The Gloria Hole
Copyright© 2025 by H. Malcom Walker
Chapter 8
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 8 - In the heart of Nashville, a young college student finds herself ensnared in a dangerous game of blackmail and control. When explicit photos of her are revealed, she is thrust into a nightmare scenario. The mysterious voice threatens to expose her if she doesn't submit to their increasingly perverse demands. Thus begins Gloria’s twisted descent into sexual depravity. Will she manage to free herself or will her journey into the heart of perversion in Music City lead to her to hit rock bottom?
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Fa Blackmail Coercion NonConsensual Reluctant Lesbian Heterosexual School Incest Mother Father Daughter BDSM FemaleDom Humiliation Light Bond Spanking Gang Bang Orgy Black Male White Female Analingus Cream Pie Lactation Masturbation Oral Sex Sex Toys Prostitution
“Baby girl! Welcome home.” Mom’s voice dripped saccharine as her satin robe gaped open, revealing the black lace negligee beneath. She was wearing a sexy nightie that barely covered the thong panties she had on. I made a whiny moaning noise, muffled by the panties stuffed in my mouth. Mom gave me a smirk and she reached out to take my chin in her hand, pushing my jaw down so she could see the urine-soaked fabric still wedged behind my teeth.
“Oh, look at you,” she cooed, plucking the damp lace free with a wet pop. I gagged, the taste of salt and shame flooding my mouth as she held the fabric to the light. “You’re a disgusting peepee panty slut, aren’t you? Let’s get you cleaned up.”
As I blushed in shame at her hurtful words, she yanked me inside, her nails biting into my wrist. The door shut with a final click, sealing me in the foyer’s warmth. A camera overhead made a slight whirring noise as it moved to follow me, its lens tracking my every flinch as Mom undressed me with surgical precision. Buttons popped open and the blouse slithered to the floor. The skirt followed, her fingers lingering on the curve of my hip. “Still so shy,” she tutted, snapping the garter straps against my thighs. “We’ll fix that.”
“Turn around,” she ordered, spinning me to face the hallway mirror. Her reflection loomed behind me; hands possessive on my hips. “See what you are?” she whispered, her lips grazing my ear. I stared at the stranger in the glass—naked, trembling, eyes wide like a spooked animal. Mom’s fingers slid between my labia, swiping through the slickness there. It felt so damn good and my knees nearly buckled.
“Filthy,” she hissed, holding her glistening fingertips to the light. “But don’t worry. Mommy’s here to make it better.” Then she licked her fingers clean as we both watched our reflections in the mirror.
She left the heels, garters, and stockings on as she took me by the hand to lead me over to the couch in the living room. I sat back on it and breathed out a sigh of relief at how comfortable it felt. I was mentally and physically drained and right at that moment only wanted to sleep for a week.
Mom knelt in front of me, and undid the straps on my heels as she slowly peeled them off my aching feet. We could both smell the scent of stale pee wafting up from my stockings from where I had splashed them in fright a few hours ago.
Pushing on my thighs, my mom moved my legs way back until my feet were over my head so she could unsnap the garters. Then she pushed them even a little further back so she could lean in to take a deep breath through her nose, which was now only inches away from my pussy. “You smell like piss and pussy juice, Gloria. Such a nasty little slut. I bet that tight little quim is just begging for some attention, isn’t it?”
I shuddered and let out a whimper as my mom kept my legs pushed back and took another deep whiff. My pussy itched and twitched like crazy, and even though I’d never had sex, I knew that I was enormously turned on right at the moment and wished I could stroke myself for some much-needed relief.
She lowered my legs and started peeling my thigh high stockings off. As she pulled them off, her breath warmed my blistered feet. “Poor thing,” she murmured, pressing a kiss to my arch. “You walked all that way for me, didn’t you?” Her tongue darted out, licking the raw skin. I shuddered, torn between revulsion and the traitorous heat pooling low in my belly.
Before I could react, she reached up and grabbed my head, pulling it down towards her. Then she crushed her mouth to mine. The kiss was brutal, her tongue claiming every corner, her teeth nipping my lip until I whimpered. When she pulled back, her chest heaved, the negligee slipping to reveal one peaked nipple. “Now,” she panted, “let’s replace that nasty little gag.”
She stood and took a step back, her hands gliding down her own body. With deliberate slowness, she hooked her thumbs into the waistband of her lace panties—black, like mine had been—and peeled them down her thighs and off her feet. The scent of her arousal hit me first, musky and thick, before she held the damp fabric up like a trophy. “Open,” she ordered, her voice steel beneath the silk.
I hesitated. Her slap cracked across my cheek, sharp and sudden. “Open.”
Trembling, I parted my lips. The panties were still warm, soaked through, the lace scratchy against my tongue. Mom shoved them deeper, her fingers pressing down until I gagged. “Suck,” she commanded. “Savor what a real woman tastes like.”
The flavor exploded—salt, musk, a tang of copper like licking a battery. Tears blurred my vision as I choked, but Mom held firm, her other hand fisted in my hair. “Good girl,” she purred, watching my throat convulse. “Now you’ll know exactly what Mommy tastes like—every sour, sweet inch of me. And trust me, baby girl, you’ll get real familiar with that flavor.” Her thumb dug into the hinge of my jaw, forcing me to suck harder. “Soon, you’ll beg to drown in it.”
I really felt it then—the traitorous heat between my legs, the slickness that mirrored hers. Her laugh was low, victorious. “Oh, you like this,” she crooned, grinding her hip against mine. “My little slut. Branded into your tongue. Mine.”
“On your stomach,” she ordered, pushing me down. The leather chilled my feverish skin as she straddled my thighs, facing backwards with her bare cunt pressing against my ass.
Her hands began at my feet, kneading the blisters with sadistic precision. “Poor thing,” she cooed, her thumbs digging into the arch. “You’ll need these feet for tomorrow’s ... errands.” Her touch crept higher, massaging my calves, her nails leaving faint red trails. When she reached my thighs, she paused, her palms warm on the back of my knee. “So soft,” she murmured, her fingers gripping and squeezing my tired muscles. “So ... mine.”
Mom’s hands crept higher, her nails scoring the backs of my thighs as she shifted her weight. The leather squeaked beneath us as she settled atop the backs of my knees, her bare cunt pressing into my ass. “Look at you,” she breathed, her fingers spreading me wide. The cool air kissed my exposed hole, a humiliating contrast to the heat flooding my face. “So tight,” she crooned, her thumb circling the rim, slick with something oily and cold. “But don’t worry, baby girl. Mommy’s gonna make you fit for your purpose.”
Her finger breached me slowly, the burn of intrusion sharp as a razor. I tensed, but her other hand slid beneath me, finding my clit with practiced cruelty. “Relax,” she hissed, twisting her finger deeper. “You think your little schoolgirl fumbles prepared you for this? For me?” Her thumb ground against my clit, the pressure brutal, electric. “You’ve been aching for this, haven’t you? Coming in to sneaking glances at me in the shower. Rubbing your filthy cunt to the sound of my voice.”
I shook, tears soaking the couch cushion. Her words carved through me, exposing every shameful truth I’d buried. “Yes,” I whimpered, the admission torn from me.
“Louder.” Her finger crooked inside me, hitting a spot that lit my nerves like live wires. “Tell the cameras what you are.”
“A—a slut,” I gasped as I spit the panties out of my mouth, my hips bucking against her hand. “Your slut—”
“Mine,” she snarled, her breath hot on my neck. Her teeth sank into my shoulder as she scissored a second finger into me. The stretch burned, blissful, her knuckles grinding against my walls. “Come for me, Gloria. Let them see how badly you needed this.”
My orgasm, the first I ever had with my mom, detonated—a white-hot detonation that seared through my pelvis, my thighs, my soul. I screamed, thrashing, but Mom’s weight pinned me, her fingers fucking me through the convulsions. “Oh fuck, Mommy! Don’t stop! Please don’t stop!”
“That’s it,” she moaned, her own hips grinding mindlessly against my thighs. “Squirm. Beg. Show them what a whore you are.”
It didn’t stop. Wave after wave, each more violent than the last, until my voice broke and my throat was raw. Mom rode it out, her laughter a dark hymn. “Smile, baby girl,” she panted as she looked up at one of the webcams. “This is going viral.”
When it finally ended, I lay limp, sweat and spit gluing me to the leather. Mom rolled me onto my back, her negligee soaked through, her pupils blown black with power. “Sweet girl,” she sighed, licking the tears from my cheeks. “Now the whole world will know your place.” Her thumb pressed against my swollen clit, and I jerked, oversensitive and raw. “But don’t worry. Mommy’s just getting started.”
The cameras whirred, etching my shame in 4K.
Mom left the room but returned minutes later, a glass of wine in hand, her robe cinched loosely. She perched on the edge of the couch, her fingers trailing up my shin. “The voice and I had a long talk this afternoon,” she said casually, as if discussing the weather. “We think it’s time you quit that junior college.”
I froze. “What? But my classes—my degree—”
“Oh, please.” She rolled her eyes, sipping her wine. “What’s a degree going to get you? Student debt? A desk job some pervert boss’ll corner you in?” Her hand slid higher, squeezing my thigh. “You’re worth more than that, baby girl. The voice crunched the numbers. With your body? That tight little pussy?” She leaned in, her breath hot. “We could clear ten grand a month. Maybe more.”
My stomach churned. “Mom, I don’t—”
“Quiet.” Her nails dug into my flesh. “Those men today? The ones you sucked off in that bathroom? They had feedback.” She smirked, swirling her wine. “Said you need to use more tongue. Suck harder. Lucky for you, I’m here to train you.”
She set the glass down and straddled me, her knees pinning my arms. “You don’t want me stuck in that warehouse forever, do you?” Her voice cracked, a practiced tremor. “Lifting boxes for pennies while men grope me in the break room?” Her thumb brushed my cheek, smearing tears. “You could save me, Gloria. We could be free.”
Her hand slipped between her legs, and I heard the slick sound of her fingers working. “The voice already has plans for you. They want to break you in at a different glory hole.” She moaned, her hips grinding against mine. “Think of it, baby—no more exams, no more rules. Just you, your pretty holes, and a mountain of cash.”
I turned my face away, but she grabbed my chin, forcing me to meet her gaze. “You’re mine,” she hissed. “And starting tomorrow, you’ll prove it to the world ... and me.”
As her lips crashed into mine, bitter with wine and triumph, the cameras watched. I’m sure somewhere, in the shadows, the voice laughed. The kiss went on for a while, as she sucked my tongue into her mouth and swirled hers around it. I was so uncomfortable, but also so turned on at the same time.
Finally, Mom’s fingers tightened in my hair, yanking my head back. “Time for your first lesson,” she said. “The men said you’re too timid. Let’s fix that.” Mom’s index finger pressed against my lips, glossy with her own arousal. “Start small, baby girl,” she purred, her other hand hiking up her negligee to expose her shaved pussy. She stuck her fingers inside her slit and made sure they were soaked with her cream before she pulled them out and stuck them in my mouth. “Suck it like it’s the only thing you’re good for.”
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