Page 10 of Sugar Walls (Sweet Treats 5)

Humming a bit, I whip out a clear lip gloss and begin painting it over my lips. Happily, I smile at myself in the mirror and even do a small wiggle of joy. My breasts bounce in my sweater and I let out another joyous giggle. I can’t wait to be initiated. I can’t wait to meet the man who’s going to show me how to be a woman, and then to learn even more from all his friends.

It’s so dirty, but this is my dream come true. I want my kitty to be used, and I want it to be curved every which way from taking different hard poles inside. I want to feel stuffed and stretched to the extreme, while mewling my pleasure and throwing my head back with delight. It’s going to be so fun, and I’m excited.

As I’m washing my hands, suddenly a low growl sounds in the bathroom. What? What’s that? Oh wait, they’re doing construction at the Lodge. It must be the workers’ voices that I’m hearing in the distance. I turn on the spigot again and continue to rinse my hands.

But then, another low, guttural groan rumbles again, and I turn off the water to listen more closely. What the hell is that? Am I imagining things?

I turn to dry my hands on a towel, but then I see it. Holy shit! What is that?

Well, it’s totally clear what it is, actually. It’s a huge, throbbing male tool jutting out from the wall. The male member is deep purple and pulsing with a vein along the top. Its tip glistens with seed and I stare at it, completely shocked. Where did this come from? And why is it protruding from the wall? This isn’t some gimmicky towel rack purchased from a gag store. This is the real thing.

Then a deep voice rings out.

“Sugar, you want to taste a man?” the low growl says. “This is your chance.”

I stare, my mouth going dry. Is he serious? I look around the bathroom while practically hyperventilating. Oh my god, am I in some kind of booby-trapped fun-house carnival? What the hell is going on?

But then I realize that the polka dot wallpaper is cleverly disguising holes in the walls. What I thought were black polka dots are actually glory holes, and as realization floods my mind, the huge tool jerks again, as if beckoning me.

“Sugar, give it a taste,” the man’s voice growls persuasively. “This is the best way to know if you’re going to like the club or not.”

I stare at the male member. My cheeks flush, and to be honest, my entire body feels like it’s going hot. Is this really happening to me? Am I being propositioned at a glory hole, like some kind of cheap whore at a run-down gas station?

But then, I get a hold of myself. This isn’t some random place where folks go to hook up. This is Dads and Daughters, where everything is safe and controlled. This isn’t some random man. Instead, he must be a club member, and this entire room was clearly designed for a man’s pleasure. He’s offering me a chance to taste my first male pole, and to be honest, I’m quite titillated.

As if in a trance, I sink to my knees before the enormous member, and swallow thickly.

“That’s it,” the man’s voice comes again. “You’re going to need a lot of saliva because I’m big. Swallow a few more times to get yourself ready.”

Holy shit, these are the dirtiest instructions ever. But I want it, and I swallow obediently, forcing the lump down my throat.

“Scoot closer,” the low male voice commands.

I do, and now I’m almost eye-to-eye with the shaft.

“Good girl,” the male voice continues, although there’s an amused tone to his voice now. “Why don’t you take it in your mouth?”

Obediently, I part my lips and gently lick up against his head. A low groan sounds out on the other side of the wall, and a hot spurt of seed graces my tongue.

“Mmmm,” the man rasps. “Fuck, that was good.”

Emboldened, I decide to go for more. This time, I lean forward and take his entire purple helmet in my mouth, sucking gently. Again, his shaft jerks and a bit of seed spurts into my mouth. I’m surprised and choke a bit, leaning back to cough.

“It’s okay,” the voice says while I’m hacking away. “You’re going to be fine. A girl’s first time is always a bit different, but you’re going to be okay, sweetheart. Now, Sugar. Take another sip at the fount. I promise, it’s going to be good.”

Swallowing again, I lean forward and part my lips once more. This time, I hold his shaft in one small fist and attach my mouth to the head. Then while sucking, I run my hand up and down that massive girth, enjoying the stiff hardness encased in velvety skin.

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