I go dogging and become a mobile gloryhole!

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Alone in a hotel room!

Taking of my panties.........slowly

The joy of gloryholes

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!

The moment before I'm fucked

There are some moments in life that are really worth savouring carefully. For there is, a few seconds before a man penetrates me with his penis, that are extraordinary in their powerful eroticism.

I am on all fours my bottom naked and raised, my whole being focused on the coming impaling on a hard erect phallus. Every cell in my body has reached what can only be described as a climax of submissive desire. I need to be taken, to be filled and serviced like some mare in heat being held by the bridle as the stallion prepares to mount her. The tension, although short-lived, is palpable and my sphincter twitches, tightening then relaxing at the entrance to my naked and exposed ass. The skin of my buttocks is incredibly sensitive, the slightest touch from the tip of my lover’s fingers sends shivers down my thighs and makes me involuntarily arch my back even more, presenting up that entrance to my trans-girl sex for him, making it blatantly obvious what my desires are …..and he becomes my strong alpha male archetype.

I know that his hands have been fondling the big hard knotted shaft and slipping around the fat purple bulbous head and sometimes there is by now, a few clear drops of pre-cum appearing at the dark eye in the swollen crown that leads down to his large balls, gently moving in their wrinkled sac.

I am balanced on a knife edge of pleasure I know that he is so close with his hard, ready, cock, I can feel the heat from the head warming the curved entrance to my ass-cunt.  For a moment I can’t swallow properly because my mouth is so dry with anticipation and all I need now is to feel his weight and the initially painful stretching apart and opening, as his large organ skewers me to my heart and I am filled and mated and subdued, I become his conquered female, the object and generator of his lust and the final cup for his seed.

At last I let out a gasp as the hot tight skin of his cock presses into me and I sigh and spread my legs wider, swiveling my pelvis upwards,  so the angle of his thrust meets directly in line with the waiting dark sheath of my sex. The head nuzzles at first, leaving a shiny smears of pre-cum on the soft skin around my anus then the real journey begins.

I feel my sphincter initially hold him back, then as the pressure on me increases I take a deep deep breath and relax and in that second of relaxing, his cock head pushed past the tight ring and into the heated wet depth of my waiting body. I usually let out a soft moan as he continues the pushing and I open up for him, letting him slide deeper and deeper inside me, sending a cascade of sensations spreading out through my torso, making me arch my back to meet this hard male penetration.

I push back on him…..and at last he is embedded in me completely, his pubic bone pressed against the soft skin of my bottom and I can feel the whole heated length of baby-making manhood twitch and swell inside me.

I am now reading for the proper breeding, the rhythmic hard thrusting that lets him take control of me and use my body as the final warm receptacle of his sperm, that journey that prompts those big swinging balls to pump up a thick creamy load of spunk to be squirted as far inside my body as he can reach.

I smile and close my eyes as he pumps and pumps into me, his weight pressing me forward. I have been bred………… and I am now a very happy girl! 

Me getting fucked by a big vegetable

Those of you who have worked their way through past postings on my blog will know that when I am feeling horny and in need of some firm persistent and deeply felt sex, I am often found on the bed, my legs wide apart and bottom thrust outwards, my buttocks parted and my hands gripping a large cucumber bought fresh from my local supermarket. It’s not elegant but by golly it satisfies a girl’s inner need to feel her insides being re-arranged by a big fat penetrating shape in her pussy. The squirting of KY jelly all over the hard green surface and the shivery anticipation is wonderful and exhilarating as I feel the tip of the hard vegetable nuzzle into the soft entrance to my ass-pussy, it is enough to make my little clit begin to dribble pre-cum before I’ve even got going properly. The first penetration takes my breath away as I feel the cold hard shape slowly slide in and begin its journey into the softest most open part of my body. Till after some patient pushing and holding it tight I am feeling very full and very stretched as the tip is pressed deep inside me belly.

It is all so quiet and personal, don’t get me wrong I adore being in the arms of a man and have him seduce me and take me and give me a good fucking but alternatively, quiet moments like this when you are controlling the speed of penetration and the depth of penetrations makes for a special personal sexy time.

So here I am in the pictures, open and very wet inside with a large cucumber slowly making its way into the tight warm depth of my pussy, my little stretched open sphincter is gripping it and sending wonderful sensations into my crotch making me so so wet and drip pre-cum all over my thighs. I hope you enjoy the pictures, of course I’d prefer a nice big hard eager cock pushing its way into me and filling me with gallons of hot creamy spunk……. but when I am alone and feeling frisky a nice big vegetable is the next best thing!