Emmy's Iron Maiden Glory Hole - Sex Stories

Emmy's Iron Maiden Glory Hole

... another welcome glass of champagne and proceeds to point at each table and explain who everyone is to me. None of it is going in as she points from person to person, seemingly each girl here with their partner who does something something in finance or something something for a large corporate until Emmy says something that catches my attention and brings my focus back into the room and away from my self consciousness. “Wait, what did you just say?” I lean over and whisper to her. “What? Victoria. Yes she is a transsexual. In fact there are a few here tonight, Humphry,” Emmy says matter-of-factly. My cock twinges at the mere thought and my heart is racing once more. Emmy notices my blushing and with a cheeky grin she leans in and whispers to me, “Humph, I didn’t bring you here for you to have your first transsexual experience I brought you here to be a guinea pig for my new device, remember?” I look at her and try to explain that I know that but without letting her know that I don’t know what the hell she means by device. She knows anyway, she can read me like a book and she offers me reassurance it will be fun. She tells me to relax some more and to just get into the swing of things. She takes me over to another table and introduces me to a few people and we exchange pleasantries and after a while I relax and the music and drinks start flowing. I am having a fun time mingling and getting off on all the comments about my stockings and lace panties. Everyone else is dressed ...

... amazingly, it is like I am backstage at a burlesque show. And speaking of show it appears mine is about to start as Emmy whispers into my ear that, “It is time.” I gulp the last of my drink and nod wryly as she takes my hand and leads me toward what appears to be a darkened stage across a small wooden dance floor. Emmy switches on some lights and a huge cylindrical box becomes apparent before me. It looks carpeted on the outside and has five thigh height boxes around its base with spaces between them. “Ladies and gentleman,” Emmy shouts as she lowers the music on the wall panel. “You all know why you are here and now it is time for me to tell our guest, Humphry.” Emmy proceeds to tell me that the cylindrical box is in fact an ‘Iron Maiden Glory Hole’. A contraption of her own invention and that I should not be alarmed by it. Something I find hard to believe at this stage with the mention of ‘Iron Maiden’. She gesticulates for a couple of men to come forward and asks them to open up the box and they do so splitting it down the middle on one side. Inside it is also made of a plush material and I can see multiple holes now dotted around in two lines. One around waist height and one about head height. “Humphry, I have a little game for you. You said to me in the pub that you had an overwhelming desire to suck cock and that you could only do it if it was attached to a beautiful transsexual. You even said you could tell by looking at them whether or not they belonged to a transexual ...