All the members along the perimeter were still wearing masks, but most had their robes opened in front. I remember touching my own gown, feeling for the slit. It opened all the way down the front. Little spots of Velcro acted as catches to keep it closed. The people in the center of the room under the lights were, for the most part, completely naked and weren’t wearing any masks. Just a few of the women had on some sort of lingerie or costume. I stared out at the orgy in front of us in utter amazement.
Several years ago, there was a movie about a young professional man who somehow got into a rich man’s club like this. There was a sex orgy similar to this going on. I don’t remember the title or how it played out, but this was just that.
“My god” was all I could think. I’m here to tell you that things like that do actually go on. These rich people have lusts and desires that they can’t show in public, but they are wealthy and powerful enough to engage in this stuff privately. They have no limit on their whims. No one tells them, “No.” They do as they wish and can afford anything they desire. I was thinking this all to myself. For sure, this was the ultimate man cave.
The testosterone level in the assembled group was palpable. This was likely a group of men who, combined, had world-changing influence and power. They were most probably wealthy politicians, judges, and businessmen who, by day, would direct some of the top positions in both public and private society. Judging from the members’ rampant desires, apparently many of them would, on occasion, participate in events like this.
No sooner than we were seated, a staff member came up to take our drink order. I remember requesting some sort of wine. Simon had his usual brandy.
I was mostly focused on the brightly lit stage area in front of us. All manner of sex was going on. Fabric-covered platforms of all different sizes and shapes were positioned in the center of the room. Combinations of people were on them, fucking away.
A couple women were on their knees, servicing one or more partners. There were whites, blacks, Asians, and even gays going at it with each other. One dark-skinned girl near us was riding a guy and trading blow-jobs with two other men standing on either side of her.
My own level of arousal was rising, and judging from what I could make out in the shadows along the room’s edge, just about anything goes here.
I looked at Simon, leaned in close, and whispered just how “hot” I thought this all was. As we kissed passionately, my hand wandered down to his crotch to locate his cock. He was already hard as steel. I found the slit in his robe and started stroking him slowly. We both watched the performances going on in front of us.
In just a little while, the staff member who had taken our drink order returned, carrying our glasses. He quietly placed the beverages on the table beside us. He left behind a small, dark, tightly folded towel. I assumed he thought we might need it eventually.
I was still somewhat self-conscious about all this and tried to keep Simon’s cock hidden. But soon, I realized that no one else really cared. With all the activity going on around us, no one even paid any attention to us at all.
I figured this show might go on for hours, so I didn’t want Simon to cum right away. I just rested my hand inside his robe, and we just observed the scene.
“Are they members also?” I whispered and nodded towards the center of the room.
“No, no,” was Simon’s reply, “they are all paid entertainers.”
I was fascinated by the studs sporting cocks of all sizes. I didn’t know just how long these people had been at it already, but the guys had to have “mega-dosed” on Viagra or something to stay erect for so long. The females would every so often change positions or partners. They would link up with whoever happened to be available at the time. There seemed to be no one directing things. The performers just seemed to move from partner to partner at will.
All manner of combinations were featured. Blacks were fucking white women. There was a group of white men gang-fucking a skinny black girl. The women and men also varied, from the most beautiful girls and solidly well-equipped men to what looked like street whores strung out on drugs.
Speaking of drugs, I saw none being openly used, although I would bet some of the participants had to have been on something to continue to fuck for hours like they did. I took a sip from my glass. The liquor was top-shelf, and more was available just for the asking to the members and guests as they desired. I’m not sure how these orgies were arranged. I was never allowed to know. But each was always a thrilling evening of the unexpected. I always wondered if the performers were paid based on their looks or their performances. Obviously, the money was something no one ever wanted to turn down.
The members and their guests remained robed and disguised at all times. The only parts of their bodies visible were when some girl, or in some cases, a guy, would lift their robes to indulge in sex. I never did know where this place was, and I guessed that no one but the members had any idea either.
The black girl with the three men just in front of us had gotten up and found another cock waiting to be mounted. She walked a few feet over to a platform where a guy was sitting with his cock jutting upwards. She just turned around and sat back down on top of him. I was a little surprised because I was pretty sure she had just taken him anally. It wasn’t long before another male approached the pair. She laid back facing upwards, spread her legs, and welcomed a second penetration. The new guy just lunged at her and began hammering away. She eventually began wiggling and moaning as if in a lust-induced trance.
It wasn’t much longer, and a third guy showed up, and it seemed he wanted to shove his cock in her mouth. Her wailing and moaning seemed real enough. I think that he might have been afraid that she might bite him. Her violent shuddering continued. I was very convinced that her orgasms were completely real.
The big guy standing over her had begun stroking his own cock, and he eventually sent a load of cum down across her face. I doubt she was even aware of him before this. As soon as the girl felt the load land across her, she began scraping it up with her fingers. She held up her hand, inspected it, and then licked it clean right down to her finger tips.
I was sort of curious now as to what would happen to that guy, now that he was spent. I kept an eye on him as he eventually left the lit area and headed across the room. He walked to the opposite side of the room. There was a gray-robed staff member standing next to a slit in the black curtain. He parted it, and the guy disappeared behind it. Not a minute passed when another nude male entertainer came through it and entered the room. Other staff people and members were also coming and going through that same curtained opening.
“Where does that lead?” I asked Simon, pointing to the spot.
“The private rooms and the stables,” was his reply.
I stopped short when I realized what he had just said.
“The stables, are you shitting me?”
“Does that mean what I think it does?” I asked.
“Dear, there is something here for all manner of tastes,” was his reply.
“You mean there’s more?” I stammered.
“Would you like the entire tour?” Simon asked.
Really, I thought. You have to ask something like that. Damn straight, I wanted to see it all.
“I think I need another drink first,” I said.
Soon both of our glasses were full again, and Simon got up. We began one last walk around the room. The entertainers were converging on a small, white girl with rather large breasts. One after another, a guy would deposit a load of cum on her tits. She was able to draw her breasts up and lick each one completely clean. I had to watch this for a moment. In a very short time, I watched as three other men fed her their cumloads. Her tongue worked feverishly to capture every drop.
Simon eventually tugged at my arm. We completed the loop around the stage and headed towards the curtain. The ever-attentive staff guy parted it for us, and I walked through first. Ahead was a long hallway, with rooms off to each side. Most had their doors wide open. Inside one, I could see a beautiful, naked girl with several robed members lined up in front of her. She was presently occupied with a cock buried in her mouth, and the others there were waiting their turns.
I wasn’t sure about the protocol, so I didn’t enter, and we continued on. A room to our right had a pair of gay men performing a private show for several robed members seated in leather chairs. We passed several more private rooms where I could hear voices of people; I assumed they all were engaged in private sexual activities. The entire floor of the mansion seemed to be one continuous orgy of sex and depravity.
“The stables?” I questioned Simon as we proceeded.
“Straight ahead,” he said, motioning.
We eventually came to a set of steps and descended into a smaller room. Another staff guy was stationed at the opening on the other side. It looked to be a door to the outside. He held the door for us, and we walked through into another canopied structure. The temperature change was dramatic. We were indeed outside the main house. I became keenly aware of the smell of manure. Grandpa’s farm was a part of our early summertime ritual, so I recognized the odor immediately.
I wasn’t exactly sure what to expect. Of course, everyone has heard rumors of the Tijuana donkey shows, but I never knew anyone who had first-hand experience actually seeing one.
A red carpet had been laid out, covering a dirt pathway that led us into a door staffed by a robed man. He only nodded as a polite acknowledgement and held the door for us. Inside, a long center aisle ran the length of the building. The overhead lights had been turned off, and the only visible light was from two rooms up ahead.
A crowd was gathered in front of each. They were all standing with their backs against the doors of the stalls opposite the lit room. The smell and sound of horses were certainly present. An occasional whinny or slam of hooves against a stall door indicated the presence of at least several horses. The animals were probably disturbed by all the people moving around in the darkened stable.
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