Caroline headed straight for the sex shop, where there was something she had to do, striding confidently through the door.

The same girl as last week was at the counter - Elise, according to her name tag.

"Hi there. I was wondering when I'd see you again."

"You were?"

"Mhm," Elise nodded, with a smile, "so, did you want to check out some of our toys more ... thoroughly?

"I can help you choose something, if you like - I'm quite an expert."

Caroline though that was probably true, but sex toys wasn't why she was here ... why was she here?

"No, thank you. I don't think that's what I want."

"OK, then. DVDs, maybe?"

Warmer - definitely warmer.

"Perhaps ..."

"We've got a really good selection on the racks. Or, you could go upstairs and watch some of them right now, in our video booths."

Much warmer.

"Video booths?"

"Yes," Elise leaned closer, speaking in a low voice, as if sharing a wicked secret, "some of them even have gloryholes."

Between her breasts, the pendant gave a sudden, powerful pulse of heat. That was it! The gloryholes - that's what she was supposed to do here. Caroline felt a sudden jolt of recognition, despite not having the faintest idea what a gloryhole was.

"Yes. That's it. I want to use the gloryholes," Caroline announced in a cheerful voice that carried around the store. Embarrassed, she blushed and lowered her voice, "Er, I mean, if that's OK?"

Elise chuckled, and handed her a fistful of small metal tokens, "It's more than OK, sweetie. Here you go, have a great time. Up the stairs, and pick any booth without a light on above the door - number 14 is my favorite"

"Umm, thanks. But, don't I have to pay?"

"Honey, if a lovely little thing like you wants to come in and use the gloryholes, believe me, we'd be happy to pay you."

Caroline was puzzled by this, but was too embarrassed by now to ask for any more information. Elise's obvious flirting was confusing her, too. She didn't want the other girl to think she was completely clueless - even if she was. So, clutching her tokens, Caroline headed through the store to the stairs.

Her earlier confidence was starting to fade, a little, and the many glances she was getting from the customers - all men - as she walked past the display racks were starting to make her a little nervous. She pressed her hand over the pendant hanging beneath her dress, taking comfort in its steady warmth.

The stairs were those modern type that looked a bit like a ladder, where the steps were completely open at the back, and Caroline realized that anyone standing below - the two or three men currently browsing that section of the DVDs, for instance - would have a clear view up her dress to her shaven twat.

She hesitated, uncertain about what to do. This was the only way up to the gloryholes, and that's where she needed to be. So, she decided to brazen it out, taking the steps a little quicker than she might otherwise have done. She heard a small gasp of surprise from below her, but kept her eyes forward, not wanting to meet the gaze of whoever it was she had just flashed.

Finally, Caroline found herself in a corridor with a row of identical doors, quite close together. None of the lights above the doors was on, so she had her pick of the booths. Choosing Elise's favorite, booth number fourteen, Caroline opened the door and stepped inside.

~ * ~ * ~

The booth was dimly lit - the only illumination coming from a little red bulb above the door, leaving the corners in deep shadow. Caroline examined the small room, curiously. There was a screen mounted in one wall - it was off at the moment, but a small sign on the wall instructed her to feed her tokens into the coin slot - and a red vinyl armchair.

The other interesting feature was the holes - the gloryholes, she supposed. Each of the side walls had two holes at roughly waist height, several inches across and about three feet apart. Caroline crouched down to peer through, and could just about make out identical booths to either side, just as dim and dark as her own.

Well, she was here now, and had a fistful of tokens. So, she might as well see what all the fuss was about. Caroline sat down in the chair, fed a few tokens into the slot, and the TV screen sprang to life, the flickering glow lighting the room.

The booth was suddenly filled with the loud moans and cries of the woman who was being very thoroughly fucked on the TV screen. She was on her back, on a bed, with a man standing on the floor in front of her, holding her legs wide as his huge cock pistoned in and out of her.

Caroline gasped, and covered her mouth with her hand. OK, she'd seen a little bit of porn, before - she did use the Internet, after all. But, this was different - it was so big and loud, and the picture on the screen was just so vivid, she couldn't help but be shocked. She hurriedly pressed the button next to the coin slot, thinking it would turn off the TV.

Instead, it just changed the channel. Now, there was a different man fucking a woman from behind as she knelt on her hands and knees, her face buried between the legs of another woman as she licked and sucked on her pussy. The moans and cries were just as loud, but Caroline was getting over her initial shock, and she lingered to watch for a few moments, her hand clutching the pendant through her dress as she watched the three people on the screen. Judging by the sounds the women were making, they seemed to be having a lot more fun than she remembered having, the few times she'd had sex.

This must have been a preview channel or something, because now the image changed by itself. There was a woman on her knees, sucking a man's cock as he stood over her - his head out of the camera's view. Caroline watched, fascinated, as the long, thick shaft slid between her lips, glistening with her saliva as she bobbed her head back and forth.

After a short while, the man took his cock out of her mouth and started jacking off, the head pointing at her face as she knelt, her mouth open wide. With a loud grunt, he came - thick, ropy strands of jizz shooting from his cock, some landing in her mouth and the rest spattering her face.

Caroline watched with a dry mouth, her teeth biting down on her lower lip as the sight of the woman taking a hot cum facial held her spellbound. Her heart was beating hard, and she felt a tingling between her legs, suddenly very conscious of the slick vinyl beneath her bare thighs.

The scene on the TV changed again - another woman, naked and on her knees, but this time not just one man. She knelt at the center of a ring of hard cocks, moving her mouth from one to the next - her hands busy, too, as she stroked their shafts. In this scene, the men were more aggressive, grabbing her hair to pull her mouth onto their cocks, or to shove her face forward onto someone else's.

They called her names as they did it - 'slut', 'whore', 'fuck-toy', 'bitch', telling her to suck their cocks deeper and harder, saying that they knew she loved it. She wasn't just sucking their cocks - they were fucking her face hard, forcing their shafts all the way into her throat and making her gag, her eye makeup running down her face as she fought not to choke on their cocks.

Caroline couldn't take her eyes off the screen. This scene was amazing - to be treated like that, as if she were nothing but a toy for the pleasure of this group of anonymous men. Caroline wondered why any woman would let herself be used like that, but soon found an answer in the throbbing of her pussy and the ache from her hard nipples, as she imagined herself in that situation. How would it feel to be the center of all that testosterone - all those hard cocks jutting out in front of her face while the men took turns shoving them into her mouth? The pendant, held tightly in her fist, was pulsing with heat, as if it were a beating heart, almost painfully hot.

Without her thinking about it, Caroline's hand crept between her legs. Lifting the hem of her short dress, she exposed the moist and swollen lips of her pussy, her fingers stroking absently as she watched the scene.

The men had now stopped fucking the woman's face, and she waited with her mouth open wide as they jerked off all around her. Caroline's fingers were rubbing at her pussy harder now - working back and forth over the hood of her clitoris. Her breath came in short pants as she pinched and rubbed her nipples with her other hand, squeezing and tugging them through the material of her dress.

She shrugged the straps off her shoulders and pulled the dress down, so that she could touch her nipples directly. As she slid down in the seat, her dress rode up until it was gathered around her waist. She was letting out moans of her own, now, her eyes glued to the screen where jets of hot cum were landing on the woman's face, plastering her hair to her forehead and filling her mouth.

Caroline had never seen anything quite like this, before - it was just so nasty and degrading and disgusting and ... hot. How could she be getting so turned on by watching it? Her pussy was absolutely drenched, and her nipples were so hard they ached. As the camera zoomed in on the woman's cum-covered face, Caroline gave a small gasp as she came - just a small orgasm, nothing earth-shattering, but still more than she'd had in a very long time.

The scene on the TV changed again, and Caroline sat up a little straighter in her chair. She glanced around the room and froze, even her heart seeming to stop beating. Behind one of the gloryholes, she could see the glimmer of someone's eye - she was being watched.

How long had they been there? Had they watched her masturbate - getting so turned on by that degrading porn movie that she actually came? Caroline hurriedly covered herself - one arm across her breasts, covering her pussy with her other hand, turning her head away to look back at the TV screen.

The anonymous stranger must have seen everything, and Caroline's cheeks burned with embarrassment and humiliation. She felt so ashamed, and yet ... there was a part of her that was gleeful - pleased that she'd been watched like this. Yes, it was humiliating that she had been watched by a total stranger while she masturbated herself to orgasm, but it was a turn on, as well. She thought about whoever was behind the wall, imagining him stroking his cock while he watched her. Had she made him hard? She'd bet she had.

Caroline risked another quick glance at the gloryhole. That gleaming eye was still there - watching and waiting to see what she would do next.

The scene on the TV was starting to heat up. It was another one girl with multiple guys thing - in fact, it looked like the same girl. Maybe she was a famous porn star, or something. This time, she was getting fucked on her hands and knees, the men taking turns with both her pussy and her mouth. Caroline could see glistening shafts pumping into her at both ends, with more hard cocks surrounding her. The men were stroking their cocks as they waited their turn to stick them into her hot, wet holes.

Caroline kept her face towards the screen, but at the very edge of her vision she could just about make out the glimmer of the watching eye. Slowly, she lowered the arm that was covering her breasts, revealing the firm mounds once more, her nipples sticking out like bullets. Was it her imagination, or did she hear a soft, male moan coming from the other side of the wall? It was hard to tell above the louder moans and groans coming from the TV. She cupped her breasts in her hands, almost as if she were offering them to someone, tweaking her nipples - pinching and tugging on them until she let out a soft moan of her own.

She let herself slide down in the seat again, her long, slender legs out in front of her. She spread them wide, knowing he would have a clear view of her puffy, swollen nether lips, shining with her own juices. Feeling deliciously wicked, she reached down and spread her lips wider with her fingers, showing off the shining pink flesh inside as she started flicking at her clitoris. This time, there was no question about it - her watching admirer gave a loud moan. She imagined him stroking himself, hand sliding up and down his thick shaft just like the men in the porn movie.

The actress was about to get fucked in the ass, now. The camera had zoomed in to show a close-up as she put her hands on her own ass-cheeks and pulled, spreading them apart to reveal the tight pucker of her anus.

Caroline watched as the head of a large cock was slowly pushed into her ass, stretching her wide. OK, she was paid to pretend, but the actress sounded like she was having a pretty good time as more and more of the hard length was pushed into her. Caroline forgot all about being watched, and just focused on the screen, rubbing hard at her clit and pinching and tugging on her nipples - bringing herself closer and closer to her next climax, one she could already feel would be a lot bigger than the last one.

She spotted movement off to one side, and turned to look at the gloryhole again. The gleaming eye of her watcher had disappeared. In its place, a long, thick cock was being slowly pushed through the hole, into the booth with her.