Glory Hole Gal A Bbc

Glory Hole Gal: A BBC

Summary

: A return to the glory holes rewarded with first black cock.

Note 1: This is installment three in an ongoing series.

In Glory Hole Gal, a college freshman dying to relive her European glory hole adventure finds one in an adult store near her school. On Halloween she becomes Glory Hole Gal and uses her anonymity to overcome her doubts and service five dicks and a pussy.

In episode 2 (A Bad Beautiful Girl), later that night at a Halloween party, Glory Hole Gal's secret identity is uncovered when the pussy she serviced earlier at the glory hole braces her on the dance floor. Ten minutes later she is in the girl's dorm room and taking part in a marathon lesbian sexual encounter. It is both raw and romantic, with a strap-on, tribbing, lots of kissing, and multiple orgasms.

And now... the next morning....

Note 2: Thanks to

Small_Island

for editing.

Glory Hole Gal: A BBC

I woke up to the amazing sensation of having my pussy licked... All Saints Day, indeed. As I lay there enjoying the best possible alarm clock, it all came back to me... Halloween night starting at a glory hole and ending in a college dorm room. The common factor? The sweet pussy I'd eaten in both places. And now the owner of that pussy was eating me.

I moved my hands under the covers and to her hair to let her know I was awake.

"Just having some breakfast," Savannah said, as she continued probing my hole.

I was about to say I could use some breakfast myself when I suddenly felt her fingers slide inside me. "I could use some... oh God!"

"Come for me, sexy," she said, as she started to finger bang me out of nowhere while also tugging my clit between her lips and simultaneously flicking it with the tip of her talented tongue.

"Oh fuck, don't stop," I moaned loudly, the sudden double attack taking a slow leisurely flame into a burning inferno in a heartbeat.

"I love this fucking pussy," she said, while continuously pleasing me inside and out.

"You're fucking driving me wild," I said, as I squeezed my legs against her head, lifted my ass up and came all over her face... in under a minute... like a teenage boy.

"Mmmmmmmm," she purred, as she lapped up my pussy cum.

A minute later, as my orgasm was just beginning to subside, I demanded, "Come sit on my face. I need your pussy right fucking now."

"You craving my pussy that bad?" she asked, sucking on my clit and recreating another intense pleasure.

"Please, I have to have your juicy pussy," I pleaded, indeed craving her pussy.

"I guess I can let you have breakfast in bed too," she said playfully, getting out from underneath the sheets and then climbing up and straddling my face. This time facing the opposite way as she used the wall for balance as she lowered herself on my face.

I immediately began licking her pussy which I was already rather addicted to. I parted her lips and stimulated her pussy, creating wetness.

"Oh yes, baby, I love your tongue in my pussy," Savannah moaned.

"I love this boxed breakfast," I replied, as I began to savour her natural sweetness.

"Mmmmmmm," she purred, as she enjoyed my tongue.

After a few minutes, as her moans increased, I felt her hand grip the hair at the top of my head. She pulled me deep into her wetness and began grinding on me. Like yesterday, I just kept my tongue extended as best I could although with this different angle I was able to be more lingually productive.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh fucking yes," Savannah moaned and erupted while holding my head in place, coating my entire face with her morning cream.

When she let go, I aggressively pushed her onto her back and dove between her legs to lap up any cum I wasn't already wearing.

"Oh, you hungry slut," she moaned.

"I'll eat this pussy any time, any place," I said as I had promised last night, my resolve to be a pussy munching pet for her un-wavering. "Just beckon me and I'll be there," I declared, before going searching for more of her cum.

"Good to know," she said. Then suddenly, "Crap, I don't even know your name."

She'd forgotten my name after all we'd done together? Then I realized I really hadn't told her; I'd been the anonymous Glory Hole Gal through both of our Halloween encounters. "It's Ashleigh," I finally offered.

"Which spelling?"

"The most unique, A-s-h-l-e-i-g-h," I spelt out.

"Perfect for a beauty like you," she said, kissing me.

"I also don't have your number," she said a bit pensively. "That's weird. You got my name and number, but I didn't get either of yours. For me it's usually the other way around. Wow, you really cast a spell on me." She kissed me again.

I was so thrilled, my pussy started a fresh wave of dampness. She'd clearly dominated me all night, but still I'd gotten the upper hand. You go, Glory Hole Gal, I congratulated myself. To Savannah I said, as smoothly as I could, "We can rectify that."

"First we shower," she said.

A warm shower, romantic as we washed each other's bodies and kissed. When we got out and dried off, I realized I didn't have any clothes other than last night's Catwoman costume.

Savannah generously lent me a skirt and sweatshirt. After we exchanged numbers and kissed once more, she said, "Once I get back on Sunday night we are going to have some fun."

"I can't wait," I said, as I headed out, feeling a giddy rush at the thought I might be in a relationship, or at least in the beginning of a relationship.

I also recalled the wild reality that I'd sucked five cocks, swallowed four of their loads, took the other in my pussy, and ate Savannah's pussy; all through holes in walls. This made my pussy burn as I recalled the amazing loads I took and the exhilaration of my glory hole experience.

Wanting to keep Savanah on my mind, I kept her sweatshirt and her skirt on, but added a pair of beige thigh highs that would be hidden under the skirt... unless I didn't pay attention when sitting down.

All day Friday, I was feeling on cloud nine. My time with Savannah had been so perfect and she was so perfect I felt the possibility of a relationship being something I actually may want. Yet, and I was feeling some guilt about this after the amazing night and morning, I was also recalling the exhilaration of my glory hole experience and all the loads I received.

As the day went on, I noticed I got a few glances and double takes in the nylons... The big-dicked man who'd had me foot-jerk him with my stockinged-feet was apparently correct about boys my age being turned on by women wearing nylons.

I got a text from Savannah at lunch:

Too bad I left an hour ago, I bet you could use some of this for lunch.

The attachment was her in a car, legs spread, her appealing pussy in full view.

I responded:

Now you have me starving.

She replied:

I should have just brought you with me, but I didn't want to scare you off. I mean I wasn't sure one night of unbridled passion meant we were an item.

A second text:

Sorry, I probably shouldn't have said that.

I replied back, wanting her to be clear she should have said that:

Savannah, I'm happy you said that. I WOULD have gone with you. I can't explain it, but I already have feelings for you in more ways than just being your pet and you being my Mistress.

I clicked send and realized I had used a term I hadn't used yesterday. In fact, it was a term I'd never used before; why now?

Luckily, her response wasn't about the term, but about my message:

Ashleigh, I'm thrilled you are having the same warm, confusing and consuming feelings I am having. I have never missed someone just hours after seeing them.

My heart warmed. Then my phone rang.

It was Savannah.

"Hey," I said, answering it.

"I just thought such words should be said in person," she said, "or at least be heard."

"I don't know," I said, "I imagine I'll be reading them over and over."

She laughed, "I likely will too."

There was a pause.

"So," she continued, "do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Yes," I responded, perhaps a little too fast, sounding a little too eager, yet I didn't care. I just wanted to speak my truth.

"Sweet," she said, then added, "I've only had one serious girlfriend ever."

"That is one more than me."

"Really?" she said, obviously surprised. "Boyfriends?" she asked

I hesitated, then decided that if this was really something, then it needed truth and transparency. I had to be honest about the conflicting feelings I'd had last night about enjoying the glory hole cocks even while falling in love with her pussy.

"I had two during high school," I said. "Although I wouldn't call either of them super serious. But Savannah?"

"Yes, pet?"

"I did get serious about cocks and you saw last night that I still am. Even though right now I want nothing more than to feast on your sweet peach." She had to have heard the nervousness in my voice and I hoped I hadn't just ruined everything.

I began to relax when she answered with a chuckle. "Hey, Ashleigh, don't forget what I went to the glory holes for last night myself. I certainly wasn't expecting to be receiving rather than giving. I guess we're both just a couple of pussy loving, cock sluts."

"Pussy loving," I agreed, emphasizing the second word.

"Now, on another note," she said.

"Yes?" I asked tentatively.

"You called me Mistress."

"I did," I admitted. "I didn't even realize it until after I pressed send."

"Do you want me to be your Mistress?"

"In public I want to hold your hand and be your girlfriend," I said, thinking how cool that would be, "but in the bedroom I want to be your pet."

"I see," she said. After a pause that seemed to be an eternity to me, she added, "I like that."

"You had me worried."

"I was just thinking what I am going to do to you next time I fuck you," she said bluntly.

"That is two full days away," I sighed, wishing she could fuck me now.

"Well, you have the glory hole to keep you satisfied until I get home," she said.

"You're still okay with that?"

"Of course," she said. "Now that we're a couple you can't be hooking up with other girls unless I am with you, but you can still suck dick."

"Okay," I said a little hesitantly, this being a rather unique start to a relationship and yet one I could deal with. One was just sex; the other was something more.

"I'm serious," she stressed, "take all the dick and cum you want. In fact, I expect details about the loads you extract between now and when I get back."

"Seriously?" I asked, overwhelmed by her suggestions.

"Yes," she said. "I love cock too. I plan to get some cum while home as well."

"Okay," I said, finding this new relationship hot and kind of confusing.

"So, suck some dick, swallow some cum, and call me tonight when you get back from getting your fill."

"All right, I can do that," I laughed.

"All right, I'll talk to you tonight," she said.

"Okay."

"Bye."

"Bye."

The rest of the day was a wild mixture of feelings. On the one hand, I had a girlfriend. On the other hand, I still craved cock. On the mutant third hand, so did she and she'd not only encouraged, but demanded I go suck some.

But, was it real or was it a test? And what about me? Did I really want to start the most romantic relationship of my life by cheating on my new love on the very first day at a glory hole? I went back and forth between going and not going... eventually, the craving for cock, the craving for cum and the craving to be on my knees convinced me Savannah had been serious about wanting me to indulge those cravings, cravings we shared.

In the evening, as soon as it got dark, I headed back to the adult shop searching for cock, telling a couple of friends I would meet them later at a party... of course there was another one even after the Halloween parties that ran into the early morning. Ah, college life...

Once inside, I went to the costume area and found a couple of masks I liked. One thing I'd learned was, if I was going to use the double glory hole room, which I planned to use if open, I needed my face covered since the other hole could be used to peek through and watch me sucking dick or even getting fucked.

The middle eastern worker, who I assumed was the owner, walked over to me and warmly said, "I'm glad you're back."

"Uh, thanks," I said, not sure what else to say.

"Since you're back I figured I would introduce myself," he said warmly. "I'm Mohammad."

"Nice to meet you," I replied, although I didn't offer him my name.

"In case you plan to come here on a regular basis," he continued, "I figured I should explain a couple of things."

"Like what?" I asked, curious what information he wanted to share.

"Well, you seemed to get the hang of the colored light system last time; do you have any questions about that?"

I didn't at first, but then I asked, "Couples. What's the message there?"

"For you, it's to let you know that you could be facing a number of different requests from the other side of the wall. From her insulting you while directing you to entertain her husband, to being asked to snowball with her after you do."

"That's good to know," I said, although I didn't know what the term 'snowball' meant. I would have to look it up later.

"Also, if you are going to be here regularly, if you text me in advance, I will make sure your room is clean and has a couple of added items for comfort."

"Really, like what?" I asked, curious.

"Well, cushions for your knees," he said.

"That would be nice," I agreed, finding it strange to be having this calm, plain conversation about my obvious sexual perversions, but also finding it oddly comforting that I was being treated like a completely ordinary customer instead of some disgusting degenerate. Some might find his use of euphemisms, like 'entertain', to be a load of bull, but I found it oddly endearing, as if he respected my nature and role as a submissive, cock-sucking slut.

"I'll also have wet wipes for you, and can also leave you a key for the bathroom at the end of the hall," he added.

"That's very courteous if you," I said.

"I want you to be comfortable," he said.

"I appreciate it."

"You will be very popular if you become a regular," he said.

"Do you have many regulars?"

"A few male bottoms," he answered, "but rarely a young woman. We do have two older women who come during the day sometimes."

"When is it busiest?" I asked.

"From eight pm until two am," he said, "pretty much every night but Sunday, although Friday and Saturday nights can be very busy."

"Aaah," I said.

"If you want your identity more protected feel free to choose any wig over there," he offered.

"Okay, I will," I nodded.

"Are you planning to go to a room today?"

"I am."

"Give me five minutes to make it ready for you," he said.

"Thank you, Mohammad."

"And the masks and wig are on the house," he added, before walking away.

"Thanks," I called out, feeling I was getting treated a little like slut royalty. Yet, as I pondered it, I understood what he was doing. If I was here, and was regularly here, the clientele would come back again and again. I wasn't being self-centered; I just know men like blow jobs. I did wonder how the business made money. Sure, they bought coins to play videos but that was chump change... literally.

I put the mask on just as someone entered the store, went to the wigs and grabbed a redheaded one... I've always wanted to be a redhead... like my new girlfriend, Savannah.

I looked at a nearby mirror and smiled... it definitely gave me a different look and made me way less likely to get recognized.

I looked at a couple of other wigs, but when he returned and gave an approving nod, I smiled back and headed back to get some dick; this time with confidence.

I found one of the two centre rooms already had a red light overhead, but the door stood ajar. To my delight, there were already green lights on both sides of the room I was about to enter. Red for mouths seeking cocks, green for cocks seeking mouths, a match made in... well, if not heaven, it was still well made.

I walked in, closed the door, locked it and looked to see cushions on the floor beside both glory holes. I also saw a towel hanging beside the television, which was already playing a movie, apparently the manager could override the need to feed coins into the slot. A cute cheerleader was sucking a black man's dick.

Now, of all my cocks, I still hadn't experienced a black one and that was one of my fantasies. Of course, I was curious to see if the black dick size thing was true, because in the porn I watched it definitely was. But that was porn. How big was the average black guy really?

That said, the first dick that popped through a hole on the right was neither black, nor big. In fact, it was the smallest dick I had ever seen, I almost felt sorry for it. I put my purse down on the chair, and then knelt down and just took it in my mouth. I'm sure even a woman who had never sucked a cock could deep throat this as I'm not sure it was four inches (hmm, would that still be called deep throating?).

Yet, regardless of size, it theoretically still had the ability to produce the cream I craved and so I used some excessive saliva to create a whirlwind blow job as I simultaneously bobbed and swirled my tongue around.

The whirlwind clearly hit him like a tornado because in under a minute he was groaning and gasping and dropping a surprisingly large load in my mouth.

I still managed to avoid losing a drop, happy for the creamy treat and without really having to work hard for it.

Once he was done, he said, "Thank you, you very, very good," in broken English, letting me know he was Asian... either Japanese or Chinese, although I would need more words to confirm which since they were indeed quite different people.

"Anytime," I responded, thinking if I could get a few more loads like that, that would be amazing... a full belly without a sore jaw. Although, truth be told, I kind of liked the sore jaw too, it let me know I'd really been used hard.

I glanced behind me and to my slight disappointment there was no dick waiting for me in the other hole. Yet, I could see light and hear porn coming from it. Could it be some poor guy who wasn't allowed to watch porn at home and had come her for a private moment? But he had put on the green light.

I moved to the uninhabited hole and peeked in. A large man was stroking his dick. Still hungry, even though I had the aftertaste of load one on my tongue, I asked, "Do you need help with that, sir?"

I couldn't see his face for a reaction, but he wordlessly moved to the hole and slid it through.

For a man with a big belly, he had a pretty big cock, almost seven inches.

"Thank you," I weirdly said, as I took it in my hand and licked the cock head, enjoying the pre-cum that had begun seeping from his porn watching.

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"And you came here to suck a fat old man's dick?"

"I did, sir," I admitted, as I lapped some more at his pee hole.

"Well, then show me what you can do, or I'll go back to jerking off," he said.

"Yes, sir," I replied, as I took his dick in my mouth and began bobbing.

"Oh yeah, slut, work my dick over," he groaned as I bobbed, taking about five inches smoothly in my mouth.

Like I usually did when I had a dick in my mouth, I moaned in response, partly to let him know I was enjoying sucking his dick and partly because I was getting horny sucking his dick.

"Yeah, that's it, bitch, take that dick all the way in your mouth," he moaned a couple of minutes later as I was now smoothly devouring every inch I had access to.