EnjoylifeParis
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Same here. But I prefer the biggests...
Gloryhole
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Same here. But I prefer the biggests...
EnjoylifeParis
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This one is very yummy !
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Does anyone know of any glory holes around the Omaha/Council Bluffs area?
I haven't seen any locally, but in Spain they were advertised. That was really different and thought provoking.
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There are 5 ABS with in 15 miles of here with glory holes and 2 with movie rooms. Their is a whole lot of fucking and sucking going on. 
You are not required to suck
Somewhere in central Texas, at a remote interstate highway exit, I took a break from a cross-county trip to check out an adult bookstore that had been advertising on billboards along the freeway. I braved my way into one of the booths, and immediately noticed there was a perfect 4-inch hole in the wall next to me. It was not long before I heard the door shut on the adjacent booth.
After hearing the sounds and noticing the flicker of occupant's porn selection, a magnificent black cock emerged through that perfectly cut 4-inch hole in the wall. It was already firm. With both of our porn selections running on our screens, all attention was placed on that beautiful cock. I teased the head lightly with my fingers, and drew that cock to full vertical attention. Gradually the testicles entered my booth, and I lightly worked the scrotum with the fingers on my other hand. With light but regular stroking, that cock got so stiff and shiny. It looked like a thick chocolate-colored candle, glistening in the blue light of the porn screen. It was just the cock, and I had no idea what the rest of that guy looked like.
With faster motion and a gradually firmer grip over an extended period of time, I eventually brought that guy to an explosive eruption. I kept my head clear, but the semen shot across the small booth and some of it ended up on the leg of my pants. After a short period of soft stroking after the orgasm, this cock receded from the wall, and I left my booth to go wash my hands.
Just before I left the long hallway headed toward the bathroom in the main lobby, I saw this guy emerge from the adjacent booth, a tall good-looking middle aged truck driver who headed straight out the lobby door to resume his commercial truck driving. He looked satisfied, and did not seem to connect me with what had just occurred.
You are not required to suck, although some guys might expect that. Guys need relief every now and then. If you do it right, a good hand job is a wonderful thing.
Somewhere in central Texas, at a remote interstate highway exit, I took a break from a cross-county trip to check out an adult bookstore that had been advertising on billboards along the freeway. I braved my way into one of the booths, and immediately noticed there was a perfect 4-inch hole in the wall next to me. It was not long before I heard the door shut on the adjacent booth.
After hearing the sounds and noticing the flicker of occupant's porn selection, a magnificent black cock emerged through that perfectly cut 4-inch hole in the wall. It was already firm. With both of our porn selections running on our screens, all attention was placed on that beautiful cock. I teased the head lightly with my fingers, and drew that cock to full vertical attention. Gradually the testicles entered my booth, and I lightly worked the scrotum with the fingers on my other hand. With light but regular stroking, that cock got so stiff and shiny. It looked like a thick chocolate-colored candle, glistening in the blue light of the porn screen. It was just the cock, and I had no idea what the rest of that guy looked like.
With faster motion and a gradually firmer grip over an extended period of time, I eventually brought that guy to an explosive eruption. I kept my head clear, but the semen shot across the small booth and some of it ended up on the leg of my pants. After a short period of soft stroking after the orgasm, this cock receded from the wall, and I left my booth to go wash my hands.
Just before I left the long hallway headed toward the bathroom in the main lobby, I saw this guy emerge from the adjacent booth, a tall good-looking middle aged truck driver who headed straight out the lobby door to resume his commercial truck driving. He looked satisfied, and did not seem to connect me with what had just occurred.
You are not required to suck, although some guys might expect that. Guys need relief every now and then. If you do it right, a good hand job is a wonderful thing.
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There are 5 ABS with in 15 miles of here with glory holes and 2 with movie rooms. Their is a whole lot of fucking and sucking going on.
Where in Ohio are you located?
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Okay, that brought my cock to full attention!
Glory hole man or woman
I had a bi male friend in college and I would help him out by going in with him at an adult arcade. He would go in first and then I would noticeably go in, and of course the glory hole got a lot of cocks poking through, it was he that did the sucking and no one ever seemed to know or care.
I could have, have been told that my eyes make my cock sucking incredible, so why take awAy my best asset
I had a bi male friend in college and I would help him out by going in with him at an adult arcade. He would go in first and then I would noticeably go in, and of course the glory hole got a lot of cocks poking through, it was he that did the sucking and no one ever seemed to know or care.
I could have, have been told that my eyes make my cock sucking incredible, so why take awAy my best asset
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Love when you ladies look deep in my eyes when you do what you do so well.
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I absolutely love sucking cock at a glory hole. There is just something about having my mouth and throat violated and used by a complete and total stranger. Kneeling on the disgusting dirty floor smelling the dry cum on the wall and knowing how dirty the wall is and still touching my face to it. Then leaving and knowing that everyone knows what a nasty Slut I am. I am posting this from my phone otherwise I would post some pics of my at the glory hole.
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In the Spirit . . .
****A friend of my wife who's had a crush on her since before I knew her, dropped in on us on his way across the country. He'd gotten her cell phone number from a friend of hers, and called as he was driving into town. In in their mid-teens they had met at a ski resort and skied together. My wife held the phone to her breast and asked if it was okay to invite him over. I suggested she ask him to dinner. She added more veggies to the steamer, got out more trout, and made a hot cheese sauce, and had time to shower and was just applying perfume when our doorbell rang. She’d taken special care with her hair and choice of clothing.
Although my imagination and inventiveness in sex ran wild, at times her sex drive intimidated me, often outlasting me and leaving me feeling inadequate.
As soon as he arrived, both my wife and I asked him to stay to dinner. He was at first hesitant, then reluctant. But from the first hug, and more and more over really good margaritas, the growing awareness of the attraction between them was impossible to ignore—by either of them or me. When asked again to stay, he smiled and dipped his head in acceptance.
I'm 13 years older than my wife, who's 24, and I soon discovered that she was only a few months older than her friend. At dinner, my wife played the married woman host, but, I thought, with the cant-take-your-eyes-off flash of eyes, slow-motion stride and interplay of curves we watched as she brought food and drink, or carried away dishes. I hadn’t seen her so alive for months.
Again, he held back when we invited him to stay the night. After dinner, alone for a few minutes while my wife was in the kitchen washing up, I asked our guest why he'd been so slow to accept our hospitality. We’d all three shared 3 bottles of wine at dinner. He looked shyly at my from the corners of his eyes, but couldn’t bring himself to speak, and looked down at his hands. Suddenly feeling we were co-conspirators, I smiled and urged him to open up. It was just us (slightly drunk) men here. Looking up at me thoughtfully for a moment, he then confessed that the night before and during the last couple of hundred miles of driving here, he’d thought about maybe visiting “one of those glory-holes” he’d read about. He said he’d broken up with his girlfriend two months before and was feeling “lonely.”
Without consulting him, I told my wife as soon as she returned to the living room. Our guest looked embarrassed, but my wife immediately suggested we drop him off at a place her best girlfriend had mentioned. I was mildly shocked but said, why not? It was about 11PM when we arrived. We soon learned the private booths with videos were beyond the black curtained exit from the porn and paraphernalia front of the store. It was fairly dark once there. Little lights far apart showed the way between cubicles. As we passed, the curtains to each were drawn open so we could see into an empty space where there was an inactive TV screen and neatly formed 5- or 6-inch holes in either wall, flanking a single stool. All the booths empty, until we got to the back. Their curtains were closed, and we see the flicker of the TV screens on the closed curtains and hear what were either the moans of characters in the videos or of the occupant of the cubicle.
Again, my wife’s friend was hesitant. But my wife took his wrist, led him to a cubicle two or three distant from the others, pushed him in, and closed the curtain behind him. She pushed her face against the curtain and told him to “Just wait!” and that “We’ll be outside waiting” for him.
I followed her out to the parking lot. She laughed nervously, jabbed me in the ribs, and then hugged me, suddenly serious. “I hope someone finds him,” she said, caressing my back and brushing her breasts against me. We could have made love right there. But I’d had a long day. I was sleepy from too much wine and the really great meal she’d so lovingly prepared (for him, of course!).
I kissed her breasts, sucking her nipples from outside her blouse. Her breathing quickened and I heard myself say, “Sweetheart, I want you to do something for all three of us.” She wasn’t paying attention, her hand finding it’s way into my pants. I didn’t want her to find a flaccid, disappointing penis.
I pulled away and said, “Go inside. You remember where he is. Get in an adjacent booth. Don’t let him know it’s you.”
Instead of her being shocked, it was I . . . She said, “Are you sure?”
I waited in the parking lot. Not drinking alcohol, my Latina wife is conservative, ever fearful of what others think, what they might see. It doesn’t fade when she drinks; her reticence evaporates completely. Hesitation is replaced by eagerness. I waited a long time I think. I began to get cold, got in the car, and turned the radio on. Then I turned it off. I looked toward the door of the shop as two men went in. Maybe 20 minutes had passed. I turned on the reading light and picked up the car’s shop manual. I heard a noise and looked toward the shop’s entrance. It was the ticket seller. Before he could light a cigarette, I turned off the reading lamp. I waited. The clerk finished the cigarette and went in. I was wrapped in my car coat but began to shiver. I tried not to check my watch too often. A car parked near mine, so I couldn’t see the shop’s entrance clearly. I hunched low in the seat, not wanting anyone to see me. A couple got out. They disappeared into the shop. I closed my eyes and tried breathing exercises to push away my anxiety. I felt myself, and strangely, I was semi-hard now. In the dark of the car I slowly masturbated, but didn’t get as hard as I wanted. I wasn’t sleepy anymore. I waited.
I heard footsteps, stuffed myself back in my pants, zipped and pretended sleep. To my astonishment, it was our guest. He got in on the passenger side, and immediately asked where my wife was. His surprise seemed genuine. I said she’d had to pee and had gone in the shop to find a bathroom. I immediately left him and went in the shop’s door, panic pushing me forward, so I stumbled.
Before I could get passed the curtain at the back, my wife appeared, fully dressed and eyes shining. Surprised to see me, she smiled and I could see she was happy. Her walk and face told me she was still clearly drunk. (I've learned that when a woman is happy, whatever the reason, that's not the time to criticise or be angry, no matter what.)
Our guest didn’t know. She was sure. She said she’d done as I asked. She’d closed the curtain behind her, pulled a breast from her top and pushed as much as she could through the hole in the wall. She said he touched her, caressed, and then for a long time sucked. She’d switched breasts a couple of times because he sucked quite hard, she said. Then she’d put her hand through to the other side, just the fingers, she said, and beckoned with one. She said he was as hard as stone. He’d come almost immediately, spraying her hand and through the hole, part way up her arm. She said his aroma was quite strong. After I’d insisted she tell me, she admitted she really liked it.
He’d talked to her, begging her not to go, to wait until he got hard again. She kept her hand there without saying anything, hoping that, even though it was dark in the cubicles, he wouldn’t somehow recognise her. She pulled his soft cock until she kissed its head, sucked it, she said, then took all she could in her mouth, until after quite a while, he got hard again. She said it took him a long time to come the second time, and that, yes, it made her happy. I kissed her, we went out to the car, and we three drove back.
****A friend of my wife who's had a crush on her since before I knew her, dropped in on us on his way across the country. He'd gotten her cell phone number from a friend of hers, and called as he was driving into town. In in their mid-teens they had met at a ski resort and skied together. My wife held the phone to her breast and asked if it was okay to invite him over. I suggested she ask him to dinner. She added more veggies to the steamer, got out more trout, and made a hot cheese sauce, and had time to shower and was just applying perfume when our doorbell rang. She’d taken special care with her hair and choice of clothing.
Although my imagination and inventiveness in sex ran wild, at times her sex drive intimidated me, often outlasting me and leaving me feeling inadequate.
As soon as he arrived, both my wife and I asked him to stay to dinner. He was at first hesitant, then reluctant. But from the first hug, and more and more over really good margaritas, the growing awareness of the attraction between them was impossible to ignore—by either of them or me. When asked again to stay, he smiled and dipped his head in acceptance.
I'm 13 years older than my wife, who's 24, and I soon discovered that she was only a few months older than her friend. At dinner, my wife played the married woman host, but, I thought, with the cant-take-your-eyes-off flash of eyes, slow-motion stride and interplay of curves we watched as she brought food and drink, or carried away dishes. I hadn’t seen her so alive for months.
Again, he held back when we invited him to stay the night. After dinner, alone for a few minutes while my wife was in the kitchen washing up, I asked our guest why he'd been so slow to accept our hospitality. We’d all three shared 3 bottles of wine at dinner. He looked shyly at my from the corners of his eyes, but couldn’t bring himself to speak, and looked down at his hands. Suddenly feeling we were co-conspirators, I smiled and urged him to open up. It was just us (slightly drunk) men here. Looking up at me thoughtfully for a moment, he then confessed that the night before and during the last couple of hundred miles of driving here, he’d thought about maybe visiting “one of those glory-holes” he’d read about. He said he’d broken up with his girlfriend two months before and was feeling “lonely.”
Without consulting him, I told my wife as soon as she returned to the living room. Our guest looked embarrassed, but my wife immediately suggested we drop him off at a place her best girlfriend had mentioned. I was mildly shocked but said, why not? It was about 11PM when we arrived. We soon learned the private booths with videos were beyond the black curtained exit from the porn and paraphernalia front of the store. It was fairly dark once there. Little lights far apart showed the way between cubicles. As we passed, the curtains to each were drawn open so we could see into an empty space where there was an inactive TV screen and neatly formed 5- or 6-inch holes in either wall, flanking a single stool. All the booths empty, until we got to the back. Their curtains were closed, and we see the flicker of the TV screens on the closed curtains and hear what were either the moans of characters in the videos or of the occupant of the cubicle.
Again, my wife’s friend was hesitant. But my wife took his wrist, led him to a cubicle two or three distant from the others, pushed him in, and closed the curtain behind him. She pushed her face against the curtain and told him to “Just wait!” and that “We’ll be outside waiting” for him.
I followed her out to the parking lot. She laughed nervously, jabbed me in the ribs, and then hugged me, suddenly serious. “I hope someone finds him,” she said, caressing my back and brushing her breasts against me. We could have made love right there. But I’d had a long day. I was sleepy from too much wine and the really great meal she’d so lovingly prepared (for him, of course!).
I kissed her breasts, sucking her nipples from outside her blouse. Her breathing quickened and I heard myself say, “Sweetheart, I want you to do something for all three of us.” She wasn’t paying attention, her hand finding it’s way into my pants. I didn’t want her to find a flaccid, disappointing penis.
I pulled away and said, “Go inside. You remember where he is. Get in an adjacent booth. Don’t let him know it’s you.”
Instead of her being shocked, it was I . . . She said, “Are you sure?”
I waited in the parking lot. Not drinking alcohol, my Latina wife is conservative, ever fearful of what others think, what they might see. It doesn’t fade when she drinks; her reticence evaporates completely. Hesitation is replaced by eagerness. I waited a long time I think. I began to get cold, got in the car, and turned the radio on. Then I turned it off. I looked toward the door of the shop as two men went in. Maybe 20 minutes had passed. I turned on the reading light and picked up the car’s shop manual. I heard a noise and looked toward the shop’s entrance. It was the ticket seller. Before he could light a cigarette, I turned off the reading lamp. I waited. The clerk finished the cigarette and went in. I was wrapped in my car coat but began to shiver. I tried not to check my watch too often. A car parked near mine, so I couldn’t see the shop’s entrance clearly. I hunched low in the seat, not wanting anyone to see me. A couple got out. They disappeared into the shop. I closed my eyes and tried breathing exercises to push away my anxiety. I felt myself, and strangely, I was semi-hard now. In the dark of the car I slowly masturbated, but didn’t get as hard as I wanted. I wasn’t sleepy anymore. I waited.
I heard footsteps, stuffed myself back in my pants, zipped and pretended sleep. To my astonishment, it was our guest. He got in on the passenger side, and immediately asked where my wife was. His surprise seemed genuine. I said she’d had to pee and had gone in the shop to find a bathroom. I immediately left him and went in the shop’s door, panic pushing me forward, so I stumbled.
Before I could get passed the curtain at the back, my wife appeared, fully dressed and eyes shining. Surprised to see me, she smiled and I could see she was happy. Her walk and face told me she was still clearly drunk. (I've learned that when a woman is happy, whatever the reason, that's not the time to criticise or be angry, no matter what.)
Our guest didn’t know. She was sure. She said she’d done as I asked. She’d closed the curtain behind her, pulled a breast from her top and pushed as much as she could through the hole in the wall. She said he touched her, caressed, and then for a long time sucked. She’d switched breasts a couple of times because he sucked quite hard, she said. Then she’d put her hand through to the other side, just the fingers, she said, and beckoned with one. She said he was as hard as stone. He’d come almost immediately, spraying her hand and through the hole, part way up her arm. She said his aroma was quite strong. After I’d insisted she tell me, she admitted she really liked it.
He’d talked to her, begging her not to go, to wait until he got hard again. She kept her hand there without saying anything, hoping that, even though it was dark in the cubicles, he wouldn’t somehow recognise her. She pulled his soft cock until she kissed its head, sucked it, she said, then took all she could in her mouth, until after quite a while, he got hard again. She said it took him a long time to come the second time, and that, yes, it made her happy. I kissed her, we went out to the car, and we three drove back.
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blkjames
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I know of one in Washington court house ohio
lilmissclee
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I think they are illegal here (NC) but I would love to go to one!
literalwife
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My Husband has suggested that he would love to see me do this, but the thought of dirty, stinky people and dicks really turn me off. The thought of having no idea who is on the other side of the wall is intriguing though.
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I am sure you can find a way to make it happen
lilmissclee
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Maybe I can check out the shady bookstore on the other side of town?
john_johnson
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Good place to start and if they don't have one yet bring a cordless drill if there is a hole in the partition someone might give it a try.
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blkjames
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most of the ones I have been around have those wipes there to wash that sucker off and keep it clean,if not,take your own baby wipes
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Same thoughts here. The mystery and intrigue.........
