Amy pushed open the door to the tiny ladies’ room, the door clicking shut behind her in the cramped space. The restaurant’s Mom-and-Pop vibe meant no frills: just a sink, a mirror, and the toilet squeezed against the wall. She locked the door, her short skirt riding up her thighs as she hiked it higher. Her fingers hooked the thin strap of her thong, yanking it aside to expose her shaved pussy.

She lowered herself onto the seat, a quick stream of piss hitting the water below. Relief washed over her, but as she sat there, wiping herself with a rough square of paper, her eyes wandered to the wall beside the toilet.

There was a hole punched through the thin partition, about waist-high, edged with a smooth glory hole that gleamed under the harsh fluorescent light. ‘What the fuck?’ Amy thought, her curiosity spiking. She finished up, tugging her thong back into place but not bothering to smooth her skirt. Leaning forward, she peered into the dark opening, her breath catching in her throat.

“Oh my God!”

The words burst out of her before she could stop them. On the other side, in the men’s room, a guy stood there, his back partially turned as he finished shaking off his piss. His cock, thick, heavy, swung free in his hand, longer and girthier than anything she’d seen up close. She jerked back upright, heart pounding, cheeks flushing hot. But damn, she had to look again. Drawn like a magnet, she bent down once more, eyes glued to the sight.

He heard her. The first gasp had caught his ear through the wall, and now her blurted curse made him pause. The unseen man smirked to himself, his pulse quickening at the thrill of an audience. He turned slowly toward the hole, letting his huge cock dangle heavy between his legs, the veined shaft flopping about obscenely. He stepped closer, positioning himself right in front of the opening, knowing she was watching.

Amy’s mouth went dry. “Holy shit, that’s a big cock,” she whispered, louder than she meant, her voice echoing slightly in the small room.

She couldn’t tear her eyes away. It was massive, easily twice the length of Kyle’s pathetic little dick, with a girth that made her pussy clench just imagining it stretching her. Her boyfriend’s thing was fine for quick fucks at home, but this? This was a monster, the kind that promised to ruin her for anything smaller. She shifted on the seat, her thong growing damp against her folds as heat built between her legs.

The man chuckled low, the sound rumbling through the wall. He gripped the base of his cock, giving it a slow stroke, watching the hole for any sign of her. “You like what you see, sweetheart?” he said in a deep, confident tone, carrying that dominant edge that made her nipples harden under her top.

He pumped his fist once, twice, feeling the blood rush back in, the head swelling fat and purple. Amy bit her lip, her curious eyes wide and bold now. She was out to dinner with Kyle, for fuck’s sake, her steady guy, the one who thought she was a nice girl. But here she was, glued to a glory hole in a public bathroom, craving a stranger’s huge dick.

“That’s a gorgeous cock you have there, mister,” she said, her voice husky, mesmerized by the way it throbbed in his hand. “So much bigger than my boyfriend’s penis. His is ... tiny. Nothing like this.”

The words tumbled out, a mix of awe and confession, her hand slipping down to rub her thong-covered pussy through the fabric. The public thrill hit her hard. The risk of Kyle waiting at the table, oblivious, while she eyed this beast next door.

He leaned in closer to the hole, his cock now fully hard, jutting out like a challenge. The glory hole framed it perfectly, inches from Amy’s face if she dared. “Bet that little dick of his doesn’t fill you up right,” he taunted, stroking faster, the slick sound audible through the wall. Pre-cum beaded at the tip, glistening. He loved this, exposing himself to some horny chick, teasing her until she begged. “Come on, take a closer look. Touch it if you want.”

Her breath came in short pants, the scent of her own arousal mixing with the faint bleach smell of the bathroom. Amy’s small tits heaved as she leaned in, her face so close she could smell his musky skin. Her desire twisted into something hotter. She wanted to watch him jerk that massive thing until he came, splattering the wall. Or more, her mind flashed to Kyle’s face, cuckolded without even knowing, while she wrapped her lips around this stranger’s girth. Her fingers pressed harder against her clit, circling through the thong, pussy lips swelling with need.

“God, it’s so thick,” she murmured, voice trembling. “I bet it would wreck my tight little pussy.”

The man groaned, his hand flying over his shaft now, the urgent rhythm building. He pressed the head right against the plastic rim, offering it as if it were a prize.

“That’s right, watch me. Imagine it splitting you open while your boyfriend waits,” he said.

The tension coiled tight, her boldness pushing her closer, fingers dipping under her thong to stroke her wet slit directly. She was soaked, thighs slick, the public danger only making her ache more for whatever came next.

Amy’s fingers delved deeper under the edge of her thong, slipping past the soaked fabric to plunge into her slick pussy. Two digits curled inside her, stroking the velvety walls that clenched hungrily around them. A soft moan escaped her lips, muffled but urgent, as she watched the unseen man’s thick cock press harder against the glory hole.

The head bulged against it, the veined shaft throbbing visibly, just inches from her face. Her heart hammered in her chest, the thrill of this forbidden game in the dingy bathroom making her drip even more. Kyle was out there, probably checking his phone, clueless that his girlfriend was finger-fucking herself to a stranger’s monster dick.

The man on the other side growled low, his hand gripping his base as he thrust forward, rubbing the fat tip against the smooth edge of the ring. “You hear that wet sound, slut? That’s you getting ready for a real cock,” he taunted, his voice rough and commanding through the wall.

He could sense her desperation, the way her breath came in ragged bursts. Pre-cum smeared the plastic, a shiny trail that made Amy’s mouth water. He pushed again, the pressure making the ring flex slightly, teasing the air near her aching pussy even though she was still seated, legs spread wide on the toilet.

Her free hand braced against the wall for balance as she pumped her fingers faster, the squelch of her juices filling the small space. God, she needed more, needed that huge thing to stretch her, to make her forget Kyle’s inadequate prick forever. The public risk amped everything up. Anyone could knock, interrupt this filthy secret. But that only made her bolder.

Amy leaned in closer, her small tits pressing against her top, nipples scraping the fabric. Her lips brushed the edge of the hole, soft and tentative, her hot breath ghosting over the tip of his cock. The musky scent of him hit her, salty skin and arousal, mixing with her own tangy wetness. Her pulse raced, lust coiling tight in her belly as she imagined sucking him off right here, cuckolding Kyle in the most depraved way.

“Yeah, that’s it. Get your pretty mouth right up to it,” the man urged, his tone dripping with dominance.

He savored her hesitation, the way she trembled on the edge. With a deliberate shove, he forced the head of his cock through the hole, the glory hole stretching around the girth as it poked into her side of the bathroom. It bobbed there, thick and insistent, veins pulsing under the taut skin, the slit weeping more pre-cum.

“Take it. Wrap those lips around what your boyfriend could never give you.”

Amy’s eyes widened, locked on the invading shaft. It was even bigger up close, dwarfing anything Kyle had ever offered, long enough to choke her, wide enough to split her jaw. Her fingers stilled inside her pussy, now clenching emptily around nothing as she stared, mesmerized. The thrill surged through her. She was the voyeur turned participant, exposed in this tiny room while he displayed himself like a prize.

Trembling, she parted her lips, tongue darting out to taste the air near him. Her breath quickened, coming in shallow pants that fogged the tip. She leaned forward, ready to envelop him, to feel that thick cock slide over her tongue and down her throat. The danger of it all, Kyle waiting, the thin wall, the unlocked potential of discovery, made her pussy throb harder, juices trickling down her thighs.

He held still, letting the anticipation build, his cock twitching in invitation. “Don’t make me wait, baby. Show me how bad you want this big dick ruining you for that small-dicked loser.”

Amy’s mind spun with cuckold fantasies, picturing Kyle’s shocked face if he knew, pushing her over the edge. Her lips hovered, quivering, the heat of him radiating against her skin. One more inch, and she’d be lost in the suck, the public depravity consuming her completely.

But she paused, savoring the tease, her hand resuming its work between her legs, fingers plunging deep as she eyed his offering. The man’s low chuckle vibrated through the wall, urging her on, the tension stretching taut like a wire ready to snap.

Amy’s resolve shattered like glass under pressure. Her lips parted wider, stretching to accommodate the invading girth as she leaned forward, enveloping the thick head of the unseen man’s cock in her warm mouth. The salty tang of his pre-cum burst across her tongue, slick and musky, making her hum with immediate hunger.

She sucked gently at first, lips sealing around the ridge, her tongue swirling over the slit to lap up more of that leaking essence. The glory hole pressed against her cheeks, a cold reminder of the wall separating them, but it only fueled the fire in her core. God, he was huge. Her jaw ached already from the stretch, veins throbbing against her inner lips like live wires pulsing with need.

The man groaned from the other side, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through the barrier and into her bones. “Fuck, yeah, just like that. Suck on that fat cock, you dirty girl.”

He didn’t rush. Instead, thrusting slowly, inching deeper into Amy’s mouth with deliberate control. Each push built the tension, his shaft sliding over her tongue, filling her until the head nudged the back of her throat. Amy’s eyes watered, but she didn’t pull back. The size play thrilled her. This monster dwarfs Kyle’s pathetic attempts in her mind. She imagined her boyfriend out there, sipping his drink, oblivious to how a real man was claiming her mouth right now.

Her free hand slipped under the edge of her thong again, fingers finding her swollen clit and rubbing in tight, urgent circles. The raw secret thrill consumed her, the public bathroom’s thin door, the risk of footsteps in the hall, the exhibitionist display of his cock through the hole. Juices coated her thighs, her shaved pussy clenching around nothing as she worked herself harder, matching the slow rhythm of his thrusts.

Soft moans bubbled around his shaft, muffled by the fullness in her mouth, sending vibrations up his length. She was lost in it, the cuckold fantasy sharpening every sensation: Kyle’s small penis couldn’t compare, couldn’t make her this wet, this desperate in a place where anyone could hear.

He picked up the pace gradually, hips rocking forward as he fed more of himself through the hole. The cock slid deeper now, veins pulsing against Amy’s tongue with each withdrawal and plunge, the slick sounds of her sucking filling the cramped space. Amy gasped around him, air whistling through her nose as she took him greedily, her small tits heaving with the effort.

Her fingers plunged alongside the clit-rubbing, two digits curling into her dripping pussy, stretching herself in mimicry of what she craved. The rhythm intensified, the man’s thrusts growing firmer, the glory hole creaking under the pressure. She craved more, more depth, more dominance, the way he owned her mouth without even seeing her face.

The public danger twisted the lust tighter in her gut. What if Kyle knocked? What if another patron needed the bathroom and caught the wet slurps echoing off the tiles? The thought made her clit throb under her fingers, her body surrendering fully to the filthy glory hole. She hollowed her cheeks, sucking harder as he bottomed out, her throat relaxing to take the head. Pre-cum mixed with her saliva, dribbling down her chin, but she didn’t care. This was raw, urgent, the exhibitionist high peaking as his balls brushed the wall on a deep thrust.

“That’s my slut,” he rasped, voice thick with arousal. “Choke on it while your boy’s waiting. Bet he’d cum in his pants if he knew.”

Amy’s mind reeled, the cuckolding edge pushing her closer to the brink. Her pussy spasmed around her fingers, clit pulsing wildly as she rubbed faster, the dual assault of mouth and hand overwhelming. His cock twitched in her mouth, veins swelling thicker, signaling his building release. She moaned louder, the sound escaping despite her efforts, her body arching toward the wall. The thrill of being caught, of this stranger’s huge dick ruining her for Kyle forever, made everything sharper, the salty taste, the stretch in her jaw, the slick heat between her legs. She was his now, in this hidden moment, the glory hole her gateway to depraved freedom.

But he held back, thrusting with controlled urgency, drawing out the torment. Amy’s gasps turned ragged, her fingers a blur on her clit, chasing the edge without tipping over. The tension coiled unbearably, the public risk humming like electricity in the air. She wanted him to flood her mouth, to mark her as his secret whore, but he teased, pulling back just enough to make her whine around the tip. The man’s chuckle rumbled again, low and promising more, as the door to the restaurant swung faintly in the distance, someone approaching, maybe Kyle, maybe not. Her heart slammed, lust spiking higher, pulling her deeper into the surrender.

Amy’s pulse thundered in her ears, the faint creak of the restaurant door echoing like a warning shot. Footsteps shuffled closer in the hallway, too muffled to pinpoint, but close enough to send ice through her veins, mixed with the scorching heat pooling in her gut. She froze for a split second, the unseen man’s cock still halfway in her mouth, its thick veins twitching against her tongue.

But the pause only made him pulse harder, the shaft swelling with urgent dominance right through the glory hole, pressing insistently against her stretched lips. It was like he owned the moment, claiming her despite the risk, his confidence intoxicating as it washed over her.

She couldn’t stop now. Amy pressed her lips tighter around him, sealing her mouth in a wet, desperate grip and swallowing deeper, forcing her throat to relax around the invading girth. The slick veins dragged over her tongue, each ridge salty and pulsing, filling her with the raw taste of his arousal. pre-cum oozed steadily now, coating her palate in thick, musky spurts that made her hum low in her chest, the vibration rippling back to him.