Christmas Eve with Gloryhole Glenda - Sex Stories

Christmas Eve with Gloryhole Glenda

... sucked, but didn’t squeeze or rub me.

I watched her take her mouth off him just in time, and she caught his second load with another baby wipe. My cock was as hard as the wall, and I wanted to cum desperately. I pulled a fifty from my wallet. As the other guy left and the door closed, I held out the cash and begged, “Me too! Please!”

She asked, “Do you love me? Am I your girlfriend?”

“No, but I have money…”

“I don’t want your money. I’ll suck you when you love me. I’ll even fuck you too. So, do you really love me?”

“I ah…”

The door opened, and somebody walked into the other stall. She pushed away my hand holding the cash, and took a fifty from the guy on the other side of the glory hole instead.

A medium-sized white penis stuck through the hole. I was very surprised that it had what looked like three bolts going all the way through the shaft!

She smiled and asked, “You want the usual right? The rough stuff?”

I nearly busted out laughing, when I heard, “Yes, mommy. I’ve been a bad boy. Punish me, mommy!”

She pinched the head of his dick several times, getting responses of, “OW! OW! OUCH! Yeah mommy! I’m so naughty! Hurt me, mommy!” I nearly laughed again. I saw he had several small tattoos on it. Those must have hurt like crazy!

She punished his cock quite a while, getting several more complaints of pain, and pleas for more. He surprised her and pumped his spunk onto her arm.

“Thank you, mommy!”

She sweetly said, “Come back any time, ...

... bad boy.”

“So good, mommy! Thank you!” He slid an extra twenty through the hole before leaving.

She smiled and said, “Would you believe he works at the IRS?”

I joked, “They love hurting people, so it seems fair.”

We giggled a moment, then she asked, “So are you my boyfriend? Do you really love me yet?”

“I… I can’t. Your dad is my friend, and you’re so young…”

“If you’re not my boyfriend, and you’re not my dad, you don’t get to tell me what to do.” She took a cigarette from her purse and lit it, then blew smoke in my face.

She gave me a very naughty smile and said, “I wish you loved me. Then I could suck white stuff out of you, instead of a cigarette.” She took several big puffs, making my cock swell again.

“Please! I’ll give you a hundred!”

“I’ll suck you when you love me. Otherwise, go home.”

“Two hundred! Please?”

She thought a moment. “Okay, but get in the other stall. You don’t get to see me suck you until you love me.”

I was overwhelmed with lust, but still concerned for her. “Three hundred, if we can do it at your place. I care enough to give you that much, so you don’t have to suck other guys. Please?”

She stared at me, thinking. “Four. Four hundred is the most I ever got in one night. That much, and you’ll be the only one. But once you love me, I’ll do it for free.”

We walked to her apartment, and I sat on the couch. She gave me a nice blowjob and squirted my cum into a washcloth. Until that night, she had been happy to swallow ...