Glory Hole Sisters
With Stella and Vanessa Hudgens
Written by TheLW
Codes: Blowjob, Glory Hole, Inc
Disclaimer: This FICTIONAL story was written for entertainment purposes only.
A/N: This is a short story under 1,200 words.
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The neon sign above the entrance hummed with pink and purple lights, Midnight Pleasures – Adult Superstore – Toys, Videos, Live Booths. Vanessa Hudgens pulled her hoodie up higher as she and Stella slipped through the glass door into the cool, air-conditioned interior. Vanessa still had that effortless starlet allure, dark waves of hair tucked under a cap, full lips that curved into a secretive smile. Stella was bolder, wore tight yoga pants and a cropped top under her jacket, her sharp features lit with excitement.
They'd driven from Vanessa's Hollywood Hills home straight to this out-of-the-way spot in a strip mall on the edge of LA. No one would recognize them here, not under the baseball caps and dim fluorescent lights. The shop smelled like latex, vanilla lube, and faint bleach. Shelves lined the walls with vibrators in blister packs, leather harnesses, rows of DVDs with titles like Gloryhole Gaggers Vol. 12. A bored clerk behind the counter, tattooed arms, earbuds in, barely glanced up as they paid $20 each for "arcade access" tokens.
"Back there," he muttered, nodding toward a black curtain. "Booths take quarters or tokens. Have fun."
Vanessa's heart thudded as they pushed through the curtain. The hallway narrowed into a dimly lit corridor lined with numbered doors, private video booths. Low moans leaked from under some doors, the air was warmer, thicker with musk. Stella grabbed Vanessa's hand, squeezing.
"Look," Stella whispered, pointing to a sign that read Glory Holes – Mutual Booths Only – No Talking. "This is it. Real ones."
They chose booth #7, larger than most, with room for two on the padded bench. Vanessa locked the door behind them. A small screen flickered to life when she fed tokens in, straight porn played silently, a woman on her knees, mouth working an anonymous cock through a wall. Fitting.
Two holes stared back at them from the side walls, smooth-edged circles about waist-high, edges worn smooth from use. One on the left, one on the right. A small bench ran along the back wall, and a mirror above it let them see themselves, flushed cheeks, eyes wide with anticipation.
Vanessa dropped to her knees first, the thin carpet rough under her leggings. "I've wanted this forever," she admitted, voice low. "No names, no faces... just cock after cock."
Stella knelt beside her, shoulder to shoulder. "Then let's drain them dry, sis.”
They didn't have to wait long. A soft knock on the left wall, then the first cock pushed through, thick, veined, already leaking pre-cum. Vanessa leaned in, inhaling the musky scent before wrapping her lips around the head. She started slowly, tongue swirling, savoring the taste. The stranger groaned through the thin partition, hips twitching.
Stella watched, biting her lip. "God, you look hot." She turned to the right hole, where another had appeared, longer, curved, darker skin. She took it deep immediately, cheeks hollowing, wet slurps echoing. Her free hand reached for Vanessa's, fingers lacing as they worked in tandem.
Vanessa bobbed rhythmically, spit dripping down her chin. She pulled back to stroke it, whispering, "This one's close already." She deep-throated again, nose to the wall, throat relaxing. The cock pulsated as hot spurts of cum flooded her mouth. She held it on her tongue, showing Stella the creamy load before swallowing with a moan.
Stella laughed softly. "My turn to top that." She attacked hers harder, gagging, drooling, until it erupted. Thick ropes hit her throat, she let some overflow, dripping onto her chest. Turning to Vanessa, she pulled her into a deep kiss, snowballing the cum between them. Tongues slid, sharing the mingled taste, the act filthy and intimate.
The holes refilled fast, word must have spread through the arcade. Next, a pierced one on the left, a girthy monster on the right. Stella claimed the pierced cock, the ring cool against her lips as she sucked. Vanessa handled the thick one, jaw stretching wide.
They traded techniques, Vanessa teasing with light licks and slow strokes, Stella messy and aggressive, hand pumping in sync. "Come on, give it up," Stella urged between slurps. The pierced one came first, explosive, splashing her face. Vanessa licked it clean from her sister's cheek, then kissed her again.
More followed. A veiny black cock that Stella worshipped, rimming the base before deep-throating. A pale, twitching one that Vanessa edged, denying until the man begged through the wall ("Please..."). They knelt back-to-back at one point, asses pressed together, moaning in unison as they serviced simultaneous donors.
Hands wandered, Stella slipping fingers under Vanessa's leggings, circling her clit. "You're dripping," she teased. Vanessa returned the favor, dipping inside Stella while sucking. Orgasms built from touch and taste alike.
The booth grew slick, floor spotted with missed drops, walls smeared. Vanessa's tank top clung wetly, nipples hard outlines. Stella's pants rode low. They lost count, five loads? Six?, competing playfully.
“Who can swallow more?" Vanessa challenged, voice hoarse.
Stella grinned, cum glistening on her lips. "Challenge accepted."
A duo arrived at once, two cocks thrusting through. The sisters knelt side by side, mouths open like a buffet. Cumshots synced, faces painted in messy streaks. Vanessa extended her tongue to catch, Stella did the same. They licked each other clean, tongues tracing cheeks, chins, necks, cleanup turning into heated makeouts.
Fatigue crept in, jaws aching, lips swollen, but the hunger persisted. "One more?" Vanessa panted.
"Two," Stella insisted.
The final ones were a massive challenge for Stella (she took it slow, eyes watering), a quick-shooter Vanessa drained effortlessly. When the holes stayed empty, they slumped together, breathing hard.
Vanessa rested her head on Stella's shoulder. "Covered... and still wanting more."
Stella wiped a streak from Vanessa's forehead. "We own this place now."
They cleaned up as best they could, wiping faces with paper towels from a dispenser, straightening clothes. Exiting the booth, the hallway felt brighter. A few men lingered, eyes averted but knowing. The clerk gave them a nod as they passed, no judgment.
Outside, cool night air hit their flushed skin. They linked arms, walking to the car in silence, buzzing.
"Next weekend?" Stella asked.
Vanessa smiled. "Definitely. Midnight Pleasures just became our spot."
The End