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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.
Great story but I call **. There are plenty of gays who love to ** ** for free, and plenty of gloryhole "customers" who could give a rat's ** who's mouth is on said **.
I dunno. There are lots of squeamish men who would love an anonymous bj but can’t face the idea of doing anything sexual with another male, even if it was just through a hole in a walk. I actually think a lot of men would pay to use a place like this.
Gay dude here. Definitely not true. There are straight dudes who are ultra sensitive about anything masculine touching their **. A mouth is a mouth, but I think you underestimate how homophobic most straight dudes are. Cheers, -G
Hey question for OP!
Did you ever secretly know the guy you were blowing? Ever have suspicion?
Did you ever recognize the taste?
OP here...
I used to hang back from the hole so the guy couldn’t see my face. Of course, this meant I couldn’t see *their* face, and, yeah, once or twice I thought there was something familiar about someone I was blowing (of course I didn’t try to confirm it - I tried to avoid conversation, mainly because I have a distinctive accent (for London anyway)).
So did I recognize anyone? Not for sure. Do I have suspicions? One or two guys I saw could have been guys I kind of knew perhaps, but there was no way I could have found out without blowing (lol) my cover.
Apparently things like this do happen with girls who **. My friend’s old teacher used to pop by a place she worked every month or so for ** (and yes, he paid extra for her to wear a uniform). He would also pay extra for the maid to watch as well, which I guess is **/icky... Honestly her stories are much better than mine.
Recognize the taste? Lol, no. If a guy has eaten pineapple recently, though, you can taste it.
OP here...
And garlic. TBH I used to spit the lot straight in the sink as soon I made the guy burst and rinse frantically.
I am new here and want to join the OP fan club! I am in if we are pitching in for an evening.
So what happened with that meet and greet, OP?
OP is like for Q for pervs
Just read the whole thread. Really hot. I would have no issue with my gf having done that in the past. Quite a turn on !! One question for OP ... or anyone ... I live in London .... how do I find such a place (post COVID) ??
You're gonna have to wait probably
Can I get your number? 😉
Guys have been trying to get in touch with her since she posted this story. I would like to meet her and just share a coffee, she would not even have to ** my **.
Happy new year OP come back 😂
Question for ‘op’
Did you ever have a customer who was nervous about sticking his ** through a hole in a wall? I think I would feel pretty scared about what might be on the other side! It could be a guy or some garden shears or who knows what!
OP back again...
The answer is yes. You would get guys who would stare through the hole just to make sure you were actually a girl (I used to keep my anonymity by kneeling a short distance from the hole so that they could see my body but not my face). Some would try to get you to say something, just to check out your voice. Occasionally a guy would ask what you were going to do when he put his ** through the door. Some girls would open their mouth immediately behind the hole so the guy could see it as he came up the stairs (someone mentions this in the thread).
Every so often you would get a guy who would just want to chat, or ** off while feeling you up. A couple of times I was offered extra to ** (which I did with my pants on) and I once had a guy who paid to watch me 'jill' myself then called me over so I could finished him with my hand. My fiance likes this story, which is why I'm telling it I guess!
Thanks for your post & comments. Really hot and a massive turn on x
Finally, you came back!
Op here... Yeah, I needed a break ;)
AMA guys xxxxxxxxxx
So what happened with the guys who wanted to bring you out of retirement?
"UHHHH!!! NOBODY SELLS ** EVER!! I'M A SHELTERED CUCK!!!" 😂😂😂
I'm loving the buttmad comment below me that seems aghast and incredulous that hookers could possibly exist 😂
I think they were amazed at the idea that a woman would choose to do this, rather than being forced into it.
Shock news! Prostitution exists!
OH MY F UCKING GOD, YOU SAD DESPERATE HOSERS.
Three lines in I was all "This reads like a 'Dear Penthouse' letter."
OP.
WAS.
TROLLING.
YOU.
And you delirious jackholes are freakin' desperate for "her" (...you're certain it was even a chick??) to come back, four and a half years later even. Just how desperate are you fools? Oh well, at least y'all aren't out there reproducing. (*shudder*)
I want to believe :(
But yeah, none of this ** happened.
Cope harder. People sell ** all the time every day.
"Stuff never happens!!"
- Idiots
Thousands and thousands of people sell ** and sexual favors. Every one of them has a story. This is a just a story of one woman selling anonymous bj’s for cash. Why is this so difficult to believe?
It looks like op has got bored or freaked out and left, which is a shame.
She probably got freaked out that guys were serious about bringing her back
>hosers
Definitely OP trying to escape the thread 😂
Hosers guy is right. OP is probably a guy. Hookers exist, but few boast about it online. Clearly OP gets off on leaving you all dangling.
OP, so... what do you look like? Are you hot? Guys staying after you tell them that has to mean you're hot hahaha
OP, are you married yet???
Looking for women glory holes so we get the pleasure of ** ** and paid so ** its unreal