Servicing a Glory Hole (For Women).

I was the only man at the party a few months ago. I was there by accident because I had car trouble while trying to drop my girlfriend, Lynda, off. The ladies invited me to stay, even though I felt like a third wheel. I mostly stayed in the corner drinking beer while the women partied. Ladies would occasionally walk by and acknowledge me, but mostly just to poke fun at my predicament. Well into the festivities, and after a considerable amount of drinking and pot smoking, the subject of porn came up. Women shared their favorite port subjects, including the usual: lesbian, gay, and femdom. Janet, the host of the party, suggested porn was very “man-centric.” All the other women chimed in. “Why is porn so misogynistic?”, was the universal refrain. They started listing examples of sex scenes that were clearly designed to excite men. Often the scenes were exploitive of women. “Ya, women are just treated as holes for dicks in porn films.”, said Liz, a dikish woman dressed in black. “The classic example of men treating women as holes is glory holes, where quite literally, women service men through a hole in a wall.”, she followed up. All the other revelers agreed. There should be glory holes for women.

Naturally, the women’s ire eventually turned on me as the only man in the room. “What do you think, Mike?” “Should there be glory holes for women?”, asked Lynda. Trying to defuse an uncomfortable situation, I suggested they were entirely correct. There should be more porn that is tailored for women. Shrinking back into the corner, the intoxicated women began talking about the details of how a “philogynistic” glory hole would work. “It must be anonymous.”, said Janet. “The men performing cunnilingus must not know who the women are that they are serving.” Sam, a petite Asian woman suggested a “queening chair” would work. Janet said she didn’t own a queening chair, but she had something that would work, a camping toilet. She went to the shed to find it as the women continued to discuss the topic. I was starting to become very uncomfortable with the direction this conversation was going. Janet returned with the portable toilet, which was basically a folding chair with a toilet seat instead of a regular seat. She set it up in the middle of the room. The women howled with laughter. Turning to me once more, I was asked by Bianca, an Italian woman I had met only one time before, “Well, Mike, how about putting your tongue where you mouth is?” The women all laughed and joined in the prodding. I looked at Lynda and she had joined the crowd.

Lynda and I had discussed the concept of polyamory in the past. She had made it clear she was not opposed to me having sex with other women, provided she was in the loop. Even so, I had never actually considered doing it. Lynda stepped out from the group of women and took my hand, “Come on, join the party. It’ll be fun.” I said I was too embarrassed to participate in their game and Lynda suggested I might be more comfortable if we set up the chair someplace private. She picked up the chair and led me by my hand into the bedroom. There, she asked me in private if I was okay with this. We discussed it for about ten minutes, then I reluctantly agreed provided there were some ground rules. First, the women couldn’t tell anyone I had participated. Second, we had to stop if I became uncomfortable. Lynda said my ground rules were reasonable. She had a few of her own. She wanted me to wear a blindfold so I would not know who was sitting on the chair. Second, no other sex … just licking. I agreed. As an afterthought, Lynda asked me to take my clothes off. I asked her why, but she would only say it would be more fun for the ladies. Since the room was to be dark, I agreed. While I undressed, Lynda founds found some strips of black cloth. She asked me to lay on the ground and she blindfolded me before laying me all the way down. She then placed the portable toilet over my head. I was trying to get comfortable when I felt her take my arms and begin tying them the to the chair. I asked her why she was doing that and she said it would make the chair more secure, but then she ties my ankles and ties me again at the knees. I had almost no ability to move.

I heard Lynda leave the room and a moment later laughter from the next room. Not two minutes passed before the first woman showed up to be serviced. I felt the weight of her sitting on the chair and her legs straddling my chest.  She was musky. She did not smell like Lynda. She smelled unclean. Her vagina pressed against my mouth. I began licking her and probing her vagina with my tongue. She began to moan, but I did not recognize her. I was eating a stranger’s pussy. I could tell from the motion that she was masturbating as I licked. This went on some time before she began to rub herself on my face. She moved her anus over my mouth. I continued to lick until her legs started to shake and she clearly had an orgasm. I continued to lick and tongue fuck her until she got off the chair. She never said a word. The transaction seemed so impersonal. 

As I waited until the next woman came in, I began wondering if I could recognize the women I had serviced. I was not even certain I could recognize Lynda. I did not hear the next person come in over the noise of the party. I did not know she was there until I felt the weight of her on the chair. She was even more musky that the first woman. As she settled in, she started touch my flaccid penis with her foot. It was against the rules, and I was going to say something, but decided to let it go. Like the first person, she played with herself as I probed her with my tongue. She stopped playing with my penis and put her feet on my chest as she started to focus on her own pleasure. She was almost giggling as I licked her. After about ten minutes, it the sounds and her motion changed. She put weight on my chest as she started bucking. Liquid flowed into my mouth, a combination of her cum and perhaps urine. When the orgasm subsided, she sat still on my face for several minutes before standing and going away.

The third woman who came in was different. The first two had bald, shaved pussies. This woman had thick hair. I thought perhaps she was Black or perhaps Latino. I tried to recall who was at the party as I serviced her. After a minute working on her pussy, it was clear she wanted analigus. I rimmed her but she wanted to be tongue-fucked. I curled my tongue and she moved up and down on it until her anus loosened enough to accept my tongue. She was using a vibrator, which she presumably brought with her in her purse to the party. It did not take very much time at all for her to orgasm. Like the others, she didn’t say a word when she was done, she just stood up am left.

I serviced several other women who were not much different than the others. I’d say they were all about the same, but that’s not true. They all had unique tastes and smells. There pussies were different, and their assholes were too. After servicing perhaps ten women, one came in and did not take a seat right away. I could sense she was standing over me. I would have said something but did not know what to say. Finally, she said a husky, low voice, “You are a very dirty boy,” as she sat down. I expected her to position her pussy or perhaps her asshole for servicing, but instead she leaned way froward and put her legs behind her. I felt he breasts dangling and touching my abdomen. What happened next was unexpected … she started urinating over my mouth. I had never tasted urine before. When she finished peeing. She said, “Clean me.” I licked her urethra. She repositioned herself and I licked her asshole for a minute before she got up and left without saying another word.

In my mind, I counted the number of women at the party and number of women I had serviced. I believed there were nineteen women at the party, and I had serviced sixteen. My tongue and lips were sore, and my face stank of pussy and ass. Two more unremarkable women were serviced when apparently the last one took a seat. It was Lynda. I could tell from her smell before she spoke. A spoke her name. Reaching down to remove the blindfold, Lynda said, “Just one more pussy to service, Sweety.” I licked her with vigor. The was the first time I could see what I was licking. After a while, she untied me, moved the portable toilet, and sat directly on my face. Dragging her pussy and ass across my face, she used my tongue and nose to masturbate. After a relatively short period of time, she had an orgasm. Dismounting my face, she invited me back to the party. She put her panties back on and went into the other room. I looked around for my clothes, but they were nowhere to be found. I called out Lynda’s name and she returned. “Where are my clothes, Lynda?” She laughed and said matter-of -factly, “Oh, Janet has your clothes.” Lynda took my hand and led me into the next room. My clothes were draped over a chair. The women were gathering their possessions. The party was over, but they paused to watch me dress. I provided one last bit of entertainment.

Lynda and I were the last to leave. We had to call an Uber because the car had broken down. Yes, the broken car had started all this. Janet met us at the door to say good night. She thanked us for coming then turned to me and said, “Mike, you are always welcome at out girls-night-out parties.” I was too humiliated to look her in the eyes as she spoke to me. Not knowing what else to say, I thanked her for her hospitality as we turned to walk to the Uber.