The Glory Hole in the Train Station Restroom E-Book

Franka Lewin

• Herausgeber: epubli
• Kategorie: Abenteuer, Thriller, Horror
• Sprache: Englisch

Veröffentlichungsjahr: 2025

Beschreibung

The Glory Hole in the Train Station Restroom Two intrepid cleaning workers discover a mysterious hole behind a locked door – and plunge into unbridled, passionate sex orgies with anonymous strangers. A tense, erotic trip full of lust, greed, and unbridled pleasures in the hidden heart of a busy train station.

Leseprobe

Title:The Glory Hole in the

Train Station Restroom

Author:Franka Lewin

Biography:

Franka Lewin was born in North Rhine-Westphalia in 1987 and now lives with her dog and a wealth of ideas in a small town near Cologne. After various jobs in the catering and event industry, she discovered her passion for writing – preferably direct, sensual, and uninhibited. Her erotic stories are about strong women, wild nights, and boundless desire. When she's not writing, she listens to techno or sits on her balcony with a coffee.

Chapter 1 – The new job

"Honestly, this place stinks worse than a pigpen after a midsummer rain," Leonie cursed, demonstratively holding her nose as she shuffled through the damp tiles of the station restroom with her bright blue mop. Her blonde hair was tied up in a messy bun, already soaked with sweat and steam from the musty room. Next to her, Mara blew through her lips and grinned crookedly.

"Come on, Princess, don't get into that new uniform right away," Mara mocked, kicking an empty beer can into the next cubicle. "You said you wanted a part-time job with excitement."

"Suspense, yes. Not piss on your shoes and toilet paper in your hair," Leonie countered, staring at the countless graffiti on the walls with the innocent gaze of a 21-year-old. "What the hell does 'titty-fuck prohibited in the track area' mean?"

“Probably exactly what"It's all about that," Mara said dryly. The 24-year-old was a bit more hardened, her dark curls tied in a braid, her cleaning shirt untied, so that her bare midriff glistened with a drop of sweat. "I'll tell you something: I find this place hot. Just imagine how many people come through here. How many secret sex sessions are going on in these cubicles. The whole station is one big open secret."

Leonie rolled her eyes, but secretly she was fascinated. She was new to the city, having fled from the countryside, where people still whispered when a woman kissed two men at once. Mara, on the other hand, was open, direct—and just as bisexual as Leonie, even though she had preferred to keep it to herself until now.

"Here, look," Mara said suddenly, leaning toward a partition between the cubicles. She tapped a circular hole at hip height, just under ten centimeters wide and seemingly deliberately sawn out. "Well, what do you say?"

Leonie blinked. "A... hole?"

"Not just any hole, little one. A glory hole." She laughed dirty. "Ever heard of it?"

"Um... yeah. So... in porn movies," Leonie stammered, taking a step closer. The hole was indeed precisely sawn, the edges smooth, no accident. On the other side: the men's restroom.

“And who has this...?” She paused.

Mara grinned. "Probably not the janitor. I bet there are more cocks in here than you can imagine."

Leonie swallowed dryly. Her gaze was fixed on the dark hole, as if it held a magical pull. Something about the idea— a man, invisible, anonymous, simply pushing his penis through, waiting on the other side—sent a warm shiver down her spine.

“Have you ever...?” she began, but Mara just shook her head slowly.

"Not yet. But I'm up for it." She stepped close to the hole, leaning forward with mock curiosity, as if she wereon the other hand, expect an invitation. "Imagine... he doesn't know who you are. You don't know who he is. Just lust. Just flesh. No name, no face."

Leonie bit her lip. Her crotch was getting wet. There was nothing she could do about it.

"So... you would... really...?" she asked hesitantly.

Mara turned to her, her gaze sharp, charged with a mixture of challenge and desire.

“Wouldn’t you?”

The question hung between them. Outside, a train rushed through the station. A dozen footsteps, clattering suitcase wheels, voices – and yet this restroom suddenly felt like another world. Isolated. Secret. Forbidden.

"Maybe..." Leonie murmured, stepping closer to the hole herself. She bent slightly, feeling the warmth seeping through the old, damp masonry. Her fingers touched the smooth edge, and she closed her eyes briefly.

"If you want... we can just wait," Mara said suddenly. "Just see if anyone puts something in there. I mean, this isn't there by chance."

Leonie hesitated, then nodded. "Okay. But just look."

Mara giggled. "Just looking, of course."

They pushed their cleaning cart slightly to the side and sat down on two folded cleaning rags directly opposite the hole. The minutes passed. Voices on the other side. Footsteps. Doors slamming.

And then – a rustling sound. Quiet breathing. Suddenly, quite unexpectedly, something pushed through the hole: a cock. Half-erect, pulsing, still hesitant. Leonie gasped quietly for air.

“Shit…” she breathed.

Mara leaned forward. "Not bad. Thick. Clean-shaven. I like that kind of thing."

Leonie stared at the penis, which slowly continued to swell. The vein on the underside was clearly visible, and the glans glistened wetly.

“Do you want to?” asked Mara.

"I... I don't know."

Mara shrugged. "Then me."

She slowly leaned forward, stuck out her tongue, and gently stroked the head of the penis. The man groaned audibly through the wall. Leonie flinched, fascinated and aroused at the same time. Mara swirled her tongue, letting saliva run over the shaft, slowly taking it deeper into her mouth.

“Mhmmm... it tastes good,” she murmured with her mouth full.

Leonie shifted restlessly in her seat. Her nipples were hard through her thin shirt. Her panties were wet. She couldn't help herself – she reached between her legs and gently rubbed herself through the fabric.

"Do you want to try it?" Mara briefly pulled the cock out of her mouth and gestured with her hand. Leonie nodded, as if hypnotized. Her lips trembled as she bent over, tentatively sticking out her tongue—and touched a stranger's cock for the first time.

It was warm, hard, slightly salty. Her heart raced.

"See, it works," Mara giggled. "Swallow well, sweetie."

Leonie let herself drift. Her lips wrapped around the head, sucking gently, feeling the man begin to tremble. Mara placed her hand on Leonie's head and pushed it a little deeper. Together they worked on the flesh, alternating, licking in sync, sucking, and stroking with their tongues and lips until the man came, panting.

A hot gush poured over Leonie's tongue. She choked briefly, then swallowed. Her eyes shone, her cheeks flushed.

"Holy shit..." she breathed. "I... just..."

"Made a stranger cum through a hole," Mara finished. "Welcome to the club, little one."

They both laughed, exhausted, excited, and yet somehow proud. In that dirty, smelly train station restroom, they had found something that felt more real than anything they had ever experienced.

And they knew – that was only theBeginning.

Chapter 2 – The first time

The next day they were back. Earlier than necessary, with washed hair, freshly shaved, and that strange mixture of nervousness and anticipation that hung between them like an electric spark. The station was, as always, hectic, loud, and anonymous—but for Mara and Leonie, it had become a secret playground. One where they had only just begun to discover their roles.

"So... let's pretend to clean, shall we?" Leonie asked quietly as she pushed the mop aimlessly through the entrance of the ladies' restroom.

"Sure. We're the innocent toilet attendants who just happen to like sucking," Mara replied with a dirty grin and a sideways glance that cut Leonie to the core. "And today we're trying something new."

“What?” Leonie’s voice was quiet, trembling slightly, as if she were afraid of the answer—or secretly longing for it.

“You’ll see.”

Leonie swallowed dryly. Her legs were restless, the moist tingling between her thighs hadn't left her since yesterday. Again and again, she had caught herself looking at the hole, imagining what the next cock would taste like. The thought of pleasuring a complete stranger so intimately, so uninhibitedly, had barely let her sleep that night – and had brought her to multiple wet orgasms.

Mara had written to her in a late-night voice message:"I want to see you on all fours, slobbering on that hole, sweetie."

Leonie had heard this news three times – and fingered herself each time.

Now they stood in front of the hole again. It seemed like a dark abyss, as if it were a magical portal unleashing lust in another dimension. For a moment, neither of them said anything. Then Mara stepped forward.

“There it is again.”

Leonie followed her gaze. Another penis protruded through the hole—this time completely erect, thick, with a slightly curved shape and prominent veins. The skin was pale, the glans plump, with a small drop of precum at the tip.

"Okay, I want to go first," Leonie said suddenly, determined. She felt courage flare up within her, coupled with a greed that surprised even her.

Mara stepped aside and grinned. "Well then, show me how greedy you are."

Leonie knelt on the old cleaning sheet, moved close to the hole, and examined the cock up close. She ran two fingers along the underside, then stroked the head, letting the precum cling to it. The man on the other side moaned audibly through the wall.

Slowly, she leaned forward and swirled her tongue around. Hesitantly at first, then more boldly. The taste was intense, warm, masculine. A dirty, honest taste that made her instantly wet.

She sucked gently, feeling the cock move slightly, the way the man was obviously trying to penetrate her deeper. But she took her time. First she just played with her tongue, then she slowly took him deeper. Her lips were soft, wet, hungry.

“Holy shit, you can do this,” Mara gasped.

Leonie didn't answer; she was lost in thought. Her right hand reached into her pants, found her wet slit, and rubbed herself in slow circles as she took the cock deeper. Her throat opened, she gagged only slightly, wanting to feel him completely. Her eyes watered, her nipples hard beneath the fabric. Her left hand held the shaft while she worked with her mouth— rhythmically, pleasurably, greedily.

“I think he’s coming,” Mara said suddenly.

And indeed: The cock twitched. Leonie felt the pulsing, the swelling – and then a hot gush of cum shot into her throat. She swallowed immediately, reflexively, gagged, then a second, thickerA stream that poured over her tongue. A final drop landed on her lower lip.

She pulled back, licked her mouth, her fingers still active between her legs. She trembled.

"Oh God... I... I fingered myself while I was giving him a blowjob..." she gasped.

Mara knelt down next to her, reached between Leonie's legs, and took over the rubbing. "So? Hot?"

Leonie just nodded, her eyes glazed over. "Keep going... please..."

Mara pressed her lips to Leonie's, kissing her with the taste of cum still in her mouth, licking her as her fingers increased in speed. Leonie moaned loudly, threw her head back, and came in a short, violent wave, twitching and clinging to Mara.

"Shit... that was..." she whispered.

"Just the beginning," grinned Mara. "Now it's my turn."

She pulled Leonie aside, sat down in front of the hole, licked her lips provocatively andknocked lightly on the partition. "Hey, sweetie, send another one over. We're not full yet."

Less than a minute later, a new cock slipped through the hole. This one was slightly darker, thicker, with a prominent foreskin. Mara licked it like ice cream, then let it slide between her breasts, which she had freed from her cleaning shirt.

“Do you want to fuck him or suck him?” asked Leonie.

"Both," Mara laughed. She bent down low, took the head between her lips, and swirled her tongue underneath it while she pressed her tits around the shaft and moved them up and down. "He likes it that way, I bet?"

Leonie sat next to her, fingering herself again, watching everything with her mouth open. The sight of Mara with her bare tits, the cock pushing through her, the wet smacking—it was like a dirty porn movie she was living herself.

"I want to try it too," she finally gasped and pushed her mouth in. Together they sucked, with bothTongues alternately sucking, licking, and playing. The cock twitched, then spurted in an arc over Mara's tongue, then into Leonie's open mouth, over her teeth, her tongue, her cheeks.

They both licked each other clean, smacking, drooling, laughing and kissing.

“I think we’re addicted,” Leonie whispered.

Mara nodded. "Oh yeah, baby. We've become glory hole sluts. And it feels damn right."

They remained sitting on the floor, panting, their clothes in disarray, traces of cum on their lips, necks, and breasts. There was a knock from the other side. A third cock was pushed through.

“Shit,” Leonie muttered, “now they know we’re here.”

Mara grinned. "Then we won't keep them waiting."

The cock was long and smooth, with a shiny head. Mara took it deep, almost all the way in, until she gagged.then she pulled back, spat over the shaft and stroked it with both hands.

"You want to cum? Then get that little one," she said loudly to the wall. "She's made a horny slut of herself."

Leonie was too hot to protest. She licked the drooling cock, let it slap against her cheeks, pulled back the foreskin with her lips, and let him slide as deep inside her as she could. The man moaned loudly, came quickly—and this time right into her open eyes.

She shrieked, laughed, and wiped her eyelids. "Dude! Right in the eye!"

Mara fell over, giggling. "Welcome to the club."

Then she kissed her – with cum on her lips, on her teeth – uninhibited, wild, lustful.