Obeying the Dominant Girl at the Gloryhole

Ben’s hands shook a little as he opened the door to the porn store. He’d never been in one before and he’d never been anywhere in search of a blowjob from a stranger. He’d read about the gloryholes at the store, though, and he hadn’t stopped thinking about it since.

Day and night he fantasized about the pleasure of putting his cock through a hole and having the soft, sensual mouth of an eager girl suck him off. He’d watched gloryhole videos and found them endlessly arousing for reasons he didn’t really understand. He’d never fantasized about this sort of thing before, and yet he couldn’t push the notion from his head once it had taken root.

“Hey there,” said the cute, tattooed girl sitting behind the counter. “I’m Staci. Welcome to my little world of fantasy and fun. Anything I can help you with?”

Ben nervously looked away. He wasn’t sure if he was supposed to simply make his way back to the booths that had the gloryholes or if the girl was the gatekeeper to those pleasures. He wasn’t sure about anything and his heart was pounding so hard he worried for his health.

“Um, well, I was hoping to take advantage of your…um, your booths,” he said.

Staci flashed a knowing smile and asked, “You here to get your dick sucked?”

The casual-yet-filthy nature of her question surprised Ben to the point that he choked on the saliva he’d tried to swallow and launched into a coughing fit.

“Whoa, whoa,” the tattooed girl said as she came out from behind the register. “You okay?” She slapped Ben on the back with surprising strength and he stood up.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Sorry about that. I’m not really sure what happened.”

“It’s okay, you know,” Staci said. “The dick sucking thing, I mean. Lots of guys come here to get their dicks sucked. They’ve got to pay to keep those videos running in the booths and that’s a pretty big part of our revenue, if I’m being honest. There’s no reason to feel any shame about it if that’s what you’re here for.”

Ben still couldn’t bring himself to admit that he’d come to the porn store with the specific purpose of getting a blowjob. Now it felt like a terrible idea.

“You know, I’m not sure why I’m here,” he said. “I should go.”

He moved towards the door as Staci said, “You don’t strike me as the kind of guy that would come to a place like this to get his dick sucked.”

There was something in her voice that made Ben pause and look over his shoulder. “Really?” he asked. “What do you mean?”

“Well, if I’m being honest, you seem like the kind of guy that would come here to suck dick,” she said.

Ben would have choked on his saliva if he’d had any in his throat. Instead, he stared at Staci.

She stepped closer and said, “I don’t mean any offense, but you seem like a cocksucker to me.”

Ben moved back and bumped into a rack of dildos, spilling half of them on the floor. “Shit, sorry,” he said while dropping to his knees to clean up the mess he’d made.

“See,” Staci said. “You look like a natural on your knees.”

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” he asked with a dildo in each hand.

“I’m not the one holding two cocks,” she shot back. “I work in a porn store, man. You can just admit that you’re a cocksucker. It’s not like I’m going to judge you. You can be whatever you want. The business model of this place is built on guys doing what actually turns them on and I’m saying that you seem like the kind of guy that’s turned on by having a stiff cock in his mouth.”

“I’m not,” Ben protested. “I’m straight.”

“I didn’t say you were gay,” she shot back. “I said you seemed like a cocksucker. I said you seemed like the kind of guy that comes in here to suck dick because it thrills him to do something really fucking naughty and nasty. I’ve seen lots of guys like that. They’re almost always straight and married and they almost always get off on getting on their fucking knees and sucking strange dick until it cums in their hungry whore mouths.”

Ben sat back on his knees and dropped the dildos. He hadn’t come to the store to suck cock. He’d come to get his dick sucked. He had. That was the whole plan.

“Why’d you come here?” Staci asked.

“To get a blowjob,” he said.

“Are you sure?” Staci asked. “I mean, really? You understand that girls don’t suck dick at gloryholes, right? You’re not stupid enough to think that some pretty chick was going to suck you off because she finds it so fucking hot to give head, right? You know it’s just dudes that give head at gloryholes, right?”

It made perfect sense the moment she said it. The girls in porn videos were being paid.

“Really?” he asked.

“What’s your name?” Staci shot back.

“Ben,” he answered.

“Ben, I’ve been working in this place for two years and not once have I seen a girl go into those booths. Not one single time. I’m sure it happens, but if you came here looking to get your dick sucked by a girl, you came here looking for a damn unicorn and you ain’t going to find it,” Staci bluntly informed him.

Staci stepped closer, making Ben crane his neck to look up at her.

“There are a few guys back there right now, though, so if you want to get on your knees and suck dick you can do it. There’s nothing stopping you. Nothing at all.”

Ben wondered why he hadn’t run from the store. He wondered why he was still on his knees. He wondered why he was still letting Staci talk to him like that.

She took another step closer and reached out to grab a handful of his hair. Her grip was surprisingly tight and she seemed to find a small measure of joy in his discomfort.

“What if I dragged you back there and put you on your knees in one of the booths?” she asked. “What if I put you right in front of one of the gloryholes and told you to suck dick while I watched?”

Ben’s heart pounded and he felt an odd and distressing sense of arousal between his legs. It couldn’t be at the idea of sucking cock. It couldn’t. He wasn’t that kind of guy. That wasn’t why he was into gloryhole porn. It wasn’t why he’d fantasized about it so much since discovering gloryholes were a thing.

Staci maintained her grip on his hair as she turned around and started walking towards the back of the store. Ben resisted and she pulled hard enough to make him groan in pain. “Crawl,” she demanded.

Ben crawled behind her and felt a sense of complete and utter dismay at the stiffness between his legs. Why was he hard? Why was he excited? Why did he seem to like that Staci was dragging him through her store and towards the gloryhole booth?

“Faster, damn it,” Staci said. “I don’t have all fucking day.”

Ben picked up the pace as they reached the back of the store. She opened the dark, grimy-looking door and led him down a hallway with a decidedly sticky floor. He heard the sounds of porn videos playing in a handful of the booths and imagined guys watching and jerking off. The whole thing felt so tawdry, and yet he refused to get up and walk out. He went along with it. He let Staci lead him.

She opened the door to one of the booths, released her grip on his hair, and said, “Crawl inside. Get on your fucking knees at the gloryhole.”

Ben looked up at her. He saw the wild look in her eyes and the way the edges of her lips curled into a small, sexy smile. He knew she was giving him a chance to leave. She’d let go of his hair. If he stood up and walked out she wasn’t going to stop him. Of course she wasn’t.

He didn’t walk out, though. Ben surrendered to the inexplicable but very real feelings of arousal that permeated every fiber of his being and crawled into the booth. He waited on his knees at the gloryhole and Staci stepped into the booth after him with a big smile on her face.

“I fucking knew it,” she said. “You’re just a fucking cocksucker like the rest of them. You tried to tell yourself you weren’t, but of course you are. You told yourself you’d come here and some slutty girl would suck a load out of you, but you knew you were fucking delusional. You knew that was just some bullshit you were cooking up so you wouldn’t have to admit that you’re just a fucking faggot that wants to wrap your lips around a dick and suck until you’re rewarded with a mouthful of cum.”

Ben wilted under the barrage of harsh words. He didn’t want any of it to be true. He wasn’t the slightest bit attracted to men. He liked women. He didn’t want to suck dick, and yet he was on his knees in front of a gloryhole and a kind of arousal he’d never experienced before had wormed its way through his entire body.

Staci approached the video screen, pressed a few buttons, and brought up a POV video of a pretty brunette giving a blowjob.

“Have you ever watched a video like that and imagined being the girl? Have you ever imagined wrapping your pretty lips around a dick and feeling it throb in your fucking mouth?” Staci asked.

Ben looked up at the video and let the idea of being the girl envelop him.

“You’re doing it now, aren’t you?” Staci grabbed a handful of his hair and pulled Ben’s attention to her. “Answer me.”

He nodded.

“Take your fucking clothes off,” she demanded. Ben hesitated and Staci leaned down, sneered, and said, “We both know you’re hard as a fucking rock right now. We both know you want to suck cock for me. We both know you want to make a stranger cum in that faggot mouth of yours. Now take your fucking clothes off or get out of my store.”

She stood up and Ben followed. He stripped as Staci watched with a satisfied smile on her face. She gave his bare ass a hard smack and said, “Get on your knees and wait at the gloryhole like a good faggot.”

Ben’s heart pounded so hard he felt a little lightheaded as his knees came to rest against the cool, sticky floor.

“Look through the hole,” Staci said.

Ben directed his gaze to the gloryhole and saw a chubby older man sitting on the other side. He had his pants around his ankles and his cock in his hand. Ben looked back at Staci and nodded.

“Tell him you want to suck his cock,” Staci demanded.

Ben turned back to the gloryhole and took a deep breath. The guy sitting on the other side had turned his attention towards the opening in the wall and he looked ready to offer his cock.

“You and I will be the only people that will ever know that you’re secretly a disgusting little cocksucker,” Staci said. “Your dirty little secret will be safe with me. Live your fantasy. Follow that stiff dick of yours. You know what it wants you to do. You know what you want to do.”

“Please, sir,” Ben said. “I’d like to suck your cock.”

The stranger stood up and approached the gloryhole. He pushed his stiff cock through it and Ben stared at the plump, purple head that now rested just a few inches from his mouth.

“Do it,” Staci said. “Suck his dick. Suck it for me. Degrade yourself by sucking cock like a fucking whore. Be a little gloryhole faggot for me.”

Her words were designed to humiliate, and yet Ben couldn’t help but get turned on. He leaned closer. He parted his lips. He wrapped them around the stranger’s cock.

“That’s it. Take him in your mouth. Use your fucking tongue, and no fucking teeth. No cocksucker worth his salt uses his teeth. Press those lips around his dick like a good little bitch. Suck on it. Lick it. Work it like a good little gloryhole whore,” Staci demanded.

The man on the other side of the gloryhole groaned as Ben did what the bossy, tattooed blonde girl demanded of him. He sucked cock. He sucked a stranger’s cock for the first time in his life and he experienced a wealth of emotions as he listened to the groans of the man he was blowing.

Staci stepped closer and squatted next to Ben. “I love watching a first time faggot,” she hissed. “It makes my pussy wet to see you surrender to your hidden desire. You disgusting little pig. You call yourself straight and yet you’re on your knees in a filthy fucking gloryhole sucking cock. You’re going to swallow that fucking load for me, aren’t you?”

Ben reached up to play with the stranger’s balls as he sucked his cock. He licked the head and the shaft. He moved up and down the stiff flesh. He was lost in it. Staci’s humiliating verbal barbs filled his head and sent the oddly pleasurable sensations of humiliation from his brain to his loins.

“Fuck, here it comes,” the stranger said.

“Catch every drop like a good faggot,” Staci said. “Take it in your mouth. Don’t you fucking swallow until I give you permission.”

The stranger grunted and the cock in Ben’s mouth swelled up. The first shot of cum felt huge and hit the back of his throat and tongue, covering it in hot, wet, salty fluid. A dozen more shots followed and soon Ben felt like his mouth was overflowing with cum.

The stranger pulled away, offered a quick, “Thanks, faggot,” and pulled up his pants. A moment later he was gone.

“Show me his cum,” Staci said.

Ben turned and opened his mouth, showing off the thick load that rested on his tongue.

Staci smiled, leaned closer, and surprised him with a passionate kiss. Her tongue moved into his mouth and they snowballed the semen the stranger had offered, making a foamy mess as she reached down to grab Ben’s throbbing cock and stroke him.

“Swallow,” Staci said when she pulled back.

Ben swallowed what remained in his mouth and Staci did the same.

Staci reached up, wrapped her fingers around his throat, and applied gentle pressure. “Tell me what you are,” she demanded.

“I’m a cocksucker,” he said.

His balls tightened and his dick swelled up in her hand.

“Are you a disgusting little pig?” she asked.

Ben was too caught up in the most intense pleasure of his life to disagree. “Yes.”

“Say it,” Staci demanded as she tightened her grip on his throat.

“I’m a disgusting little pig,” Ben said.

Staci smiled. “Yes you are. You’re a disgusting little cocksucking pig. You’re a fucking faggot. You’re a nasty, cum-loving little bitch and we both know you’re coming back. We both know that you’re coming back as often as you can. We both know that you’re going to be my little cocksucker from now on.”

“Fuck…” Ben said as the pleasure built between his legs.

“Go ahead. Cum. Cum for me. Cum like a good little bitch. Cum while you think about that cock exploding in your mouth. Cum while you think about how good it felt to suck a man off. Cum for me, faggot,” Staci said.

Ben groaned and did as Staci demanded. He came as she ran her fingers over the underside of his cock. He filled the little video booth with his wild, lusty moans.

When he was finished Staci lifted her hand and showed that she’d caught most of his cum. She smeared it all over Ben’s face, making a sticky, salty, slippery mess and laughing in the process.

She spit on his face to make it a little more disgusting and then stood, unbuttoned her jeans, and pulled them down, freeing her pussy in the process.

“Eat me out, pig,” she demanded. “Make me cum and I’ll let you come back again to suck more cock for me.”

Ben crawled closer and ate Staci’s pussy. His cum spread over her pussy lips and thighs and as he put his tongue to work. She moaned, grabbed his hair and held him there until an orgasm ripped through her body.

“I’ll see you tomorrow,” Staci said as she pulled up her pants, zipped up, and left the gloryhole booth.

Ben sat back on his knees and took a deep breath. He reached for his clothes and pulled on his shirt. There was no way he was ever coming back to the porn store. There was no way he was going to suck cock again. There was no way he was going to blow another random stranger and swallow his load. There was no way he was going to subject himself to that level of humiliation.

There was no way.