Someone said: Was wondering if you could write more stories about glory hole or continuation stories about the one you've already written... I loved it.

Slut-solutions said: Sure. Below you will find an old story that I wrote. I'd say I wrote this about 3 years ago. Then you will find the continuation of the story that I wrote for you today. I've cum a long way as a writer! ENJOY!

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My Secret Glory Hole Addiction 1

My sexual addiction to glory holes was almost unexplainable. It was an obsession, one I'm ashamed of but couldn't stop. I had found an old fashioned video arcade, the kind that takes five dollar bills and twenties. I would gather up my money and head to the dirty bookstore whenever possible. I would slink back to a video booth and I would feed my money into the machine and wait for the shitty nineties porn to spring to life on the old, beat up screen.

I would pray for a cock to poke through one of the glory holes on either side of the booth. Sometimes no cocks would poke through at all and I would get my pussy out and play with it while I waited.

Other times a cock would poke through one of the holes. I would start by grabbing it and fondling it a bit. Sometimes I could hear the moans of pleasure from the man the cock was attached to on the other side of the booth wall and it made me smile. I loved knowing I was making their cocks feel good. I would get my mouth down there and suck on the cock, working it with my mouth until I felt like it was about to cum.

Then I would pull my mouth off of that cock and I would back my pussy up onto it, holding onto the other glory hole with one of my hands to get some leverage. I would push myself back on that cock and use it to make myself cum. I came so fucking hard that I could barely handle it. It felt so wrong to fuck a stranger's cock through the glory hole! It was the kind of wrong that made me cum hard and the way my pussy came it would drain whatever cock I was fucking right up into my pussy.

Word traveled fast that a hot girl liked to frequent the glory holes and it seemed like whenever I would show up to fuck cocks in the video booths that they would get busier. Most nights I would have a steady stream of cocks that I would fuck, sometimes two at a time. I loved the times when I would get to fuck a cock through one glory hole while I sucked the cock poking through the glory hole on the other side.

I spent most of my free time there, taking stranger's cocks like that, addicted to anonymity. I loved being able to suck and fuck strangers without knowing who they were. I loved getting their loads of cum in my mouth, in my pussy and sometimes even in my ass. It made me feel like a real gutter slut and that pleased me somehow. Stranger sex was my biggest turn on and glory holes were my biggest addiction.

My Secret Glory Hole Addiction 2

Years had passed and I was still the same glory hole slut that I had always been. I know that it's disgusting. I've thought about it every single day for the past three years of my life. Every night I tell myself I'm not going to do it. I'm not going to get up and put on a slutty dress. I'm not going to get in the car and drive across town to the old fashioned video arcade I have visited almost every night for the past three years. I'm not going to fuck tonight.

Then I get up and put on a slutty dress, my heart pounding. I grab my keys and get in the car. I drive across town, my palms sweating. It never gets any easier. I'm always just as much afraid as the night before but I thrive on the fear. I can feel it pulsing inside of me, causing me to shake from the inside out in anticipation. I'm sure I probably have every disease in existence by now and I know I should get checked but I'm a disgusting, little slut and I know it. I push those thoughts from my head and continue to drive, the pressure in my pussy slowly mounting.

I can feel the tension in my muscles as I exit my car. I feel like I'm going to vomit but this feeling is normal for me now. I know that once I get inside and get the first dick in me that all of my fears will drop away and I will exist only in the moment as a fuck object. I will be a set of invisible holes to countless men who have driven from all over the county because they know that I will be here. They know that they can count on me because I'm addicted to all of their cocks.

I'm addicted to the faceless, empty transaction of sex behind a wall. I'm addicted to cumming on all the cocks. I don't care if they are big, small, or somewhere in between. All I know is I need more of them. I secretly hope they fuck my holes and then tell all their friends about it so they can come along the next time and make me cum even harder.

No one in my real life knows what I do each night when I get in my car and drive out into the night. If anyone asks I tell them I'm going to church and they leave me alone. I guess it's not really a lie. The glory hole is my church and I worship at the altar of every cock that shoves its way into each hole. I always choose one of the middle booths with a glory hole at each end. It's easier to satisfy my cravings for meaningless stranger sex when I have one cock in my pussy and the other in my mouth.

The men all know that I will fuck them all. I'm so horny once I get the first cock in my pussy that I couldn't say no to any of their cocks if I tried. Instead, I give in, finding mercy in the taste of their cum and seeking forgiveness in every creampie. I know there is something wrong with me because as long as I've been cumming here there has never been another woman. I'm the only one and I guess I don't really mind. I enjoy having all the cocks to myself. It's just that it makes me wonder why I'm so fucked up. Why am I the only woman that likes to let every guy in the county go bareback in my holes?

The thought of it has me crazed as I find my way to my favorite booth. I have carved my name into the wooden side to mark my territory. I've thought about adding my phone number but that might be too much. I don't want any of these men to actually know who I am. I like to keep them confined to their role of meaningless dick. I am using them just as much as they are using me. They just don't realize it.

Every cock and every load of cum is a tribute to me and my sluttiness. I revel in it and if I'm being honest, the only time I truly feel alive is when my mouth is wrapped around a nameless, faceless cock and my pussy is filled with another. I take my position, waiting for the next cock, and then the next one. I can hear them talking about me.

"She's such a slut," I hear them say. I wonder if I really am a slut and though I'm sure I am, I don't feel like one. I'm just a horny girl with a secret addiction that I try to hide from the world. I'm not sure anyone would really believe that a girl that looks as innocent as I could be a glory hole slut and I guess that's what I'm counting on. I'm the kind of girl that would get away with it, even if I got called out.

I drain their cocks faster than ever now having had so much practice. I used to be so tentative but now I know how men like it. I know how to suck every drop of their cum out with my pussy, ass, and mouth. I know how to make them cum whenever I so desire. I grip their thoughts with mine as I suck and fuck, edging them with my pussy or teasing them with my mouth. I pull their cum out with my thoughts, willing them to orgasm, extracting the very essence of their manhood and swallowing it into the deepest chasms of my being.

This is when I feel the most alive. It's not when I'm cumming, it's when I'm draining the shit out of their balls. The way they moan as they ejaculate leaves my mind in shambles. The way they dump their load deep into whatever hole I've given them is what tears me apart inside. I fucking love it so much. I can't get enough. The taste of their cum is always on the tip of my tongue and it brings me back each night, craving more. There will never be enough cocks and my holes will never be satisfied. Still, I keep searching for meaning with my pussy, ass, or mouth pressed up to the glory hole begging to be used.