MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY
PART – 150
DISCOVERING A GLORY HOLE
MY SEXUAL AUTOBIOGRAPHY
PART – 150
DISCOVERING A GLORY HOLE
My Hubby was out of town for the whole week and I had been invited for a night out with my friends group. As it was the group of my newly made friends, I had never been out with them, and I was considering skipping that outing. I informed my husband over phone about the invitation I received from my new friends. And actually, my husband insisted me to join my friends group for an outing in his absence.
I hadn't spent time with my new friends and they were going out to a local bar and maybe a dance club they'd been to before. It would probably be a late night and I was sure to be tired at the end of it.
My friends had suggested a certain bar that played a lot of older music. It was a retro kind of place and I was considering more retro clothes, but I had just bought a new dress and I wanted to wear it. I had been planning a date with my hubby and would have worn the new dress for him first, but we had to cancel our date at last minute due to the business trip he was on.
I pulled the dress out of the closet and hung it on the bathroom door while I showered. It was black, or a very dark gray, it was hard to tell depending on the light. It was fitting fantastically on my sexy body and ended just above the knee. At the top, it hung off the shoulders with a very slight ruffle. The whole dress had a modest hint of lace sewn into it.
I knew that I was going to look and feel as sexy as I could, even if my hubby wasn't there. In the shower, I decided to give my pussy a clean shave. I got out of the shower and began towel drying my hair, watching myself in the mirror. It was quiet and I decided to turn on some music while getting made up.
"Black panties with a black dress right?" I said to myself. My Hubby had picked up a tiny thong for me a bit ago, I thought that I should wear that and maybe I send him a photo later. Strapless black bra of course, there was no way I could consider going without with the size of my chest with my new friends group. I put it on and began messing with my hair. It was shorter now that I had just had a haircut.
I slipped into the dress in front of the mirror, by watching the dress conform to my sexy curves, and then I put on my heels, something I rarely ever wore.
"My Hubby could probably count on one hand the number of times he had seen me in that kind of heels since we were married," I thought to myself. I admired myself in the mirror, but something else was needed...I felt like wearing something on my legs ... “leggings? Hmm, no” I thought. “Should I wear Pantyhose?” I thought again, “it will be too stuffy.” I remembered fishnet hose that I had worn on a date with my hubby once. Those seemed good, but they were open in the crotch, I remembered. No matter. Why not feel a little more daring. While I turned in the mirror, I looked at my legs, how they looked in the black fishnets, my toes, poking out the very front of my heels, my curvy hips and booty in the dress, and the way the bra was working to hold my wonderful well shaped breasts perfectly, and one last thing...a necklace given to me by my uncle. I was sure the guys were going to be looking only at me tonight.
I was ready meet my new friends.
My phone chimed with a new text: "Make sure to send me a picture of how hot you look tonight ;)" It was from my hubby, and I smirked.
There was another text, "Hey! We are waiting for you." It was from one of my new friends.
I walked towards my car and I thought about my hubby's text message, and I decided to pull off my panties before heading out to the car. "Maybe I will see if I can take an exciting photo for him in the car..." I said to myself.
While driving the car, after a minute, I removed the thong.
I managed to take a few photos of mine while driving the car and sent them to my husband.
At the bar, I met up with my 3 friends. They found a table and got some snacks and a drink.
My new friends went over their trials and frustrations from work and life over the last month. My other friends with children talked about their kids and motherhood a lot.
Anyways, it was the time to get up and move around. The four of us decided to get up for our favorite song, taking our drinks with us, we got out on the floor and formed a circle, dancing for quite a few more songs.
When the song changed again, two of my friends decided to sit down and rest.
I decided to stay on the floor and dance with the remaining friend for a while, though some guy my friends knew came up to them and they got to talking and I was left alone. Not ready to sit down yet, I made my way to the bar and got myself another drink.
As the drink arrived, "Hey, you move pretty well out there. Mind if I join for a song or two?" I heard a voice from over my shoulder. I turned to find a well dressed guy with dark hair and glasses. He wore an untucked purple dress shirt and a gray jacket, with dark denim jeans. Nice shoes though, definitely.
"Hey! Thanks!" I considered him, and finally I said, "I suppose I could probably give you a dance or two," I smiled and we danced together a little.
Hoping to not spill my drink I finished it quickly so I could focus on the guy in front of me. He was a pretty good dancer, good with his feet, and was very handsome. I was impressed. He did move in closer for some of the more playful songs, twirling me around, even a little bit of grinding. I could feel he was really turned on, and actually I liked the idea of getting some other guy excited in a club. I felt dirty, in a good way, knowing that I was grinding against some guys erection with while wearing a dress with no panties.
Before long, he proclaimed that he had somebody to meet, and he kissed my hand, before leaving.
"Hey! Thanks!" I considered him, and finally I said, "I suppose I could probably give you a dance or two," I smiled and we danced together a little.
Hoping to not spill my drink I finished it quickly so I could focus on the guy in front of me. He was a pretty good dancer, good with his feet, and was very handsome. I was impressed. He did move in closer for some of the more playful songs, twirling me around, even a little bit of grinding. I could feel he was really turned on, and actually I liked the idea of getting some other guy excited in a club. I felt dirty, in a good way, knowing that I was grinding against some guys erection with while wearing a dress with no panties.
Before long, he proclaimed that he had somebody to meet, and he kissed my hand, before leaving.
I rejoined my friends who were still sitting down, but there were only two of them now. One had left.
The friends stayed for another 45 minutes, and I danced with a couple of more guys, none was as attractive as the first, though each wanted their chance at a quick grind, naturally. Each of us got our own drive home, and when I arrived near my car, I discovered that I may have had a little more to drink than I planned, as I stumbled a little towards the car.
I rested my head against the cool window while driving home and I thought about the cute guy I danced with, and the fun of grinding against him.
"I am probably all kinds of wet now," I thought to myself, and I slipped my hand up my dress to feel. "Yes. I was soaking. Ugh. What to do...maybe when I get home..."
Suddenly, I saw a store on the right side of the road. I stopped the car and got out of the car and looked up at the store, and the hours. The store was something I had been there alone as well as with hubby too before, a store with sex toys, fancy lingerie, porn, and all that stuffs. The sign said it'd be open a little longer than an hour.
"Oh no problem," I said to myself, and I walked toward the store.
As mentioned such stores were not new for me. I knew what I wanted to do. I was going to get myself a new toy, and I wanted to see if they had a bathroom or any kind of trial room where I could use it.
As mentioned such stores were not new for me. I knew what I wanted to do. I was going to get myself a new toy, and I wanted to see if they had a bathroom or any kind of trial room where I could use it.
I browsed the section, finding futuristic looking toys like the long slender white and gray toy that vibrated at the end. It looked like something by Apple, like I-Dildo, I laughed to myself. There was a smooth purple vibrator like what I already had, and a big flesh colored penis shaped dildo with a clit tickler like what I also had. This was intrigued me since I only had brightly colored toys, and nothing that looked real.
The next one to catch my eye looked more like a real cock than the rest of them, with balls, but it didn't vibrate.
“Did I need it to vibrate?” I asked myself.
“Hmm, I do not need any vibrator as I was having many in my collection.” I replied to myself.
Then I saw it. Even a little bigger, and a darker flesh color. I wouldn't call it black, but it did remind me of the cock of one of my husband's friends who fucked me recently along with my hubby.
I brought the toy to the counter and paid for it, then asked the clerk by pointing to a hall way.
"Are those restrooms back there?"
"No, those are the booths," She informed me.
"What kind of Booths?"
"We provide the facility Booths where you can watch porn if you are ready to spend a $1 bills."
"Ohhh, ok," I pondered, "I might go back there."
"Ok," the clerk smiled, "have a good time."
I picked up my new toy, credit card, and receipt and made my way to the back, passing a couple of guys as I went back there. They were chatting together about their latest conquest it seemed. I heard the white guy mention "tits", and something about "that ass" from the black guy. Whatever, I just wanted to get off, and I kept walking.
I ducked into the hall and found a booth further from the front of the shop.
I entered in to the booth and closed the door, turning the lock behind me. The room was painted black with a single light in the middle of the ceiling. There was a padded bench by the right wall, sticking into the center of the room, and a flat-screen TV on the main wall. A sign on the left wall read, "Rules."
I opened the packaging and began to examine my new toy. It was definitely darker. It was thick, long, and ribbed with veins. This one had a suction cup at the bottom I hadn't seen before while purchasing it. Noticing it's huge size, I considered going back to buy some lube, but I really didn't want to leave the room before I was done.
"Maybe I will have an orgasm by finger fucking myself." I thought.
I reached for a couple dollars in my purse and I fed one into the machine. I wasn't usually a big fan of porn, but it seemed to make sense to have something on.
I reached for a couple dollars in my purse and I fed one into the machine. I wasn't usually a big fan of porn, but it seemed to make sense to have something on.
Laying back on the bench and by spreading my legs, I lifted my dress. My pussy was soaked as I teased it with my fingertips, feeling how wet I was. I took the toy in both of my hands and guided it between my legs, by rubbing the tip of it against my pussy. It quickly became shiny with my pussy wetness, and I began to push it inside me. Deeper it traveled, giving me exactly what I was looking for right now. I rhythmically pushed it in and out of my pussy along with the music on the TV, but soon the music stopped, and I decided that I would rather keep fucking myself than to put more money into a TV. Experimenting a little, I pushed it in to my wet pussy as far as it would go, and began to twist it. That was a different feeling. I left it inside myself, trying not to squeeze it out, and began to rub my clit, moaning softly, enjoying the feeling of being completely filled with cock. Well, not cock, but I could imagine.
I grew ever closer to orgasm, between rubbing my clit and fucking my pussy. My moans were growing louder. I was shaking the room somehow with my thrusts. The "Rules" posted on the wall began to shake and fell to the floor.
Where the Rules had been, there was only a dark hole, about 4 inches in diameter. That seemed like a pretty big hole.
"Why were the Rules covering it up?" I thought.
I quieted down for a second and decided to see what was going on, as an eye appeared at the hole.
"Keep going baby, make that pussy feel good," The eye encouraged her.
It was definitely the alcohol helping me, and I continued to thrust the toy into my pussy, doing as the eye next door guided me. I managed to grip the toy with one hand, and I rubbed my clit with the other, getting closer, and closer to my orgasm.
The eye vanished, the guy next door had stopped watching me, and suddenly I wasn't as motivated to get off, not having my viewer anymore. But as I got up to examine the hole myself, something dark came through the darkness and pointed straight at me. The man had slid his big black cock through the hole, looking for some kind of attention, no doubt.
I knelt down on the floor and placed my toy on the seat where I had just been sitting. Taking that big, black, stiff, erect penis in my hand, I felt how warm it was. I felt how hard it was, much harder than the toy I was using, but still somewhat soft.
"Suck it baby. Suck me with those pretty lips," He told me.
I did, and he moaned at the touch of my lips and tongue. My hand rubbed the base of his shaft, and my lips kissed all around the tip. I would lift his dick up and slide my tongue along the bottom, and then push it down, and lick all along the top. Before long, I began to kiss on it passionately, actively sucking at him, rubbing on his shaft with my hand the whole time.
"Ohh yeah baby, give me a sec," He asked, by withdrawing his cock from my mouth and from the hole.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
Shortly the cock re-emerged, this time wrapped in rubber. He had put a condom on his dick.
"What do you want me to do now?" I asked teasingly. "Did he really want to try and fuck me through a wall?" I thought.
"Let me get it inside your lovely pussy baby, put that ass against the hole," He instructed.
"Oh yes, he did want to fuck me through the wall. He seemed confident though." I thought.
It was a good thing that I wore some heels; otherwise I would have never reached the hole.
I stood up, and turned myself towards the other wall. I bent over and lifted my dress further. With no panties to remove, and an opening in my fishnets for just such an occasion, I backed up towards the hole.
"Oh yeah baby, you have such a sexy pussy. I am lucky that I am getting it," He said hungrily. His dick began pushing at my pussy, and he soon penetrated his dick in to my pussy. I was getting fucked by another man now, a man I didn't know, and I hadn't even seen him. I was so turned on, all I wanted to do was get off on this guy's dick. I pulled the bench closer and used it to rest my arms on, and to push back against the hole in the wall...and his increasingly forceful thrusts.
Ohh it was so good. I loved the feelings I was getting, both physically, and mentally, thinking about this anonymous cock, and how it was now balls deep inside of my pussy.
He grunted and thrust, withdrawing his cock from my pussy completely, and pushing it back in as far as he could. He did this at least ten times, each time he kept his dick inside my cunt longer before withdrawing for a few seconds, and then thrusting it deep again.
During his trusts, his cock began to feel better and better inside me. He now filled my pussy even more, I felt myself get wetter and wetter on his cock, and as a result, he was sliding his dick in and out of my pussy so easily now. Each time, he was sliding his dick in my cunt easier, by pushing me against the bench, stretching my pussy.
He pulled his dick out again for a few more moments and then pushed it deep in my cunt again. This time, instead of the slow deliberate thrusts, he was really going hard and fast. I was grateful after all the teasing. This was getting me so close...so close...to my orgasm and I felt that it was coming. He was going to make me orgasm by his cock alone, and I began moaning loudly, begging for his dick, telling him not to stop.
He began moaning as well as he reached his own orgasm, and I felt my pussy getting even wetter than before. My wetness began to dribble down my leg, and as I came down from my orgasm, I wiped up the wetness I had made, and looked at it. It was white and thick.
I pulled my cunt off of the fucking cock.
"Damn cutie," The voice came from the hole in the wall, "I put a lot of cum in your lovely pussy."
She began to come down from my orgasm enough to realize that I recognized those voices. Surely the voice was of the guy with whom I danced in the bar. I understood that before fucking me he was speaking by changing his voice, but after fucking me he spoke in his original voice. The voice trailed off and I heard the door shut from next door.
"The Lucky fucker" I thought.
I sat up, straddling the bench. I noticed that I was indeed sitting in a pool of cum. thankfully, there were tissues in the corner, and I quickly wiped up...both the bench, and myself, and tossed the cum-soaked refuse into the waste basket, along with the packaging from my new favorite toy.
The last thing I wanted to do was run into the guy again on my way out.
"Hi, I just bought a toy a little while ago and ended up...uh, having a little fun in the rooms back here. Can you tell me if the guy from the neighboring booth is still here?
"Oh no, he left a few minutes ago. He comes here every few days and he always leaves right after doing his job." He smiled naughtily by looking at me.
"Oh, ok. Thanks. I am going to wait for my luck until my next visit here."
"No problem at all. Be safe," Said the clerk.
I got in the car and started heading home, this time with no detours, when I felt more wetness between my legs. I was still dripping cum. I found some tissue in dash board and I stuffed it between my legs to soak up anything else.
Again my phone chimed. It was a text from my hubby. "Hope you're having a great night!"
I texted back to my husband,
"Yes! Had a ton of fun! On my way home now...exhausted!"
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