Today’s wonderful guest blogger was introduced to me by fellow sex blogger Sundial – one of the things that’s really cool about sex blogging is when you see other people going ‘ooh I could do that!’ and picking up the baton to write smut of their own. So I’m delighted to introduce D34U with a creative piece of erotic fiction all about good people getting just rewards: a turn at the glory hole, in recognition of their good work. If you enjoy this piece, click the link to follow D34U on Mastodon and check out some of his other work on Sundial’s blog too – a vampiric Halloween tale and a fantasy about a wife’s first threesome. In the meantime… have you been good? Like ‘human rights lawyer’ or ‘doctor without borders’ good? Then you might be eligible for a turn at the glory hole on the Phoenix Manor Volunteer Appreciation Day…
Rewarded at the glory hole
It’s Volunteer Appreciation Day again here at Phoenix Manor. It’s a quarterly orgy, attended exclusively by people who help their communities – nonprofit volunteers, teachers, medical professionals, and everyday folks who make life better for others. It’s not a club for the rich; you can’t buy a membership. But some volunteers and community-helpers are too valuable to lose to burnout. Retaining them is critical. Incentives are needed. A certain percentage of them want, well… something more. These essential people who dedicate their lives to helping others don’t want to be rewarded with luncheons, wooden plaques, or gift cards – some of them want blowjobs and safe gang bangs!
One woman had the solution: let these good people show their gratitude to each other, physically, sexually even. From humble beginnings, the group has grown into a large, complex polycule, whose intricate connections among its diverse members are known only to Elizabeth. That’s her over there: the tall, gorgeous brunette with flashing brown eyes, drinking champagne with others in the lounge. Like you, she’s nude except for a studious pair of glasses.
Elizabeth is a celebrity author and therapist, whose books on sexuality regularly top bestseller lists. She runs the Phoenix Group – a philanthropic organization that supports a number of charities. She’s also your boss, with benefits! When you aren’t doing the books for struggling charities, you help her select worthy candidates for this group. Somehow, Elizabeth is able to discern each person’s secret desires.
The autumn theme for today’s orgy is Mystery Lovers, with games planned to hide the identities of the participants. With Elizabeth’s encouragement and help from volunteer builders, you created this game. Consensual by design, the glory hole provides each participant with anonymous thrills. Outside in the hallway, a single button-push raises a row of paintings to reveal eight crotch-level holes in the lounge wall. And now the fun begins!
One by one, each station receives a visitor. Rigid cocks emerge through the wall’s holes. They are enthusiastically met by this roomful of horny women. The sounds in the room make your clit throb- the wetness, the licking, the gasps for air. You hear those to the left and right of you begin to moan. The vibrations of moaning add heat to any blowjob, but these are genuine – born of purest lust.
A familiar-looking dick appears at your station. This cock is fun-sized and rock hard. Despite the barrier, you recognize this one right away: Jonathan, the veterinarian who never charges enough. In fact, two months ago you had to use your formidable accounting skills to rescue his little business and put him back on track. He was very grateful, giving you horseback riding lessons here at Phoenix Manor’s stables every week. Last time, he took you on an incredibly romantic sunset ride. Afterwards, you met in the group showers by the pool. You loved the way Jonathan absolutely plundered your tight, wet ass, squeezing your soapy tits. You’ve wanked over the memory several times since.
Oh my good boy, you’re in for a treat!, you think, engulfing his entire package. Releasing his cock from your lips, you use only your tongue on him for several minutes until he squirms. Mercifully, you suck on him again, hard, firmly holding him still, concentrating. Through your mouth, but not with words, you communicate with him, mind-whispering:
Remember me,
Remember me,
Think of me,
As I think of you,
Oh rescuer of orphaned kittens,
Oh healer of sick animals,
You are appreciated,
You are loved,
Remember me,
Remember me.
Through the wall, Jonathan cries out your name. It makes you feel powerful, special. He comes abundantly, directly down your throat. You swallow, because he’s a special friend. Before leaving, Jonathan professes his ongoing adoration of you, using the formal, Tabitha, as he always does. You feel heat in your cheeks. Are you blushing, Tabby?
You sneak a glance through the hole to see if anyone else is out there when He appears – Dr. Rodney Patel, Pediatric Surgeon, just back from a volunteer medical mission to yet another war-torn country. He is your crush- devastatingly handsome with his dashing mustache and warm smile. And oh, poor boy, his arm is in a sling! What perils did he face overseas? You know how to make him feel better!
Rodney’s on his way to Elizabeth’s reverse glory hole game down the hall, nearly missing you altogether. Breaking the game’s anonymity protocol, you call out to him through the hole. “Tabby!,” he says, smiling, bending to peer back at you. You do all those silly, flirty things to entice him – bouncing your shapely ass up and down like a bunny, squeezing your heavy tits together, pinching your puffy nipples. As ridiculous as it feels, it’s working on him. You look and feel so hot right now, an absolute fuck-goddess!
He’s looking at you with unabashed lust, as if he’s at a peep show: your short, voluptuous frame kneeling, hair tousled, face and tits covered in cum, a naughty gleam in your eyes. Rodney unzips his pants with his one working hand, pulling out his semi-rigid cock, stroking it for you. But he keeps his distance, still admiring your cum-soaked, bouncing tits. You press your face against the hole so all he can see is your mouth. You beg for him, and your words cause men at other stations to ejaculate into yearning mouths. Pleading, you say, “Oh please, Baby, please come in my mouth! I’ll be such a good, good girl for you! I’ll swallow it all! I… mmmph!” Suddenly, his cock touches the back of your throat. You only wish he could see the joy in your eyes.
Feeling Rodney grow harder in your mouth, you use every technique you’ve ever learned, including the secret ones Elizabeth taught you in her office while you practiced on men in front of her. With every slow, head-bobbing stroke, you take him down to the hilt, moaning your delight, sending him your mental communication:
Remember me, remember this
When you’re away
When you’re homesick,
When you’re scared,
When you’re lonely in your single bed at the end of the day,
Remember me,
Remember this,
Come home to me.
Always come home to me.
And he does, copiously. Although you know the number of jizz squirts doesn’t necessarily equate to the amount of pleasure Rodney’s experiencing, you count anyway. One, two, (swallow), three, four, five, (gulp), six, seven, (oh my Good Boy!), eight, nine. At eleven he finally finishes. You gasp for air, a long rope of spit and cum connecting your lips to his wet, dripping cock. Withdrawing slowly, he blows you a kiss, disappearing from view.
Glancing around, you realize you are the only one left in the lounge. They must have all gone to the next game. But there are still three new visitors. Speaking through the hole, you convince them to move closer together so you can reach. With one cock in your mouth and one in each hand, you remember once again why you love it here. All this throbbing flesh gets you off in ways you never imagined. The one in your mouth is so thick, mmmmm! The dick in your right hand shoots, but you move quickly to catch his pumping orgasm, finishing in your warm, wet mouth.
Two, then three more dicks shove into nearby holes. After all the oral foreplay, your cunt is absolutely soaked. So several lucky boys get to sample your sweet pussy through the hole, your ass bouncing off the wall, your hands stroking the cocks to either side. You clench each one tightly, forcing them to come, almost against their will. Finally, with all the boys satisfied, you catch your breath, completely slathered in spunk.
Stepping from the lounge, you’re greeted with applause from many of your visitors, especially the room’s builders, who chant your name. Several of the women from the lounge have stayed in the hallway to become your admiring spectators. Elizabeth looks over at you with those amazing, big eyes. A lazy smile crosses her face as if to say, Great idea on the glory hole room, Tabby! Yes, you have a praise kink, and a starstruck crush on your boss. But you must say, you’re proud of this project!
You catch a glimpse of Dr. Rodney standing near the back of the group. Taking his good hand, you lead him towards the grand staircase and the private rooms upstairs. Passing Jonathan, your favorite shower-buddy, you take his hand as well. Now it’s time for these volunteers to show how much they appreciate you…