First some backstory and context. My good friend lived with me for years before he married and had a daughter, Kimmy (what everyone called her). We met up on a regular basis for lunch and parties at his house for certain occasions and talked all the time. I was around Kimmy for the first five plus years of her life, but not real often. Then I moved to another state, but me and her dad talked often and visited when we could. Fast forward about thirteen years later and we were going to meet in Las Vegas, and he was bringing Kimmy and her boyfriend. Sounded good to me, getting reacquainted with my friend’s daughter and meeting her longtime boyfriend.

We met up as planned and I was pleasantly surprised to see what a beautiful young lady she had become. Yes, rather hot, but since she was my friend’s daughter, I didn’t flirt at all, and we all had a great time. I found her on Instagram, and we talked a few times over the years and our conversations were always chill and no funny business on either of our sides. I thought she was a “together” girl who had her career all picked out and was going to college for it. But I must say that when she came out in some tight spandex pants and shirt that bared both of her shoulders that evening, we all were going downtown, I was blown away by how good she looked! It was Halloween night and her and her boyfriend were dressed up like Danny and Sandy from the original Grease movie.

About a year later, she and her boyfriend split, and I had mentioned my place was in the country and I had ATV’s and other stuff to do. I went on about how I loved living out in the country and it was so peaceful and laid back. I even mentioned my neighbor had horses. Well, a little while later she told me she was going to Vegas to meet some friends on her semester break and since I lived on the way she would stop by and see me. I was taken aback by this development, but quickly recovered and told her it would be cool to have her here. She told me the dates she would be in my area, and we made a loose plan as she was not on a time schedule.

I had a cleaning service come out and clean my house really good as I’m divorced and a little lax in the cleaning department. The house looked great, and I had the guestroom all ready. My mind was not in the gutter, and I was not thinking anything sexual at all about her being here, at least that I would ever admit. She arrived and unpacked, and I showed her around. When we entered the big metal garage, I realized I forgot one important thing, the gloryhole booth that was set up against the door of the shop area of the garage.

I should probably explain that I worked part-time at a very popular adult novelty shop with plenty of video booths and lots of action in them because they all had gloryholes cut into them. There were even a few girls who would show up on occasion and get in on the action. I befriended one of them in particular who also happened to post pictures of herself servicing guys through the holes on Reddit. I had a group of six guys who, like me were all in their 40’s and divorced. We were all still horny guys but weren't real keen on the idea of steady girlfriends either.

So, I proposed an idea, we should form a “club” and I would make a gloryhole booth in my shop and we would try to get women to come out and work it for us when they felt like it. I talked to the girl I had gotten to know, and she actually liked the idea and was pretty sure she knew some other girls who might be interested. Believe it or not, a lot of women like to give blowjobs and don’t always have as much opportunity as they would like. Plus, the idea of anonymous blowjobs where they didn’t have to see the guys and the guys didn’t see them was very appealing to them. We had been averaging one gloryhole party a month with the same six guys as we didn’t want anyone else involved. First rule of gloryhole club is don’t talk about gloryhole club. Hahaha.

Things were going good until Kimmy came and it happened to be on a day, we had planned to do our thing. I wasn’t sure what I was going to tell her. Turns out I didn’t have to tell her anything as I got a call that day that the girl wasn’t feeling well and needed to reschedule. I was bummed and sitting on my porch drinking beer as Kimmy was coming back from a horse ride at the neighbor’s. She walked up and announced that she was staying another day so she could ride the horse some more. She must have noticed my mood and asked what was wrong, I didn’t realize that I must have looked more bummed out than I thought and wasn’t sure what to say.

The next thing I know, I was telling her what was wrong! Alcohol can be a wonderful thing, but it can also make you do really stupid things. I began by evading and trying to change the subject, but she was having none of it and seemed genuinely interested in what was going on. “Well,” I said tentatively. You know that wooden box thing in the garage? That’s what's known as a gloryhole booth. Have you ever heard the term before?” She said she might have but wasn’t sure. “Well, the booth has a hole in it and a girl is on one side of the wall and the guy comes in the booth and, well, sticks his, well you know, (I couldn’t bring myself to say cock or any other penis synonym) through the hole and the girl takes care of him.” I was looking at the ground the whole time and couldn’t see her immediate reaction, but heard the front door close, so I expected the worst.

I went into the house, and she was in her room, I imagined she was packing, and I wouldn’t blame her. Stupid me and my big mouth! I just sat down and turned on the TV and waited. After some time had passed, she came out of the room and sat down on the couch, and to my surprise, she started asking questions about how the booth worked. I explained that it was a group of my four friends who were horny but with no outlet for it. I told her about working at the Store and the people I had met. I told her about the original girl who had gotten some of her friends to come out and do the gloryhole for us also. I just tried to make it sound as chill as possible (which it really was). I also pointed out that the girls had a private entrance to the room if they wanted to really be anonymous and not hang out after.

She looked like she was doing some serious thinking and I shut up and waited for her to say something, anything. “It sounds actually kind of interesting,” she said in a soft voice. I almost fell out of my chair! “So, explain everything in detail to me.” I took the next fifteen minutes telling her how it worked. The girl would come in through the other shop door and would turn on the red light to signal she was ready. Then the guy would come into his side and put his dick through the hole in the wall which also had a small curtain on the other side of the wall that the girl pulled to the side to begin sucking. She asked if they came in right after the other was done or what. I told her that no one would come in until the girl turned the red light back on so if she needed a break, she could take one.

“How many friends are in this club?” she asked. I told her there were six of us, but quickly added that not all of them make it every time. “OK, I’ll do it,” she said in an almost whisper. I was completely speechless and could barely ask if she was sure. She said that she was except that her dad must NEVER find out about this. I agreed and reminded her that I had as much to lose as she did if he ever found out. I explained some more details and she told me she understood, and she would be ready. She said that right now she didn’t want to hang out after, but might change her mind, she would have to see how things went. She asked how she should dress, and I told her nobody would be seeing her unless she wanted them to, so it didn’t matter. She said that she didn’t mind if they at least got a look at her as she walked to the door as she didn’t know any of them and they didn’t know her either so it wouldn’t matter. I told her that the party would be at seven o’clock and she could get started whenever she wanted to after that, no rush. She practically jumped off the couch saying something about needing to pick out an outfit.

My six friends were all there in the garage having some beer as I told them a little about the guest of honor. They couldn’t believe that I had been able to talk my friend’s daughter into doing it. I explained that it was her idea, and they were almost as shocked as I was when she told me. As we were talking, I noticed Kimmy coming out of the house and heading to the shop door. She was wearing a black velvet-looking wrap-around dress that tied on the side and was short, but not slutty looking. She looked like she was dressed up to go out partying with her girlfriends. I couldn’t help but wonder what, if anything, she was wearing underneath it! The guys all went to the window and were very excited when they saw how gorgeous she was, and I must admit, I was pretty excited too.

We eagerly waited for that red light to come on so the first guy could get in the booth. No, we drew straws and I got to go second, NOT first like I had hoped. Soon the light came on and the first guy went in. After ten minutes or so, he came out with a huge smile on his face signifying he was very happy with her performance. From the big grin on his face, I could tell he was pleased. Soon the light came on and it was my turn. I went into the dark booth pulled down my pants to get my cock out.

I had been thinking about how it would feel to have her lips on my dick all day and I must say it was even better than I imagined! Her mouth was warm and wet as she slid them up and down my shaft and I practically trembled with excitement. She was using a slow to medium pace, not rushing, and I could feel slobber running down to my balls. I tried really hard to not cum too soon but didn’t even last ten minutes. I came very hard, and I heard her gagging a bit as she swallowed my sperm in several gulps. Ahhh, I was thinking, that was great! I put my now limp and drained cock away and headed out to the big room and the rest of the guys.

After she had taken care of all of us, we heard the door close in the other room and could see her walking back to the house. We were all kind of hoping she would come out and socialize for a while, but she must not have wanted to.

After my friends left, I went into the house all prepared to compliment her and tell her how much we all enjoyed it. She just shushed me as soon as I started to talk and asked if we could just not discuss it. I said cool and sat there watching TV and making small talk till she went to bed. She might have been embarrassed or something, I don’t know, but I hoped not.

The next morning, we didn’t say anything about the night before and she was in a good mood and even said she was going to extend her stay another day. She said something about never getting a chance to ride horses at home and she wanted one more day of it. I told her I was going into work this afternoon to cover for someone and told her to have fun and I’d only be a few hours and I’d take her out for some supper afterwards. She seemed cool with that and after lunch, I went into to the store to work.

About an hour into my shift, Kimmy came through the door, and I was a little surprised. She just said something about wanting to see where I worked and look around for a while. It was kind of busy, so I just told her to enjoy herself and got back to what I was doing. A little while later I saw her going to the back room where the arcade and all the booths were and went to the front of the store to watch the monitor. Yes, we have cameras back there, just not in the booths.

I watched as she milled around the area, getting awkward looks and outright stares from the all-male patrons. Then I couldn’t believe what I saw next. She actually got into one of the booths on the end of a row! I saw a guy immediately go into the booth next to her as I cursed the owners for not having cameras in the booths! I was ready to go back there and help her if she was in trouble, but just over five minutes later the man came out smiling and zipping up his pants! WOW! I thought. She actually blew that guy.

As soon as the guy left another took his place in the booth and for about forty-five minutes, I watched five guys go in and out of the booth next to hers. All of them looked quite happy when they came out also. After the last one left, she opened the door to her booth and another guy walked up and said something to her. She just smiled and got back in the booth. She serviced two more guys before she exited the booth and walked back up front where I was. I played it off and told her I thought she left. To which she replied that she was just looking around and lost track of time. Uh-Huh, I thought to myself, I think I’ve created a monster.

Kimmy left the next day, saying something about how she hoped she could come back again, and I told her anytime she wanted, just let me know. She also gave me a hug and a peck on the cheek while whispering in my ear that I was the second guy last night, wasn’t I? And with that, she drove away to meet up with her friends. I really have a strong feeling I haven’t seen the last of her. At least I hoped not.