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I worked as a gloryhole girl
So I used to work at a gloryhole.
I was studying in London. I had no money and my stint as a librarian had come to an abrupt end when I quit out of sheer boredom.
Scanning job listings I happened upon a vague advert offering opportunities at a 'gloryhole' - a word I'd never seen before. I sent an email (I'd had a glass of wine) and to my surprise found myself meeting with the 'maid', an older lady who couldn't pronounce her 'r's and had clearly seen it all.
She was polite and surprisingly formal - though endearingly frank when describing the mechanics of what was expected of a gloryhole employee.
I'd expected/wanted her to say
"You're far too respectable to be doing something like this"
and send me home but instead she advised me to work in my underwear ('because of the fluids') and asked if I could start on Thursday evening.
And so that's how I, a nice girl from Canada, wound up sucking ** for money in a north London flat.
That first day I worked six hours, gave five ** and went home with £150 - a chunk of which I splurged on a sushi comfort binge. My jaw ached, and even the wasabi couldn't mask the taste of sperm
And so, every Thursday night for three months I'd make my excuses and head to an anonymous flat in north London to ** strangers for money.
Everything worked according to a set routine. The maid answered the door, collected the money and walked the guy to the top of the stairs. On the landing there stood a door with a hole in it. The guy put his ** through and I'd ** him till he came.
I developed a routine: Locking the door and taking off my top whenever the doorbell rang, spitting on the ** to get it wet, stroking it till it got hard, sucking it till my mouth filled with sperm and spitting the ** into the wash basin in the corner. At least this was the theory.
Some guys couldn't come. Some couldn't even get hard. Others would explode in moments. Occasionally guys would stand at the door for a minute or two afterwards, and I'd watch their ** shrivel away before they pulled their pants back up.
A surprising number of guys preferred to come outside the hole, spraying their mess against the door. After each appointment the maid would scrub the door and landing with bleach - which explained the sickly stench of cleanliness that hung in the air.
Though I'd work alone, occasionally my shift would cross over with another girl's. I became friendly with two other employees: a 'larger girl' - as the British euphemistically put it - who ended every sentence with a giggle - and a pretty little thing from the provinces who was earning rave reviews online and promised me she was about to quit every time I saw her.
Anyway, three months in and it was clear the venture was in trouble - girls were quitting and I was working more shifts, but seeing fewer and fewer guys. Despite her best efforts the maid couldn't get the place running efficiently - guys would book and never show, or turn up without booking. And so I returned to straight society.
I'd paid off my debts and got out before I'd caught something. And that's my confession.
OP come out of retirement! Lololololol
Did you swallow, OP?
OP, does your husband get off of your stories about your past work?? Does anyone know you blew them??
Good lord I hope your husband lets you come out of retirement one day. You're probably hot as **!
Shoulda like **
Your husband is lucky as **!!!
Jesus this is so hot. How does someone find a place like this to go to?? What does it cost??
You sound like a fed
Did any of the clients fall in love, OP??
Anyone else get a bj from the short american girl with curly hair while this place was going? interesting to hear her side of the story or should I say the story from her side of the door!
Was this OP? Can you tell us any more? How good was she?
I dunno if it was OP, but she was a white girl and had an American/Canadian accent and curly hair. I squeezed her ** outside, then inside her bra and then got sucked through a hole in a door. I came, so she must have been ok!
I want to do this I did this once in Carolina
Are you gonna have kids, OP? Will you tell them about this?
Op here: would I like kids? Yes! Will I tell them that I sucked anonymous strangers’ penises for money? No.
OP come out of retirement this ** is hawt
OP here. I’m on vacation from my legit job so have some free time. It’s been so long since I’ve had any interesting questions to answer ;)
I haven’t met up with anyone from this thread btw. The only ** I’ve sucked in the past couple years belongs to my husband :P Sometimes when we’re fooling around I’ll tell him stories - old men sticking their hands through a hole in a door and slipping a couple of fingers into my **, teenage boys (18+!) ** the moment my lips touched their **, that kind of thing.
OP here: I still pop by this thread every so often. If anyone has any interesting q’s about me or the gloryhole (or life in general!) I will answer them. x
My favorite part about this thread is the butthurt loser insisting it isn't true
I am on the fence whether this is true or nit, but why was everyone getting so angry. Clearly the guy either a) was ‘op’s husband or b) really really needed a **
It isn't. It was a dream of yours
This is such a hot thread
Wish you'd come out of retirement
AMA guys
I’ve got a gloryhole in Bayridge Brooklyn for straight guys and it’s free and private. You ** and go. I service gym bodies two one two-four seven zero- four three eight two.
Back in college I dated a gal that worked in a place downtown that had video booths, and they had holes in the walls.
Some women would come in, sit in chairs outside of a booth smoking, usually that was at least two there, one night there were 5 of them.
What we did was stop in front of the one we wanted, they would tell us their price, usually $10 for a handy but some wanted $20. More for a BJ.
I used to go there late if I struck out trying to find someone for the night.
The surprise was when I went in late one night and there sat my girlfriend, we had only been on 3 dates so we were not yet intimate, other than necking and petting.
She was shocked to see me, but took the $20 bill I handed her.
She even backed up to the hole, that is not easy to do, let me tell you. Tough to get any rhythm going. I dated her for six more months, but didn't like kissing her for obvious reasons, so we broke up.
Yeah, right