Category: Economic

GloryHole Setup At The Men’s Shelter

While you can’t walk more than 100 feet without running into a gloryhole in Glory City, there are still a few places that didn’t have anonymous cock sucking facilities available to their clients. One of them was the men’s shelter. They just didn’t have the funds available to afford the costs associated with setting up a professional-looking glory hole. You need proper lighting, a floor that can be easily disinfected. A sanitary wall that won’t absorb any cum spillage, etc. The people living at the shelter knew this, and thought they would try to overcome this another way, without the help of massive amounts of funds and start up capital. The men at the shelter started doing fundraisers so they could get their own glory hole setup. They were busking out in the streets, playing musical instruments and singing. All the change that got thrown into their collection boxes all went toward the glory hole fund. Some of the men were out washing car windows as they stopped at the street lights, looking for donations. They weren’t very effective at cleaning since they didn’t have any expensive window cleaners or chemicals, but they made do with their old rags and bottles of water from the shelter’s public sink.

After a few weeks they had scrounged together all they could. Things weren’t looking that great. They only had a couple hundred dollars. So they made do with what they had. They were able to buy a few sheets of plywood, some screws and some paint, along with a mop and bucket to clean up the place after each visit. The rest of the money went to hire their first glory hole cock sucker. After a few days of work they had built their very own glory hole. It wasn’t the nicest looking one. Actually it was quite depressing looking. The plywood was a bit of a splinter hazard. You had to be very careful shoving your cock through that hole.

 The good part was the hole was big enough that you could actually fuck a girl through the hole. You can see the very first customer shoving his big, black cock through the hole and into the cock sucker’s vagina. This gave them a competitive advantage over some of the other glory holes in town, since most didn’t allow full service sex through their holes. Believe it or not, in about a year, the men’s shelter had become one of the most visited and profitable glory holes in town. If you go there today, they have still not upgraded the nasty plywood walls, and the floors are always drenched in cum, but there is a lineup so long there is usually a 45 minute wait to get in. Just goes to show you don’t need the best of everything if you offer good service and a unique product.

>>>New chapter next week. Stay tuned!

Creampie Sally

Sally was a new face in Glory City. She was young, but covered in tattoos. She looked old beyond her years. It was safe to assume she had lived a hard life. She was a real up and comer in the city, exploding on to the gloryhole scene. She made a reputation for herself by having unprotected hardcore sex with her glory hole customers. That was normally a no-no for glory hole workers. They were to suck men’s cocks and make them cum, but traditional sex was typically frowned upon. That explains why Sally became so popular. Everyone wanted to cum in Sally’s pussy. And cum they did. The strangest part was Sally did not let customers use condoms, even if they wanted to. She insisted that she leave them with a messy creampie. Her vagina wet and dripping.

Many people started to wonder about Sally. Why was she so obsessed with creampies? She wouldn’t let a drop of cum go to waste. She wanted every ounce of cum to be shot deep inside her pussy. One day this mystery would be uncovered. One of her customers brought a spy camera into the glory hole and hid it in the corner. I think he just wanted to capture footage of her having sex with men, and use it for his own masturbatory pleasure later, but what he ended up recording was far more interesting.

He came back the next day for a glory hole session with Sally, and picked up his recording device. It was right where he had left it. When he got home and plugged it into his computer, he could not believe what he had seen. He watched Sally service many men that day. All of them came inside of her pussy. That part was normal. It’s what she did afterwards that shocked him. After she got her pussy shot full of cum, and the client left, Sally would bring out a large glass mason jar and set it in the middle of the room. She squatted over it and forced all the cum out of her pussy into the mason jar. By the end of the day she had gallons of cum stored in glass mason jars, all being placed in a mini fridge in the back room.

After her working day was over, a tall man showed up, handed her money, and collected the jars of cum. One his shirt it said “Glory City Creamery”. He worked at the local dairy plant. They produced milk and other dairy products there. It turns out this whole time Sally had been selling cum to the Glory City Creamery to use as a special ingredient in their dairy products. Any time you ate Glory City Creamery cheese or drank a glass of their milk, you were ingesting the cum that Sally collected on a daily basis in her vagina. This whole scam was blown wide open by the media. Apparently they thought the cum had a special power to make people addicted to their products. The weird part is, after the trial and the story blew over, Sally went right back to getting creampied in her glory hole booth. I think to this day, the Glory City Creamery still includes glory hole cum as one of their main ingredients.

>>>New chapter next week. Stay tuned!

Voyeur Makes Vagrant Girl Suck Cock at Glory Hole

Glory City is named because of all the glory holes located throughout the place. I’m not sure how the place ended up like that. It almost seems like something out of a movie. It started with one glory hole, right at city hall, and it continued to blow up until “glory hole cock sucker” became the number one profession in the whole town. 65% of women in Glory City work at a glory hole. Their entire tourism industry is based off of their wives and daughters sucking stranger’s cocks behind false walls. Ya, I know it seems strange, but I am not about to complain. Where else can you go and get your nuts off in a matter of minutes by your pick of amazingly hot women? Even the Mayor’s wife works at a glory hole. It’s an honourable profession in that town.

I met a homeless girl in Glory City who had never sucked a cock before. This was like finding a needle in a haystack in a place like Glory City. Almost as rare as a bigfoot sighting or a unicorn. I asked her why she had never worked at the glory holes and she said she was nervous and scared. Wanting to help this girl, I told her I would take her to my favourite glory hole in town, and help her learn the ropes. After all, there is no reason for a beautiful girl like her to be unemployed in Glory City, when all she needs to do is get on her knees and open her mouth. Pretty soon I had her kneeling on the cum-soaked floor, sucking on a stranger’s hard penis. It didn’t take long before.

This turned me on to no end, so I took my cock out and started jacking off while I watched her. I gave her words of encouragement. She got more and more confident and I could see her getting aroused. This really turned me on. Just about the time she made her client cum, I also had a screaming orgasm. I came all over her as I watched the other man do the same to her. When we were both finished, she looked up at me with her cum-covered face and smiled, as the jizz dripped off her and onto the already soaked floor. She thanked me for helping her gain her confidence. Her confidence to suck cock for a living. I heard through the grape vine that this girl was now the personal glory hole assistant to the mayor of Glory City. I’m proud I was able to help her start her career as a professional cock sucker. The wonders never cease in Glory City.

>>>New chapter next week. Stay tuned!

The Escort and the Garbage Man

I had been having a rough month or so with my escort photography session shoots. A lot of girls were flaking out on my and not showing up for sessions. Women are unreliable enough as it is, but women escorts are even worse. A few showed up and didn’t have any money, but wouldn’t let me fuck them either, so I had to tell them to get lost. I don’t work for free.

Then Friday rolled around and I had one final client that was supposed to show up. Her name was Pam, and apparently she had just started out hooking and needed a good portfolio of pictures and videos she could use in her advertising to attract new clients.

She was an older lady, as far as escorts go. She looked like late 40s, but for all I know she could have been 25 years old. An escort’s life can age them well before their time.

I took her money and told her to take her clothes off as I started setting up my camera equipment.

Suddenly the motel door opened and a short, portly man walked in. He was wearing what looked like the uniform of a garbage man. He stared at me, then slowly moved to a nearby chair and plopped himself down.

“What’s going on here?” I asked. Not knowing what exactly he was doing there.

“That’s Poppa Jerps.” She replied. “He likes to watch. He’s paid up for a couple hours today so I said he could come watch you fuck me during our photoshoot.”

Well that was certainly unexpected. I had to sit here and try to perform with a short little garbage man staring at me from a few feet away. Not really a great way to end an already shitty week.

So Pam starts modeling for me. I must admit her body is pretty nice. A lot better than you would expect after hearing her gravelly voice and seeing her wrinkled face. My cock had no problem getting up and at it. In no time I was fucking her on the bed with all my cameras and lights blazing. I had completely forgotten about our spectator sitting in the corner.

Suddenly I hear a low, moaning sound, and I am quickly brought back to the reality of the situation. Our friend Poppa Jerps has his pants down to the floor and is jacking hard on a semi-soft penis. I try not to look but it’s hard not too. He’s really tugging on his cock and having a heck of a time getting it up.

Pam grabs my head and says “Eyes on me, boy. Don’t pay attention to what Jerps is doing.”

So I follow Pam’s instructions and we eventually end up in the cowgirl position with her riding me on top of the bed.

Suddenly I hear the garbage man’s moans getting louder. I glance over briefly to see him really tugging on his cock, fully hard now. I have a feeling he is getting ready to cum, so I want to keep an eye on what he is doing.

My suspicions were correct as he leapt up out of his chair. Then the son of a bitch rushes towards me looking like he’s ready to burst. I try to roll to the side when I realize Pam has me pinned to the bed and I can’t move.

“What the fuck?” I yelled in a panic.

Jerps waddles towards me and starts jacking his cock right above my face. All of a sudden his hot man spray begans to spew forth and splashes all over my face and into me eyes.

“Nooooooo!” I yelled. Pam still has me pinned down and I am going nowhere. I have to stop screaming because his massive load is now getting in my mouth.

“That’s it, get him Poppa Jerps! Cover that bad man’s face.”

That’s when I realize both of them were in on this together. They schemed to hold me down so this fat SOB could shoot his load all over me.

Finally he stopped and scurried over to retrieve his pants. Pam hopped off of me and I could finally defend myself.

I reached for a table lamp and pulled it right out of the wall socket. Both of them were quick, but I managed to nail the fat garbage man in the back of the head with it before he made it completely out the door. Both of them kept running and never looked back. I bet that left him with a nice goose egg for a week or two.

What an awful way to end a already awful week.

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The Perfect Blowjob

I had been working as an escort photographer for a few months now. It was a pretty simple formula. I’d post an ad in the adult personals sections advertising my services directly to escorts. They’d all see it, since that is where they were posting their ads for their clients. None of them could take a nice looking photo if their life depended on it, so when they seen my professional samples they would all be chomping at the bit to hire me. Of course I would often take other forms of payment in lieu of money, if you know what I mean.

I had gotten into a pretty good rhythm and was basically servicing about 3 or 4 escorts a week.

One day I received a call from an escort named Crystal. She sounded very loud and boisterous on the phone. Almost like a bit of a redneck. I arranged to meet her and was very curious to see what she was going to be like.

I was waiting in my motel room when I heard a loud car exhaust outside. It sounded like the vehicle had no exhaust at all. I heard Crystal’s voice. “Come back in an hour, Momma K! Don’t be late, bitch!”

Bang, bang, bang! She was pounding on my door so loud I thought she was going to damage it. I opened the door and was dumbfounded by what I seen. She was probably 200 pounds, as wide as she was tall. Wearing a dirty yellow shirt and a short skirt that looked like it was 2 sizes too small for her. Her clothes actually looked soiled, like they hadn’t been washed in a while.

“You ready to fuck me on camera and take some photos for me?” she blurted out, as she forced her way past me into the room.

“Uhhh” was all I could muster. I was not liking this situation. I was hoping I could get her to leave. I was not into BBW women at all, and I wouldn’t even call her a BBW, just a BW…BIG WOMAN! To see the type of escorts I normally fuck, check out this video at prostitutemovies.com.

But then I thought, maybe I can salvage this. I can probably muffle my way through this photo shoot, not have to fuck her, and still make my full $150 fee. Not too bad for an hour or so of having to look at an obese women with questionable hygiene.

“Just to let you know, I don’t have any money. So you’re going to have to fuck me in exchange for your photos, alright?”

“Oh no!” I thought to myself. This wasn’t going to work out at all. Before I even had a chance to say anything, Crystal was down on her knees and was reaching for my zipper. “You can call me Queen Bee.” she said. ”That’s my stage name.”

I was horrified. Was I even going to be able to get it up? She was a repulsive. A big, hideous woman.

She continued on her mission and had managed to pull my pants down around my ankles. “Get your camera out, bitch!” she snapped at me. I grabbed by Nikon and started snapping photos of her while she stared up at me, my soft penis in her hand like she was holding a wriggling worm.

Then suddenly she opened her mouth and placed my soft cock inside her mouth. It was wet, warm, and soft. Suddenly she began sucking, creating a vacuum-like sound I had never heard occur during a blowjob before. She had her own special technique…and it was working!

I felt the blood rush to my penis. Suddenly the veins in my cock were throbbing. She continued her unique technique and my cock continued to grow until suddenly I was in a state of bliss.

I grabbed her fat face and began fucking her chubby head. This was the best blowjob I had ever had. Whatever she was doing, it was putting me into a state of ecstasy. This obese woman had somehow developed the perfect blowjob technique.

It took no longer than 45 seconds and I had gone from completely flaccid to about to cum. I grabbed her ears and began pumping away. I had already worked up a sweat and I could feel it dripping down my back. I was just about to burst when I suddenly realized I hadn’t taken a single photo yet. I grabbed at my camera, fumbling like I was trying to grab a wet bar of soap off the shower floor.

“I’m cumming!” I screamed as I finally managed to point the Nikon in her direction. The cum exploded from my cock as she pulled her mouth away from my cock. She obviously wanted it all over her face, and I was happy to oblige. It was such an extreme orgasm I could hear my cock making sounds as the cum shot from its throbbing tip. Crystal’s face was covered in my hot semen. There was not a single spot that wasn’t dripping in creamy white goo.

She looked up at me through the blur of the cum stinging her eyes and said “Did you get that shit?”

“Yes.” was all I said. I had managed to take a great series of photos of the cum erupting from my penis all over her face. It was some of my best work.

She got up and wiped her face off on the sleeve of her stained yellow shirt. She handed me a card with her email address on it and said “Well, I guess we’re done here. Make sure you email those to me tonight. I’ve got customers waiting for that shit.”

Almost as quick as she came in, she was gone. She didn’t even close the door as she left. I sat there for a minute contemplating what had just happened. I just experienced what was probably the perfect blowjob. It’s as though a God had come down from the heavens and sucked my cock. And that God was an obese woman named Crystal.