My New York Orgy - Sex Stories

My New York Orgy

... really good shape. In fact, even with his shirt on, I could tell he was a body builder. Right away there was some chemistry between he and Anne. Rissa, a very pretty, very tiny Asian girl a few years younger than me. She seemed a little standoffish. Not mean, per say, just like maybe she wasn’t sure about the three of us, since we were all from out of town and strangers. Apparently, Royce had had a few of these orgies and since we were new guests, we were all worthy of both curiosity and suspicion. Again, everyone was very polite even if they weren’t what I would call 'southern’ friendly. Bella explained that the main room, the living room, was the only room where everyone was expected to be dressed. The kitchen, den and bathrooms were clothing optional. The bedrooms were naked space. There was an open and self serve bar in the main room. d**gs were allowed, although not provided. There was a very strict policy of 'ask before touching’ and people were expected to knock and ask before entering a bedroom or bathroom with a closed door. If doors were left open, it meant that you were welcome to come in. There was also a strict no phones or cameras policy except in the clothed area. We stayed in the living room for the first hour or so, meeting new arrivals. It quickly became apparent though that things were a little different in New York. What I mean is that despite Clarence being fairly middle class, we were probably the poorest people there. More than cologne or perfume, these ...

... people smelled like money and privilege. I know it bothered me a little and I think it bothered them too. They were also, with two exceptions, all white. Besides Rissa, who was Asian, there was Mac, who was black. Mac arrived as a guest of another woman and right away he and Clarence hit it off. I don’t want to get too much into race in this story, but I feel like it’s at play no matter where I go. Maybe because I only sl**p with black men these days, I haven’t had to deal with it as much, but here, it felt really obvious. The fact that Clarence and Mac were talking and were the only two men of color in the room, really said something to me. A nice, but very strange man chatted me up for awhile. He had the nickname of Bear and he reminded me of a pervy Santa Claus. He had a big belly and a white beard and one of the foulest mouths I’ve ever heard. He told me stories about fisting twenty year olds and how one of his girlfriends liked it when he shit on her tits and she’d rub it around. It took me awhile to realize that he wasn’t just being conversational, he was actually hitting on me. I had to explain to him that I only slept with black men. I pointed out my anklet and he said, “Ahh, a queen of spades. Well, Clarence is a lucky man then. You look like you’ve got a pussy that could tear a man’s dick off.” He moved away to another group after that. It was an odd conversation. The first action of the evening was for Anne. Rissa’s guy, Matt, asked Anne if she’d like to go to one ...