Alyson Discovers the Glory Hole, a hardcore erotic adult story about two swingers, Foxy and Larry, who take an oral obsessed girlfriend to a Las Vegas adult theater with glory holes to satisfy her cravings for servicing strangers. For other than Kindle eReaders, go to SmashWords and grab the story for the same price.
While in the toy section, they pick up a straight couple when the wife becomes infatuated with Foxy’s braless jugs, micro-mini, and thigh high boots. Foxy makes Alyson take care of the husband to help get her warmed up. Foxy’s dominate side quickly comes out as she punishes the cashier for hitting on her husband and gives her ten lashes with her riding crop in front of the other customers as correction. The young Goth cashier begs Foxy to become her Mistress and take her as a new slave.
In the booth, Alyson stays on her knees, taking care of every guy who pokes his rod through the hole in the wall and is quickly covered from her face to her chest with one facial after another. The other girls take turns helping Alyson service the anonymous appendages that are poked through the wall.
When the cashier’s shift ends, she joins them and is immediately on her knees between her Mistress’ legs to show her new Master what a good girl she really is. This story involves taboo erotica, romantic erotica, BDSM, erotica breeding, erotica for men, glory hole, gloryhole, oral sex, facials, cum swallowing, bareback, and sharing, anonymous sex, group sex, lesbian or bisexual sex, anal, and Mistress/slave action that is non-stop from the beginning to the end.
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Some of Larry’s biggest customers were the casinos on Las Vegas Boulevard (“The Strip”), and it seemed like lately, he was doing most of his work downtown in the casino executive offices or a coffee shop. He had met Alyson in the same coffee shop he was currently sitting in, and after finishing up a presentation for a client, Larry got his Suburban out of valet. He headed up to the high rise condo they had just off the strip. As he swung into the guarded entrance, he called his wife to give her a heads up. Waving to the guard, as the gate opened, Larry drove up to Tower 1 and into the garage underneath. Foxy had told him, her outfit was a little on the skimpy side, and he should pick her up in the basement garage so that she didn’t have to parade through the lobby past the guards and front desk.
Larry thought to himself that it must be an outrageous outfit as he considered almost everything she wore as being ‘skimpy.’ Not that he minded as he loved to show off his ex-model wife’s beautiful body. She was tall, slender, and just a hair top-heavy, with exceptional jugs that stuck straight out. She was probably about a full C or small D cup but wasn’t sure as she hadn’t worn a bra in years.
Larry’s plastic surgeon buddy, Doctor Jim, was always asking about pumping her jugs up to a DD like his wife, but Larry loved them the way they were and didn’t want to take any chances on screwing them up. As their penthouse was the top floor of the tower, they got reserved parking right across from the elevator.
Larry wheeled into his slot next to wifey’s new Mercedes SLS AMG roadster, and he bought for her last birthday. She loved her car with the big gull-wing doors that sat right on the ground. The valets around town always jumped to help her out of the car as they would typically get an ‘accidental’ flash when she got out. Foxy was such a slut that she had Larry video her getting out of the car in different ways so she could study the view people got when she climbed out of the roadster. In the style of Paris Hilton and Brittany Spears, she loved showing off ‘accidentally,’ when she spread her long legs getting out, especially when she forgot to put on her thong.
Looking in his rearview mirror, he saw the elevator doors opening and out strutted his wife. She always acted like she was on the runway and used her model walk most of the time to accentuate the roll of her hips. As she left the elevator, he agreed that her outfit was indeed a little ‘skimpy.’ She was wearing a white wife-beater t-shirt that was cut off just below her tits and let the bottom of her breasts show. Foxy loved those t-shirts as the ribbed cotton material molded to her tits and was almost like being completely topless. The already open neckline ripped to show off her cleavage to its best advantage.
Her pierced nipples clearly outlined her favorite gold nipple rings with the gold woven chain that connected her nips and hung down just below the bottom of the t-shirt. Larry could see the nipple rings visible through the t-shirt as his dick instantly got hard from watching her. It should be against the law to love looking at your wife, the way Larry did.
To top it off, she was wearing a white tennis-style hip-hugger skirt which barely covered her butt and thigh-high leather boots. The skirt cut low to let her belly button piercing to show, and today she was wearing a dangly gold one that swayed with her walk.
Foxy had shoulder-length curly hair that she would blow out to give her a big bushy head of hair, and usually, the first thought of most people was an 80s porn star. Plus, Larry is from Texas, and all Texans love girls with big hair.
She had finished her outfit off with red lipstick and had her short manicured fingernails painted to match. Larry knew that this little adventure tonight must be turning her on as she was a little more out on edge than usual. Some of their straight friends had asked her why she didn’t have long fingernails, and she would always give them some ditsy excuse. The real reason was that when she was making out with another girl, she would typically have a couple of fingers buried in the girl’s cunt and didn’t want to take a chance on cutting her with long fingernails.
She saw him looking at her in the rearview mirror and, without thinking, added an extra sway to her walk. Foxy loved to show off and was known as a shit-disturber and prick-teaser in the party crowd they ran with, but everybody loved her as she could always get the party started.
It was all Larry could do to keep from raping her in the parking garage, especially since she probably didn’t have any panties. She hopped into the Suburban and leaned over to kiss him. Larry thought to himself, kissing me was probably secondary as she wanted to give him a good shot down the front of her t-shirt.
Larry thought to himself, God, she is a total slut, and I love her!