A few years ago good old ‘gloryholes’ were a regular and
popular feature of toilets and lavatory cubicles everywhere. Nowadays we are
greeted by large sheets of metal covering any frailty of the wall and making
the drilling of holes between cubicles almost completely impossible.
For me the gloryhole used to hold a strong and powerful
erotic fascination and to be honest over the years I have had some truly
orgasmic sex in them. I loved the anonymity of the whole thing, the strange
disconnection between person and sex organ. That may sound antisocial and I do
love being seduced and fucked by a man in the flesh, face to face and groin to
groin. But when sitting on the lavatory seat and having a large erect penis
suddenly pop out of the wall inviting you to do ‘something’ interesting with
it…..was both highly arousing and something of a challenge to an idle girl in a
cubicle.
When I was younger and dressed i would go to late night
motorway stops and sneak in the man’s toilets even though i was wearing a slinky
dress and heels. There used to be some
lively action on the motorway stop coming into London on the M4 and a number of
cubicles were blessed with sizeable holes in the walls that would be the source
of some electric sex. When the current
motorway service station was being built on the M40 near Oxford there was a
temporary stop with toilets that were used at night by all the trucking guys
and there were some well used gloryholes. I found others across the country and
found some even in department store toilets that were popular.
I would sit there in a short dress and stockings and wait
patiently till I heard someone enter the next door cubicle. There would then be
either a player or a non-player situation! When I entered the cubicle there
would often be a little patchwork of toilet paper covering my side of the
gloryhole itself and my first step was to remove it so if anyone peered through
I would be on full display.
After the initial noise of someone entering there would be a
pause as the neighbour realised there was a hole and sometimes a beady little
eye would appear at the hole and take in the scene of me sitting there my clit
sticking up out of my knickers and my legs splayed my fingers gently rubbing
the swollen little head of my sticky clit.
Then after a pause a large pink penis would gently poke
through the hole and present itself proud and hard, veined with a bright red
hard rounded head. I would lean forward and very gently finger the presented phallus
and give its owner some confidence that what might follow was going to feel
very pleasant. I would lean forward and gently close my warm lips around the gorged
head and begin tracing outlines underneath the tip of the bulbous crown with
the tip of my tongue. This usually triggered a series of little thrusting
motions from its owner, as he enjoyed the unseen blowjob giver, taking his manhood
in her throat.
Now depending o the situation I would either carry on with
my blowjob till I felt a great jism squirt against the back of my throat or…….take
it to stage two, which was when I would take him out of my mouth and slip a
waiting condom over the cock and bend over, arching my back a little to help me
guide the shaft head into my now very open ass-pussy and then push gently back against
the cubicle wall enjoying the gut warming sensation of the whole cock sliding into
my open rear. Sometimes the owner of the
now impaled cock would begin frantic thrusting in and out of my ass while all I
would have to do is brace my arms on the opposite wall and keep my buttocks
pressed up hard against the cool formica of the toilet wall. After some noisy banging
up me, there would be a muted grunt and moan as I felt the rampant cock suddenly
stiffening and an out of rhythm jerking, as he shot his load as deep as he
could push inside me. Sometimes the owner of the protruding cock was a bit lazy
and I’d find myself like a wanton slut, arms out and braced me high heels
planted wide apart, hammering my ass
back on the rigid pole and usually ending up with my own shattering sissygasm, hopefully
synchronised with his own shooting climax.
In the days before AID reared its dreadful head i would once
established in my cubicle, just bend over and present my puckered hole up to whoever
came in the other side. Many times I would just stand bent over while a series
of various shaped cocks would be tentatively slid into my warm waiting hole and
after a couple of sticky minutes of banging me, shoot their load deep in my
ass. After two or three gloryholes lovers, I would end up dripping cum from my
ass all over the toilet floor in big white sticky drops. My whoreish record was
one night when I managed five guys all fucking me. The first two had hung
around the toilet and I heard them say there is a great fuck in that cubicle to
some other guys who had just come in on the off-chance of some glory hole sex.
Another occasion I got so worked up and turned on I left my
door unlocked and I ended up with a cock from the gloryhole in my ass and two
guys who squeezed into my cubicle for
some alternate cock-sucking., it all became a bit orgiastic!
So sadly the gloryholes are slowly disappearing and the
advent of the HIV plague toned down some of the more adventurous experiences I
used to have in toilets as a ‘transgirl in heat’.
Before i finish this blog entry i ought to both thank and
congratulate on special guy who at a toilet in surrey near a local beauty spot
managed a feat of incredible sexual dexterity. We were in cubicles with no
holes in the wall but a largish gap between the floor and the wall. It was
summer and it was late at night and i was wearing a light summer dress and
stocking but with no panties. My lover, after establishing contact via whispers,
got down on the floor and managed to position his groin so his cock stuck out
from under the cubicle wall. I put my back to his wall and tucked my dress in around
my waist and gently slid down the wall my legs positioned as wide apart as I
could get them and after a little jockeying for the right angle, I managed,
with my hand, to guide him into me and once in, lowered my torso down until his
whole shaft was buried in my ass.
Because of our unusual ‘locked together’ position, it was
not easy to move and gain some friction on his cock or my hole but we were both
so turned on, that with only minimal movement we both started to have noisy
orgasms as I felt that sudden wet heat deep inside me as his sperm was shot way
up my twitching gripping ass and my own orgasm flowed through my hips and
pelvis making me squat down harder on the squirting shaft.
We stayed like that his cock locked into my wide open hole,
as we panted and let our orgasms subside. I then shakily, managed to stand up
and couldn’t help but let great drops of his spunk splash out from between my
legs over his now shiny, sticky phallus, that was still poking out under the cubicle
partition.
He did say goodbye properly though before he left, as I came
out to find him waiting for me and after some strange mumbles and long held eye
contact, he grabbed me and kissed me hard while pushing me up against a long
low row of aluminium wash-hand basins and lifting me bodily so I was perched on
the edge he pushed my dress up out of the way and quickly pushed his still hard,
wet and sticky cock back up into my hole again. We stayed like that for another
couple of minutes while he gently fucked me, rocking back and forth again only
this time in a good position that helped him bury his cock deeper and deeper into
my soft, spunk-filled belly
So yes!!!.......I miss gloryholes!!!......and wish there
were still a few cubicles around the country without large stainless steel walls,
where I could sneak in wearing a pretty dress and some outrageous lingerie and
satisfy an anonymous man in the anonymous night and leave full of his anonymous
sperm! Although these days of course his sperm would be in a condom put in my
handbag!
