The Space Time Glory Hole Pt 02

I didn't have long to think about it, because soon something was coming through the space-time glory hole. I say 'something' because, at first, I wasn't even sure what it was, although I knew right away that it wasn't a giant space dick. No, this was bright purple with mint and teal spots on it, and it turned out to be lonnnnnng, as more and more of it made its way through the glory hole. It was about as thick as a 2 litre pop bottle and very pretty to look at, since the colours were so vibrant and it was sparkly, almost crystalline in appearance. I didn't feel scared of it, though I probably should have been; I was more in awe of it, I think. Then I started to realise that the appendage had dark teal suction cups on one side and thought to myself, "yup, this is a tentacle, a giant space tentacle." That realisation scared me a little, I have to admit.

The tentacle was sort of feeling around the room, grabbing things off shelves and setting them down, feeling the walls, as if looking for something. It was very gentle and methodical in its movements. I realised then, belatedly, that it was likely looking for me. I mean, it was a space-time glory hole after all, what else was it here for? I hesitated for a moment; I was drawn to it - it was so pretty, I really wanted to touch it! - but also, what the fuck did I know about space tentacles? What would I have to do, what would it do to me? All of the questions and the lack of answers freaked me out. I continued to watch it move around the room, using its suckers to feel things as it went.

I made my mind up just before the tentacle reached me. I think the fact that it was so considerate or cautious or something in the way it moved around the room, slowly and taking such care with everything it touched, made me feel more comfortable with it because I figured it was unlikely to hurt me. I stood up and reached my hand out to graze the back of the tentacle.

At my touch, it stopped moving, just completely freezing in place. I took this as an invitation, so I placed my hand more fully on the tentacle and started stroking it. It was so smooth and cool to the touch, I loved the feel of it under my hand. I think the tentacle (or, the owner of the tentacle, I guess? It was hard to think of it as part of a larger being, I couldn't even imagine what it was attached to) liked what I was doing because it started to tremble.

Because the tentacle was so long, I had to sort of walk alongside it as I ran my hand along it. I kept my hand on the smooth side of the tentacle, not touching the suckers at all, and walked the length in one direction, and then went back the other way. It felt so cool! Its trembling increased the longer I touched it, and the teal and mint spots started to light up in places. I added my other hand and started to increase my speed a little, going up and down the length of the tentacle. I was practically jogging, and the trembling was more intense and more and more spots were lighting up. Then, with my hands cupped around the smooth side of the tentacle, my fingertips grazed a few suction cup edges as my hands moved past. The tentacle jerked and a tiny bit of lavender liquid that smelled like bubblegum shot out of the affected suckers.

The tentacle was still trembling, and now it turned itself in my hands so the rows of suckers on its underside were facing me. I lightly ran my finger around the edge of one, and it too spurted a small stream of the lavender liquid. I have to say, in that moment, I was a bit... turned on. More than a bit. I can't explain it. I'm at work, which is a GAP store, need I remind you, in the stockroom, not a very sexy place to be. But somehow, massaging a magical space tentacle that secreted purple bubblegum juice made me hard as a rock! Who knew I had a thing for gorgeous tentacles? I learned so much that day.

Now that I knew that the tentacle liked its suckers to be rubbed, I started to concentrate all of my efforts on them. I rubbed my hand along the length of the appendage, letting my palms and fingers brush over the suckers as I went. Every once in a while, I would stop and concentrate on a few suckers, rubbing back and forth over them and tracing my fingers around them. The tentacle started jerking around and leaking the lavender liquid out of every sucker I touched, making it a bit hard to hold on but I kept going, again ramping up my speed and the strength of my grip. Its suckers would kind of grip on to me a bit as my hands moved past, like little vacuums all along the limb. It felt good, I wanted to feel that sucking in other places. The jerking and the sucking and the leaking really did it for me, and I forgot about everything other than the tentacle and what I was doing to it and its reactions.

Finally, the tentacle kind of seized up and all of its suckers that could grabbed on to a part of me, the tentacle almost wrapping itself around me in a firm grip that wasn't too tight. I could feel its suckers clamped onto me all around my torso and legs. Then, they all let go at once and from each of them a spurt of the purple liquid shot out, absolutely covering me in the stuff. I mean, by now I obviously knew what it was, but it's hard to think of it as cum when it was such a pretty lavender colour and smelled like Hubba Bubba. The tentacle went a bit limp after that, still wrapped around me but looser.

I wiped the purple ejaculate out of my eyes and chuckled, patting the tentacle in what I hoped was an affectionate way. I was still hard, but I was also so... I don't know, proud?... to have serviced it to completion. It had been a long time since I'd made anyone cum, so I took this as a win.

After a few minutes of clearly much needed rest, the tentacle moved again, withdrawing from around me. As it went, it slid itself along my body and I could feel the suckers through my clothes. It felt so good and I REALLY wanted those suckers to do a little more exploring in some special places. Unfortunately, once the tentacle had unwrapped itself from me, it continued its withdrawal out of the room and back through the space-time glory hole, giving a little wave in my direction before it disappeared through the swirling colours.

I sank into one of the chairs at the backroom table, a huge grin on my face. That was awesome.

"Hello?" The facilitator was back.

"Hello!" I responded enthusiastically, jumping out of the chair. "It's you! Oh my god, that was so great!!!"

The voice chuckled. "I'm so glad you enjoyed yourself. Our client was very satisfied, I assure you. Job well done. Will you be happy to service this hole again?"

"Oh yes, definitely! Absolutely! Super happy to! You betcha!" I clearly did not know how to play it cool.

The facilitator chuckled again. "Great. Just so you know, we can't pay you in currency, we don't have access to Earth money. I probably should have mentioned that before."

I hadn't even considered payment, I enjoyed myself so much I was happy to do it for free. "Oh, no worries," I said. "I'm really not concerned about that."

"Well, we can't have you service the hole for free, it wouldn't be right. Would you be happy to receive some sort of metal in return? Metal has value on Earth, right? Let me see what kind of Earth metal we have... oh yes, we have gold bars, would that do?"

My jaw may have hit the floor. "Uh, sure..."

"Great! I will send through your payment now."

A shiny, rectangular piece of gold shot through the glory hole and clattered to the floor. I picked it up and looked at it, turning it over in my hand. It was stamped with the words: "1 TROY OZ FINE GOLD" in English, and some other characters that I didn't understand. Holy shit, I couldn't believe it, it was an actual gold bar!

"Um, a-are you sure?" I stammered. "This is probably worth a lot."

"Of course, " said the facilitator. "We make sure that our hole servicers are paid well for their work. Now, what are the best Earth times for us to open the glory hole here for you to service our clients?"

"Well, I'm here Tuesday to Saturday and the store closes at 9pm, so after that on those days works for me!"

"Great, thank you again, we are so excited for you to work with us. We will see you tomorrow after 9pm Earth time."

And with that, the hole closed in front of me, shrinking until it was pin-sized, and then nothing.

"Holy shit!" I exclaimed to myself, the huge smile still on my face. I tossed up and caught the gold bar in one hand, while pulling out my phone with the other. I nearly dropped both when the search result returned that a 1OZT gold bar was worth $3000! I was going to be rich! I finished closing up the store and went home, that gold bar a pleasant weight in my pocket.

After that, the space-time glory hole opened up just after closing every evening that I worked at the GAP. The facilitator and I would have a quick chat, and then the client for the evening, or actually, the genitals of the client for the evening - I never saw the beings they were attached to - would slide on through the hole. There was so much variety in the genitals that I pleasured: there were other tentacles in a rainbow of colours with complimentary shaded jizz in a variety of flavours. Some of the genitals were scaled, others feathered, some had teeth, others barbs, some were gelatinous, others hard as literal rock, some had many layers and openings, others just a single prong. Whatever the genital, I figured out how to service it to the best of my ability and I loved every second of it. Who knew that being a space-time glory hole sex worker was my true calling? I went home every night tired, covered in whatever ejaculate shot out of that night's client, and totally happy, and added to my growing stack of 1OZT gold bars (I mean, they really racked up, I had $15 grand after my first week! - but I had no idea what to do with them. Do you put them in the bank? No idea). It turns out, this was exactly what I'd been waiting for.

The only complaint I had, if it was a complaint at all because I truly loved what I was doing, was that servicing was so one sided. It was me doing whatever I could with my hands and my mouth and once, my feet, to pleasure the genitals in front of me, and I get that was the job and I was happy to do it. But it would get me so hot, and I just wanted my genitals to be part of the picture, but they never were. I tried a couple of times in the first couple of weeks, but the space clients would just knock it aside and feel around for my mouth or hand (or foot) again. And because I was supposed to be pleasuring them, I stopped trying. Like I said, not a huge complaint, I loved what I was doing and I just went home and masturbated after. No big deal. (Okay, truth, I usually jacked off before I went home, in the GAP stockroom, with the visions of what had just taken place there swirling around in my head.)

I lived my life this way for a couple of months, until one evening it came to a crashing halt. At least, I received warning of its imminent crashing halt.

I had just sent off that night's client's genitals back through the hole: it was a long, brown, furry trunk-like appendage that reminded me a bit of Mr Snugffalupagus, except it had a leathery nipple on the very tip, the skin of which was yellow with green dots, that I had to lick and suck on until it shot a load of thick, steaming spunk in my face and down my throat. (That one did not taste like bubblegum, let me tell you, but I swallowed it anyway.) The facilitator started talking as soon as the furry limb disappeared into the abyss.

"Great work as always!" it said cheerily. Too cheerily, it sounded to me. I'd been talking to it every night for months now, so I could tell something was off.

"Thanks, but what's wrong?" I asked.

"Oh, I hate this part of the job. I am so sorry to inform you that this space-time glory hole location will be closing in one Earth week. I've just been given notice."

I was crushed. "Why? Did I do something wrong? I promise, whatever it is, I will fix it. I can do better!" I cried desperately.

"Oh, no, no, no, it's not you, I promise. This is just what happens with space-time glory holes. They open in one location for a while, and then they move somewhere else in time and space. It is how they are designed. You have done a fantastic job, all of our clients have been so pleased! And there is still a week to go, we wouldn't close it down on you without notice. Ok? Take care honey, see you tomorrow." And with that, the space-time glory hole closed. I think the facilitator wanted to avoid a scene.

I sat down, head in hands, my usual post servicing endorphins replaced by a feeling of panic and dread. The thought of my life returning to what it was pre-glory hole was horrible. I could not just be a GAP employee again. What was I going to do without the space-time glory hole?

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Stay tuned for part 3, coming soon...