Glory Hole Gal: A BBC

Glory Hole Gal: A BBC

Summary: A return to the glory holes rewarded with first black cock.

Note 1: This is installment three in an ongoing series.

In Glory Hole Gal, a college freshman dying to relive her European glory hole adventure finds one in an adult store near her school. On Halloween she becomes Glory Hole Gal and uses her anonymity to overcome her doubts and service five dicks and a pussy.

In episode 2 (A Bad Beautiful Girl), later that night at a Halloween party, Glory Hole Gal's secret identity is uncovered when the pussy she serviced earlier at the glory hole braces her on the dance floor. Ten minutes later she is in the girl's dorm room and taking part in a marathon lesbian sexual encounter. It is both raw and romantic, with a strap-on, tribbing, lots of kissing, and multiple orgasms.

And now... the next morning....

Note 2: Thanks to Small_Island for editing.

Glory Hole Gal: A BBC

I woke up to the amazing sensation of having my pussy licked... All Saints Day, indeed. As I lay there enjoying the best possible alarm clock, it all came back to me... Halloween night starting at a glory hole and ending in a college dorm room. The common factor? The sweet pussy I'd eaten in both places. And now the owner of that pussy was eating me.

I moved my hands under the covers and to her hair to let her know I was awake.

"Just having some breakfast," Savannah said, as she continued probing my hole.

I was about to say I could use some breakfast myself when I suddenly felt her fingers slide inside me. "I could use some... oh God!"

"Come for me, sexy," she said, as she started to finger bang me out of nowhere while also tugging my clit between her lips and simultaneously flicking it with the tip of her talented tongue.

"Oh fuck, don't stop," I moaned loudly, the sudden double attack taking a slow leisurely flame into a burning inferno in a heartbeat.

"I love this fucking pussy," she said, while continuously pleasing me inside and out.

"You're fucking driving me wild," I said, as I squeezed my legs against her head, lifted my ass up and came all over her face... in under a minute... like a teenage boy.

"Mmmmmmmm," she purred, as she lapped up my pussy cum.

A minute later, as my orgasm was just beginning to subside, I demanded, "Come sit on my face. I need your pussy right fucking now."

"You craving my pussy that bad?" she asked, sucking on my clit and recreating another intense pleasure.

"Please, I have to have your juicy pussy," I pleaded, indeed craving her pussy.

"I guess I can let you have breakfast in bed too," she said playfully, getting out from underneath the sheets and then climbing up and straddling my face. This time facing the opposite way as she used the wall for balance as she lowered herself on my face.

I immediately began licking her pussy which I was already rather addicted to. I parted her lips and stimulated her pussy, creating wetness.

"Oh yes, baby, I love your tongue in my pussy," Savannah moaned.

"I love this boxed breakfast," I replied, as I began to savour her natural sweetness.

"Mmmmmmm," she purred, as she enjoyed my tongue.

After a few minutes, as her moans increased, I felt her hand grip the hair at the top of my head. She pulled me deep into her wetness and began grinding on me. Like yesterday, I just kept my tongue extended as best I could although with this different angle I was able to be more lingually productive.

"Oh yes, oh yes, oh fucking yes," Savannah moaned and erupted while holding my head in place, coating my entire face with her morning cream.

When she let go, I aggressively pushed her onto her back and dove between her legs to lap up any cum I wasn't already wearing.

"Oh, you hungry slut," she moaned.

"I'll eat this pussy any time, any place," I said as I had promised last night, my resolve to be a pussy munching pet for her un-wavering. "Just beckon me and I'll be there," I declared, before going searching for more of her cum.

"Good to know," she said. Then suddenly, "Crap, I don't even know your name."

She'd forgotten my name after all we'd done together? Then I realized I really hadn't told her; I'd been the anonymous Glory Hole Gal through both of our Halloween encounters. "It's Ashleigh," I finally offered.

"Which spelling?"

"The most unique, A-s-h-l-e-i-g-h," I spelt out.

"Perfect for a beauty like you," she said, kissing me.

"I also don't have your number," she said a bit pensively. "That's weird. You got my name and number, but I didn't get either of yours. For me it's usually the other way around. Wow, you really cast a spell on me." She kissed me again.

I was so thrilled, my pussy started a fresh wave of dampness. She'd clearly dominated me all night, but still I'd gotten the upper hand. You go, Glory Hole Gal, I congratulated myself. To Savannah I said, as smoothly as I could, "We can rectify that."

"First we shower," she said.

A warm shower, romantic as we washed each other's bodies and kissed. When we got out and dried off, I realized I didn't have any clothes other than last night's Catwoman costume.

Savannah generously lent me a skirt and sweatshirt. After we exchanged numbers and kissed once more, she said, "Once I get back on Sunday night we are going to have some fun."

"I can't wait," I said, as I headed out, feeling a giddy rush at the thought I might be in a relationship, or at least in the beginning of a relationship.

I also recalled the wild reality that I'd sucked five cocks, swallowed four of their loads, took the other in my pussy, and ate Savannah's pussy; all through holes in walls. This made my pussy burn as I recalled the amazing loads I took and the exhilaration of my glory hole experience.

Wanting to keep Savanah on my mind, I kept her sweatshirt and her skirt on, but added a pair of beige thigh highs that would be hidden under the skirt... unless I didn't pay attention when sitting down.

All day Friday, I was feeling on cloud nine. My time with Savannah had been so perfect and she was so perfect I felt the possibility of a relationship being something I actually may want. Yet, and I was feeling some guilt about this after the amazing night and morning, I was also recalling the exhilaration of my glory hole experience and all the loads I received.

As the day went on, I noticed I got a few glances and double takes in the nylons... The big-dicked man who'd had me foot-jerk him with my stockinged-feet was apparently correct about boys my age being turned on by women wearing nylons.

I got a text from Savannah at lunch: Too bad I left an hour ago, I bet you could use some of this for lunch.

The attachment was her in a car, legs spread, her appealing pussy in full view.

I responded: Now you have me starving.

She replied: I should have just brought you with me, but I didn't want to scare you off. I mean I wasn't sure one night of unbridled passion meant we were an item.

A second text: Sorry, I probably shouldn't have said that.

I replied back, wanting her to be clear she should have said that: Savannah, I'm happy you said that. I WOULD have gone with you. I can't explain it, but I already have feelings for you in more ways than just being your pet and you being my Mistress.

I clicked send and realized I had used a term I hadn't used yesterday. In fact, it was a term I'd never used before; why now?

Luckily, her response wasn't about the term, but about my message: Ashleigh, I'm thrilled you are having the same warm, confusing and consuming feelings I am having. I have never missed someone just hours after seeing them.

My heart warmed. Then my phone rang.

It was Savannah.

"Hey," I said, answering it.

"I just thought such words should be said in person," she said, "or at least be heard."

"I don't know," I said, "I imagine I'll be reading them over and over."

She laughed, "I likely will too."

There was a pause.

"So," she continued, "do you want to be my girlfriend?"

"Yes," I responded, perhaps a little too fast, sounding a little too eager, yet I didn't care. I just wanted to speak my truth.

"Sweet," she said, then added, "I've only had one serious girlfriend ever."

"That is one more than me."

"Really?" she said, obviously surprised. "Boyfriends?" she asked

I hesitated, then decided that if this was really something, then it needed truth and transparency. I had to be honest about the conflicting feelings I'd had last night about enjoying the glory hole cocks even while falling in love with her pussy.

"I had two during high school," I said. "Although I wouldn't call either of them super serious. But Savannah?"

"Yes, pet?"

"I did get serious about cocks and you saw last night that I still am. Even though right now I want nothing more than to feast on your sweet peach." She had to have heard the nervousness in my voice and I hoped I hadn't just ruined everything.

I began to relax when she answered with a chuckle. "Hey, Ashleigh, don't forget what I went to the glory holes for last night myself. I certainly wasn't expecting to be receiving rather than giving. I guess we're both just a couple of pussy loving, cock sluts."

"Pussy loving," I agreed, emphasizing the second word.

"Now, on another note," she said.

"Yes?" I asked tentatively.

"You called me Mistress."

"I did," I admitted. "I didn't even realize it until after I pressed send."

"Do you want me to be your Mistress?"

"In public I want to hold your hand and be your girlfriend," I said, thinking how cool that would be, "but in the bedroom I want to be your pet."

"I see," she said. After a pause that seemed to be an eternity to me, she added, "I like that."

"You had me worried."

"I was just thinking what I am going to do to you next time I fuck you," she said bluntly.

"That is two full days away," I sighed, wishing she could fuck me now.

"Well, you have the glory hole to keep you satisfied until I get home," she said.

"You're still okay with that?"

"Of course," she said. "Now that we're a couple you can't be hooking up with other girls unless I am with you, but you can still suck dick."

"Okay," I said a little hesitantly, this being a rather unique start to a relationship and yet one I could deal with. One was just sex; the other was something more.

"I'm serious," she stressed, "take all the dick and cum you want. In fact, I expect details about the loads you extract between now and when I get back."

"Seriously?" I asked, overwhelmed by her suggestions.

"Yes," she said. "I love cock too. I plan to get some cum while home as well."

"Okay," I said, finding this new relationship hot and kind of confusing.

"So, suck some dick, swallow some cum, and call me tonight when you get back from getting your fill."

"All right, I can do that," I laughed.

"All right, I'll talk to you tonight," she said.

"Okay."

"Bye."

"Bye."

The rest of the day was a wild mixture of feelings. On the one hand, I had a girlfriend. On the other hand, I still craved cock. On the mutant third hand, so did she and she'd not only encouraged, but demanded I go suck some.

But, was it real or was it a test? And what about me? Did I really want to start the most romantic relationship of my life by cheating on my new love on the very first day at a glory hole? I went back and forth between going and not going... eventually, the craving for cock, the craving for cum and the craving to be on my knees convinced me Savannah had been serious about wanting me to indulge those cravings, cravings we shared.

In the evening, as soon as it got dark, I headed back to the adult shop searching for cock, telling a couple of friends I would meet them later at a party... of course there was another one even after the Halloween parties that ran into the early morning. Ah, college life...

Once inside, I went to the costume area and found a couple of masks I liked. One thing I'd learned was, if I was going to use the double glory hole room, which I planned to use if open, I needed my face covered since the other hole could be used to peek through and watch me sucking dick or even getting fucked.

The middle eastern worker, who I assumed was the owner, walked over to me and warmly said, "I'm glad you're back."

"Uh, thanks," I said, not sure what else to say.

"Since you're back I figured I would introduce myself," he said warmly. "I'm Mohammad."

"Nice to meet you," I replied, although I didn't offer him my name.

"In case you plan to come here on a regular basis," he continued, "I figured I should explain a couple of things."

"Like what?" I asked, curious what information he wanted to share.

"Well, you seemed to get the hang of the colored light system last time; do you have any questions about that?"

I didn't at first, but then I asked, "Couples. What's the message there?"

"For you, it's to let you know that you could be facing a number of different requests from the other side of the wall. From her insulting you while directing you to entertain her husband, to being asked to snowball with her after you do."

"That's good to know," I said, although I didn't know what the term 'snowball' meant. I would have to look it up later.

"Also, if you are going to be here regularly, if you text me in advance, I will make sure your room is clean and has a couple of added items for comfort."

"Really, like what?" I asked, curious.

"Well, cushions for your knees," he said.

"That would be nice," I agreed, finding it strange to be having this calm, plain conversation about my obvious sexual perversions, but also finding it oddly comforting that I was being treated like a completely ordinary customer instead of some disgusting degenerate. Some might find his use of euphemisms, like 'entertain', to be a load of bull, but I found it oddly endearing, as if he respected my nature and role as a submissive, cock-sucking slut.

"I'll also have wet wipes for you, and can also leave you a key for the bathroom at the end of the hall," he added.

"That's very courteous if you," I said.

"I want you to be comfortable," he said.

"I appreciate it."

"You will be very popular if you become a regular," he said.

"Do you have many regulars?"

"A few male bottoms," he answered, "but rarely a young woman. We do have two older women who come during the day sometimes."

"When is it busiest?" I asked.

"From eight pm until two am," he said, "pretty much every night but Sunday, although Friday and Saturday nights can be very busy."

"Aaah," I said.

"If you want your identity more protected feel free to choose any wig over there," he offered.

"Okay, I will," I nodded.

"Are you planning to go to a room today?"

"I am."

"Give me five minutes to make it ready for you," he said.

"Thank you, Mohammad."

"And the masks and wig are on the house," he added, before walking away.

"Thanks," I called out, feeling I was getting treated a little like slut royalty. Yet, as I pondered it, I understood what he was doing. If I was here, and was regularly here, the clientele would come back again and again. I wasn't being self-centered; I just know men like blow jobs. I did wonder how the business made money. Sure, they bought coins to play videos but that was chump change... literally.

I put the mask on just as someone entered the store, went to the wigs and grabbed a redheaded one... I've always wanted to be a redhead... like my new girlfriend, Savannah.

I looked at a nearby mirror and smiled... it definitely gave me a different look and made me way less likely to get recognized.

I looked at a couple of other wigs, but when he returned and gave an approving nod, I smiled back and headed back to get some dick; this time with confidence.

I found one of the two centre rooms already had a red light overhead, but the door stood ajar. To my delight, there were already green lights on both sides of the room I was about to enter. Red for mouths seeking cocks, green for cocks seeking mouths, a match made in... well, if not heaven, it was still well made.

I walked in, closed the door, locked it and looked to see cushions on the floor beside both glory holes. I also saw a towel hanging beside the television, which was already playing a movie, apparently the manager could override the need to feed coins into the slot. A cute cheerleader was sucking a black man's dick.

Now, of all my cocks, I still hadn't experienced a black one and that was one of my fantasies. Of course, I was curious to see if the black dick size thing was true, because in the porn I watched it definitely was. But that was porn. How big was the average black guy really?

That said, the first dick that popped through a hole on the right was neither black, nor big. In fact, it was the smallest dick I had ever seen, I almost felt sorry for it. I put my purse down on the chair, and then knelt down and just took it in my mouth. I'm sure even a woman who had never sucked a cock could deep throat this as I'm not sure it was four inches (hmm, would that still be called deep throating?).

Yet, regardless of size, it theoretically still had the ability to produce the cream I craved and so I used some excessive saliva to create a whirlwind blow job as I simultaneously bobbed and swirled my tongue around.

The whirlwind clearly hit him like a tornado because in under a minute he was groaning and gasping and dropping a surprisingly large load in my mouth.

I still managed to avoid losing a drop, happy for the creamy treat and without really having to work hard for it.

Once he was done, he said, "Thank you, you very, very good," in broken English, letting me know he was Asian... either Japanese or Chinese, although I would need more words to confirm which since they were indeed quite different people.

"Anytime," I responded, thinking if I could get a few more loads like that, that would be amazing... a full belly without a sore jaw. Although, truth be told, I kind of liked the sore jaw too, it let me know I'd really been used hard.

I glanced behind me and to my slight disappointment there was no dick waiting for me in the other hole. Yet, I could see light and hear porn coming from it. Could it be some poor guy who wasn't allowed to watch porn at home and had come her for a private moment? But he had put on the green light.

I moved to the uninhabited hole and peeked in. A large man was stroking his dick. Still hungry, even though I had the aftertaste of load one on my tongue, I asked, "Do you need help with that, sir?"

I couldn't see his face for a reaction, but he wordlessly moved to the hole and slid it through.

For a man with a big belly, he had a pretty big cock, almost seven inches.

"Thank you," I weirdly said, as I took it in my hand and licked the cock head, enjoying the pre-cum that had begun seeping from his porn watching.

"How old are you?"

"Eighteen."

"And you came here to suck a fat old man's dick?"

"I did, sir," I admitted, as I lapped some more at his pee hole.

"Well, then show me what you can do, or I'll go back to jerking off," he said.

"Yes, sir," I replied, as I took his dick in my mouth and began bobbing.

"Oh yeah, slut, work my dick over," he groaned as I bobbed, taking about five inches smoothly in my mouth.

Like I usually did when I had a dick in my mouth, I moaned in response, partly to let him know I was enjoying sucking his dick and partly because I was getting horny sucking his dick.

"Yeah, that's it, bitch, take that dick all the way in your mouth," he moaned a couple of minutes later as I was now smoothly devouring every inch I had access to.

I liked his slightly dominant tone and gave out a whimper of pleasure.

"You like being called names?"

"I do, I love being a cock sucking slut for big dick," I admitted, taking his delicious dick out of my mouth just long enough to answer, before resuming bobbing like the slut he said I was.

"I'm going to explode this load all over your face," he said, as I took his entire shaft in my mouth.

"Mmmmmm," I moaned, looking forward to feeling his warm seed coat my face.

"You want this week-long load all over your face?"

"Mmmmmmmm," I moaned again without slowing down my aggressive cock sucking.

"Answer me, you dumb slut," he ordered.

"Yes, sir," I responded, obeying without hesitation, "I'd love to feel your big load splatter all over my face."

"Beg for it, cum slut," he ordered, as I stroked his cock.

"Oh please, sir, shoot those big cannon balls of cum all over this coed's pretty face," I begged, as I took the mask off to be able to feel the full load on my face... figuring anyone watching from the other side could only see the back of my head.

"Yeah, that's good, slut, keep stroking my big dick," he groaned, obviously getting close to coming.

"Yes, sir, give me that load, coat my young face with your cum," I encouraged as I anticipated the cock eruption.

"Shit, you nasty slut, you're making this old man erupt," he said just as he grunted and shot a few big wads all over my face.

I loved the sensation of feeling warm cum splatter my face and moaned, getting turned on by taking a big, nasty facial. "Yes, such a big fucking load," I cheered.

"Oh, fuck," he groaned, until he was spent, his fleshy belly pressing against the hole and his dick hanging there, softening. I leaned forward, feeling the cum on my face, and took his dick back in my mouth.

"Shit, you're a wild one," he said, as I slowly sucked his dick clean.

About a minute later, he pulled out and I reached for my mask. I would have loved to see what I looked like with a load of cum on my face, but I needed to keep my identity secret, in case he peeked through the hole or we had an audience watching us through the other hole.

"Thanks for the load, sir," I said, always appreciating a cum donor.

"Yeah, anytime," he chuckled, as I felt the gooey cum squish against my face as the mask was back on. It felt so yucky and yet slutty.

"Come get another load," a voice said from behind.

"Yes, sir," I replied, his voice sounding like he was quite a bit older, which I always enjoyed.

As I moved to the still empty hole, a decent sized cock came into view.

"Nice cock, sir," I said, as I reached over and stroked the already hard dick.

"Yeah, women love it," he said.

"Yeah, your fellow cocksuckers seem to enjoy it," he said.

"I can see why," I responded, as I slid my tongue up and down his shaft. It wasn't a huge, pussy-breaking cock in length and it wasn't as fat as the one I just drained, but it was pretty much the perfect size for sucking.

"Yeah, you a coed?"

"You're pretty young, are you a coed?" he asked.

"I am, sir," I admitted, as I kissed his cock head.

"Nice," he said, as I took it in my mouth.

After a minute or so, he said, "If you ever want to take a load at the college, there is sometimes a glory hole there."

"There is?" I asked, surprised.

"Yeah, it's just for the nastiest cum sluts," he said. "Are you a nasty cum slut?"

"Well, you're my third load today and eighth in two days, and within that roughly 24-hour-period I've eaten a pussy to multiple orgasms and received several myself from both real and fake cocks," I wickedly answered, recapping my outrageous Halloween weekend.

"Jesus, you really are a slut," he said, as I resumed sucking his dick.

"I love cock, pussy and cum," I listed off, before adding, "and pleasing others."

"Well, show me what you got, slut," he ordered.

Then, I went to work devouring his cock and proving myself to be a hungry slut.

In a couple of minutes, he warned, "Get ready for my load."

I didn't slow down and was rewarded with his creamy cum a few bobs later.

Once spent, he pulled out and said, "That was great."

"And absolutely delicious," I replied.

He laughed and for a moment there was no dick.

"Tell me your text number and I'll send you a message when the college glory hole is up," he said.

I wondered if I should take that kind of risk. "I'm not sure about that."

"It's professors and teaching assistants you will service, no other students who don't know how to keep secrets," he said. "I've even heard that some coed cum sluts claim to be getting better grades after swallowing so much smart cum."

I wondered if he was just making a joke or implying that serving at the campus glory hole could lead to higher grades from grateful professors. I decided to respond with words that were true but could also be taken as a dig. "Well, I have been developing a taste for older men's cocks."

"Number, now," he ordered.

My resistance faded the moment an order was given and I gave him my number.

"I'll be in touch," he said.

"Looking forward to it," I said, curious where the campus glory hole would be.

No other cock in view, I stood up and stretched.

The movie playing was now a different cheerleader getting spit-roasted by two black men... which again made me wonder what black cock would taste like. I knew, of course, that there was no reason it would taste any different, but I had a lot of faith in the power of the mind; especially the dirty mind.

I was so horny and thought about leaving for the party to steal away one of the boys for some relief, when I remembered that Mohammad had said that Saturday nights were usually busy. So I settled into the chair and focused on the two dark cocks pumping in and out of the pretty cheerleader's pussy and mouth and soon began rubbing my own pussy in rhythm over my quite wet panties.

I was a couple minutes into my self-pleasure when someone said, "You like seeing black cocks go into white mouths? Come on over here and experience the real thing."

The voice was deep and dominant and as I glanced at the hole that I had last knelt before I saw a huge black cock before me, only semi-hard and already bigger than either of the previous two.

"Yes, sir," I replied, showing my natural submissive side as I dropped to my knees, my panties still around my ankles.

This was a majestic dick.

This was a dick that deserved to be worshipped.

I took the fat cock in my hand and marveled at how I could barely wrap my hand around it. I equally marvelled at the contrast between his black dick and my white hand.

I slithered my tongue up and down his massive snake as I simultaneously stroked it.

"Yeah, white girl, that's it, love that black cock," he said in a voice that absolutely turned me on as I could imagine it both singing soulfully and ordering me to do whatever he wished.

When it came to dealing with people, race didn't matter to me. Including when it came to choosing sex partners.

Dick was dick.

Cum was cum.

Yet, him calling me a white girl and talking about his black dick was undeniably arousing. And the contrast of white on black continued to grab my attention... I would dearly love to have video of his dark staff forcing its way into my pale face.

I bathed his dick with wetness from kisses until I moved to his thick mushroom top and swirled my tongue around it. Then kissed it.

"No more teasing, slut," he said, "show me you're worthy of being my cum dump."

Hearing him call me a slut made my pussy burn and I obeyed, taking his mouth-stretching dick between my lips. Even wilder was being called a 'cum dump'. It was so nasty, yet so hot and since I was on my knees taking load after load, I guess that was exactly what I was. I begged, "Yes, please let me take your cum like a cheap slut."

"That's it, white bitch," he said, not making any sounds to let me know he was enjoying it. "Nice and slow, enjoy the privilege of sucking my dick."

He was so smug and confident, acting like he was doing me a favour, when it was me giving him a blow job, yet I did feel lucky to have his glorious dick in my mouth and found his smug confidence a major turn-on.

I slowly sucked just the first couple of inches while I also stroked him. I was indeed going to take my time and enjoy this big cock.

"Oh yeah, cum dump, worship my dick," he said, making me mentally smile as the word 'worship' was what I had been thinking.

Over the next couple of minutes he called me a plethora of names including, 'cum dump', 'fuck toy', 'cock sucker', 'white whore', 'black cock slave', and 'bimbo'. By this time, I was smoothly taking seven inches in my mouth while my hand went to my very wet needy pussy.

I was moaning on his dick like you see in porn, sucking his fat cock was turning me on like crazy, as was his dirty talk.

"Don't you dare come until I do, slut," he warned in a firm, authoritarian tone. "Dumb white cum dumps only get to come after they have serviced their master."

I moaned in response, even as I processed the surreal oddness of him calling himself master.

"Now place your mouth against the hole, bitch," he ordered, a minute later, pulling his dick away. "I'm going to fuck those pretty red lips until I drop my load in your mouth."

I obeyed the order, never having had my mouth turned into a part of a glory hole but looking forward to it. I moved as close as I could to the open hole.

"You want this black dick?" he asked, as he rolled his cock head around my lips.

"Yes," I responded with a desperate urgency, I really wanted that cock back in my mouth.

"Yes, what?" he asked, sliding his dick in and immediately, maddeningly, back out.

"Yes, I want your big black dick in my cock-sucking, hungry white slut mouth," I responded, trying to sound as desperate and slutty as I could, as I felt... hearing me talk so derogatorily about myself making my pussy burn with lustful need.

"Better," he approved, "but if you are a white cockslave for black dick, how should you address me?"

"Master," I said. "I'm a white, cock-sucking cum dump for my black master."

"Better, slave," he approved my words, and slid his cock in my mouth. I quickly wrapped my lips around the fat dick as he began to slowly fuck my mouth.

"Oh yeah, slut, you're going to get a big load," he said, finally moaning for the first time after a couple of minutes of fucking my face. "Do you want my load, cum bucket?"

He pulled out and I quickly responded with pathetic desperation, "Yes, please, sir, shoot your big creamy load in this white slut's mouth. I want to be your cum dump, your cheap whore and your white slave." My pussy gushed at me calling myself a slave.

"Oh yeah," he said, sliding back in my mouth, and pumping his dick furiously as he now was really fucking my face... which was another sexual rush as I focused on not gagging and preparing to take his load.

Perhaps thirty seconds later, he grunted, and I felt his dick pulsate as he spewed the biggest load I had ever swallowed down my throat. "Take it all, cum dump."

And like a trooper I did, swallowing every drop of his massive load as he slowed down and then stopped in my mouth.

Taking the cue, I resumed slowly nursing his cock to extract any last remnants of cum.

"Good job, bitch," he said, a minute later, as he withdrew his dick through the magic hole.

"Thank you, I have never been more turned on sucking a dick," I said, actually feeling sad it was over.

"Of course not," he said, before he ordered, "Stand up and rest that pussy at the hole. Time to get my cum dump slave off."

"Um, okay," I said, getting off my knees and almost stumbling as I forgot my panties were around my ankles and quickly got out of them.

I moved my pussy to the hole, which I realized was a little higher than the other one, so I didn't have to do any acrobatic moves to line up with the hole and his fingers slid right inside my pussy.

"Shit, white bitch," he laughed harshly, "your pussy is soaked."

"Oh, God, please don't stop," I moaned, his fingers feeling so large as he pumped them in and out of me like I was some cheap slut... which at the moment I was as I would have done almost anything to come.

"If I would have known your pussy was this wet, I would have fucked you," he said, as he really finger banged me. I leaned against the wall for support as I was about to come. "Now, come slave, declare what you are and come for your Master."

"I'm a white fuck toy for a black master," I screamed, as I shamefully, after barely thirty seconds, came on his fingers like a teenaged boy getting his first hand job.

"Such a cum slut," he said, as he pulled his fingers out and my body quaked extensively.

Still sitting back heavily against the wall a minute later, my orgasm pulsating through me, I felt a dick slide into my pussy and my eyes went wide. Was my black master already recovered after having sent such a massive load down my throat?

"Oh yes, such a wet pussy," he said, as he began pumping into me. The voice was higher and the dick was smaller, so no, not my master; just another anonymous cock filling my hole. My hole of glory.

Enjoying a new dick suddenly fucking me without warning, I moaned, "Yes, fuck me with that big cock." Although it actually didn't seem all that big, I was so worked up I suddenly thought it could still lead me to multiple orgasms.

"Yeah, you like my cock?"

"It fills me up so good," I moaned, as he slammed against the wall, fucking me as hard as he could.

"Oh fuck, yeah," he groaned. After perhaps one minute, it was obvious he was about to come.

Wanting to taste his creamy load, I moved away, spun around and dropped to my knees. I saw a hard, veiny five-inch black cock, glistening with my pussy juices and still thrusting, looking for a home. I engulfed him with my hungry mouth.

"Oh yeah, fuuuuuck," he grunted, maybe five bobs later as he shot his load in my mouth. The entire sexual encounter not even two minutes long.

I swallowed his load with ease, enjoying yet another deposit into my cum dump mouth.

"Thanks," he said, a minute later.

"No problem," I said, as his cock disappeared.

Standing up, I stretched and turned and saw another black cock, this one about eight inches, in the other hole. Horny as fuck, I paced the few step across to the opposite wall, dropped to my knees again and said, "This is a great cock."

"Yeah, show me you mean it," he said. His voice was also strong, but mature and I guessed he was fortyish. I took him in my mouth to meet his challenge.

Unlike the last black guy, this one didn't talk much. Just the odd moan and, "That feels good."

The blazingly fast climax I'd had from my black master's fingers had increased rather than calmed my libido, and after the short, quick fuck and all the cock sucking, my pussy was still aching with desire. I needed to come again and I realized that this beautiful black cock was long and thick enough to get me off just from fucking and I suddenly wanted just that. After about three minutes of sucking my second black cock ever, I asked, "Can I please ride this big dick?"

"Really?"

"Yes, I want this big black cock deep in my pussy," I said.

I quickly went to the other wall, peeked in the hole and saw that stall was empty. "Could you move to the other room?" I asked the man. "The hole is higher and then I can ride that dick until you come in my pink pussy."

"All right," he said.

I got in position, my pussy directly at the hole and a minute later I felt his dick slide in me.

"Oh, yes, fill me up with that big cock," I moaned.

"It's been a long time since I got myself some pussy," he said, as he pumped his dick in and out of me.

"Well, fuck it like you own it," I said, thinking, 'where the fuck did those words even come from?'

"Oh yeah, you like black cock?" he asked, as he did fuck it like he owned it, slamming into me with all eight inches, really making the thin wall shake.

"Yeah, I love big black cock in my young, tight, white, pussy," I moaned, the racial interactions for some reason turning me on.

"Fucked many black men?"

"You are the first," I admitted with a moan as my second orgasm was rising just as I'd hoped.

"Really?"

"Yeah, but I know you won't be the last," I said, as he kept up his fast-paced pounding.

"Well, I'm one lucky guy then," he said.

"No, I'm one lucky girl," I corrected.

Then for a couple of minutes there were just soft moans from his side and increasingly louder moans from me.

"Oh yeah, this is some amazing pussy."

"This is some amazing cock," I moaned.

"You close?" he asked.

"So close," I replied, hoping he'd get the message to not stop fucking me. Thankfully, he did.

"Come for me, come on my dick," he said, and I could tell from his voice that he was also close, but was going to hold back for me as long as he could.

As much as I love to have men finish in my mouth, to taste my pussy on their cocks as I swallow their loads, I also often crave the sensation of taking a load in my pussy. As horny as I was and as impressive as this cock was, this was one of those times.

"Don't stop fucking me," I demanded, "no matter what. You can come inside me whenever you want, but just don't stop fucking me!"

I could just imagine him gritting his teeth, trying to hold back his come, but his stroking continued, strong, deep, and at a perfect cadence.

A couple of dozen strokes later I was at the edge and got nasty to push us both over. "Oh yes, don't stop, fuck my white slave pussy, pound my cunt, give me that big black cock, fill me up with your big load."

I'd obviously gotten to him because his next words were, "God damn, girl! This pussy is too good, I can't hold back anymore."

"Yes, come in my cunt, give me that cum," I begged, about to explode.

"Oh, fuck, shit," he grunted and the moment I felt his dick pulse and erupt inside of me I came too.

"Oh, yeeeeeeeeees!" I screamed, as my badly needed second orgasm cascaded through me and my body quaked uncontrollably.

He kept pumping his dick in me throughout our orgasms and it felt just as good as I'd imagined.

However, after about a minute, still coming, I pulled away, and quickly moved to my knees to clean his cock, even as I felt a gush of our mixed cum leaking out of me.

"Ohhhh," he groaned, I don't think he expected me to suck him after that.

After I cleaned his dick of my juices and extracted any late swimmers, I pulled back and said, "Oh, God, I loved being fucked by you."

"That was amazing," he said, clearly stunned.

"Fucking amazing," I agreed, for a moment completely sexually satisfied.

"Please tell me you'll be back here again," he said.

"I will be if you promise I can have this wonderful cock again," I said. "Next Saturday for sure, but maybe more often if there's this type of pleasure to be had."

"Good to know," he said.

Mumbling, "Amazing," again, he pulled his dick out of the hole, and I grabbed my panties and put them back on.

I waited a minute and then left out of the room, out the back door and headed to my dorm feeling so sexually satisfied.

Checking my phone, I saw Savannah had texted me some thirty minutes before: How many loads? with a tongue-out emoji.

I wrote back: Five in my mouth and one in my pussy. I also sucked and fucked black dick for the first time.

She didn't respond right away and I pictured her sitting with her folks, trying not to gasp or grab her pussy; the image made me smile. But not as much as mentally replaying my second night at the glory hole and all I had done, savouring the lingering taste of strange cum on my tongue and the feeling of the cum from my first black fuck leaking out of me.

As I walked home, I had conflicting feelings going through me: satisfaction with my glory hole experiences that had left me sated and drained, and an eager anticipation that the next words on my phone from my girlfriend were going to make me horny again.

My girlfriend. I had a beautiful girlfriend, and she supported my glory hole addiction.

Life was perfect.

The End

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