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The club pulsed with bass-heavy music, lights flashing over sweaty bodies grinding on the dance floor. Emma Myers, her petite 5'3 frame buzzing from too many shots, leaned against the sticky bar, her cheeks flushed. At 22, the actress usually kept her wild side hidden, especially with her secret fling with co-star Jenna Ortega keeping things strictly girl-on-girl. But tonight, her friend Taylor wouldn't let up. Taylor, tall and confident with a smirk that screamed trouble, poked Emma's arm.
“You're such a prude, Em,” Taylor said, her voice cutting through the noise. “Always playing it safe. Bet you've never done anything truly risky.”
Emma rolled her eyes, the alcohol making her bold. “That's bullshit. I'm adventurous as hell. I could do anything.”
Taylor laughed, leaning in close. “Prove it. Dare you to ditch your panties right now.”
Emma blinked, the room spinning a bit, but her ego flared. She stuck out her tongue, stood up unsteadily, and hiked up her short skirt. Fingers hooked into the lace, she yanked her panties down her smooth thighs, the cool air hitting her bare pussy. She balled them up and tossed them at Taylor, who caught them with a grin.
“See? Easy,” Emma slurred, plopping back down, her exposed slit rubbing against the bar stool.
Taylor dangled the panties from her finger. “That proves nothing. That was only the first step. Now for the real test, come with me to the women's bathroom for fifteen minutes. Bet you back out.”
Emma's heart raced, confusion mixing with the buzz? But pride won. “Fine. Lead the way.”
Taylor grabbed her wrist, pulling her through the crowd to the dimly echoing bathroom. The stench of stale piss and cheap perfume hung heavy. She shoved Emma into the last stall, the door creaking shut.
Inside the stall the toilet had been removed and leather straps were bolted onto the bottom of the wall at ankles high also the wall had what looks like a adjustable very steady wood shelf also fitting with longer leather straps.
“Go against the wall” Taylor said, Emma looked at her confused but did as requested. Once she got back to the wall Taylor forced her to spread her legs 2 feet apart before securing her feet with the leather strap.
“Bend over, ass to the wall,” Taylor ordered, her tone dominant, eyes gleaming with control.
Emma hesitated, but Taylor just bent her at the waist. Then Taylor pushed down the shelf against Emma back before securing her against it with the straps Emma small tits dangling down as her bare ass out were firmly pressed against the cold porcelain. Emma's wrists were next tied on each side of her body to the shelf with leather cuffs. “Why like this?” Emma ask?
Taylor pointed to a fist-sized hole in the thin wall right behind Emma. “Glory hole, babe. Guys on the other side shove their cocks through it. And I have just line that tight virgin little pussy of your right in line with it. Dare you to stay alone like this for 15 min see if any guy decides to push is cock through it.”
Emma's eyes widened, panic surging through her drunk haze. She'd never touched a man, let alone let one fuck her. “No way. I'm a lesbian.”
Taylor crossed her arms. “Excuses. I Knew you were too prude to handle it.”
Emma took the bait and in her intoxicating state forgot all judgement and cautions and letting hers Ego burned hotter than fear. “Fuck you. I'll prove it to you that I'm not. And make it an hour.”
Taylor, a little bit worried, raised a brow. “An hour? Sure you're good?”
“Yes. Two hours,” Emma shot back, voice shaky but defiant.
Taylor chuckled, but Emma stared at her with defiance, her little body strongly secured into position. Emma's slick pussy lips parted slightly, aligned perfectly with the hole, her clit throbbing from the exposure. The bindings dug into her skin, holding her helpless, ass cheeks spread, vulnerable holes waiting.
“Last chance,” Taylor said, checking the stap because once I'm out I'm going to put the time lock on the door for 2 hours as you asks and then there's nothing you will be able to do but to take it until the time run down and a lot I mean a lot could happen in 2 hours Emma.
“I'm good,” Emma lied, heart pounding throwing all her good sense through the window.
Taylor nodded, but before slipped out, and shut the door with a click. She pulled out a gag ball and when Emma went to ask what it was, Taylor shoved it into her mouth and secured it with the leather strap behind her head preventing Emma from speaking in a coherent way. Taylor whispers in Emma's ear, the gag is so you don't scream too much and disturb the people using the other toilet stall.
Alone, regret crashed in. What the fuck had she done? Her pussy clenched, juices already dripping from the thrill and terror. The stall felt smaller, the air thicker. Minutes ticked by—five, ten—her mind racing to Jenna what she would say if she saw her like this, to their secret life, who now could be shattered by this stupid dare.
Then, a wet nudge against her folds. Emma gasped, twisting to glance down between her spread legs. A thick, black cockhead pushed through the hole, veiny and bare, no condom in sight. It smeared her wetness, parting her virgin-tight pussy lips with brutal insistence.
“No, wait—Condom," she tried to screamed in a brief moment of lucidity, but the stranger didn't hear because of the gag or care. The cock thrust forward, stretching her walls inch by inch. Emma's eyes watered, the burn of intrusion ripping a moan from her throat. It was huge, filling her completely, the ridges dragging against her sensitive insides. She'd fingered herself, scissored with girls, but this—raw, throbbing dick owning her cunt—hit different. Deeper it went, bottoming out against her cervix, her petite body jolting.
The man grunted from the other side, anonymous, pulling back only to slam in again. Emma's bound hands strained, ropes biting her wrists as her pussy gripped the invading shaft. Wet slaps echoed in the stall, her juices coating his bare skin, dripping down her thighs. She bit her lip, hating how her clit pulsed, how her hips twitched back instinctively. Stranger cock reaming her lesbian hole, turning her into a fucktoy.
“Oh god,” she whimpered, the friction building heat in her core. He sped up, balls—unseen but felt—slapping her clit with each pound. Her small tits bounced under her top, nipples hard peaks. The cock throbbed inside her, stretching her wider, claiming every inch of her slick tunnel.
Emma's mind screamed no, but her body betrayed her, walls fluttering around the thick meat. He drove deeper, faster, grunting like an animal. Then, with a final brutal thrust, he buried himself balls-deep. The cock swelled, pulsing hot jets straight into her unprotected depths. Cum splattered her cervix, flooding her womb, thick ropes painting her insides white. She felt it—warm, sticky, seeping deep, his seed flooding her unprotected pussy.
He held there, grinding, milking every drop into her. Emma shuddered, an unwanted orgasm ripping through her, pussy clenching around the spent dick, squeezing out more cum. It leaked out, mixing with her arousal, trickling down her legs.
The cock slipped free with a wet pop, leaving her gaping, cum oozing from her ravaged slit. She panted, restraints holding her exposed, the glory hole empty but promising more. Footsteps shuffled on the other side—another stranger? Her heart hammered, pussy still twitching, wondering what she'd just gotten herself into and in her foggy mind missing all the implications of what was happening inside her unprotected womb having never been worried about having sex with a man, always only been with a woman. And the night was far from over.