Returning to the Dark

This is the part 2 of the story. Make sure you read previous part

I didn’t go back the next day.
I told myself I needed to be careful. That it was just a onetime thing. But by the second night, I couldn’t stop thinking about it. Every time I closed my eyes I could taste those strangers’ cum again. I could feel the stretch in my jaw and the way my throat had been used. On the third night I gave up pretending.
I showered, put on clean clothes, and took the train across the city to The Velvet Door.
It was raining lightly. My hoodie was pulled low over my face even though no one was really looking at me. I was nineteen years old, an Indian student in a foreign country, and I was walking back to a gloryhole club because I couldn’t stop thinking about sucking cock.
My heart was beating hard again when I pushed open the black door. The same muscular guy was at the counter. This time he actually looked at me for a second longer than before.
“Back already?” he said with a small smirk.
I just nodded, paid in cash, and took the wristband. My hands were shaking again.
“Booth 4 is free,” he said. “Or you can try booth 9 if you want more space.”
I didn’t know what the difference was, but I took booth 4 again because it felt familiar.
Inside, everything looked the same. Dim red light. The smell of sex and cleaner. I locked the door, sat on the bench, and waited.
This time I didn’t wait long.
The left panel opened first.
A thick, pale cock pushed through. It was already hard, with a prominent vein running along the side and a fat, flared head. I got on my knees immediately. No hesitation this time. I wrapped my lips around it and started sucking like I had been waiting for this all week.
The man on the other side groaned and pushed forward. I took him deeper than last time. I relaxed my throat and let him fuck my mouth. Saliva dripped down my chin as I worked him. When he came, he shot straight down my throat. I swallowed every drop and kept sucking until he pulled out.
I sat back, breathing hard, already hard in my jeans.
The right panel opened next.
This cock was darker, longer, and curved slightly upward. I sucked it eagerly, using my tongue the way I had learned from the videos I watched. The man lasted longer. He fucked my mouth slowly at first, then faster. When he finally came, he pulled back and painted my face thick ropes across my lips, cheek, and forehead. I licked what I could reach with my tongue.
I was already getting addicted to the feeling of cum on my skin.
I stayed in the booth for almost two hours that night.
Four more cocks came through the holes. I sucked all of them. One was short and very thick it stretched my mouth wide and made my jaw ache, but I loved it. Another was long and thin and kept hitting the back of my throat until tears ran down my face. I swallowed two loads and took two more on my face and tongue.
By the time the last one finished, my face was messy, my lips were swollen, and my own cock was leaking so much that my underwear was soaked.
I sat there panting, cum drying on my skin, when I heard a soft knock on my booth door.
I froze.
The knock came again, followed by a low male voice from outside.
“You’ve been in there a while. You okay in there?”
It was the guy from the counter.
I didn’t answer at first. My heart was pounding.
After a few seconds the voice spoke again, quieter this time.
“If you want, I can bring you something to clean up with. Or… something else.”
I hesitated, then unlocked the door just a crack.
The bouncer stood there. He was tall, broad, with short dark hair and a calm expression. He looked down at me and his eyes moved over my face the dried cum on my lips and cheek.
He didn’t look surprised.
“You like it, don’t you?” he said quietly. “Coming here. Using your mouth.”
I didn’t know what to say. I just nodded once.
He reached into his pocket and pulled out a small black bag. He held it out to me.
“Take this. Next time you come, put it on before you start. It’ll make things better for you.”
I took the bag with shaky hands. Inside was a pair of soft, silky black panties and a small tube of dark red lipstick.
My face burned.
The bouncer gave me a small smile.
“You’ve got a pretty mouth. And a soft face. You’d look good with a little color on your lips. Think about it.”
He didn’t wait for an answer. He just turned and walked away down the corridor.
I closed the door again and sat on the bench, staring at the bag in my hands.
Panties. Lipstick.
I should have felt ashamed. Instead, my cock twitched hard in my jeans.
I stayed in the booth for another twenty minutes, but no more cocks came. I think the bouncer had told the others to give me space. Eventually I cleaned my face as best as I could, put the bag carefully into my hoodie pocket, and left.
On the train ride back to my room, I kept touching the bag through my pocket. I couldn’t stop thinking about what he said.
“You’d look good with a little color on your lips.”
When I got back to my small room, I locked the door, turned off the lights, and took everything out. I stripped naked and stood in front of the mirror.
I looked at myself nineteen years old, slim body, warm brown skin, messy black hair, full lips still slightly swollen from sucking cock for almost two hours.
I picked up the lipstick.
My hands were shaking as I twisted it open.
I brought it to my lips and slowly applied it. The color was dark and bold. It made my lips look fuller, more feminine. I stared at my reflection for a long time.
Then I picked up the panties.
They were soft and smooth. I stepped into them and pulled them up. They hugged my ass and held my hard cock tightly against my body. The feeling was strange… and incredibly arousing.
I stood in front of the mirror in nothing but black panties and dark red lipstick, my face still slightly flushed, my cock straining against the thin fabric.
I looked like a girl.
A slutty, used girl who had spent the night sucking strangers’ cocks.
I came harder than I ever had before, stroking myself through the panties while staring at my reflection. Thick ropes of cum soaked into the black silk.
Afterward I sat on the edge of my bed, breathing hard, still wearing the panties and lipstick.
I knew I was going to go back to the club.
And this time, I was going to wear what he gave me.