Loosing my mind at the gloryhole – Part 5 – [Futa+F][First Person][Extra large cock][gloryhole][oral]

*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:***

My anxiety was instantly dispelled when I heard a gasp from the other side. Of course, I got that reaction from everyone, but hearing it from an unknown woman sent a shiver of anticipation up my spine, which made my cock throb with excitement. It was only for a moment, but the added girth from the surge that ran through my cock was enough for me to feel that I was well and truly pushing the limits of the size that the gloryhole allowed.

A moan involuntarily escaped my lips when I felt the gentle caressing and slobbering tongue of whoever was on the other side. The pleasure was so sudden and intense that I felt my nipples grow hard against the wall of the booth, as I tried to buck my hips and force my cock inside my benefactor.

As if to answer my prayers, I felt the soft lips stretch around the crown of my cock, and my eyes shot wide open as I felt the resistance as she realized that my cock was firmly lodged inside her mouth. I wanted to laugh, but I also didn’t wanna stop the first instance of penetration I had felt all year.

The world went dark, when I felt erratic movement on the end of my cock. And also because the lights went out for a moment. I leaned back my head and let out a heavy moan from the struggle of the owner of the perfect, warm, wet mouth on the other side. If I didn’t know better, I would have sworn that my moans and the futile bucking of my hips spurred on the person who was currently stuck at the end of my cock.

Over the next few minutes, I had to brace myself against the wall as I felt my cock slide deeper and deeper inside the wet mouth. The sensation of being helpless to fuck the only mouth capable of taking my girth as devastatingly frustrating, but in a way tremendously pleasurable. The fact that I was unable to fuck her the way I wanted only seemed to drive her wilder, as I felt her move around more, before I suddenly felt my cock slide deeper inside her throat than I had ever experienced.

The feeling was too much. I had never had anyone as talented at the end of my cock, and I wanted to reward her with a deep fucking. I felt my balls start to contract. My orgasm was seconds away, and I looked down at my cock just in time to virtually see the bulge of the cum travelling up my shaft. For a moment it caught on the tight seal of the gloryhole around my shaft, but soon it blasted through and I let out a triumphant moan as I felt my cock unload inside the hot mouth of the most perfect creature I had to meet.

***Me:***

I am still trying to recover from what just happened, my mind is stunned and my body aches. My lungs still burn from cum and my jaw feels… loose.

Slowly consciousness returns. I look around. The monster cock is still hanging through the hole, but has deflated to about half its size and girth.

The floor around my little brown cushioned island is covered with either semen or my squirts.

Somebody should set up a “caution! wet floor!” sign. Maybe also a “caution! wet and horny woman!” sign would be a good idea, right next to most important one, “caution! monster cock!”.

After few moments my breathing has calmed down and I get up on my feet.

I move to the sink and take a look into the mirror.

Yea, thought so. Describing my makeup as ruined is an understatement. The lipstick is gone, probably rubbed all over the thing behind me, and the rest, was smeared every which way.

I take one of the paper towels and reflexively go for the soap dispenser in order to clean my face. The towel gliding over my cheek lets me remember that this wasn’t actually soap in there. Talking about fucking my brains out! I shake my head looking at my now glistening smudged cheeks.

Just great! I open the water faucet on the low hanging sink and grab my bag from the coffee table. Somewhere in the depths I had stashed some emergency makeup tools including a remover. But first lets wash away as much as possible. I have to bend down low to reach the faucet with my face. But it’s good to stretch my legs after all that kneeling. I can feel the tendons on the back of my legs slowly uncramp while I stretch them holding the sink on both sides with my hands.

I sigh. Sprinkling cold water into my face is a welcome refreshing sensation. When opening my eyes again and rising back to look at my face in the mirror, cleaning and drying it with another paper towel, I notice through the mirror that something is different.

Yes, the cock is gone. Even though the mirror was dirty and partly broken I could make out the hole over my right shoulder. Was, whoever was the owner of this monster, still there? I have not heard footsteps or a door opening. Maybe I was out and did not notice when they left. Maybe the faucet was too loud next to my ears to notice?

Or they were still there? Maybe they are watching me right now?

I dare not move or even turn around. It is unlikely that they can see my face through the reflection of the mirror in its smudged state. The light is directly above the mirror, so they would mostly be able to see a black silhouette against the cold fluorescent light.

Still the thought of me being watched makes me uneasy. I think about what I just did, stretching my legs, presenting my ass in my tight black dress for some stranger.

But somewhere in the back of my head I also feel a little aroused.

I shift my weight from one leg to the other which inadvertently makes my ass swing. I try to make out if there is someone behind the hole on the other side, but it is completely dark.

Cleaning my face I notice that my cheeks are slightly flushed. I’m not sure if this was from the orgasm onslaught, but I look rather refreshed. I also clearly feel better. I try to massage the sides of my jaw, which had been aching a few moments ago. Nothing.

How?

Suddenly this article comes to my mind that was talking about the ingredients of sperm. It wasn’t only those little swarmy cells. It contained all sorts of chemicals. Saccharides and Oligosaccharides – true, this cum had tasted especially sweet, not salty – but also enzymes, pheromones and … hormones, lots of hormones like testosterone and dopamine!

Testosterone is responsible for sex drive, not only with men but also women I remember having read on wikipedia. And dopamine, wasn’t that the hormone playing a major role in the motivational component of reward-motivated behavior?

Usually the amounts consumed during a blowjob would be of course miniscule. How much spunk could a guy produce? 3-5 mL, something like that, maybe 10 mL, if they’d wait for a week or so. But how much had been dispensed in my body? I put my hand on my stomach. I kinda felt full, even though I had not really had dinner today. So maybe 1 L but thinking about the convulsing pulsating cock in front of my eyes made it seem like it was probably more.

I close my eyes and try to listen into my body. There certainly is a feeling of warmth emanating from my stomach. But I have had a hot meal after all. Still it seems to extend towards my nether region. Thinking again about the throbbing cock in my mouth produces a tingle in my vagina. I definitely feel hornier by the moment.

So really, did I just get myself addicted to monster cock cum? Stupid me! Go to the gloryhole, they said, it’ll be fun, they said. Ending up a cum addict was not part of the plan.

Na, that was absurd. It’s simply cum, it’s not like its heroin.

But still the effects are undeniable. I feel great and already aroused again.

Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/cvlxre/loosing_my_mind_at_the_gloryhole_part_5