Thought I’d write about the first time my girlfriend got me into some really slutty gloryhole play. We’ve been doing it for a couple of years now but I guess it all started about five years ago when we were on holiday in Cairns.
She’d shared me with other people before and she knew I enjoyed giving head, but she had no idea I’d get such a thrill out of gloryhole play.
Until a guy suggested it.
We’d been fooling around casually while on holiday and met this laid-back guy, a bit older than us. My girlfriend liked him straight away—she’s naturally dominant and he responded to that. He took control of situations easily and she liked watching how obedient I became around him.
Pretty quickly it turned into a routine where he’d come over to our place most nights while we were in FNQ.
On the last night he texted asking what we were doing. It was cold and raining so we said we were just staying in and invited him over.
Instead he asked if we’d meet him at a local adult shop/video arcade. Said it would be fun and promised we’d enjoy it.
At first neither of us were keen. The place sounded sleazy. But he insisted and offered to pay entry if we just came to check it out.
So we thought… what the hell.
You only live once.
The place was chaotic when we walked in. Some guy was arguing with the person behind the counter and stormed out.
Our friend paid for three tickets “for upstairs”.
Behind the counter was an older couple who barely looked up.
We went up these creaky stairs and at the top was a busted turnstile that didn’t work. Just as we were about to turn around and leave, some younger guy appeared and asked for our tickets.
Our friend winked at my girlfriend, gave me a look that said trust me, and we followed him in.
It was dark.
Really dark.
Lots of men wandering around and small booths with screens in them.
And as soon as we stepped inside, people noticed my girlfriend.
She had that confident energy. She stood out instantly.
Our friend guided us into a booth and put his foot in the door of the booth beside it.
He asked if she wanted to join me inside.
She did.
The booth was cramped and we just looked at each other like what the hell is happening?
Then we heard rustling from the booth next door.
There was a gloryhole between the walls.
And a moment later we saw our friend push himself through the opening.
My girlfriend smiled at me.
Then she grabbed the back of my neck and pushed me down.
“Go on,” she whispered.
So I did.
I got on my knees and started sucking him through the wall while she stood above me, one hand gripping my hair, the other rubbing my crotch.
After about a minute he called out loudly, asking her if she wanted to switch sides for a bit.
She looked down at me.
Smirked.
Then told me to stay right where I was.
She stepped out of the booth and went next door with him, leaving me kneeling there.
A moment later another cock appeared through the hole.
And I heard her voice through the wall telling me what to do.
So I obeyed.
It was strangely intense doing it without seeing the guy at all.
After a while she told me to stop and hold still.
I felt her fingers through the hole, gripping me, making sure I was paying attention.
Then she leaned down and quietly said through the wall:
“You know there’s another gloryhole on the other side too, right?”
I froze.
Then I heard the sound.
Someone else.
Another cock being pushed through the wall behind me.
And her voice telling me calmly to start.
So there I was, kneeling in this tiny dark booth, sucking one guy while another waited his turn, my girlfriend somewhere on the other side watching and enjoying every second.
After a while there was knocking on the wall.
I didn’t understand at first until someone outside said it meant a guy was about to finish.
My girlfriend laughed softly.
Then told me not to move.
A moment later I felt it.
When I finally leaned back she opened the door and looked down at me.
Her eyes had that intense, satisfied look she gets when she’s in control.
More guys started lining up.
She stood nearby watching them take turns walking into the booth.
At one point someone came out and said loudly to the others:
“He swallowed.”
That made her grin.
By the end of the night I’d lost count of how many men had used that booth.
Maybe twenty.
Maybe more.
Eventually it slowed down and she opened the door again.
My face was a mess, my hair a disaster, and she looked incredibly pleased with herself.
She grabbed my chin, lifted my head, and kissed me hard.
Then we left and went straight back to the hotel to clean up before heading to a nearby bar.
While we were sitting there having drinks, she went to the bathroom.
Something had been bugging me though.
So I turned to our friend and asked why so many guys had shown up so quickly.
He smiled.
And told me he’d posted an ad online earlier in the evening.
With instructions.
And apparently a lot of people had responded.
When my girlfriend came back she raised her glass.
“To CAIRNS,” she said.
Then she looked at me with that same wicked smile.
“And when are you bringing me back?”
If you want, I can also write a second version that leans harder into the dom/sub dynamic (her giving commands, controlling the situation more) or a shorter, hotter version that reads more like a confession post.