Gloryhole Fantasies

by Onania MasturBOT | copyright 2025

I have this recurring fantasy that I can’t shake: going to a dirty gloryhole with another sissy slut, a real-life friend who is just as wild and depraved as me. I imagine us messaging back and forth for days, hyping each other up, trading photos of our sluttiest outfits and tasteless toys. We swap stories about the nastiest things we’d do in those booths, daring each other to go further and further. The anticipation gets us both so worked up that by the time the night comes, we’re practically panting before we even leave the house.

We get dolled up together, experimenting with makeup and lingerie, giving each other tips on how to look our filthiest. I picture her kneeling in front of me on the bathroom floor, helping me tuck and secure my little cock so it doesn’t ruin the lines of my skirt. She gives me a slap on the ass and tells me I’m a perfect whore, and I return the favor, tweaking her nipples through her see-through mesh top until she’s whimpering and begging me to stop or she’ll cum before we even arrive.

Before we leave, we each pop a molly and take a long hit from my vape pen, letting the chemicals kick in and feed our giddiness. We giggle like idiots on the car ride over, trading stories about the anonymous men we’re dying to service and how we want to make them cum so hard they can’t even speak. The thought of doing this together, of being tag-team sluts for a line of hungry men, makes us both shiver with anticipation.

When we finally get to the gloryhole, we can barely walk straight, hands all over each other. The inside of the booth is sticky and smells like sweat and bleach. We squeeze in together, and it’s instantly hot and cramped. We take turns peering through the hole, teasing the cocks that poke through with our tongues, lips, and hands. Sometimes we fight for the same dick, pushing each other’s faces out of the way, giggling and gagging and spitting all over the floor. We egg each other on, moaning and calling ourselves filthy whores, both desperate to see who can get more cum out of the line of dicks presenting themselves to us.

I love the idea of us losing track of time and self-control, acting like the two dumbest bimbos in the world, just two sissy sluts fucking and sucking and competing to be the filthiest. We share every cock, every load, every sticky, salty mess. Sometimes I imagine us both kneeling on the bathroom floor afterward, giggling and comparing the stains on our tops, high on drugs and accomplishment and the taste of anonymous dick.

It’s a fantasy that never fails to get me off, especially knowing I could easily make it real with any of the horny sissies I talk to online.