Second Coming- My Second Visit at the GloryHole - Sex Stories

Second Coming- My Second Visit at the GloryHole

After my first experience at the glory hole I kind of told myself that it was a onetime thing. It had been a fantasy and I checked that particular one from my list and that was that….or so I thought. As it turns out every time I drove anywhere near that dirty old bookstore I would think about that night and about all those hard stranger cocks and how it good it felt to have all that attention. Just driving past caused a twinge between my thighs. I would think about Gwen’s Daddy and his huge cock and about how Gwen had unknowingly went down on him. I would start to wonder if she had been back, and if so, had she sucked him off again? Maybe he fucked her through the hole? Maybe he busted a load inside his daughter’s cunt just as he did mine! It was about 3 or 4 weeks after my first night before I would finally return. I just couldn’t help myself so once again I dolled myself up and made the drive out to Route 6. The closer I got the hornier I got and by the time I pulled into the parking lot my pussy was salivating. The sound of my heels clicked against the black-top as each step brought me closer and closer. I dressed more on the sluttier side this time, so much to the point that it had to be pretty obvious as to why I was there. Clunky platform heels, fishnet thigh highs that stopped several inches short of my skirt, a red satin thong that matched the corset that was currently trying it’s best to contain my breasts. I looked like a whore and that was what I was going for. ...

... The guy at the door asked for my I.D. same as last time. I was a little put off. I guess I expected him to remember me but I figure he sees a lot of people on a daily basis. He scrutinized my license more this time then last though. To be fair the first time I was dressed more cute/slutty as opposed to all out slut as I was this time. “Just barely, huh?” he huffed as he handed me back my license. I didn’t know what he meant at first but then it dawned on me that he was referring to my age. I had just turned 18 two months ago. I smiled and started towards the back of the store. It was still kind of early but there were several people milling about the isles of porn movies and sex toys. It felt like everyone was staring at me and at first it made me nervous, then it made me hornier. I smiled at one man as I passed through the red velvet curtain and into the dark corridor that led to the movie booths. It took a few moments for my eyes to adjust to the darkness but when they did I made my way down to hall a found a door with a red “X” one it. I fed money into the machine and selected a movie, an older man with a HUGE cock plowing into a petite teenage girl that was pleading “fuck me harder Daddy!”. It made me think about Gwen’s Daddy again. The first time it was almost like I could have cock just as soon as I was ready but this time it seemed to take forever for anyone to occupy the booths on either side of me. Maybe I had chosen one too far down the hall? I was close to switching ...