Candles of all sizes were strategically placed everywhere. Oriental carpeting held the finality of spent bodies dying for pleasure.
Hanging oil paintings of yesterday’s rulers looked down on the
orgy. Ferdinand the Great watched as two men were fucked by women wearing strap on dildos.
Elizabeth frowned down on a woman spreading a male’s booty cheeks and tasting the chocolate syrup from his pulsating hole.
She had Herpes.
Fruit was used inside the pussy of another eager whore who had lice in her hair. Lust rampaged from sweaty bodies like skis on slopes.
Human beings so lost within their desire to feed the flesh have rendered them speechless.
They dance together in unison, golden mask to golden mask to golden mask to golden mask.
Tongues tasted lips, ass and pussy. Dicks whipped orifices to brand new heights. No one wore protection.
The four room moderators, walking around looking like minions, used rawhides and whacked sweaty ass cheeks like they were slaves.
Candle wax was poured all over sweaty backs. Thesensual smell mixed with the power of the air conditioner set them ablaze.
A few married women never thought of their husbands. A few married men never thought of their wives.
Straight men released their inhibitions and did every homosexual thought that came to mind. After all, this orgy only took place once a year.
“Take off your clothes and your hat and put it in the cubby hole by the restroom.”
Candles were lit everywhere. I could faintly hear the morning worship from the other side of the wall, which only made me feel more adventurous.
This was a small, cool room. Very
intimate. The Transition Center.
Reluctantly, I took off my clothes. Eyeing him weirdly.
“Panties and bra too,” the man said
demandingly, clad in a black robe and gold mask on his face. Very crafty golden mask.
I like, I like!
I did what he said.
His gorgeous hazel eyes glittered
seductively, his full lips luscious and tempting. He had big hands and big fingers.
Oh, yea! I loved them big.
There was another set of double doors ten feet before me. He helped clothe you before you entered paradise.
I heard people being fucked from the other side, a cacophony of moaning and obscenities and dicks loosening pussy and ass.
To my complete surprise, I heard a whip cracking down on flesh. Crack. Crack. Crack. I had to open the double doors and look inside.
Walking past Your Royal Dickness, I opened the doors and my mouth fell open.
A pleasurable, strawberry smell over came my nose and cool, moist air hit me in the face.
The Garden of Pussy. The Lake of Titties. The Ocean of Dicks. Wow. I saw four tall, life-sized black men walking through the orgy like Gods with whips and Golden Masks on their faces.
They had huge afros. So 1970’s. Their dicksswung gregariously.
My pussy was so wet it feltlike someone turned a faucet on in my clit...
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Chick-LitI was 5 feet 4 inches with a Lil' Kim-type body without the plastic surgery. Men always said that I looked like Toni Braxton but sexier. I knew that already. Duh! I was too pretty for my own good. Melissa Jackson never live by the rules. She breaks...
