as long as we keep our whores below a certain number. In return Big Mamma and Night Lady buys a fifteen percent stake in these shops, with the agreement that they reserve the right to recruit talent from us. As long as we don't peddle kiddie porn or drugs, or don' t have minors workin' for us, and keep everything above board, the blue boys don't care all that much. Now c'mon, let's get ya down to the stop. If I see any of them pervos slinkin' around, I can have the cops here in fifteen. Yeah, I'll see the number of customers for the next couple of weeks dip down. I'd rather see a little money lost than see a single freckle on your cute cheeks knocked outta place."

Wallflower blushed. She had never really had anyone flirt with her, well except for maybe Sunset Shimmer. The former bully was hot, anyone could see that, plus she was actually a horse-girl from a parallel dimension. Wallflower surmised that she must be some sort of magnet for the bad girl. She didn't understand why, she wasn't pretty in any conventional sense. A plain Jane face, small breasts, flat ass, a slightly pudgy midsection, a mop of dark green hair that could be considered unruly on the best of days, thighs that were decidedly un-thicc, narrow hips, and worst of all...freckles. Now she had two different bad girl archetypes that had been flirting with her.

Bad Gee watched as the bus that was holding the cute green-skinned girl with freckles pull away. She always had a thing for cute girls with freckles. "Gah! I shoulda told her that her face was like the night sky and each freckle was like a beautiful star. Fuck! That woulda worked! Get your head in the game, Gilda!" The phone in her pocket rang. She pulled it out and answered. "You're go for Gee!" " Ah. You heard." "Nah! Nothin' I couldn't handle." "My workin' girl got run a little hard by a futa-gal." "Nah,I don't think was trying to hurt her." "Uh, orange skin, blonde hair, cowboy hat, hayseed accent, came in with a real pretty yellow-skinned futa-gal." "Nah,no need to do anything." "Because when my gal fell out after getting overwhelmed, she immediately called for help." "Uh-huh." "Uh-huh." "Uh-no." "Uh-uh. The next time she comes into the store, I'll just tell her that she'll either have to settle for a handy or move to the back of the line as I can't afford to shut down the gloryhole early again." "Yeah, there were a couple of guys who wanted to get their necks all twisted up about it." "Yeah, I made sure she got onto the bus all safe and sound." "Yeah, I'll check my cameras and send you the stills." "Yeah, she's taking a few days off and will be back Saturday." "Because she's making more money here than she could flippin' burgers or foldin' sweaters." "I love you too, Big Mamma. Oh, and give Night Lady my love too!" "Kay, bye"