1. THE ADVENTURES OF LITTLE DICK - THE WOLFPACK


    Date: 8/22/2015, Categories: True Story, Author: cyrano, Rating: 25, Source: sexstories.com

    A mountain of a man was guarding the door. He wasn't very welcoming. I gave him my code phrase. "Popeye sent me." "Enjoy your evening, folks." The girls started giggling as he opened the door. Inside, it looked like a movie set had been constructed around a dimly lighted IKEA store. Gyrating bodies, flashing lights, and loud techo music assaulted my senses. The bass from the music was so heavy it was thumping through hard wood floors, massaging my feet. Then it went dark and lasers flashed and stobe lights seemed to float overhead. Then back to the dim lighting. This cycle repeated all night at different rates of speed, disorienting me at times. By the time we reached our booth, I was glad to have a comfortable place to sit and find my bearings. But before my butt could warm the cushions, a bottle of champagne was plopped down on the table. "One-fifty, sugar." The girls were off to the dance floor before the first pour. I sat there for three hours - and seven hundred and fifty dollars in bottle service - just watching the door, trying to follow the shoppers. I couldn't. I guess the light show was designed partly for this purpose. The stars would materialize and then just disappear. I thought I'd give the girls another hour and then we were out there. "AAAAAAHYEEEAAAH!" The yell was high pitched and clear, piercing the music. I stood up looked to my left and saw a blond male with shoulder length hair standing on a booth table. He had to be a least six-four. I recognized him ...
    from a rock poster but I couldn't remember the name of the group. Out came his dick. It was long and fat. It was impressive even from were I was standing. "The fountain is open!" he screamed while jerking off. A group of girls - and a couple of boys - rushed the booth platform, arms extended, mouths open and tongues out. It was time to go. Stepping off our platform onto the dance floor was not easy. The light show was fucking with my depth perception. I tripped over someone's heel. It was an action movie star. He was on his knees, dentures in one hand, a dick in the other. He was sucking off some kid with a half shaved head swigging a bottle of champagne. My heart was pounding through my chest; I just knew the cops were going to come bursting into the place at any minute. I found Jackie and told her to round up the rest of the girls. If they weren't outside in ten minutes, they were walking home. I was making a b line for the exit sign when I bumped into a threesome. A pop diva, who my niece and I had just watched perform the week prior on The Disney Channel, was blowing a trannie. A guy standing behind the trannie had his tongue in the trannie's ear and both hands full of breasts. I thought about my favorite actress - the eptitome of grace and style to me. I spotted her earlier in the evening; I was shocked to see her. I was praying that on my way out I didn't bump into her doing something unseemly. I didn't, but I've never looked at her the same way since. I made it. I was ...
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