Cecelia Explores the Gloryhole by ChambersBay

Cecelia Explores the Gloryhole by ChambersBay

Cecelia, a 50-year-old wife and mother, had never really thought much about this situation until a few months ago. She knew her husband had a penchant for visiting seedy adult shops, which she found a bit repulsive. While she was open-minded enough to appreciate the upscale, female-friendly adult stores in trendier parts of town, the one in the suburbs seemed different. Located on the outskirts, past the car dealerships and shady businesses, this adult store promised something more illicit. Although she and her husband had jokingly discussed visiting adult clubs and theaters, she never imagined it would actually happen. But after stumbling upon his porn collection, her perspective on “dirty” changed, sparking her interest in exploring something new.

At first it was just fun to illicitly masturbate to the same pornography he was. Early on, Cecelia avoided the large folder of Gloryhole videos. Women degrading themselves in dark and filthy booths. Swallowing cum. Playing with cum. Why would anyone find that a turn on. It was just gross and off putting. But after feverishly working her way through the lesbian porn, then the MILFs, gangbangs, even a few questionable “Step Mom” videos, while in a masturbation frenzy one afternoon Cecelia put on a glory hole video. Not even realizing that’s what it was at first. The video started halfway through, a close up on the face of a woman, middle aged, pure excited ecstasy. The rather amateurish camera work pulled back, revealing she was naked, ass pressed against a wall. The room, not bigger than a small closet. “Oh god, fuck that pussy baby, fuck my married pussy”, the woman in the video looked right at the camera when she said that. It was right then that Cecelia came, hard. Just thought of this married, middle aged, woman fucking an anonymous stranger pushed her over that edge. Her whole body clenching up, the orgasmic spasm rolling up out from her well worked clit.

That’s how she found herself, shyly sitting in the car, gathering up the nerve to go in. For the past six weeks, it had been all gloryhole and adult theater porn, everyday. On the weekends, the busty, long haired housewife would hide in the bathroom, phone in hand, watching woman of all ages, amateur, pro, young and old, sucking cocks, fucking cocks, taking cum into their bodies, coving their chests in the fluid of strange men. Standing 5’8″, 190lbs. Her mature body, a pleasantly large ass and round breasts. A slight belly that no longer bothered her.  The favorites were the married women, sometimes doing it for their husbands, sometimes for themselves. It was this overload of porn and masturbation  that led her to research this place. Almost an hours drive from home. Reviews promised a standard adult shop, maybe trying to be a little upscale, but the real attraction of this place was the promised maze of video booths in the back. Some purportedly with gloryholes in the walls between booths.

Sitting in the car, trying to psych herself up to go in. Think about the women in those videos, suddenly the realization how incredibly wet she’s become. “Glad I’m not wearing a skirt” she thought to herself, lest the seat be slick with her juices. “Fuck it!” Proclaiming to herself. “I’ve come all this way, I just want to see if they’re real” thinking out loud. The plan was to just go in, see what’s there. Maybe watch a porno. It was fairly early in the day, 11am. Middle of the week. Best time to ensure that there would be few other people there. No one to see her. The parking bore that out. There were only two other cars parked in the medium sized lot. Just go in, see what the deal is. Simple, in and out. “God I’m so wet” she thought. Reaching down to touch herself, she jumped a little. Way more sensitive than she had anticipated. “It’s now or never.”

Getting out of the car and quickly crossing the parking lot, not daring to look if anyone might be watching as her hand reached out to open the door. She swallowed hard, took a deep breath and went in. The first thing she noticed was the smell. It was thick and smelling of strong cleaners, bleach, almost overpowering. There was a moment of panic as she thought about turning around. But she held it together, walking into the store. A man leaning behind the counter. As she walked in, he was busy opening newly delivered boxes of merchandise to be sold, not even bothering to look up. There was a sign on the counter. “Employees only beyond this point” it read. Just past the counter, a small passageway leading to what she assumed was the video booth area. Unsure of what to do next, she approached.

“Um, hi. I’m looking for the video booths. Is there a cover charge to enter?” She asked, trying to sound casual and not at all like the horny mess she felt like inside.

The man raised his head, finally meeting her eyes. He was younger, maybe in his late 20’s, Not unattractive, but not overly good looking either. He met her eyes with a friendly smile on his face. Looking at this attractive older woman, dressed like a mom who’s going to do the grocery shopping. Black leggings, a white and blue striped shirt with a light blue hoodie over it. The hoodie doing nothing to hide her full breasts.

“Uh, yeah, sure. There’s no cover charge, but are you sure you want to go back there? Nothing goes on in there that shouldn’t, if you know what I mean. But uh… it’s mostly men that go back there. Couples in the evening sometimes, but single women… Are you sure you want to go back there?”

The man’s words did nothing to deter her. She nodded, feeling a mixture of excitement and fear. “Yeah, I’m sure. I just… I want to see if it’s real. You know, what they say. I’ve seen the videos.” She paused, realizing how lame that must sound. “I mean, I’m just curious. It’s not like I’m… you know, into that kind of thing.”

He smiled reassuringly, leaning on the counter. “Okay, well, I can’t stop you. But like I said, it’s mostly men back there. And… well, you know. Just so you know, they cost money to use.” “The machines take dollars, fives and twenties.”

Digging into her hoodie pocket, Cecelia pulls out a neatly folded $20 bill. “Can you break this for me please?”

The clerk takes her bill “Mix of 1’s and 5’s good for you?”

“Yes please” nervously smiling at him. The clerk counted out the cash handing it to the slightly reddening woman. “Thank you” quietly said as she gripped the small stack of cash.

“It’s quiet this morning, probably a good time to check it out without being interrupted” he commented to her as she turned to walk away. The clerk couldn’t help but check out her plump ass, nicely lifted by the leggings she was wearing.

The passageway was dimly lit, at the entrance a giant wall showing covers of pornos, numbers beneath each one. Stepping past that, a small maze of corridors with booths lining the sides. Most were quiet, dimly lit from within, their doors slightly open. One had a soft, flickering light filtering through the cracks, a red light glowing above the closed door. Moaning sounds echoing from the video being played. Cecelia hesitated for a moment, feeling a mix of anticipation and nervousness. She took a deep breath and wandered toward the back of the booths. Entering one on the very end, the door swung open silently, revealing a small room with a bench on one the wall opposite the door. A video screen playing a silent ad, built into a cabinet just left of the entrance.

The room was surprisingly clean though dimly-lit. Glancing around, noticing a series of buttons and switches on the wall next to the monitor. A slot to feed dollar bills. The thought of masturbating in this space sent a shiver down her spine. There was a paper towel dispenser on the wall, along with a small empty trash can in the corner. Closing the door behind her with a click, she stepped fully into the booth. On the wall adjacent to the neighboring booth, there it was, the mythical gloryhole. A tall oval cut into the wall. About 6″ high, 4″ wide. Her heart pounding in her chest. Her whole body was tight with nervous energy. Slightly bending over to peer through it, the booth next to hers was empty. “That’s a relief” she thought. The excitement of the possibility colliding with the reality. Sure it’s exciting to think about a strange cock coming out of a wall, to touch it, suck it, maybe even fuck it. But what if? What if she gets caught? What if her husband finds out? What if she loses control of the situation?

Still, here in this room, early in the day. The store was empty enough, the chances of an encounter seemed unlikely. Reaching into her hoodie for her wad of cash, “Just a dollar. I’m here, might as well take advantage of the moment”. Inserting the bill into the slot, the monitor suddenly came alive. Louder that she wants, it was blaring. The video was a gay one. A muscled man roughly fucking a small younger looking man. “Well that’s not what I want at all.” Quickly turning the volume down, fearing it would attract attention. Next was to find some other video. Any other video. The controls were simple enough. Four buttons, two for volume, two to cycle the channels. Up or down? Going up, more gay porn. Up again, gay gangbang. “What’s going on here, is it all gay?” She thought. Finally after what felt like two dozen channels, the number going up 100, then 1. Channel 1 was a bog standard busty woman big dick video. Pressing up in the channels, the video got harder. Threesomes, bondage, gangbangs, huge cocks. The porn overload was getting to Cecelia. Squirming, she finally stopped on a video of an older MILF, big ass, big tits, furiously sucking on a large black cock while a white cock filled her from behind. “Finally, this is hot…”

Click! The screen suddenly went back to the ad. All is quiet. The dim light above her head turned on.

“Well fuck” she whispered to herself. The time had run out, just as it was getting good. Maybe a minute had passed. The image on the screen, a scantily clad starlet dancing. The text letting customers know that a $1 gets you 1 minute of viewing time. $5 gets you 7 minutes. $10 for 20 minutes. $20 a whole hour. The more money, the more time. Fumbling in the hoodie, pulling out two fives, feeding them into the machine. “God I hope I don’t have to find that again.” Luckily the screen came back to life with the same trio still furiously fucking.