*This started out as roleplay sparked by a prompt on* r/futarp *but along the way developed into a full blown story which I would like to share here.*
*It features futa+female and very large cock, but it touches on a lot of other kinks and gets very graphic. Be warned.*
*The characters were not given any names because of the anonymous nature of the gloryhole so the different points of view, both in first person, will simply be indicated by “Her” the futa and originator of the idea and “Me”, which is kind of self-explanatory.*
***Her:***
So here I was – in a small toilet stall, waiting to see if tonight was going to bring me any luck. Actually, I wasn’t even in the stall with the gloryhole yet. Being a nervous first timer, I wanted to wait and see how many people were coming and going, and if I heard anyone else using the gloryhole. I was wearing my favorite dress, a short black number, covered in sequins. With the intent of my visit, I figured that I might as well wear something that allowed easy access to my impressive cock.
Suddenly, I heard someone walk in, and I instinctively pulled my heel-clad feet up to hide the fact that I was waiting in the leftmost booth. For a few minutes, I just sat there and listened, but the other person wasn’t making much noise. The telltale sounds of someone actually using a bathroom for its intended purpose was noticeably missing, which let me know that I had probably found the right person to test out the gloryhole experience.
I heard the person walking past and open a stall door down to the right, close and lock it.
My heart was pounding as I walked out of my booth, and down towards the right one. As I stepped inside, I started to wonder why I hadn’t chosen the rightmost booth. It was a bit bigger, and surely the gloryhole would have worked just as well the other way around.
Looking at the hole, I couldn’t help but notice the myriad of graffiti, scrawled all of the wall of the booth in black marker. Phone numbers, crude drawings, and what can only be described as “reviews of” were everywhere. My cock was aching from months of unsuccessful sexual encounters. Men, women, futas, no one had been able to even fit the tip of my cock in their mouths, let alone any other hole. My lust had driven me to this point, and I wasn’t going back now.
I felt my cock start to swell. I loved the way the weight of it felt as it hung in a low arch out from my body. Looking at the hole, I knew it was going to be a tight fit, and briefly praised the genius who had lined the hole with tape. Gathering all my courage, I grabbed the base of my cock with both hands, and lined it up with the gloryhole, before I started to slide it through.
***Me:***
Before I can continue with my fantasy I hear the door of another stall open and steps coming closer. It sounds like high heels on the tiled floor.
Oh great, competition, I think by myself. What am I supposed to do? Share? I didn’t even get one dick.
I hear the door in the next stall open, close and lock.
What? Furthest to the right! That was what my friend had said. Was I in the wrong stall? That would be rich, two women waiting on opposite ends of a gloryhole. Sounds like a really shitty stale mate.
I put my ear on the black wall and I can hear movement from the other stall, but I do not dare to look through the hole.
What is she doing?
While I am concentrating on the sounds suddenly something comes through the hole only a few inches in front of my face. It’s a huge head of a cut cock and a whole lot of cock follows with light flesh coloring and darker veins underneath.
I audible gasp as my mouth drops open from what I am seeing. I can’t believe the size of it. And it isn’t even fully hard, but clearly its owner has problems getting it through the hole. It tapers out on the front end but in the middle it’s about the same size of the hole. After about one and a half feet there is still more coming through. It’s now about as long and thick as my arm, curving downward in front of me.
Is that a rubber dick? Perhaps someone is messing with me. I tear my eyes away from this gigantic monster and look around the room for a hidden camera.
Slight twitching in front of me brings me back. The movement has stopped by now, apparently the owner has managed to get it all through and what is curving downwards, extending more than two feet into my stall, is the most gigantic, magnificent cock I have ever seen.
I have seen horse and bull cocks on pictures but this would make every breeding stud or bull envious.
How was I supposed to…? Could I even…? Between all those questions racing through my head I feel the butterflies in my stomach again, crazy arousal bubbling inside me, my loins heating up.
Well this was it.
I stand up, move the cushion away from the wall in front of the head and kneel down again facing it.
I place both my hands on the middle of the cock, and begin caressing it slowly. It’s warm, definitely not rubber. I hear a gasp coming from the other stall. I begin pumping the meat and try lifting it up. It is heavy, much heavier than I anticipated. I can feel the blood coursing through its veins underneath the slightly loose skin. I increase my stroking and grab a little harder. Something tells me I do not have to be too worried about hurting it.
The spongy meat begins to fill out some more and to my amazement the thing still grows as the tip slowly rises on its own moving closer to my mouth. Keeping my right hand on the middle I move my left hand forward holding it just beneath the ridge of the head’s crown . My right hand’s movement increases to long strokes along the shaft while I start kissing the head, slobbering spit all over it.My tongue swirls, I try to come at it from all different sides.
A sudden twitch almost rips it from my hands but I hang on. While I start to press my mouth on the head, widening my jaws painfully trying to cover my teeth with my own lips I slowly manage to get the entire head into my mouth. My breathing quickens and I can feel wetness running down my thighs. Never have I been aroused like this from taking a cock in my mouth. But sure this is not any cock. I manage to get my lips over the ridge of the hood to the slightly thinner part.
My jaw relaxes a bit, but soon I realize that getting the head back out will be not as easy as getting it in, as to my horror I notice it is still expanding. And it is also still extending, pushing my head back. My airways are not blocked I can still breath, but the cock continues to expand in my mouth to a point where my jaw again begins to hurt. I try to calm down, stopping my arm movement.
There I am, kneeling on the floor of some toilet stall, with my head on a cock head like some fish on a hook unable to get it out of its mouth. Drool running down the outside of my throat, small streams of juice making their way from my cunt down my thighs to the cushion.
I can’t move my head, the monster is rock hard now. I can slightly adjust my body but sudden movements will certainly hurt my neck. What if the owner of the fishhook decides to pull out? But actually I think that this isn’t really an option as the thickness of the shaft has increased to a point where it might get difficult to get it back through the hole. The tapered base fills the opening and is even compressed where the duct tape covered plywood bites into the meat. That works perfectly as a cockring I realize, blocking the blood from flowing back. To underline this I hear a moan from the other side, it sounds like a mixture of pleasure and pain.
So it’s not only the fish that is caught but also the fisher.
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/cv90fz/loosing_my_mind_at_the_gloryhole_part_2