1. Sex Lives of the Super Wealthy


    Date: 5/16/2017, Categories: Fiction, Bestiality, Consensual Sex, Voyeurism, Author: doll1, Rating: 91.8, Source: sexstories.com

    also coming and going through that curtained opening. “Where does that lead?” I asked Simon pointing to the area. “The private rooms and the stables,” was his reply. I stopped short when I realized what he had just said. “Stables? Are you shitting me?” “Does that mean what I think is does?” I asked. “Dear there is something here for all 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 needed 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 guy would deposit a load of cum on her tits and she was able to draw her breasts up and lick each one clean. I had to watch this for a moment. Simon eventually tugged at my arm. We completed the loop and headed towards the curtain. The ever attentive staff guy parted it for us and I walked in first. Beyond was a long hallway with rooms off to each side. Most had 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. 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 members seated ...
    in leather chairs. We passed several more private rooms where I could hear voices of people I assumed engaged in private sexual activities. “The stables?” I questioned Simon as we proceeded. “Straight ahead.” He motioned. We came to a set of steps and descended into a smaller room. Another staff guy was guarding the opening at the other side. It looked to be a door to the outside. He held the door and again we walked through another canopied structure. I became keenly aware of the smell of manure. Grandpa’s farm was a part of our summertime ritual. 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 actually seen one. A red carpet had been laid out along the ground, thank god. The pathway led us into a door. Inside the door it was dark . A crowd of people were gathered in there. They all stood backs against the doors of a stall off to our right. A large clear plastic panel was framed in black cloth was set as a door in front of a large room on the left side of the aisle. A bright light emitted from the other side of the panel. I can remember an embarrassing gasp coming out of my mouth as I looked to my left. Behind the clear plastic panel was a brightly lit tack room. Inside was a young dark skinned Latino girl. She was on a bench in the center of the room. Inside with her, was a magnificent stallion with a raging hard-on. The horse was being held by a naked ...
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