The next day seemed to pass by in a hazy blur for Amanda, the minutes slipped by without her really noticing. That evening at the dinner table she asked her parents for permission to go over to her friend Jenny's house on Saturday for a movie night. Her parents exchanged glances before agreeing, cautioning her to be responsible and stay out of trouble. Amanda thanked them, her alibi set for having to go see Mr. Reynolds.

Later that night, while Amanda was in her room, her father and mother were sitting on the couch in the living room reading. Her father looked up from his book and said, “Mr. Reynolds stopped by my office today and asked me to come over to his house on Saturday night. He said he wanted to have a team building night with the guys in the office.”

“Well, that sounds like fun. What time do you need to be there?" Amanda’s mother asked.

"7:30. I don’t think it will be too late of a night," her father replied before he continued reading.

Saturday arrived and the day dragged by agonizingly slowly for Amanda. By late afternoon, she found herself standing in front of her closet, agonizing over what to wear. Mr. Reynolds had told her to wear "something fun," but what did that even mean? She sorted through her clothes, nothing seeming quite right.

Finally, her eyes landed on a flirty sundress she'd gotten at the beginning of summer but hadn't worn yet. It was white with tiny pink flowers, thin spaghetti straps and a low-cut neckline that showed off more cleavage, such as it was, than she was used to.

Amanda slipped on the dress, feeling the softness of the material against her skin. She decided to forgo a bra and underpants, figuring there was no point in wearing them when she was just going to have to take them off. She looked at herself in the mirror, twirling slightly to make the skirt flare out. The dress was flirty and feminine, showing off her slender figure. She hoped Mr. Reynolds would find it "fun" enough.

As she was about to leave, Amanda hesitated. On impulse, she went to her mother's room and borrowed a tube of bright red lipstick. She carefully applied it, the bold color making her look older and more sophisticated. With a final glance in the mirror, she grabbed her purse and headed out.

The bike ride to Mr. Reynolds' house seemed both agonizingly long and far too short. As she approached, Amanda's stomach churned with a mixture of dread and anticipation. As she rode up the driveway, the garage door opened. Mr. Reynolds came out the front door and told her to leave her bike in the garage. She did as directed and walked to the front door, her heart pounding.

Mr. Reynolds greeted her as she approached, his eyes roaming appreciatively over her outfit. "My, don't you look delightful," he said with a smile. "Come in, my dear."

Amanda stepped inside, acutely aware of how the thin fabric of her dress clung to her curves. Mr. Reynolds closed the door behind her looked at her, “Give me a little twirl, let me see that fun dress.”

Amanda twirled in place, the ruffled bottom of the dress rising as she spun revealing the cheeks of her ass. “Very nice, Amanda,” he said with a smile, then continued, “I took the liberty of spinning the wheel before you arrived and it landed on “Glory Hole”, so that will be the activity for the evening.

Amanda looked at him, her brow furrowed in confusion. “I- I don’t know what that is,” she said shyly.

Mr. Reynolds cheerfully said, "Well come with me and I will show you." He placed his hand on the small of her back and guided her towards a door off the living room. As they entered, Amanda saw it was a small closet with a single chair. What caught her eye immediately was a hole about waist high cut into one of the walls, maybe 3 to 4 inches in diameter with a small pillow on the floor in front of it.

"This, my dear, is a glory hole," Mr. Reynolds explained. "You'll stay in here and when a cock comes through the hole, you suck on it, just like you did the other day with me, until it cums. Simple as that. Oh, and you might want to remove that pretty dress, you don’t want to stain it like your mom’s lingerie."

Amanda's eyes widened in shock. "More- more than just you? Who else?" she stammered.

Mr. Reynolds smiled. "Oh, just a few friends of mine. Don't worry, they don't know who you are. To them, you're just an eager young mouth and tongue."

Amanda's stomach churned with a mixture of fear and unwanted arousal. The thought of sucking the cocks of multiple unknown men was terrifying, yet a small part of her found it thrilling.

"Now then," Mr. Reynolds continued, "you can just sit in that chair until a dick pokes through the hole and then you can get to work. And remember, no touching yourself, this is all about pleasing others." He shut the door and she heard the lock click in place.

With a sigh, Amanda kicked off her shoes and then removed her dress, hanging it on a hook on the back of the door along with her purse. She sat naked on the chair and waited, her heart racing, as she stared at the dark hole. After a few minutes, the tip of an erect penis poked through, followed by the shaft. She recognized it as Mr. Reynolds' penis from their previous encounter.

Taking a deep breath, Amanda got down on her knees, thankful for the pillow to kneel on. She leaned forward and took his penis into her mouth. She began to bob her head up and down his shaft, using her tongue to swirl around the tip just as he had taught her. She could hear Mr. Reynolds' muffled groans of pleasure from the other side of the wall.

After a few minutes, she felt his cock twitch and pulse. Remembering his instructions from last time, she kept sucking on him as he came, filling her mouth with slimy, salty semen. She couldn’t bring herself to swallow it so she just let it flow out of her mouth and down her chin covering her chest. Once he finished, he withdrew and Amanda waited a bit before sitting back down on the chair.

When another cock didn’t appear in the hole, Amanda grabbed her phone out of her purse and started scrolling through social media. When she looked at the time, it was 8:17, that is when she heard male voices on the other side of the wall. She set her phone aside, her eyes fixated on the ominous hole in the wall.

She didn't have to wait long before an erect penis appeared through the hole. This one was slightly smaller than Mr. Reynolds', with prominent veins along the shaft. Amanda got on her knees, leaning forward and taking it into her mouth, working it with her lips and tongue. As she sucked the cock, she heard the muffled voice of the man on the other side of the wall. "Oh yes," he groaned in pleasure, "suck my cock just like that. It feels fucking amazing." She thought the voice seemed faintly familiar, but she pushed it out of her mind, focusing on the task at hand. She bobbed her head up and down, her tongue swirling around the tip and eliciting more moans from behind the barrier.

As she continued pleasuring the unknown man, Amanda's mind raced. Who could it be? How many more would there be? Despite her initial reluctance, she found herself getting aroused by the anonymity and taboo nature of what she was doing. The cock in her mouth began to twitch, and soon her mouth was overflowing with another load of cum. As it withdrew, Amanda licked her lips, surprised to find herself eager for the next one.

Within seconds, another cock emerged through the hole. This one was smaller and not as thick as the previous two, but its head was a vibrant shade of purple and looked swollen with desire. Amanda couldn't help but be transfixed by the unique characteristics of each penis that appeared. Every detail, from length to color to girth, held a fascination for her.

Wetting her lips, Amanda took the new cock into her mouth. She heard a sharp intake of breath followed by, “Oh fuck,” from the other side as she swirled her tongue around the head. Encouraged by the response, she began to bob her head, taking him deeper with each pass. As she worked, Amanda could hear muffled voices from the other room. The thought of men she didn't know discussing her as she sucked cock sent a confusing mix of humiliation and excitement through her body.

This cock didn't last long before it began to pulse and throb. Amanda kept her lips wrapped around it as it erupted, filling her mouth with another load of cum. She swallowed instinctively this time, surprised at how easily it went down. As she waited for the next cock to appear, Amanda became acutely aware of how aroused she was. Her nipples were hard, and she could feel wetness between her legs. She longed to touch herself but remembered Mr. Reynolds' instructions not to.

The next penis that emerged was the largest yet - it was black and long and thick, with a pronounced curve. Amanda's eyes widened at the sight of it. She tentatively licked along its length before taking the head into her mouth. It stretched her lips as she tried to take more of it in, eliciting a groan from the other side of the wall.

Amanda's mouth and hands worked in tandem to pleasure the massive black cock, her body tingling with excitement. The dim light in the closet added to the sense of anonymity as she indulged in this unspeakable act. She couldn't deny the thrill of her mouth being used purely for these unknown men’s pleasure, a feeling that both shamed and excited her. She had never experienced anything like it before, and she was completely lost in the intoxicating mix of emotions and sensations.

When the huge cock finally came, it seemed to go on forever, pumping load after load of semen into her eager mouth. Amanda tried to swallow but it was too much and was filling her mouth too fast, it flowed out of her mouth and ran down her chin onto her breasts.

Over the next hour, Amanda sucked off ten additional cocks, all of different shapes, sizes and skin tones. By the time the last one ejaculated into her mouth, her jaw ached and her lips felt swollen. She was covered in dried and drying cum - it was matted in her hair, streaked across her face and chest, and had pooled on the pillow she was kneeling on. The small closet reeked of sex and semen.

Finally, after what felt like forever, Mr. Reynolds unlocked and opened the door. Amanda stood from the chair, acutely aware of her appearance and the dried sperm covering her body. He smiled at her, his eyes roaming appreciatively over her cum-covered figure. "You were quite the good little cocksucker tonight. You made a lot of men very happy," he said. "Why don't you go get cleaned up? You can use the shower in the guest bathroom down the hall."

Amanda nodded mutely and made her way to the bathroom. After she closed and locked the door, she looked at herself in the mirror, barely recognizing the young girl staring back at her. Her lips were puffy, hair disheveled, face and body coated with dry flaking cum, and her eyes held a mixture of shame and lust. She turned away from the reflection, not wanting to believe that it was real.

She turned on the shower and stepped under the spray, the hot water felt heavenly as it washed away the physical remnants of the evening. When she finished showering, she found a fluffy towel waiting for her. She dried off and wrapped it around herself before heading back to the living room. Mr. Reynolds was sitting on the couch, a glass of whiskey in his hand, her dress and purse sitting on the cushion next to him, her shoes on the floor.

"You should get dressed and head home now," he said softly, taking a sip of the amber liquid in his glass. Amanda removed the plush towel from her body and flung it across the back of the sofa, not as self-conscious about being nude in front of him. With graceful movements, she slid her dress down over her body and stepped into her shoes. As she reached for her purse, Mr. Reynolds spoke up. “I put a little something in your purse as a thank you for tonight,” he said, his voice filled with warmth and appreciation.

Amanda's heart raced with both excitement and fear as she opened her purse to find an envelope containing five crisp $100 bills. Her eyes widened in shock. “This- this is for me?” she asked, barely able to believe it was real.

"Yes, all for you sweetheart. Buy yourself something nice,” he answered with a charming smile. “Oh, and that package on the table over there is your mother's Babydoll, freshly cleaned."

Amanda just stared at him, conflicting emotions swirling inside her. One part of her knew she shouldn’t accept the money because if she did she was basically a whore. But the other part, the part she was ashamed to acknowledge, felt a thrill at being rewarded for letting those men use her.

"Thank you," she said softly, closing her purse and placing it over her shoulder. She picked up the package containing her mother's cleaned lingerie, grateful that at least that problem was solved.

Mr. Reynolds stood up and walked her to the door. "You were wonderful tonight, Amanda," he said, his hand squeezing her small butt. "I'll see you Monday afternoon at 2:00. I’ll leave it up to you on how you dress, I know you will pick out something that will make me happy."

As Amanda stepped outside, the cool night air hit her skin, making her shiver slightly. She retrieved her bike from the garage and began the ride home, her mind racing. The events of the evening played on repeat in her head - the parade of anonymous cocks, the taste of cum on her tongue, the sounds of pleasure from unseen men. She felt dirty and used, yet undeniably horny.

When she arrived home, the house was dark and quiet. Her parents must be in their bedroom already. She crept upstairs to her room, hiding the package with her mother's lingerie in the back of her closet. As she undressed for bed, she caught sight of herself in the mirror. The girl staring back at her looked different somehow - older, more experienced, with a hint of something dark in her eyes.

As she lay in bed, her mind again raced with memories of the evening - the feel of sucking off multiple cocks, the repeated explosion of cum in her mouth, the thrill of the anonymous nature of the act. Her hand drifted between her legs as she replayed the events, bringing herself to a quiet but intense orgasm.