I’ve always been a glory hole whore – you literally cannot keep me away from them.

My first time getting used up at a glory hole whore was when I was still a teenager. My mom used to drive me up to the local one connected to the adult video store when I was still a little wee brat. I didn’t know what Mommy was doing for hours in that “store” but my little cunny would drip when I noticed how the men walking in would look at me. I’m sure I looked like a perfect little piece of bait to them. I’m not sure how they could resist snatching my tight tiny body out of that run down Honda. I guess knowing my Mom was inside waiting to pleasure them kept the guys distracted.

Nevertheless, seeing Mom become such a huge glory hole whore inspired me.

There’s no way I could ever be a bigger slut than Mommy was back then. I could TRY though! I sat down to ask her all of the in’s and out’s of the glory hole whore life. She shot it to me straight. The first was obvious, she recommended nose candy. Cocaine or crystal meth specifically. Mom pointed out that it was always a good idea to get a hard buzz going on. Especially before saddling up to the stalls. Second- Bring a friend! I hadn’t really considered that but she said that it was always a good idea to take turns & one of us film. Guys who came in and out to see the glory hole whore would be quick to buy videos, even if they were short. Then Mom lit up a cigarette and said her last piece of advice. No condoms and try to get bred.

Mom wrote down a few different spots to check out around town and I made my rounds for a few years after that.

I had scaled it back a bit for awhile. Glory holes are harder to come by these days as I’m sure you probably know. It wasn’t until I was on my 8th week in quarantine that I could no longer resist. I had to get my holes filled up, even if it meant going to each and every single cum stop in Miami-Dade County. The glory hole whore was back in the business!

I slipped into the most skanky thing I owned. A white vinyl tube dress, clear stripper heels and just incase, a matching PPE cloth mask.

I drove around the city to my usual spots. All of the smutty hangouts were closed due to the COVID-19. Just as I was starting to give up, my Mom called me. I told her what was going on with enough disappointment in my voice that it broke her heart. That’s when she remembered the one she went to when I was little. The glory hole was attached to a dirty old truck stop. Thankfully she still knew vaguely where it was.

I drove there quicky, barely able to contain my excitement. Once I got into the parking lot I snorted a giant rail of blow & walked right into that truck stop.

The door opened suddenly and I strolled to the back. It was almost as if I had been there one million times before even though it was my first stepping inside. I went into the stall and pressed my tight ass up against the hole in the wall. Now I just had to be patient and wait. I heard a voice call out, “HEY SNOW BUNNY- GET READY FOR SOME BIG BLACK COCK!”

Before I could brace myself, I felt a thick rod slam inside my cunt. I screamed for him to go easy on me but that’s when two other African truckers came into the stall. They shoved their cocks down my throat while the third pounded away at my pussy hole. You know I’m a BBC size queen! A fourth and fifth trucker came in as well, both Latino & wellhung. Did I make a mistake by coming here? No, not at all- THIS WAS EXACTLY WHAT I WANTED! After weeks of social distancing I was finally getting bred by strange dick all over again. Being a glory hole whore has never felt better.

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Phone Sex Kingdom Nicole Burke