Have you ever been to a glory hole? How about being a glory hole whore? Being a switch, the thought of being on either side of a glory hole (attached penis notwithstanding) is exciting to me. Maybe it’s just because I’m comfortable giving and receiving. Who knows? Either way, this is a true story about my experience at a glory hole.
I’m not much for adult book stores, toy stores, or even in-person shopping in general. I make almost all of my purchases (yes, even the naughty ones) online or through an app nowadays. So I can’t say the following experience is typical for me. I was visiting a friend of mine in another city, she knew what I did for a living, and I didn’t think much of it. It had never affected our relationship before, as far as I was aware.
I was wrong
It definitely changed how she viewed me, but not for the worse. For some reason, she now saw me as some sort of sex guru. One who knew all the best toys (I have quite a collection, so she’s not wrong). A sex guru who could teach her how to please partners in bed, and who could seduce anyone I chose.
Those last two need an asterisk and refining, but I could definitely help her with the first one. If I had known that doing so would wind up with me becoming a glory hole whore … would I have done it anyway?
She ended up dragging me to an adult toy store. Honestly, before that, I forgot that people still bought toys in a brick-and-mortar location. When we got in, it was an embarrassingly populated sex shop. One populated mostly by men, it seemed. None of them seemed to pay much attention to us at first, as far as I saw. She pulled me over to the dildos, which were closer to the front of the store than the back.
I was barely listening to her, glancing around at the other patrons.
The whole thing went by in a blur. One moment she’s asking me if she should try glass, or if it feels too cold; the next moment, she’s dragging me towards the back, saying she wants to ‘show me something cool.’ I follow her, noticing that more guys start to watch us as we get farther from the entrance. She pushes me through a series of curtains, and finally, a door. After a couple of turns, we end up in a small, dimly lit, heavily graffitied room.
There are holes in the walls, around hip height, and she takes a seat on a small bench connected between two of the walls.
“This is where I come to blow off steam!” She tells me cheerfully. I look around and feel my heart start racing as I hear not one, but several sets of footsteps coming closer. After only a couple more moments, a man fills one of the holes with his cock. More keep coming as I watch, stunned. Until 3 of the four holes in the room are occupied.
To my shock, my friend, who only minutes ago seemed concerned about how to please men, drops to her knees and starts pumping two of them like a pro. I was very familiar with the concept of being a glory hole whore, but had never done it in person. I glance around for any extra eye holes or cameras, but when I find none, I sink to my knees and wrap my hand around the one remaining dick. My friend is already throating one of them deeply, entirely in her own world. As I wrapped my hand around his hot, hard cock, the thrill I felt sent vibrations straight down to my rapidly moistening pussy.
That day I did things I thought I’d never do. Degrading and debasing myself and becoming as kinky as I am today. But I can’t give it ALL away here~ Looking for another blog? Read my blog about hairy pussy femdom. Want to hear what else I did? Give me a call for my glory hole whore phone sex confessional
