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My First Glory Hole Party
Who are the women behind the wall, you might ask… Where do they come from? What are they like?Well… let me tell you my story.
I will start by telling you that just 3 years ago (well into my thirties), I had only had sex with three men in my life. I grew up sheltered and for the majority of my life felt embarrassed by my interest in and sometimes obsession with sex. I hid my fantasies and spent years focused on doing all I could to please the men in my life. I was accused of being “too into sex” and told by my ex that I had a “problem”. So, I went underground and tried to mask my feelings. This all persisted until I met a man who challenged me to explore myself. In the past 3 years, my boyfriend has unlocked years of repression and continues to encourage my exploration of desire, passion, and intense pleasure.
I delight in giving men pleasure—it’s as simple as that. I fantasize about it. Bottom line: I love to watch men cum. It is a passion unlike any other for me. In the exploration of my own desires, I have come to realize that the more men I can please, the more intense my own energy is. However, because of the years of repression, I’ve had a hard time breaking out of old habits and allowing myself to discover my passions. With the encouragement of the man in my life, we decided to attend a Glory Hole party to further explore my desires. There were no expectations and there was no pressure. I could do as much or as little as I wanted. I had complete freedom.
We arrived to the party early. I was nervous and wanted to be sure I could relax a bit before things got started. I’m not sure if I was more nervous about the party or about how to make small talk with the others behind the wall. We were immediately greeted by our incredibly friendly hosts as well as another couple who had been there before. The couple was so nice and easy to talk to that I immediately relaxed and felt at ease.
Before long, we could hear men arriving. As the crowd increased, other women and their partners joined us behind the wall. And then, all of a sudden, the first cock appeared. “Holy shit” , I thought, “I’m really going to do this”. Then a cock appeared in front of me—a big cock that I immediately guided into my mouth. I took the whole length into my mouth, licking the base of his balls with my tongue and closing my throat around his hardness as I began to suck and stroke him with my mouth and my hands. With both hands around his shaft, sometimes fondling his balls, I sucked and stroked until I could begin to feel his cock pulse and the first load of cum shot into my mouth.
It was like a drug. I felt incredible and I wanted MORE. The next cock appeared and I hungrily took it into my mouth. From behind me, my boyfriend removed my shirt so that I could rub the hard cocks between my tits as I sucked and fondled each man. He slipped into me and fucked me hard from behind as I sucked one cock after another. I could feel him shoot his cum all over my ass as another guy shot cum on my face.Pictures were being taken as each man shot his load on my face, on my tits, on my skirt… in my mouth. I opened my mouth to show off the cum on my tongue before I swallowed and licked each drop.
I can’t remember when I took a break. How many men had I made cum? Was it 20!? I really don’t remember. I went out to the bar with just my skirt on. I needed a beer and I wanted to see some of the men—I wanted to see who was on the other side. One might think that I was serving the men. But, really (in my mind), they were serving me. I was feeding on them and their energy. And, I wanted more.
Before I left the bar, one man specifically requested me. He was a really cute young guy and I was so turned on that he wanted me to suck his cock. I very eagerly went back to my position behind the wall to enjoy him. As I softly slid him into my mouth, I noticed how good he felt and how good he smelled. I slowly slid him in and out of my mouth, using my hands while licking and sucking on his balls. Before he came, I handed him a condom over the wall so that he could slide into my pussy. I felt him fuck me through the wall and loved it. I loved feeling how excited he was. I loved feeling his passion. I turned around and took him into my mouth once again to feel him cum in the back of my throat. I very gently enjoyed licking him clean… and he seemed to like how much I loved enjoying every last second of my time with him.
My last load of the night was the last guy there. I think my record for the night was 24 or was it 28? I really don’t remember; I lost count. Before he came, he asked my boyfriend if he could watch me give him head and my man agreed. I came out from hiding to finish him off and loved watching him thrust his cock into my mouth and down my throat until he shot cum deep into me.
I had been there for a little over 4 hours and I was exhausted but felt as though I was floating on air. I had cum all over my skirt and all down my shirt (once I found it behind the wall). I put my clothing on as though it was a trophy and gave my boyfriend a huge hug—it was one of the most amazing nights of my life and I can’t wait to go again.
Doc here again... That is a fantastic first person account of the deep inside of this private club. Thanks again for the great report!