Private Glory Hole
I almost sucked my friend's cock at a sleepover once. And by 'almost' I mean we showed each other our penises then did nothing. Except that I wondered what it would be like for the next thirty years to taste cum.
At the gym I kept to myself except this one time when a guy, a body builder, changed in front of me and I gawked at his cock.
It was thick and long and meaty and hung low, swinging to and fro. This time I wondered what it would be like if he grabbed my head and forced his slab into my mouth.
He caught me staring but I didn't even have the sense to look away.
I was lost in thought, "Would it grow long, invading my throat slowly while he refused to let go of me?"
That strongman pulled up his underwear, then made a show of cupping his package before heading off to another part of the locker room. In my mind, instead of heading off, he stepped forward, jamming himself into me.
We did nothing, except that for the next fifteen years I wondered what it would have been like to have a man abuse my mouth.
Another time I went to an adult bookstore to fulfill my twisted longing. This was right when everyone feared AIDS and I was petrified I would catch something.
The guy in the next booth and I whispered through the hole that adjoined our booth and we agreed to swap head.
He beckoned for me to put mine through and when I did it was the most sublime blowjob, much better than the ones my stinted wife used to begrudgingly give.
It's ironic that she hates BJs since she loves receiving head herself. In fact, it's the only way she cums.
I like servicing pussy so that's ok. But you would think some turnabout would be fairplay.
In that bookstore, I emptied my load into his mouth then placed my lips at the hole ready for him to fuck my face - but he was gone.
Terrified I would be infected I decided never to go to a bookstore again - who knows who could be on the other side?
For the next two years I fantasized about being violently mouth raped by a studly man with a big cock.
Three months ago I decided what I needed was my own private glory hole. I thought about places to build one: my bathroom, my back-to-back closets, hanging a sheet in the kitchen, or my garage.
In the end I concluded that I could remake a corner of my garage where my workbench was without drawing undue attention from my wife.
On the weekends when my wife would visit her mother, I built a tiny storage room to secrete myself in.
I would have as many weekends as I needed to build and use it since we didn't have the best marriage. She was constantly complaining I wasn't manly enough despite how hard I worked to provide.
In fact, we were down to sex about twice a month only. It was boring perfunctory sex either preceded by pussy licking or sometimes followed by it. The cunni was the highlight.
No one could say I wasn't a selfless lover, which is more than I could say about Caity. She need only apply a slight downward pressure and I would respond to our signal.
In the garage I put a dick hole in the side of the tiny room and arranged for my workbench to fold against it - hiding the hole when not in use. On the inside a removable shelf covered the opening.
Imagining myself with my face to the hole - I knew I wanted to be forced to suck, to be unable to escape a phallic assault of my mouth.
Rehearsing, I put my cum hungry mouth against the lusty orifice only to discover that the edges would hurt me and cut my face.
I added perfectly face-shaped padding, then brilliantly came up with the idea to install some straps so the cocksman could pull on them holding my head tightly to the hole.
Now I just needed to get a man with a big cock to come use my glory hole.
I figured the best way to do that would be to place a personal ad and to make him think he would be coming to use a woman. It would be easy enough to say I was a woman but it would be suspicious when he never saw me.
I mulled over the dilemma for a couple days, then the solution came to me: if a woman really were on the other side of a hole to suck cock she would want to conceal her identity. But no doubt some tiny clue could be discovered: and any subtle but unexpected clue to her femininity would be interpreted as proof that she actually was a she.
First I thought the mystery man should hear the clacking of high heels beyond the wall, causing him to draw the erroneous conclusion I wanted.
Then that led me to just be more direct in my deception.
Going through a bunch of porn videos I recorded a woman's voice and with a lot of editing pieced together some dialogue. But the big trick, the pièce de résistance, would be when a recording of my own voice coming from the house would ask my wife if she were ready.
I realized that to the man whose cock I sucked it would appear that the man of the house was a cuckold, but no matter. That was preferable to him thinking that the man of the house was the cocksucker - and maybe not agreeing to use my hole.
I changed my plans slightly when I placed the ad which read: "My wife was a naughty girl. As punishment she will service your cock at a glory hole. Send replies to jon smyth at AOL.com."
After many exchanged emails I screened out the unsavory or unsafe, so that on the big day I watched my unsuspecting victim's gold car pull into the drive and I hit the button to open the garage door for him. Craig, that was his name, pulled right in, then strode the few steps to my glory hole.
What I could see of him through the hole he looked like a normal guy. Of course I chose him because he was a normal guy with a huge cock. It helped that he was an incredibly charming and persuasive man.
From my hiding place I closed the garage door behind him, then I hit the first button playing the tape of my own voice, "Are you out in the garage? Because you're supposed to be waiting."
"She" answered back, "Yes, I'm ready. But when this is over the slate is clean."
Then "she" started into her dirty monologue, "Come on Big Boy, slide your cock through the hole and do your worst."
I pressed my lipstick painted lips to the hole and waited. He said he liked the color. It was my wife's lipstick, the same she wore everyday.
A soft dickhead brushed against my lips. Oh, how I wished I could see it. Why didn't I think to make a way for me to see it?
Hurriedly I unzipped and hauled out my own expectant dick, getting ready to jerk it.
He circled my lips rubbing the large plum round and round. I just let him do what he wanted. It was electric to feel the cock squish and bend as it touched me.
