Glory Hole Gal: A Lez Romp
Summary
: Cock slut finds a pussy to worship and a woman to love.
Note 1:
This is the next episode in an ongoing series of linked but stand-alone stories. In episode 1, a college freshman comes back from a bus tour of Europe with a whole new appreciation for sex and an obsession for glory holes. Using the cover of a Halloween costume, she visits an adult store near her school and services not only five cocks (taking four loads orally and one vaginally) but also one hot pussy.
Here in Episode 2, our heroine goes from the glory hole to a Halloween party where she finds not only more treats, but love.
Note 2:
Thanks to
Small_Island
for editing and Shuj for proof reading.
Glory Hole Gal: A Lez Romp
I was on a cum high as I began my walk back from the adult store just off campus to the Halloween party where my friends were waiting for me... just like I'd been that summer night a few months back in Amsterdam after visiting my first glory hole. And who wouldn't be with four loads of manjuice in her belly and another in her pussy? I felt wonderfully sated, having finally turned my obsessive wondering into satisfied bliss. Yes, I did love glory holes. Their anonymity, their randomness and variety, and their odd mixture of subservience and control... I knelt before cocks, but the cocks surrendered themselves to my tooth-filled mouth. I was Glory Hole Gal and I would return.
Then another type of tremor ran through me and brought me back to the moment. My college is in a warm part of the country, so walking around on October 31
st
in a Catwoman costume that left me mostly uncovered could be done, but still the night air had sent a serious shiver through me. I realized it was because I'd worked up a hell of a sweat servicing all those unknown perverts at the glory holes and now the drying sweat was making me frigid. Probably made me pretty fragrant too. I decided a quick pitstop at my dorm room would be a good idea.
As I got closer, the clammy feeling of my mask really started to get to me. I was on campus now, so it was unlikely that any glory hole patrons would see me and I peeled off the half-mask, which most resembled the incomparable Michelle Pfeiffer's stitched-up vinyl in
Batman Returns.
Unfortunately, it was not great for comfort or for what it did to my hair. I was going to need more than a pitstop.
Toweling off from my shower, I was grateful for the kind of thin, straight hair that dried quickly and didn't need much attention after washing. I looked at my Catwoman costume pieces and considered changing this or that, but in the end, the idea of wearing the same outfit in which I'd been so delightfully used by a string of strangers was too compelling and I put it all on again. My only concession was my panties. They were absolutely soaked with a mixture of my juices and the cum from a ten-inch wonder cock who had been my first glory hole pussy fuck. I couldn't resist sucking on the cummy gusset, but I figured that if I wanted to score with some guy at the Halloween party, it was probably best not to have him find some other man's spunk already in my drawers - young American men really could be so provincial.
The mask, however, I didn't think I could do again, especially if I might do some dancing and be out for a few hours. Fortunately, I'd collected two masks when I'd first started building the costume. The Michelle Pfieffer-style I'd worn to the adult store had certainly allowed me to become Glory Hole Gal, but for the party I could just be a sexy Catwoman, and I had a Julie Newmar mask from the 1960's TV show that would be perfect. It was simple and classic and I also liked how the ears worked like a large barrette to hold my wet hair back as it dried and would also keep it out of the way if I got a chance to suck some more cock.
Yes, I was again thinking about sex. Oddly, I was still quite horny... or perhaps not so oddly, since I had only reached one orgasm during my wild Halloween encounter and had been worked right up to the edge of another one when I took the massive load in my pussy. The desire from that buildup still lingered.
At the party, I found my friends, and partied pretty good, having a few drinks, and dancing and flirting with different boys. I was letting them get freer with their hands and began to think seriously about which one I would bring back to my dorm room to help me reach that abandoned orgasm.
Then... fate intervened.
I was on a crowded dance floor, shaking my body to an 80's classic, Jesse's Girl, when I looked up and made eye contact with a pretty girl in a nurse's costume.
Instantly, I knew she was the same one from the porn shop. The unique makeup around her eye and the way that eye had looked at me through the glory hole were both unmistakable and unforgettable. Then there were those lips, so full and kissable. I'd seen them as we'd held a surreal conversation about our glory hole cravings before she'd made me eat her pussy through the hole in the wall. My own pussy tingled as I quickly looked away in embarrassment.
I could feel my checks going red and tried not to look her way as I crazily hoped that she wouldn't recognize me in the very different mask and ears. Yeah, right. I also wondered if she might try to sneak off, not wanting to risk everyone else finding she'd visited a glory hole earlier tonight.
I had to know and couldn't resist looking back to where she'd been. She definitely wasn't sneaking off. Instead, she was walking towards me, pushing her way across the packed dance floor. This time I didn't look away.
I couldn't explain it, but I felt an attraction for a woman unlike any I had before. Yes, I had been with women, and yes, I had been slightly dominated by a woman, but there was just something about this particular woman... Savannah, that was her name... that had my body burning and my pussy dampening.
When she reached me, her hand moved directly to my very wet pussy and she said, "I like this mask better, it shows much more of your pretty face."
"Oooooh," I moaned on the dance floor as she slowly rubbed my pussy with sweet aggression.
"Parker Hall, room 412, ten minutes," she spoke into my ear as she pulled my panty aside and thrust two fingers up inside of me. I guess my response was meant to be a yes, but I'm also certain it sounded more like an unintelligible grunt.
"Is that clear?" she questioned, giving me one more gloriously deep poke before yanking her fingers back out and leaving me so wanting.
"Yes," I responded in a daze, as I instantly became a dripping, dishevelled mess.
"I'm going to fuck you so good," she whispered, her hot breath making my entire body warm, as her fingers rubbed my clit.
"Please," was all I could muster as I felt so excited, yet also wondered if anyone else was watching me being molested by another girl on the crowded dance floor.
Then, before I even had time to think, her hand moved away from my burning inferno, and then she was gone, walking past me into the throng of people.
I danced until the song ended, although I'm not sure many would call it dancing. But my zombie-like movements probably made it more believable when I excused myself, saying I was tired. I said my goodbyes, leaving a couple of boys clearly confused and frustrated, and headed over to Parker Hall. I had no problem finding it, because I lived there too... she lived in the same dorm as me! I got into the elevator and pressed 4 when I usually pressed 2, I was in room 217. This should have been a red flag. So far I'd mostly kept some distance between my sexual adventures and the sanctuary of my dorm room, yet it didn't faze me at all... instead, it excited me. I could have my own secret lesbian relationship in the dorm to get pussy and my own secret location at the adult store to get cock.
I reached room 412, took a deep breath and went to knock on the door when she opened it, pulled me in, closed the door and pushed me against the wall. "I haven't been able to stop thinking of you since... you know," she said, as I was instantly into a daze.
"You haven't?" I asked. She answered my question with a kiss.
I responded to her passion with equal fervor.
As we kissed, her hands roamed all over my body, which made me do the same to hers.
"You're so fucking hot," she said, breaking the kiss, grabbing my wrists and putting my arms above my head.
"You too," I moaned, as her dominance and sexiness had me a melted mess as I looked into her green eyes.
