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The Den of Pleasure is the ultimate spot to have your mind—and your dick—blown. I walked into the brownstone, seemingly innocent from all outside appearances, ready to give in to the side of me that I keep suppressed. Hidden. Secret. Forbidden.
I put on my full face mask—a requirement of The Den—as soon as the front door closed behind me. Next I removed all of my clothes and slid them into one of the plastic bags sitting by fifty cubicles in the foyer.
I already felt excited just being here. My thick dick was stirring between my thighs.
“Welcome back, Adonis.”
That wasn’t my real name, but I turned around because it was the name by which they knew me. The woman standing before me was nude save for the Mardi Gras–style mask she wore. My eyes stroked her body familiarly.
The large pendulous breasts with the thickest nipples ever, which were deep chocolate in color. A tattoo of a blooming rose on the fat mound of her shaven pussy. Thick-ass thighs made to squeeze a man’s sides as he stroked his dick deep inside of her, enjoying her inner pink lips—the petals to her rose—suctioning that dick. The thought of that made me so hard that my balls ached between my thighs.
I’ve fucked her before, but she wasn’t on my menu tonight. And I was hungry for some ass, but for some new ass. Something I’ve never had before. Something to be surprised by. Would the pussy be slick and wet or tight with ridges? A quiet fuck or one of those screamers? A squirter while cumming? Yeah, I was here to tap some new ass. To hell with the same-o-same-o.
“What’s your pleasure?” she asked in a soft and sultry voice meant to make a shiver race across your body.
“The main room,” I answered.
“As you wish.”
She turned and my eyes dropped to watch that lopsided up-and-down action of her pear-shaped, dimple-free ass as I followed her down the hall. We passed a spiral wrought-iron staircase that led to the six private room upstairs.
Anything goes behind those closed doors.
Just last week I fucked Raque
l until she damn near passed out while her husband, Mac, sat in a chair and masturbated. Making her yell out my dick was better than his while I beat those walls like she stole something made me cum like crazy. Oh, Raquel and Mac were some real freaks. And the pussy was wasn’t half bad either.
I wasn’t ready for that tonight…not yet anyway.
We came to massive wooden double doors and she bent down a bit to open them both before stepping out of my way. I could almost hear the harps like I was being admitted to heaven.
Thirty people naked as the day they were born with varying full-face masks to shield their identity were in various stages of sex play. The only furniture in the room were satin-covered beds and chaise lounges—fucking furniture. Some lounged and talked in low tones. Others massaged each other. And more still were fucking—footloose and fancy-free. Fast and furious. Slow and sensual.
I felt excited just being around people who were just as free and uninhibited with sex as me. Freaks like me. I took it all in with eager eyes, reaching down to massage down the length of my dick.
In the corner three women I didn’t recognize were eating each other out like they were starving, uncaring of the onlookers. Pussy lips in varying shades of mocha with clitorises that all were plump and pink.
Reemy and Martin—a married couple from middle suburbia—were taking turns spanking a very willing woman. Whap. She wiggled her ass for more. Whap. More. There were lots of married couple here. Some just watched, others participated.
I couldn’t even imagine asking my wife Marisol to come here with me. She knew nothing about this part of my life. She would judge. She would be hurt. She would leave me.
So once a week I fucked her missionary style, busted a nut, and rolled over wishing and wanting for more. Our sex was routine. Mundane. We didn’t even leave the lights on when we had sex. I never ate my wife’s pussy. She was a good girl, true enough, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. This place…this was my more. Three times a week I became Adonis.
I decided to enjoy the show the triplets mere putting on. It was a pussy-fest. I could cum just from watching them as they lay in a triangle formation eating one another like they were famished. Their moans mingled and the scent of their pussy juices clung to the air. The sistah with the skin as dark as semisweet chocolate—I called her Mocha—shifted to lie between the fair-skinned sister’s open legs. In my head that one was Freckles—aptly named from the many dots on her fair body. Mocha moaned deep in her throat as she split Freckles’ pussy open with her fingers, exposing the throbbing pink bud. With her snakelike tongue she circled that bud and then flicked it, causing Freckles to squirm as she in turn smacked away at Spanish Fly, the voluptuous olive-skinned Latin woman. Spanish Fly squatted her size-ten ass over Freckles’ face with ease. And even though the other women on the bed were sexy and beautiful, they couldn’t do shit with Spanish Fly. Everything about her exuded sex appeal. The squirm of her body. The quiver of her full buttocks. The way she flung her head back. The smoky lure of her eyes through the mask. Each and every curve on her glorious body. A simple moan in the back of her throat had the power to make me beg her for her pussy. My eyes stayed on her.
I didn’t care about the kissing couple standing next to me or the men who also watched. Or the woman who leaned and finger-fucked herself with a vengeance. Fuck them. Fuck everybody. I found what I was looking for tonight. I spit on my hand and then jacked my dick, my fingers squeezing the throbbing tip as I felt that familiar excitement course through my body like a drug.
Spanish Fly turned and faced me, lowering her pussy back to Freckles, who waited with her tongue extended. Spanish Fly got on her knees, flinging her head of ebony hair over her shoulders as she began to circle her thick hips on Freckles’ face and squeeze her own nipples like she was trying to twist them off.
Spanish Fly turned me the fuck on. She reminded me of Marisol. She was the freak I was too afraid to ask Marisol to be. I had to fuck her. I wanted to pull Freckles out the damn way and bury my tongue deep in her pussy, stroking that fat-ass clit until I made her scream in English and Spanish. I wanted to make her cum on my tongue and then bury every bit of my 10x3 dick—that’s ten inches long and three inches wide—in her pussy.
She opened her eyes and looked me up and down, smiling slow and big as she watched me jack my dick so hard that my lips formed an “O” and a fine sheet of sweat covered my muscled frame.
My stomach was hot and my thighs locked as I circled my dick with my trembling fingers and stroked every inch until my wrist felt weak, but I kept going. I switched hands. She lifted her breasts until she could tease her nipples with her tongue. A long, agile tongue that I wanted to circle my dick like it was an ice cream pop on a steaming summer day.
“I wanna fuck you,” I mouthed to her, meaning it.
She rose from the bed and Freckles moaned in disappointment, but that didn’t stop her from walking away from her freaky ménage.
