*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.*
<original prompt>
***Her:***
I had heard a lot a about it. The gloryhole. It was located in the stalls of the shared bathrooms at the local park. Everyone knew. The stall in the far right had a large hole cut into it, made for anyone to stick their cock through and hope that the person on the other side would offer their mouth, or any hole really, as tribute.
I had become desperate. Being a Futa was one thing, but having a 3 foot long cock, the width of a grown mans arm was another. That’s why I sought out the gloryhole, looking for release.
When I arrived I saw that the rightmost stall was closed and locked – a sure sign that someone was in there. However, I didn’t see any feet. A shy one, I figured.
As I stepped into the stall next to it, I saw the hole and realized that while it was more than big enough for a normal man’s cock, mine would be a squeeze. Luckily, my cock was thickest at the middle so I figured that as long as I could get past that, I was set.
It took some considerable effort, but finally my massive cock slid though the hole, and I heard a gasp from the other side.
I wonder who’s back there.
</original prompt>
***Me:***
I am just leaving the club. Late Friday night about 00:30, weirdly early to be on my way home, and weirdly enough alone.
But I was frustrated. The original idea had been to treat myself to a great night out, hook up and have my brains fucked out by a handsome hung stud. It’s been a while since I had a good fucking so I was really looking forward to this.
I had shaved, waxed, got my hair done and my makeup, I chose the red fuck-me lipstick, nothing subtle for tonight.
Arriving at the club I immediately went to the dance floor and soon I felt the eyes of plenty of guys on me. The revealing clingy black dress accentuated of my large tits, wide hips and round ass and I didn’t hesitate to show off while scanning the room for proper candidates.
It didn’t take long before the cocky ones were grinding up to me. What followed where invites to drinks and small talk. But one after the other struck out. It was small things that turned me off; their way to talk, to gesture, their desperate attempt to impress me, so over the top and obviously fake. I didn’t need to be impressed by their careers, how many languages they spoke, their conversation skills, their fake interest in what I had to say. And that’s where it happened. The epiphany that all that mating dance ritual was absurd, totally ridicules. I wasn’t interested in those guys, I simply needed a cock. But not a dildo, I needed the real thing.
And then I remembered the gloryhole a friend of mine had recently mentioned to me. Down at the park, not too far from where I live.
So while this one guy, Brad, Chad or whatever was talking to me I simply grabbed my bag and took off, didn’t even offer some excuse. I had a purpose now and hoped it would offer me the relief I craved.
20 min later I am here at the park. It is empty and I am glad about that. There is the little concrete building with the public toilets. I immediately go in and listen. Nothing. Empty. Not sure if that was a good or bad thing I make my way down the row of booths. These are not the kinds with the generous spacing at the bottom and top, no these were big fully closed cubicles. The city probably modified them, when they changed the installation to unisex so no one would be able to do some peeking. Good. I didn’t need to see the other person and I sure did not want them to see me.
Rightmost stall was what my friend had said. Standing before it I hesitate. It is unlocked. All my way here I had felt nervous but also excited about the thing I was going to do. I feel butterflies in my stomach and notice some wetness between my legs. The ultra thin thong I am wearing is soaked through for some time now and I feel a little droplet run down my thigh.
Yes, I decide, no backing out now.
I open the door and go in. The light comes on because of a motion sensor. The stall is much cleaner than I had anticipated. Part of me had imagined all sorts of gross stuff. A white tiled floor contrasts with the grey concrete outer walls and the black wooden one, where the next booth is. There is a toilet, even a small sink with soap and paper towel dispensers. There is even a small wooden coffee table and a brown cushion lying on it, which – except for the crusty white spots – looks out of place here. I lock the door behind me and then step closer to the mirror above the sink in order to check my makeup. That’s when I realize, it didn’t matter what my makeup looked like, nobody was going to see it anyway. I didn’t have to look pretty here. I would not have to make conversation and wouldn’t have to laugh at stupid jokes.
That’s when I noticed a note scribbled on the wall next to the soap dispenser: It said “Lube ;) —>”. I look closer at the slightly rose colored liquid in the clear plastic container, put my hand underneath and pump the handle one time, spraying a small amount on my fingers. Yeah, lube, no doubt. I put it closer to my nose and inhale. Strawberry. Somebody certainly looked after this place.
I cleaned my fingers with one of paper towels and started to look around for the really important thing, the one thing I was here for.
Ah, there it was: a 4 inch hole in the black wall towards the next stall, its edges covered in black duct tape. Yeah, wouldn’t want a splinter in your cock, that’ll ruin the mood real quick, I think by myself.
I take the cushion trying to make the least amount of skin contact with my fingers as possible, lay it on the floor under the hole, place my bag on the coffee table and get closer to the wall. The hole is just below about 3 feet. I put my fingers on it, feel the edges and then go down on my knees on the cushion in front of it. Yeah, height seemed good. I hesitated for a few seconds and then tried to put my lips towards the hole. I had to crouch slightly but it wasn’t too uncomfortable, the cushion certainly helped.
There I was now, waiting for my first “customer”. What if nobody came, how long would I wait? Who else has been here, waiting? How many hours of waiting versus how many hours of actual action? Was I doing this wrong? Were people planning rendezvous here online? Suddenly I feel really stupid just coming here. Still kneeling I grab my bag from the table and get my phone out: ten past one in the morning. Was I too late? Were people coming here after work hours for some after work stress relief? I picture a line of tired men standing outside waiting their turn. In my fantasy I visualize a dick coming through the hole in front of me. I see myself looking at it from all sides, a thick veiny cock with a nice large head already rock hard from anticipation and perhaps stroking himself while waiting.
Again the moist feeling between my legs and the tingling in my vagina.
I see myself taking it with my right hand at the base, pushing it slightly up and licking the frenulum with my tongue before taking the head in my hot, wet mouth….
Source: reddit.com/r/sexystories/comments/cv8wce/loosing_my_mind_at_the_gloryhole_part_1
Its beautiful.