Free Live Sex Porn Cams - Orgy at the Bar

A bar, an L-shaped bar. A bit of a weird bar, all right. Two sections, separated by a wooden lattice that allows you to see through. One bar, L-shaped, serves both sections. Low seats, low lighting, low chairs, smoke... And in one of the areas, the one closest to the door, a dance floor.

Closed by a curtain.

And two or three men, alone free live sex porn cams, opening the curtain, leaning out, not daring to enter, giving way to other men, alone, who also open the curtain.

But they do not enter.

And at some of the tables, couples, boy, girl, talking, smoking, drinking, kissing, caressing each other sometimes, her white skin appearing under his dark arm, the sweater raised so that the hands can pass under the bra. A man, alone, sitting in front of them, at their same table, leaning towards them, without losing any detail. In other corners, couples talk, smoke, drink, kiss. The man just says something to him, and the three of them get up, open the curtain and enter the dance floor.

Other men clump together, alone, behind the curtains.

My attention is distracted, I don't want to see what's going on in that place either, and I can't imagine it, and even if I wanted to, I wouldn't have room for it either. Through the latticework, on the other side of the free zone, I glimpse the Forbidden City, image of all the pleasures. There is no smoke, there is light, there is space, there are only couples there, talking, drinking, kissing, sometimes caressing. But I am alone, and the rules have been explained to me: "don't go through the curtain alone, don't go through the lattice alone, don't take any initiative, wait for an invitation from a woman, from a couple..." All this on pain of immediate exclusion from Purgatory into the outer darkness, into the street.

I sit at the bar in the form of an L. On the other side of the lattice, adult, very adult lionesses look at me out of the corner of their eye. Next to me are other prey perhaps wishing, or like me, fearing, to be chosen for sacrifice. I look at myself, I compare myself to the other hypothetical victims and I think that, for the first time in my life, I prefer to be short free live sex download, fat and bald. Although the lionesses, ahítas, don't care about us. My neighbor, no doubt with a suicidal will, invites a lioness to a drink, and this has the virtue of waking her up. The lioness wakes up, calls him. Her companion, at the smell of fresh meat, directs a gesture of rapprochement to my neighbor. Hypnotized, he passes through the door of the lattice. I feel alone and despised. At heart, am I not more beautiful, more elegant, more distinguished than these Chosen Ones for Glory? Obviously, I do not wear, as they do, thick gold chains around my neck, or even a miserable forget-me-not on my wrist, but this should not be the cause of such a spectacular failure. Moral to zero.

A second whiskey. Straight up.

Half an hour goes by. The lionesses have gone to digest their prey.

The men are peeking behind the curtains.

Couples kiss and hug, and chat and talk

It's all right.

The little "Public Relations" girl (come on, the bar owner) sneaks up to me (there are many envious people) and tells me that, if I want, and after paying the modest amount of 1000 pesos, I can go into the Jacuzzi. There I can take a bath. No more, but no less. Time: one hour. After one hour, whatever happens, I have to leave the Promised Land.

It doesn't guarantee anything, there are two couples in their roll and they don't want a fifth man, and two women alone, who like to free live sex chat sites look at couples in their roll. Sometimes they dare to invite someone, sometimes they don't.

The rules are kept, see, hear, don't touch without an invitation.

They take my jacket. They give me a towel.

The Key Keeper opens the door. Reminds me I have an hour.

I go to the antechamber of the jacuzzi. Sifted light but enough to guess it's empty. No one's there. Hangers on the wall, some kind of bench underneath, mattresses on the floor. I leave my clothes on the hanger, the towel on top of my shirt. I go upstairs, I get to the hot tub. Violet light, big pool, slingshot. Two couples in a corner, in their early thirties, chatting, smoking, kissing, caressing each other (I guess, the water is opaque and bubbly). Well, caressing obviously not, they are smoking, and chatting (but they were definitely kissing and caressing before I came in, and my presence cuts them off). Five minutes go by. The water is hot. Nothing happens. I wonder what happened to the lionesses.

They finish their cigarettes. They throw water at each other, chase each other, play like children in a swimming pool. They ignore me. They do nothing special, they throw water at each other, they chase each other, they sink each other. Another time passes, free live sex channels three of them leave the jacuzzi, one of the girls and I are left. We look at each other. She lights a cigarette, tells me she wants to take a bath more. We're in a corner, smoking, talking. We don't kiss. After a while, a slight touch on one leg, is it a caress? I have my hopes up. Well, I have to go, they're waiting for me, he says. Well, go!

It's hot.

I get out of the water, I go into the living room. The two couples are lying on the floor, talking. I'm going to get my towel. It's not where I left it, but a girl (well, more like a woman, in her thirties) has sat on it. She and my towel are on the bench. I tell her it's my towel and it must have fallen off the hook. She answers that she didn't fall, but hers was wet. I tell her (mostly to make a point) that I don't mind sharing it. Neither does she, of course. And we sat down, side by side, naked as God brought us into the world (although with more hair). The towel is small, and we don't fit much.

She puts, naturally, her hand on my leg. We continue chatting, about everything and nothing. While the two couples have finished their talk and kiss, with passion. They kiss with passion means that they both kiss with passion, and the men look passionately. I'm not bored anymore. Isabel's hand (I've heard it's called that) falls a little naturally on the inside of my leg. She seems to like the touch, because she walks around it with interest, as she continues to talk. My body, sensitive to flattery as much as to the sight of couples (now the two boys are devoted to one of the two, while the other looks at them), begins to respond to their attentions, shyly, while the conversation continues along conventional lines.

She looks at me, suddenly surprised, because the path of her hand was not so far from the knee either, and she is surprised at my reaction. She dares more, and in a flash puts me in a perfect state of mind. She doesn't seem to dislike it, because live sex channel she asks me if I want to go to the swimming pool, and we go, she is calm as if nothing happened, I walk towards the swimming pool, erect as the flagpole, with the clear sensation of 8 pairs of swimmers' eyes that stop their water games to dive into my crotch (which at this point was more between the navel) while I go down the stairs

We arrived at the water, entered it, and talked, kissed and caressed each other. She doesn't seem to like the direct approach much, and she directs my hands and mouth to her breasts. We are like this for a few minutes, when two or three couples come in, I don't know anymore, because I was busy enough with my lioness. They go straight to the point, a girl asks one of them to sit on the edge of the pool and takes it with her mouth, while another of the boys, stuck to her, has his hands loose on her body. Anyway, I have too much to do to keep an eye on the others, she makes me sit on the edge of the pool while she puts a condom on me. I go back in the water, and I get into Isabel. I've actually had more pleasant experiences, because fucking in the water with a condom is the closest thing to driving on ice. Although it amuses me to notice the water that withdraws, enters and leaves, creating a curious additional massage effect, it is a curious touch, a little medical, more than erotic.

But then, life is like that. In that, a hand caresses me between my legs, I don't know whose it is, and deep down I don't care much. A boy joins our game, then a girl, they both hang each other from my lioness' chest. I stay on it, until I'm gently pushed away. Well! But no, while the boy takes my place, the girl takes care of me, she sees that the disgust of the separation has not been exaggerated and that I am still in good condition, she lets herself be caressed a little. In that, she takes my hand and leads her to caress the sex of my lioness, and in passing, to touch that of her friend

Well, we're in what's called an orgy, and I guess it's okay. Funny how a man's sex feels, so similar and yet so different from mine. She guides my hand, separates it from my lioness' body, shows me where she expects me to put it and squeezes it, taking advantage of his movements. I fear that your comrade will not last long in these circumstances. Indeed, it is so. I feel the familiar pulsations in my embracing hand. Well!

I do them, although there's not much need for them. They rather let me play their games, but I'm not complaining. I am again skating on ice in the new arrival, happy although without many possibilities of reaching a good port the touch is strange, orthopedic to a certain extent, (although I do not get to hear it, I imagine the noise that two rubber gloves make when they rub), but good. I would never have believed myself capable of resisting so much.

In that the hand that was playing between our bodies (and which is not the hand of either of my two new friends, which I have under control), is embracing me, giving me the same treatment that I had given. The results are immediate and overwhelming. I stay to catch my breath, while the three of them continue. The situation is exciting enough that it won't take long for me to get back together with the group.

We continue to play, join the other couples, but without the urgency. Two or three new people have arrived, looking on without daring to participate. One of the girls, a brunette, almost a mulatto, from the group pays a little attention to one who was sitting on the stairs, who is immediately grateful. He goes into the pool to participate, but she says no, and then immediately warns him.

And he stays there, sitting on the stairs, still showing his gratitude. We ignore him for a moment, until finally she takes pity on him, hugs him with her mouth while the rest of us chat, talk, look, of course. Less than a minute of attention from the bold woman, and he ends up. He has not even entered the bathtub.

I went outside for a moment and changed my condom, but I don't know if I'll ever need it again. In any case, my body is still willing, helped by some caress I give or I am given, while we talk, drink, kiss and someone smokes.

Funny, we are now in a purely playful sex, without the urge of desire. This is a new situation for me. At some point, obviously, in the group one or the other feels an urgency, they stop participating in the conversation or in the touching, and they reach orgasm, naturally free live sex cams porn, without much interruption of what the others are doing, like someone who drinks a glass of water during a meeting, to continue later in what they were doing

Happy, satisfied to simply be there, feel young, willing, attractive, we are at ease, well, the water is hot, the company is pleasant.

We leave the pool, while new people are arriving. We lie down on one of the mattresses that are still free. A girl, young - she will not be thirty - is standing, four or five men around. She takes the sex from one with her mouth, caresses the other, with no one but her to share them. I thought it only happened in the movies.

At that point, the door opens, and the Key Keeper gives me a signal, the doll indicating, "Time has passed. As I slowly dress, the girl is lying on a mattress, and the men are kneeling around her, worshipping her as if she were a goddess.