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I know a very rich and well-connected young woman who owns the whole floor of a very swanky apartment building in Manhattan. I’m talking big money, here. On the strength of some dick pics and a very horny Zoom call, she paid me $25,000 to fly from the west coast of Canada to join a “very special event” in her NYC building, one weekend not that long ago.
I think she’s the daughter of a spectacularly wealthy member of an aristocracy/oil oligarchy or something. I’m only speculating here. Some things you just don’t ask.
She is a tall, chesty, all-natural blond. Let me call her Anna. She’s fluent in Russian, as are many of her friends. She said her mom was a lingerie model in Moscow in the 1990s. Seeing her busty and beautiful-assed photo, she looks just like her!
Yes, top to bottom – just like mom. Ooh la la, or should I say, “da.”
Anyway, flying to New York very much appealed to me, as I’d never been there before. Plus, the massive pile of money falling into my fat-cocked lap didn’t hurt either. I simply had to show up, get handled, sucked, and fucked several times over. After that – I was to get back on the plane and go home! Sweet deal, indeed.
When I arrived at the very tall building and checked in with the security staff, I received a very nice private room for the duration of my stay. I’d call it “first-class” all the way. It was up quite a few floors and had a nice view of the New York skyline. Inside my room was a fully stocked bar, fridge, and kitchenette. In the closet was a tailored wardrobe for three days, which included several bits of kinky underwear – all skimpy briefs in some way showcasing my privates. It all made me laugh at its absurdity, but whatever.
Summarizing quickly now, let me tell you about the marathon orgy I’d be partaking in:
Firstly, there was beautiful decor and furniture. There were lots of nice places to flop and lounge around. Cool, atmospheric music and very tasteful lighting. Amazing catering, too. There was plenty of wonderful stuff to eat.
What I noticed next, floored me. It was a table with mountains of condoms, rivers of lube, and all kinds of crazy toys available.
Every kind of recreational drug was available in vast amounts, also, including Viagra and other performance enhancers. All the best booze, too. Speaking of which, I’m more of a booze guy – but I know my limits and I always stick to them.
Next, is the really fun part.
There were scores of incredibly sexy, white European women all over the place. A wide range of the sexiest body types known to men. Let me tell you, they were all in top form.
All of them were beautiful and tight. Most were between the ages of twenty-one and thirty, I’m guessing. They were all dressed in matching lingerie, too – as if it was some kind of kinky uniform for a club they all belonged to.
See the attached picture – it is actually from the party I’m talking about here! I edited out the faces for the sake of maintaining anonymity.
There were probably at least thirty of these women, and they were all very much “in the mood.”
In addition to these hot ladies, perhaps a dozen or so men were there too. I’m guessing from all over the world, judging by their various accents. I was one of them.
Observing them all, it became very clear by every bulge that the only men who were invited there were well-endowed. All of us were dressed only in skimpy briefs. We were all bulging out in the extreme.
As time progressed, things got more interesting.
Because of the ratio, the women almost seemed to be competing for our attention. It was all so unnatural and bizarre, but so awesome. At the start, I had two or three women surrounding me, reaching and groping at me simultaneously.
Oh, my sweet lord – the next part I’ll never forget as long as I live.
We heard a loud bell sound, and it was right then that the women were signalled to take off all of the men’s briefs – yes, all at the very same moment.
Next, you should’ve seen all the swinging monster dicks and fat pairs of balls. So much man-meat being handled and fondled by so many different hands.
Eventually, there were several giant erections springing up all over the place.
At 9″ long and 7″ around hard, I actually had one of the more average dicks in this group. Some of the guys were ridiculously hung. Most were on the thicker side than the longer side and some were both insanely long and thick. Let’s just say this was definitely some kind of “size queen” meat-fest.
Meat in and meat out in every which way, and in every which hole imaginable. For three days straight. Wow, what a party! Cum, saliva and other bodily fluids were dripping off of everywhere.
Sexy female janitors would show up to mop up these fluids now and then. Sometimes they’d join in with the fun. It was equally surreal and unreal.
I kept my wits about me and did everything I was asked to do. I got caught up in it all, but I never lost control. There was nothing too weird, thankfully.
A lot of true physical pleasure and gratification came my way. My services made several beautiful women very happy. Some of them I couldn’t understand, as there was an obvious language barrier between us. Despite that, their groans and moans certainly made their feelings clear. I sincerely enjoyed the thick accents talking so dirty in English to me.
Some real connections were made too. I might be flying somewhere else for related activities on a Lear jet before too many moons.
It was a lot of fun. There were lots of lovely asses to grab, boobs to squeeze, and some very tasty pussies to lick and fuck.
My fleshy bits were quite sore by the end. This was to be expected, I guess.
I had been sucked and jerked too much. And as for my cum reserves, I’d been sucked completely dry. I was only drinking water by the end.
Afterward, my foreskin looked like a hungry dog’s slobbery chew toy. Chapped all over and covered in different shades of lipstick. My balls ached as well. They had been repeatedly yanked and jostled every which way. I had an ice pack on my crotch during the plane ride home.
Looking ahead, a certain young woman wants me back again for “next time” in a matter of a few months.
I will most certainly go again. I hope I can keep doing this for a long time – at the very least, for all the money!
