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Categories: Cuckolded, Group Sex / Threesome, The Audience / Voyeur, Food Sex, Other men, Prostitutes
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Fulfillment: I will tell you later
Nature: I will tell you later
Venice, 1702Fireworks lit up the sky, giving chase to the Venetian night. The darkness temporarily replaced by bright green and red, Anthony checked his mask to see if it was still in place. It was the time of the famous Venetian carnival, where no man or woman walked the streets without their painted porcelain masks, out of fear of being recognized. It was a night of mystery, drunkenness, love and lust. Those who roamed the streets during the carnival knew all too well what their fellow citizens were up to, hence the masks.
Almost as famous as the Venetian carnival were its orgies that took place during it. For seven days the city was one giant party, proper and traditional during the daytime, sensuous and sexual during the night.
He walked past a young couple, arm in arm, and wondered if they were married or merely lovers for the night. He heard the woman laugh softly as the man whispered something in her ear and had his answer. He passed another four or five couple just like them before he turned a corner. He grinned and wondered if there was someone left in the city who did not go out looking for love tonight.
And so the debauchery had set in. Especially Vittorio had been skilled at it. With nothing to do all day but count his money, he had decided to start a quest. A sexual quest. Vittorio vowed to himself he’d fuck the most beautiful women of Venice before his death and he was well on his way to achieving it. Using his vast financial resources, shrewd business mind and substantial social network, he’d managed to lure just about every woman worth knowing in his bed.
Vittorio was famous for throwing the best orgies in the city, especially during the carnival season. He’d get the best looking girls from wherever he could, and although most of them came from Venice itself, a substantial number of them came from abroad. Spain, Greece, they were just a few of the countries Vittorio visited himself to find new flowers of lust for his famous parties. Officially, no one in the city knew about them. Unofficially, every man in town tried to score an invite to them. Even women, if rumours were correct.
The third reason was something Anthony had never understood, but it was not his to question, he realized. Vittorio held the parties, so he held all the strings.
Anthony said a few words he’d been told were the code to gain access to the exclusive party. The masked man nodded and quietly opened a door in the heavy wooden gates.
Nothing did. And yet…
Anthony felt a bit awkward at first as he entered the mansion’s inner sanctum. A masked servant took him to a large dressing room where he was asked to undress completely, except for his mask. When ready, they’d quietly left for the next room, uncertain of what to find. Anthony had fantasized and imagined what the party would be like and especially the women.
The first room of the inner sanctum they’d entered was the welcoming room. Glasses of wine stood ready on a large table in the middle and a girl dressed – or undressed, whichever suited her current state best – like no servant he’d ever seen, offered him a glass, which he was glad to accept. He gulped it down in order to calm his nerves, the alcohol a welcome burning sensation in the back of his throat.
The room had been painted red and sufficient candles lit it so that guests could see its peculiar contents. There were red couches against every wall, on each several gorgeous naked or barely clad women, all smiling and eager to please, but all masked nonetheless. The servant explained to him they were the hostesses and that he was free to pick one to escort him around the mansion and to provide needed information.
The room itself was painted a deep yellow-ochre, warm to the senses and inviting.
In the middle stood a long oak table that could allow for at least two dozen people to be seated around it. Three naked women lay on it, each covered in some sort of edible substance. Anthony halted and looked intensely until he noticed the first woman was covered in honey, the other in marmalade and the third in chocolate sauce.
Anthony’s eyes focused on the one covered in honey, a gorgeous raven beauty with the nicest breasts he’d ever seen, short of those of his own wife.
They walked into the next room, which was painted completely black and used two sequential doors to be able to get into. Upon entering, Anthony noticed it wasn’t really a room at all, more like a crawling space between two bedrooms. One of the walls was a great darkened glass window, with several men and their female companions peaking through it. Anthony came closer and the girl on his arm put her finger to her lips to indicate he had to be quiet.
As he looked through the window he realized why. The darkness in the hidden room ensured the glass reflected everything on the other side. Anthony saw a bed with the raven beauty of the previous room and a muscular young man with red hair sitting on it.
The man fondled the woman’s breasts and stroked through her long dark hair while she let her crafty fingers slip down his muscular torso. She pushed him on his back, licking his chest and stomach, gradually working her way down. When she took his manhood in her mouth he let out a hiss of pleasure and tensed. She giggled and crawled on top of him.
They stood there for a quarter of an hour, simply enjoying the show the two were giving. The woman looked simply incredible, pearly beads of sweat rolling off her back and breasts. Every time she turned her firm breasts to the mirror glass the men in the hidden room groaned with pleasure.
One of the men in the room guided the hand of his female companion to his erect phallus, his excitement having grown too intense to restrain himself anymore.
He smirked.Quietly Anthony and his guide left the voyeur room, leaving the couples to their own debauchery.The girl guided him to a new room, one filled with steam and water. Disoriented, Anthony suddenly realized he’d entered an elaborate bathing house. He could hear running water somewhere nearby, splashes and laughing voices.The girl at his arm guided him deeper into the steam until they were suddenly through it, revealing the rest of their surroundings.
A large bath was on their left side, containing several couples. It was an odd sight, seeing them with their masks on in the water. Several of them were intimate, their wet bodies moving frantically around in the water.
As he took in the scene, it struck him how good looking everyone was at the party. He realized he wouldn’t be able to say no to if any of the women made advances towards him.
It was, in a word, perfection.Anthony and the other attendants clapped in their hands until they were red and watched the girls pick up their garments and retreat into the hidden room, undoubtedly preparing themselves for another showing at a later time.After the dance of veils, the girl escorted him to one final room. A small stage had been set up in the middle with ample lighting and a great throng of men and women filled the room.His escort explained to him there was going to be a slave auction. The buyer could do anything he wanted to the girl he or she purchased.Anthony’s interest was piqued. He quietly waited until none other than Vittorio entered the room – it was obviously him, despite his mask – and listened carefully when Vittorio explained the rules. They were simple: you could bid on one girl or more, as long as you had the money to pay. And that was where their entry fee came along. Each man was given back their ten golden florins for the bidding. It seemed preposterous to Anthony that each man had the same amount, but his hostess quickly explained that a lot of the men made more than one bid, so in the end there was equality in the sense that not everyone had the same goal.He grinned. Vittorio started the bidding and presented one girl after another. On a few occasions fierce bidding arose over a certain girl, but as the evening dragged on a lot of the men disappeared with their prizes to one of the many bedrooms of the mansion.Some of the men had been so bold to unite their money to bid on a certain woman and departed together for an orgy of their own.Anthony was about to give up on the auction when Vittorio said:’ And now, last but certainly not least, the greatest prize of this evening.’There she was again. The raven girl. Naked for her mask. Vittorio raised his hand to declare the bidding for opened but Anthony simply said:’ Ten golden florins.’Vittorio grinned as the rest of the men in the room realized they did not have enough money left and said:’ Sold to the man with excellent taste.’He walked away with her on his arm, leaving his charming hostess behind after thanking her for her services.They went to one of the more private bedrooms upstairs of the mansion and Anthony locked the door.The girl lay down on the bed on her side and waited for him to join her.‘Did I arouse you tonight, master?’ she asked in a cool sensuous voice.Anthony chuckled at her words, but something sounded familiar about that voice, he suddenly realized.‘Yes, you aroused me. Seeing you with all those men…’‘You were watching me then?’ she asked.‘I was,’ admitted Anthony.‘The room where you lay on the table, covered in honey. The mirror room. The bathhouse. The eastern room where you performed your dance of seven veils. And finally, to my great joy, the slave auction.’‘And did you like what you see?’ she asked.He nodded. ‘I loved what I saw. I wanted you from the start. And now I do.’‘You always had.’ She said and slowly removed her mask.Anthony’s heart skipped a beat and then he removed his own.Man and wife looked each other straight in the eyes.‘I hope you enjoyed yourself this night, husband?’ Anna asked.‘No,’ Anthony said,’ the night has just begun.’ He replied and lay with her.The end.