Sunday, 1 November 2015

Glory Hole

Jean, my twenty-eight year old wife, had been asking questions about the adult bookstore downtown for some time now. She wanted to know what was in there, who was in there, what went on in there and what might happen if we went in there. (MMF, gh, breast-torture-fetish)

We’re finally here, I thought to myself as we pulled into the parking lot of an adult bookstore a few miles from our house. Jean, my twenty-eight year old wife, had been asking questions about it for some time now. She wanted to know what was in there, who was in there, what went on in there, what might happen if we went in there. 

She had heard about glory holes, especially as they were used by the gay community for anonymous oral sex. But she also wondered what she might do in there, wondered what might be done to her in there. For months now, she had raised the occasional question, the probing inquiry. But now we were here, parked, ready to go inside.

Jean was dressed for the event. She wore a short dress that was low cut, showing off her firm tits. She had lots of tan shoulder and arm exposed, lots of sexy leg. Only three buttons on top kept the dress on her. It could be removed in an instant. Underneath she wore, at my suggestion, nothing. Her sandals made her legs look so tan, so naked.

And now she was letting herself out of the car. As she stood in the parking lot, she looked around to see if anyone was there who might recognize her. She didn’t want to be seen going into an adult book store. She didn’t want to have to explain anything to anybody she might know. We hurried towards the door and went inside.

As Jean went amongst the many men looking at magazines on racks, I bought a ton of video booth tokens, hoping for the best. When I walked towards her, I saw the men staring at her, looking at her body, wondering why she was there. She seemed not to notice them as she paged through an issue of Barely Legal. When she saw me, she showed me a picture of two very young girls, hardly any tits at all, kissing each other deeply. It was a sexy  picture.

Jean continued looking through the mags, browsing with all the men, getting their attention. She examined the entire range of magazines: gay cocks slapping against each other, lesbian pussy on display, shemales ejaculating, tit whipping, group sex... the whole range available in the store. The men never took their eyes off her. 

Finally she was hot enough from the magazines to take my hand and say "Let’s find a hole". We headed down the back hall towards the private booths. She opened the door of one and saw multiple holes in both side walls. She looked down at the floor and saw the cum stains. Then she proceeded to move down the hall, opening each door and inspecting the holes, evaluating the best opportunity for anonymous sex. Several men had followed us and were waiting to see which booth she would select.

When she opened the door to a booth near the middle of the hall, she stopped dead. On one wall there was the usual arrangement of two or three holes at cock level. On the other wall, however, there was a huge hole – giant, really – at cock level and with two smaller holes above it. 

She walked in. I followed and shut the door. As Jean peered through the holes to see if anyone was in the adjacent booths, I pumped tokens into the video machine. Up came a video of a woman fucking a very young girl while another young girl watched.

We immediately heard the doors open on both adjacent booths. Whoever was in the booth with the giant hole did not hesitate. He was already sticking his hand and arm through one of the two smaller upper holes, reaching for one of Jean’s breasts. She stood directly in front of those holes and watched the anonymous hand come to her right tit. She looked at me as the hand started playing with her tit, teasing it, exciting it. When the hand moved over to Jean’s other tit, she let out a quiet moan. 

We were doing it. We had come to the adult book store, found a booth with glory holes, and Jean was getting felt up by an anonymous hand. Soon the other hand and arm came through the second upper hole and now Jean was enjoying having her tits played with by two anonymous hands. She was very excited. She had sensitive tits and always loved any sex play they received, but this scene transcended everything she had experienced before.

Then the hands went right onto Jean’s nipples and gave them a light pinch. Jean gasped with pleasure and kept her tits pointing straight at the hands, hoping for more of where that came from.

Instead, though, the hands found those three buttons on her dress and quickly undid them. Then the hands went up to Jean’s neck and surrounded it, rubbing her erotically. As the hands moved down her shoulders they pushed the dress straps off. As the hands moved down Jean’s arms they pushed her dress down and off her until it started to fall. I caught it and held it low as Jean stepped out of it, naked now but for her sandals. She kept her legs a bit open, open and in front of that giant hole.

I hung up her dress on a hook on the booth door as the hands came up to her tits again and cupped them. Then the anonymous hands started to work Jean’s tits. She let out another, louder and longer, moan. This inspired the hands to start really working those tits of hers.

The hands were squeezing, pushing and pulling at Jean’s tits. She looked at me as the tit play got wilder and rougher. Then the thumbs and fingers were holding her nipples in a light pinch. She looked down at them, wondering what would be next.

"Shit!" Jean shrieked as she jerked back, freeing her tits from the hands. Apparently the hands had pinched her, pinched her hard.  Jean was looking at me, rubbing her nipples to sooth them. I wasn’t sure if it was all over at that point or what. Would Jean put her clothes back on and we would leave with a lesson learned? Or what would she want to do?

Then, unexpectedly, the hands snapped their fingers. The sound and gesture shocked Jean. The hands were impatient? They wanted her tits back? They wanted to inflict more pain? Jean looked at me with a combination of apprehension and sheer sex. Then, amazingly, she stepped forward and slowly put her tits back into those anonymous rough hands.

Immediately the hands went to work, even more roughly than before. And why not? Jean had taken the pain and then, only with limited hesitation, had put her tits right back into those hands, apparently seeking more of the same. But this time it wasn’t the same, it was more brutal. The hands went to work, went to work fast and hard.

But this time Jean stood her ground as the hands roughed up her tits. She stood her ground as the hands squeezed and pulled at her. She stood her ground as the hands slapped her tits and then pinched her nipples. She even stood her ground as one hand held her left tit in a squeeze, her nipple sticking out as the other hand slapped it back and forth. She took it all, spreading her legs a bit wider, her cunt opening up in front of the giant hole below, getting wet.

Then, when the hands held her nipples in a long, hard pinch, Jean still stood her ground. Even as the pinch turned violent, causing Jean to gasp and grimace, she still stood her ground, taking the pain. But when the pinch became a vicious tug down and up and then down again, Jean cried out and jerked herself free once again, panting, her red, swollen tits heaving in the dim light of the booth.

But the instant those hands snapped their fingers again, Jean thrust forward, no hesitation, putting her punished tits back yet again into harm’s way. This time the hands grabbed her nipples and pulled them forward, towards the holes. That’s when I realized that the holes were positioned and sized perfectly to have Jean’s tits poke through them. The hands forcefully pulled Jean’s tits right through the holes. Her body was pressed up flat against the cum-stained wall as her tits protruded into the mystery of the next booth. 

And then all was still and quiet. Jean’s naked body was flush with the wood wall, her flesh pressed up against the cum stains, her shoulders flat against the rough surface so as to push her tits as far through the holes as possible, extending her tits into the booth with the anonymous hands as deeply as possible. And there Jean stood, waiting, waiting with her tits through the holes, ready to accept whatever the violent hands would do to them. Jean stood there vulnerable and waiting, her tits stuck through the holes and at the mercy of the anonymous hands.

And then she cried out in pain, excruciating pain. Something had happened alright, something violent to one of her tits. But still she stood her ground, tits still through the holes, still at the mercy of the torturous hands, waiting.

She suddenly cried out again, even louder, something having happened to her other tit. But still she stood her ground, naked skin pressed up against the cum stained wood wall, tits through the holes. Jean was determined to take whatever the hands gave out.

And then her tits were in deep torture again. Jean writhed and cried out, twisted and humped the giant hole with her pelvis, but she kept those tits through the holes. As she moaned and cried, I realized that her tits were being punished rapidly and brutally. 

I didn’t know what to do. Should I stop this violence to her tits and pull her out of those holes? Or should I push against her back, pressing her tits even further into those holes, preventing her from escaping the pain she seemed to be enjoying so deeply?

But then something must have really happened to her because Jean jumped back, taking her tits out of the holes, retreating to the safety of our booth. She looked down at her tits and then looked at me. Slowly, she turned to face me, showing me her tits. In addition to being all swollen and red, they were covered in saliva. There were teeth marks on them. Apparently the anonymous hands had been joined by an anonymous mouth.

And then the hands were back at the holes, snapping their fingers, impatient for Jean’s hurt tits. Instantly, again without hesitation, Jean went flush up against the cum stained wood wall with her naked body and stuck her battered and bitten tits through the holes. She wanted more, and she wanted it all.

The anonymous hands and mouth seemed to deliver as Jean quivered with pain. She moaned and gasped as the torture continued. Tears started streaming down her face as her tits took everything the anonymous hands and mouth could give her.

Then, suddenly, all was quiet again. Was it over? Or was something new about to begin?

Jean, with the side of her face pressed against the wall, looked at me with new terror. Something different was happening, something incredibly painful, something to her left tit, something exquisitely painful.

Then, quiet again.

But then Jean moaned deeply and twisted her body so that even more of her right tit was at the mercy of the mystery in the next booth. Again the look on her face was of torture, exquisite tit torture. What was he doing to her tits?

Then, suddenly, she was humping the wall. Or, more specifically, she was humping the big hole in the wall. Looking down, I saw one of the anonymous hands fingering Jean, finger fucking her cunt violently. This wasn’t a finger teasing her cunt, it was three fingers punching into her cunt, rapidly and violently, with no interest in how she liked it. The hand fucked her cunt unmercifully.

Jean’s reaction was to push her cunt towards the hole and accept the violent finger fuck. As she did, she leaned back and her tits came out of the upper holes. I saw the fruits of the anonymous hands’ labor: through each of Jean’s tits was a safety pin, a safety pin fastened.

Shit. He had pushed pins through her tits and then fastened them. Exquisite pain, exquisite tit torture. And now he was finishing her off, finger fucking her cunt violently.

As Jean started to cum, she began to collapse. I caught her and held her up as she shook with her orgasm. She came and she came and she came. As she came, I couldn’t resist feeling her tits, pulling lightly on the pins through her tits, teasing her tits with the pins stuck right through them. And when her orgasm was over, she collapsed to her knees on the cum stained floor, her pinned tits heaving in the dim light.

And then it came through the giant hole. The anonymous cock. It was big and it was beautiful. And it was dripping pre-cum into our booth.

Then also through the giant hole came the anonymous hands. They came into our booth and grabbed Jean’s hair, pulling her face towards the anonymous cock. The hands strong grip on Jean’s hair held her head in place as the cock was thrust into her mouth. They held her head steady, in front of the giant hole, as the cock started to violently fuck her face. 

Jean just leaned forward towards the hole and took the face fuck. As the cock pumped into her mouth over and over again, the hands pulled her head more towards the hole, eventually into it. Then her head disappeared through the hole, getting face fucked violently in the next booth from a guy that had just stuck pins through her tits.

The scene was so overwhelming, I couldn’t resist. I took my cock out and started to masturbate. I wanted to cum all over Jean’s naked shoulders, back and ass as her head stuck through the hole, her face getting fucked by an anonymous cock.

But as I stroked my cock, I heard the anonymous cock start to cum. Jean’s head stayed through the hole as I heard the moans and groans of orgasm. Suddenly Jean’s head was thrust back through the hole, released from the face fuck. She looked unbelievably sexy with hair messed up, cum dripping out of her mouth and her battered tits with pins sticking through them.

She turned to look at me and saw me pumping away at my cock, getting close to cumming. Immediately she stood up and kissed me, kissed me deeply with all the anonymous cum in and around her mouth. She hadn’t swallowed it all, and so her mouth was full of cum for me to taste, for me to swallow. As we kissed, cum swapping, I felt a hand join mine on my cock. Jean and I looked down and saw the anonymous hands pushing my hand away, grabbing my hard cock and pulling it towards the hole.

Jean immediately pulled my pants and shorts down to my ankles and pushed my ass towards the hole, pushed my cock through the hole. Then those anonymous hands reached around my ass, pulling my cock completely through the hole into the darkness of the next booth. 

Fearful, I didn’t know what to expect. But then I felt my cock engulfed by what felt like the most wonderful of all mouths in the world. I felt the most exquisite sucking of my entire life. As my hips naturally responded by fucking into the anonymous mouth, the anonymous hands pulled my ass cheeks apart and started playing with my asshole. 

The combination of the fingers on and in my asshole with the best blow job of my life was making me cum, cum big time. Jean gave me another cum-flavored kiss and then she leaned against the wall where I could see her play with the pins in her tits. That’s when I exploded, exploded with the biggest orgasm of my life.

When it was over, I was too weak to move. As I leaned against the wall, Jean just stood next to me with a smile, playing with the pins through her tits. Then she took her dress off the door hook and put it on. The thin material didn’t hide the pins stuck through her tits. I pulled up my pants and zipped them up. 

Jean opened the door and we headed out of the booth into the narrow hall. Many men were in the hall, waiting, waiting to see the woman who had gone into the booth with the giant hole. As Jean brushed past them, her pinned tits were proudly on display.

We left the store and got back into the car. As I started to drive home, Jean rolled down her window for some fresh air. Then she undid the three buttons on her dress and looked down at the pins in her tits. Eventually her fingers started playing with the pins, pulling on them, twisting them. As I drove, watching her play with her pinned tits, I wondered what she would let me do them. 

Perhaps I could pull and twist those pins. Maybe even, just maybe, I could unsnap them, pull them out and then stick them back into her tits, stick them back in again and again and again.

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