Taste of glory

Written by , on 2017-04-05, genre incest

On the ride up northbound Interstate 95 from South Carolina to North Carolina you will come up on a club called “Exotic Angels”. “Exotic Angels” bills themselves as the “The one stop shop for all your Adult Toys and Entertainment needs.”

Now “Exotic Angels” is a business like any other. They need to advertise in order to bring in customers. The only problem is that they do it through the use of billboards that start showing up about 20 miles before the exit. I don’t blame them for this, it’s a good business decision to let the millions of people that travel up and down Interstate 95 know that they’re open 24 hours a day and have an “all you can eat buffet”. They really need to get rid of that phrase on a strip club billboard.

Where I have an issue is the effect it has on my boyfriend. Every time we drive by the signs he looks at them and starts trying to decide which of the four women on the billboard is the sexiest, which of them would be best in bed, which of them would I want to have a threesome with, and on and on. He starts asking if I want a toy or if I want to go into one of the “little rooms” and watch a video.

It eventually turns to my sweet and loving boyfriend announcing that he’s “horny” and could really go for some “road head”. Road Head can be really fun but there are two issues with Road Head and my boyfriend. The first issue is that my boyfriend went out and bought a new truck. What he failed to realize when he bought this truck was that it has a center console that makes it almost impossible for me to get my head into his lap and his cock into my mouth. I would need to completely lay across the console with my ass sticking toward the window. My head would be pointing downward almost like I sliding head first down into his lap. The second issue is my dumbass boyfriend suffers from what I call “Orgasm Paralysis”. It’s exactly what you think it is. When he has an orgasm he becomes a statue and freezes for about 20 seconds. When we’re fucking this isn’t a big deal. When I’m giving him a blowjob it can get a little uncomfortable if he has his hand on the back of my head when he cums. But, if we’re driving down the highway doing 80 mile per hour and he goes into “Orgasm Paralysis” it could be a bad thing. I really don’t want to explain to the State Troopers why we were in an accident and why my boyfriend's penis isn't attached to his body.

So, after the twenty-fifth time hearing my boyfriend asked me to give him a blowjob I broke down. My ability to resist his impassioned pleas was worn away. Either that or I just wanted him to shut up. “Shut up. Please just shut up about wanting a fucking blowjob. Take the next exit and go to stupid strip club and we can get one of those little jerk off rooms. I’ll blow you. Just please stop talking about it.”

“Really,” Jason said as a smile spread across his face.

I looked at Jason with a well practiced death stare, “Take the exit. You act like I’ve never blown you. I sucked your dick at least 5 times this week. Take the fucking exit.”

“I love you, baby.”

“Shut up.”

When Jason turned off the access road into the strip club parking lot there was maybe five cars and forty tractor trailers parked there. The strip club and toy store had an entry in the front of the building and behind the building there was a long one story building. The long one story building had rooms with odd numbers and no even numbers. From the size of the building I guessed that the even numbered rooms were accessed from inside of the building. I guess this was for a little privacy. On the end of the building there was a sign that said “One person per room” and another that said “Pay before entering rooms”.

“Why can’t we be in the same room? How’s this going to work?”

“They have something called ‘Glory Holes’”

“GLORY HOLES? Are those things even real?” I made an disbelieving face, “I thought they were an urban myth.”

“Oh they’re real. There are all sorts of videos of them online.”

“How the heck do you know that? Fuck it. Just go rent two rooms,” I commanded and hurry up before I change my mind.

“Come in with me,” Jason pleaded.

Again resorting to my best death stare, I glared at Jason and pointed to the store, “Go! Two rooms.”

Ten minutes later my phone buzzed to life with a text from Jason.
Go to room 13. It should be unlocked. I’ll be in the room directly to the right. Slide the board out of the way and the Glory Hole will be there.

“Yeah! Lucky me! I get to suck a cock sticking through a hole in the wall. So romantic,” I texted back.

The truth of the matter is that I was kind of turned on and had this perverse attraction to it. Everything was anonymous. It was sex for the sake of sex. Just a few minutes of detached raw passion. Well, the fact I knew who was on the other side of the wall eased my fears a little.

I walked from the truck to the build looking around as I went. I wanted to know if anyone had seen me, if anyone somehow knew me. Me, the slut going into a private room to have sex at seedy “adult entertainment” establishment.

Like Jason said the door wasn’t locked so I walked in and scanned the room before turning around and locking the door. Other than the flickering light from a television mounted on the wall the room was completely dark. There was a metal folding chair in the middle of the small room facing the TV, a small table with a roll of toilet paper, a trash can, and a remote control. On the two side walls there was a thin wood panel that had a handle on it. The panels were latched in place but if you undid the latch you could slide the panel along a track.

The sound of a woman moaning as some pornstar was fucking her rang out in the room. The pornstar reached out and slapped her ass between deep thrusts into her pussy.

I sat down and picked up the remote. Aiming it at the TV I clicked through a few channels until I came across my two favorite pornstars, Caprice and Angelica. Both Caprice and Angelica were naked and each was sucking the cock of a handsome, well dressed man. I tried to turn down the volume but it wouldn’t change. The moans of the men was filling the room. I had to smile, it was as if the video was telling me something, maybe, that I was supposed to being doing the same thing and not watching the video.

I turned to my right like Jason’s text had told me to do and I unlatched the wooden panel. I slid it to the side and a hole about 4 inches in diameter appeared. I tried to look through the hole to see what was in the room but all I could see was flickering of a TV in a dark room. Then Jason’s jeans appeared and he unzipped his pants and pulled out his cock and balls. Jason pushed his cock through the hold and wiggled it up and down. I reached out and caressed his cock with my fingertips at first until it started to harden. Then I took him in my mouth and lightly sucked on just the tip. It was just raw cocksucking, no kissing, no touching. It was his cock and my mouth. I had never seen Jason like this before.

I continued sucking Jason’s cock and felt him getting harder and harder with each passing second. I could feel the pronounced rim of his cock head slipping between my lips. I could feel the large urethra on my tongue. I took him deeper and deeper into my mouth until my nose and forehead were pressing against the wall. Jason started pulling back and then thrusting forward, his cock tip pushing into my throat each time.

Jason must have been really turned on because he had never done that before. He normally let me do everything because he said he didn’t want to hurt me. But this time was different, he was thrusting into my mouth as I held my forehead pressed to the wall.

His pace was picking up. Faster and faster he was thrusting the full length of his cock into my mouth. Every now and then he would stop and hold his cock pressed deep into my throat. His balls were brushing against my chin. Saliva was overflowing from my mouth as Jason continued fucking my mouth. He never stopped to let me swallow and I didn’t want to stop. I found that I had moved my hand between my legs and I was rubbing my pussy through my jeans.

All of a sudden I heard a deep voice, “Oh fuck! I’m cumming.”

A huge surge of cum pulsed into my mouth. But Jason didn’t stop. Normally he froze when he came but this time he kept pumping in and out of my mouth. I tried to keep my mouth closed tight to his cock but cum still spilt out as he thrust in and pulled out.

The voice was different. It was deeper but I really couldn’t tell because of the noises from the TV and the noises I was making.

Jason’s cock started to soften until he finally pull himself out of my mouth. I swallowed and pulled away from the hole a few inches so I could peek through. Jason was starting to kneel down. He was going to look through the hole.

The face I saw through the hole had a full beard. It was an unfamiliar face. Someone I had never seen before. It wasn’t Jason.

“Damn, girl. That was one fucking amazing blowjob,” the man said.

Cum was dripping from my mouth and down my chin as I looked through the hole in disbelief.

“I…I…who are you? You’re not my boyfr…,” I stopped and wiped my hand across my mouth. “Who the fuck are you? Where’s my boyfriend?”

“What are you fucking talking about?”

I saw the man stand up and his limp cock appeared at the other side of the hole. The man unbutton his pants and pulled his cock in his pants and buttoned up. He pulled out his wallet and started to flip through it.

I couldn’t help but think he was looking for money. Like I was a whore and he was going to pay me. I’m not a whore. What had I just done. I couldn’t think straight.

The man looked through the hole again. “Honey, that was the best fucking blowjob I’ve ever had. Here, take this,” the man pushed a business card through the hole. “The next time you’re in town call this number and I’ll meet you anywhere you want. I’d sure like to feel your mouth on my cock without this wall between us.”

A rush of light poured through the hole and the man was gone. I hadn’t even gotten off my knees yet and he was tucked in, zipped up and gone.

I pulled my phone out of my purse to see I had 37 new messages. As I looked at the screen the message count kept going higher and higher. 39, 40, 41, 42 new messages were rolling in.

I unlocked my phone and looked at my messages.

lol, sorry baby I gave you the wrong room number. room 23 not 13

hey, you there



are you getting these messages

where the fuck are you

the bouncers threw me out, where are you


The messages kept going on and on but they all had the same theme. All were trying desperately to find me. All were trying to make sure I didn’t do anything.

All were too late.

I took some tissues and wiped off my mouth and walked out of the room. A black Mercedes pulled out of a parking spot and swerved in front of me. “Hey cutie, I’m serious. Call me and I’ll be here in a 5 minutes.” The car pulled away.

I could feel the tears starting to overflow and a bead of water rolled down my cheek. Through my blurry eyes I saw Jason jump out of the truck and start running toward me. Jason sk**ded to a stop in the gravel and grabbed both of my arms. “Kristy, where have you been. Why didn’t you answer me?”

“Take me home.”


“Now! Take me home now and don’t say a fucking word to me.”

The moment I got in the truck I turned the music up and pulled my knees up to my chest. I rested my head on my knees and the evening ran through my mind over and over again.

The signs. Me telling my boyfriend to stop at the strip club. The inside of the dark room with the flickering TV. The moans that were ringing out through the building. The little wooden panel. Why did I open the panel? Then there was the anonymous cock sticking through the hole in the wall. I could have stopped at any time but I didn’t. I took the cock in my mouth and started to suck it. I could feel the sensation of it sliding across my lips. My head pressing against the wall and the cock pushing into my throat. I could still feel cum pulsing onto my tongue and the warmth of the liquid.


About two weeks later on a sunny Tuesday afternoon I was driving my car east down Interstate 40 toward Wilmington for an appointment. As I drove my phone rang so I pulled over to the side of the road. My appointment was cancelled. When I looked up I saw a sign for Interstate 95. The memory of that night two weeks ago came rolling over me.

I opened my purse and found the business card. I’m not really sure why I still had it. I pulled it out and looked at it. The card was printed on a heavy stock paper with very ornate numbers printed in gold. There was no name or address just the numbers.

I stared at the card and then looked up at the Interstate 95 sign and dialed the number.

I waited as the phone rang, once, twice, three times. I turned the phone to hang up when a deep male voice answered, “Hello”.

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