It was just the other evening

It wasn’t too cold out it wasn’t too warm

It was five flights up in a loft in midtown Manhattan

We took the elevator up

There was a mysterious liquid on the floor of the elevator

We didn’t know what it was

It didn’t smell like sex juice

And it didn’t smell like pee

It didn’t’ smell like anything flammable

And it didn’t smell sweet

The elevator door opened

Two naked women greeted us at the door

They took our coats

And took a small fee

For we came as a couple

For the evening’s festivities

 

The night started off slow

We arrived just shy of midnight

The bar was open

A small petite woman in a tight purple dress served us

At the foot of the bar was a man wrapped in a blanket

We were instructed to step on him

Step on his body

Step on his face

We did

This man got off on this

He was a “Human Carpet”

Even the sign said so

I had a Guinness

She had a vodka cranberry

 

The loft was a decent size

A front room, we’ll call it “The Blue Room”

Because of the blue lights

A back room, we’ll call it “The Red Room”

Because of the red lights

And the main room, with the bar and multiple couches

Most of the couches had a black and white zebra print

I’m sure they were covered with stains of various fluids

I heard the loft was usually used to shoot porn films

There was also suspension points and restraint equipment

A large flat screen TV that played porn

The floors were wooden, the ceiling beams exposed

The Red Room had some chairs, a beanbag sofa, a bed, and a bowl of condoms

The Blue Room had some chairs, a sofa, and a stool chair

Which was perfect for bending people over

 

There were some single men

But not many

There were some single women who arrived with other single women

There weren’t many single women who arrived solo

There didn’t appear to be many lesbians

There actually weren’t that many gay men

But there were some

There were young people, perhaps early 20s

There were older people, perhaps early 60s

There were people too skinny

Only bones

And they needed to eat some hamburgers

Some had tattoos

Some had piercings

Some had neither

There were some voluptuous people

Some average people

Some well-toned fantastic people

Some really tall people

Some short people

Some people with bellies

Some people with short hair or long hair or no hair

Some wore leather and some wore plastic and some wore PVC

Some wore lace and some wore fishnets and some wore suits

 

Everyone was there for fun

Everyone was there to show off

Everyone was there to witness

Everyone was respectful

Everyone was social

 

There was a woman in a silky red dress

She spanked numerous submissive men

As anyone watched

 

There was a middle-aged man with silver hair and eyeglasses

He had an attractive middle-aged female partner with flowing blonde hair

Small breasts with perky nipples

He chained her up

And flogged her ass

And flogged her tits

As anyone watched

 

There was an old man

I would say around age 55

He was dressed as a baby

He called himself “Potty Princess”

He carried his own pink diaper bag

Which had a baby bottle

And a wooden paddle

And change of diapers

He wore baby shoes

Baby socks which glowed purplish in the black light

He wore a bonnet, diaper, and baby dress

He even changed his own diaper

And sucked on his pacifier all night

His binky

He would always stare at you in your eyes

Whether you were a male or female

But he truly wanted a woman to boss him around

 

There were two men dressed as women

They weren’t gay

Although, secretly, I thought they were

But no, they were just submissive

Seeking a woman to boss them around

Use them

Treat them like dirt

One of these guys had pussycat ears

And a pussycat tail

Between his thin pasty white ass

 

There was a time

When we went to the front of the loft

And looked into The Blue Room

And in the corner

We saw a woman

With a fat chunky ass jiggling

As she gave head to a seated man

A gentleman

 

All nightlong

There was rigging

And there was flogging

And there was tipping

That woman in the purple

At the bar

And the young man with her

Also serving

And maybe

Being served

 

There were spectators

And voyeurs

And exhibitionists

There were professionals

And amateurs

 

There was a very quiet Asian couple

Dressed in black

Early in the evening they were fully clothed

As the evening progressed, she had less clothes

And he had a collar and chain around her neck

Leading her around

At one point they were in The Blue Room

And the Asian man asked a dominant woman

To spank his woman

She obliged

We all watched

As she was bent over that stool chair

Which was metal

And had a blue strobe light beneath it

Which made a cross like image on the wall

When flashing

This Asian couple

Is the type of couple you would see in an Asian porn film

Their body parts

Their privates

Should have been blurred

Digitally blurred

Pixelated

 

At some point

The woman in red spanked Potty Princess

I hope that made him happy

All should have happiness

 

There was a very large black man

He wore a leather kilt

I wondered if he had a small dick

I never did ask

I only did wonder

 

Later in the evening

The big black guy

In the leather kilt

Brought a passed out skinny boney white girl

To The Blue Room

I’m not sure what ever did happen to her

The last I saw her she was on a couch

Like an overdosed rag doll

 

There was a very large white man

He was very large

Like big, but not fat

Tall

He wore a black top hat

I’m nick naming him

“Edgar Allen Poe”

 

There was a man playing with fire

He had a nude woman lay before him

She had big tits and an eager smile

She was on a table in front of everyone

He would light his glove on fire

And trace her naked curves with flame

As we all watched

 

There was an exquisite woman

With smooth creamy white skin

Soft to the touch

With penetrating hazel eyes

With perfect lips

And her tits protruded forth

From her outfit of black

She wore black stockings and a black garter belt

A black bra that accentuated her perfect breasts

The slight hair on her mound

Displayed in the open air

Throughout the evening

Her eyes caught mine

And I caught hers

 

There was a group of women

Dressed in black lingerie

I would have taken them all home with me

But that night I was not free

I was dedicated to one

I was eyed

By women

By men

But there is only one set of eyes

That has me whole

 

At around 5am

As I sat on the cum stained zebra print couch

She took my thick cock out of my pants

And just started to suck away

Giving me a nice sloppy wet blowjob

In front of any gazer

Any audience member

She choked away on my cock

And sucked and sucked

I stopped her short

And led her to The Blue Room

Where I put her on the couch

And thrusted my thick cock

Inside her

It was so easy

Since she was wearing a crotchless fishnet body stocking

And she was dripping wet in anticipation

Spectators watched

We could have charged admission

Because we were such a hot fuck

The smell of our sex drifted from room to room

And from room to room

We went

Until it was time to go

And leave

This

Fetish Sex Party

 

 

© 2012 David Greg Harth

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