By now, the guy’s cock was enormous. I was a little unsure as to the ground rules here, but I just had to ask. I whispered to Simon, “Would it be possible for me to touch the guy’s cock?”
“My dear,” he said, “they are here for your complete pleasure.”
I warned the young man, and he stopped stroking long enough for me to grasp the shaft and give it a gentle squeeze. Its thickness and heft was simply amazing. I finished by sliding my fingers up to the glans. My fingers gingerly ringed the knob. I ran my thumb up just under the pee-hole. I wasn’t sure if it was spit or pre-cum, but the thrill of touching someone so completely under your control was awesome.
Simon and I took turns placing the couple in a series of positions. I was becoming so hot that I needed to release my breasts. I couldn’t help but tweak and pull at my nipples. As soon as I saw Simon getting undressed, I felt the need to do the same.
As I lay down on the edge of the rug, I couldn’t keep my hands off of my clit and began gently rubbing myself. Simon asked that the guy lie on his back and the girl mount him. They both fumbled a bit, but eventually the girl got astride the guy and guided his cock up inside her. She started a slow, methodical rocking motion. I wondered if they had already been a couple or at least done this together before, as the girl seemed completely prepared to accommodate his immense size.
Simon came over to me. Of course, his cock was jutting out looking for a warm spot too. We quietly coupled in a spoon fashion and just lay on our sides, watching the pair just a few steps away from us.
What a turn-on! I was randy as hell and Simon pumped at me eagerly. I whispered to Simon that I wanted the girl to manually bring the guy off. Simon stopped pumping at me and asked if the guy would be ready to cum soon.
The young man nodded and said he’d cum if that’s what we wanted. Simon asked the girl to lift off, have him stand, and use her hands to finish him off. Simon and I scooted around to get a view as the girl settled in and began to slowly stroke at the engorged cock. Simon got back just behind me again and pushed himself inside of me.
The girl was very skilled at what she was doing. Again, I wasn’t quite sure how well these two knew each other, but the girl certainly seemed to know just how to maximize his pleasure. Within just a couple minutes, the guy groaned, and a rope of jizm leapt out of the end of his dick. The girl continued jacking at it furiously; several more spurts of goo followed. The guy was moaning and twisting in beautiful agony. Some of the first few spurts had splattered the girl right in the face and on her shoulders. She seemed unfazed by this and continued her motions. Her one free hand was now cupping his balls and gently massaging them. She seemed to be trying to milk out every last bit of what he had left in him. The white slime now coated the girl’s hand and dripped downward towards her thighs. About then, a gut-wrenching orgasm coursed through my body. Simon came shortly after I did. We flopped around like a teen-aged couple possessed.
Simon had outdone himself again, and I wasted no time telling him so. I kissed and licked about on him so much so, that I was able to bring myself off one last time. Simon seemed to enjoy seeing me in such a raunchy state. I couldn’t believe the way I was able to expose my rawest emotions around him.
Later that week, Simon called just to see how I was doing. I told him I was still so totally turned on that I found it difficult to go about my daily activities. His reserved laugh reminded me that he was probably at the office. I was so flattered that he was thinking of me.
During our next encounter, Simon repeated the scenario, but this time he raised the stakes by having two powerfully built black men engage a petite Asian girl. This was erotic as hell, too. The dove-white skin of the girl contrasted so beautifully against the dark cocks. She took them on both individually and at the same time. Her flexibility and stamina was like that of a world-class gymnast. She took all the cock they could throw at her. At one point, she actually hung impaled from each end and was able to twist her body around. She simulated an animal being spit-roasted on an open fire. Then, when asked, she rode them hard and ended by jacking both cocks together. She was rewarded with such a cum spray that it splattered almost every inch of her upper body. She even finished without being asked by licking their cocks completely clean.
Think about the power that unlimited wealth gives you. There is nothing one can think of that can’t be had. Men like Simon have no restraint on their urges.
Simon was away for a couple weeks on international business in Asia. I waited for a possible call. Days passed, and I was becoming horny and withdrawn. Ryan’s feeble attempt at lovemaking was almost a joke. I kept up appearances and tried to refocus on my career. My mind constantly drifted back to the wild exploits Simon and I had enjoyed together. When I finally heard from Simon, he said he was still on the west coast and would be delayed several more days. He promised the wait would be worth it, and I never doubted his word.
Days later, he called and asked if I was free that Friday. I told him it wouldn’t be a problem to slip into Manhattan for the night. I even had an actual meeting with some potential buyers in the afternoon. He sort of hinted again that this might be another step up in our level of debauchery. I knew one thing about Simon: he had never disappointed me yet. Our conversation ended when he indicated that this might even be beyond my wildest expectations.
I was randy as hell by Friday. My imagination was running wild trying to figure out just how he could top any of our previous encounters. That afternoon, I was scheduled to meet with some potential clients. I was still clinging to the hope of getting my own clothing line into the hands of the right people. Simon and I had planned to meet at a cozy restaurant. When I arrived, he had already ordered the wine. We shared a private little corner spot and had the most delightful dinner.
Simon made a call just as we were leaving the restaurant. Instead of going down town, we took a cab out to a rather desolate area. I was sort of surprised to see Mr. Keeven waiting there in an empty field with the helicopter. I didn’t know you could just land your helicopter anywhere you chose to.
You know, a girl could get used to this sort of lifestyle very easily. Mr. Keeven had us airborne and moving very quickly. We seemed to be heading away from the city, and we had only been in the air for maybe twenty minutes in a straight line. I really had no clue exactly where we were at this point, and then the chopper began to circle a parking lot. I could make out a black limousine sitting in a lighted parking lot. Mr. Keeven circled once and had us on the ground in less than a minute. Simon thanked him for the smooth flight and indicated we would catch up later.
We were just leaving in the limo as the helicopter lifted off and disappeared into the night sky. Once we were moving, I began to grill Simon as to exactly what was up.
“Patience, love,” was all he would volunteer.
Just a few minutes into the ride, Simon pressed a button near his armrest. Suddenly, shutters inside the passenger compartment slid up and blocked out all the windows. It was kind of strange moving like this, but the driver was a real pro. You could hardly feel the turns. After a little bit, the occasional feeling of acceleration was the only sign you had that you were still moving. I snuggled up next to Simon and tried to tease a clue out of him as to where we were headed and what was in store for tonight.
“What’s up with all the secrecy?” I asked.
Simon just gave me a knowing nod and asked for my indulgence.
“It is necessary, my love.” “Please just trust me.”
Eventually, a signal tone from the driver alerted us. I assumed we were near or at our destination. Simon opened a small compartment used for storing liquor. He removed a black bag. I gave him a look like, “Really?” He loosened a drawstring and opened the end. Inside were two black, full-length hooded robes, neatly folded and pressed. On top of these were two plastic masks nestled together. The masks were those half-faced ones that one might wear to a Mardi Gras-type ball.
Simon again asked if I would trust him. He unfolded the one robe and began by slipping it over his head, then shoulders, and finally working it down to his waist. He separated the two masks and placed one on his face. He was fidgeting with the adjusting strap. The look on my face must have had him wondering if this was going too far. He finished by drawing the hood of the robe over his head. It was impossible to read his expression at this point, but his silence was noticeable. With no other words coming from him, I began to get the most unsettling feeling that maybe I wasn’t ready for all this.
Simon’s continued silence was “creeping” me out. I became aware that we were no longer moving. Finally, Simon asked if I wanted to go back. I wasn’t sure what going back meant. It dawned on me that this seemed to all be being done for a purpose. Obviously, he had gone to a great deal of trouble setting all this up. My hand was visibly shaking as I reached over his lap to accept the other robe meant for me. I followed his lead and slipped the robe over my head. I donned the mask just as he had, and I pulled the hood up over my head. When I was finally ready, the limo seemed to move again. It was only maybe a minute before we stopped again. Simon unlocked the limo’s doors. Someone from outside opened the door, and a black-gloved hand was extended to assist our exit.
My creepy feeling only increased as a similarly dressed individual wearing a mask like ours escorted Simon and me up through a veiled entrance. There was a dark canopy, and the sides had been enclosed with dark curtains. A set of steps led us up to two heavy doors. As we approached, there was another person standing there dressed in a gray robe; he opened and held the door for us.
I was clinging to Simon’s hand at this point. My whole body shook with a full-on case of the “willies.” We made our way up a couple more steps and entered a foyer. The main hallway in front of us was blocked by more black curtains. A robed individual who met us there was holding a dark plastic tub. We were diverted to a side area and into an even smaller room. Inside this room was a small bench and a chair, and that was it. The individual handed Simon the tub, and he closed the door. Simon reached back to lock the door. Simon seemed to know the entire procedure, as if this was not his first time here.
“Simon, what the hell is all this?” I demanded.
“Patience, dear; all will be understood shortly,” was all he would volunteer.
“If you please, now would be the time to remove all your clothing under your robe,” he said in a calm voice.
“Do what?” I said, disbelieving my ears.
Simon lifted his mask and robe and then began fumbling to remove his clothing underneath. I stood by, not quite sure and not quite willing to proceed. Simon kept removing pieces of his clothing and placing them in the small tub.
You know, Simon had never put me in any danger or harm, so I finally accepted things, followed his lead, and disrobed. In the bottom of the tub there were two pairs of dark house slippers. Simon placed those on the floor, and we placed all of our belongings in the tub and closed the lid. A tag on the lid identified the tub by a number. Simon tore off the bottom half of this and pinned it to the inside of his robe. We put on the slippers and left the little room.
As we exited the room, another masked couple was waiting outside with their escort, who was carrying another empty tub. That escort took the tub containing our belongings and disappeared, and the other couple entered the small room behind us.
Simon led me a short distance through a series of smaller rooms and hallways. Along the way, I noticed that many objects and wall paintings had been covered in black fabric. The windows were shuttered from the inside. No light was filtering through anyway.
The hallway led us to what looked like a large meeting room just ahead. A long curtain hid the view behind it, blocking the opening. As we approached the curtain, another robed individual standing guard drew the curtain aside for us. Beyond was a huge meeting hall. The center of the room caught my attention right away because it was lit up like a stage. Dozens of naked couples, all engaged with each other in different sexual combinations, seemed to be performing there. The perimeter of the room was darkened and lined with large leather chairs and couches. The area along the wall was filled with robed people, some alone and some with partners.
Simon led the way by almost pulling on my arm. I remembered holding tightly to his waist. I did not want to get separated here. My legs were sort of wobbly at this point, and I told him I needed to sit. Simon motioned to an open couch. We sat down, and I began to survey the area. Right alongside of us, couples were openly engaged in various sexual acts. Women with their robes opened and flung over their shoulders were atop the laps of their partners, grinding away. Others were kneeling on the floor and enthusiastically slurping away at their partner’s cock, obvious to anyone else in the room.
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.