Sex Club - Horse Market San Fran
Found this on another site...thought it was super hot!
I got to the venue, maybe a bit too early: right before 5 PM as things were still being set up. I met another Mare who described his global pursuits of Cock. I was intimidated. He was younger, fit, and had a firm bubble butt. This one took Cock professionally.
Slowly, other Mares arrived. The mix was beautiful. Fit Men. Cubs. âStraight-lookingâ guys who youâd never think were insatiable Cock lovers. Emo types. Twink types. Nearly every age was represented.
After only a few minutes we were checked in. There was an odd, casual nature to the whole beginning. âJust undress and toss your clothes in a bag, grab your hoodâŚâ I undressed, I tossed, I grabbed, and I found myself the first to enter the play space. If anyone has gone to a gay sex club, the feeling was familiar. Dark. Colored red and blue lights, a large center fuck bed, benches of various shapes and sizes, intermingled with slings.
I chose a bench in the middle but up against the wall. A sling is pretty intimidating before Iâm fully opened and I wanted to start the night in a doggy style position. I also carry a little extra âround the belly that most would find average, but among some of the more fit and jock type mares around me, I felt a bit shy. Perhaps I wouldnât be as popular. Maybe Iâm a little too old for this. Iâm 40. Then two older handsome gentlemen sat near me. They too looked like they knew how to get fucked. I wasnât too old. There was no rule about who deserves Cock. We were all there with our own pride and insecurities.
More Mares continued to fill the space, everyone finding a place to start. There was a friendly but nervous tinge to the air. What exactly would this be like?
The clock inched towards 6 PM. The Stable Master gave a speech and it was time. The stable hands one by one began to hood each of us. I got into place on all fours.
My hole now completely exposed. As were all the others. A sea of holes all aching for it. I wore a gray Breedwell jock, white shoes, a chastity cage Iâd kept on for a week, and a poppers necklace.
And then I waited.
There was murmuring among the stable hands then more voices growing louder. And closer. The Stallions had entered.
Before long, I found myself being rimmed. What a gift. This allowed me an opportunity to relax. To open up. To clear my mind of the day, the nervousness: could I endure?
The fucking began.
The first thing I noticed was the rise in moaning. The room had previously been filled with light chatter, the usual sex club music, and some laughter. But things shifted after the Stallions arrived. The sounds of pleasure rose.
And continued. And more. And more. The entire space filling with noises of fucking.
The first Stallions that mounted me were not the b**sts that came later, though the first test of the night was when a Stallion asked if he could use his PA. âItâs pretty big,â he offered. I could only answer, âYes, please.â It took a moment â maybe he was putting it on, maybe he was just gazing down at his prey â then he entered me. Wow, my hole was ready. And hungry. I wanted that Cock; I needed that Cock; my hole swallowed that Cock.
I continued to get fucked by a series of Cocks, with breaks of perhaps only 5 minutes or so in between. Each Stallion tasting. Feeling. Going in, playing a bit, then moving on.
It was so erotic. Feeling vulnerable and submissive. Surrendering to the experience.
But after a while, my lower back didnât like the position, so I raised my hand and asked if I could be moved to a sling. I was ready to go deeper.
The Cocks came at a consistent rate and every one of them was an experience. Some were hard as a rock. Fucking me deep, pushing me to my limit. Others were gentle but firm. I was filled with gratitude and continued to say throughout the night, âthank you.â I also said âfuuuuuckâ a lot, in a low primal way. I moaned âyeeeeahhhâ in a deep, please-never-stop, kind of way.
And after being in this position for 20 minutes or 2 hours â who knows? time has no meaning here â I raised my hand and asked to move again. I was led to the center fuck bed, a huge, ultra soft mattress with slick black sex sheets. Here I was back in a doggy position but now among other Mares. There seemed to be three of them around me, all moaning in different ways. Different types of pleasure being given and received.
At one point as I was being mounted, someone whispered, âThis is a big oneâŚâ It was. Later, another big Cock entered me, and this one â wow, they hit the spot! Their thrusts made me leak an orgasm through my chastity cage. It was purest pleasure at its height.
The bed began to settle down and I wanted to return to a sling. At this point in the night, every time a Stallion entered or pulled out, I would convulse with pleasure, micro-orgasms that left me needing Cock. NEEEEEEEDING it.
I took strategic hits of poppers at times, sending me into an astral plane of ecstasy. One particular hit in the sling released a huge cum load that dripped out of me. Later, I was moved from one uncomfortable sling into a better one with stirrups.
Okay. Now weâre gonna go deeper.
Here I took some really huge Cock. One fucked like a porn star while another stood behind me. And I swear â I had to jerk this massive Meat with two hands. I couldnât believe it.
I sucked really fat Cock in the slings which just sent me though another portal of unending pleasure. Then a Cock would pull out, I would spasm with pleasure. Time. Cock. Fucking. Sucking. Jerking. Holding. All of it was a blur.
Things slowed down tremendously after that. I laid there in wait. Grateful for the break but not wanting to show I was done. I fingered my hole. Licked cum from my finger and rolled my hips in hunger for more. Fuck, I was greedy.
And then came my final act of worship. A sweaty Stallion walked up to mount me, dripping over my body with each thrust. A true porn star also fucked me: âYouâre in my sling,â he stated as he gave his name and that of the infamous studio that had fueled so many of my fantasies. Then, as the sweaty Stallion mounted me for a second load, the Stable Wrangler announced this was the last load of the night â applause!
I laid there, unable to believe the experience. An untold number of Stallions had bred me. Some only used my hole as preparation for another Mare. And every one of them I thanked multiple times as they all offered me that which I most desire: Cock.
Finally released from the sling, I was allowed to remove my hood as the event was over. The stable hands all kindly guided me back to my clothes bag and on to the exit. I was a bit disoriented, overwhelmed, and satiated. In an hour my hole would remind me of what happened, but for now, I was leaving paradise. A long held fantasy realized.
I looked at my phone when I dressed and it had just hit 10 PM. Nearly four straight hours of service. Just amazing. Fucking amazing.
Thank you to all involved, especially the stable hands. What amazing men.
And damn, maybe I do love Cock more than anything else. Three days later I had a long, stressful day of work and egos and paperwork. Itâs wild to think what I was doing not 72 hours prior.
Like a prayer, I can only say: THANK YOU TO COCK.
I got to the venue, maybe a bit too early: right before 5 PM as things were still being set up. I met another Mare who described his global pursuits of Cock. I was intimidated. He was younger, fit, and had a firm bubble butt. This one took Cock professionally.
Slowly, other Mares arrived. The mix was beautiful. Fit Men. Cubs. âStraight-lookingâ guys who youâd never think were insatiable Cock lovers. Emo types. Twink types. Nearly every age was represented.
After only a few minutes we were checked in. There was an odd, casual nature to the whole beginning. âJust undress and toss your clothes in a bag, grab your hoodâŚâ I undressed, I tossed, I grabbed, and I found myself the first to enter the play space. If anyone has gone to a gay sex club, the feeling was familiar. Dark. Colored red and blue lights, a large center fuck bed, benches of various shapes and sizes, intermingled with slings.
I chose a bench in the middle but up against the wall. A sling is pretty intimidating before Iâm fully opened and I wanted to start the night in a doggy style position. I also carry a little extra âround the belly that most would find average, but among some of the more fit and jock type mares around me, I felt a bit shy. Perhaps I wouldnât be as popular. Maybe Iâm a little too old for this. Iâm 40. Then two older handsome gentlemen sat near me. They too looked like they knew how to get fucked. I wasnât too old. There was no rule about who deserves Cock. We were all there with our own pride and insecurities.
More Mares continued to fill the space, everyone finding a place to start. There was a friendly but nervous tinge to the air. What exactly would this be like?
The clock inched towards 6 PM. The Stable Master gave a speech and it was time. The stable hands one by one began to hood each of us. I got into place on all fours.
My hole now completely exposed. As were all the others. A sea of holes all aching for it. I wore a gray Breedwell jock, white shoes, a chastity cage Iâd kept on for a week, and a poppers necklace.
And then I waited.
There was murmuring among the stable hands then more voices growing louder. And closer. The Stallions had entered.
Before long, I found myself being rimmed. What a gift. This allowed me an opportunity to relax. To open up. To clear my mind of the day, the nervousness: could I endure?
The fucking began.
The first thing I noticed was the rise in moaning. The room had previously been filled with light chatter, the usual sex club music, and some laughter. But things shifted after the Stallions arrived. The sounds of pleasure rose.
And continued. And more. And more. The entire space filling with noises of fucking.
The first Stallions that mounted me were not the b**sts that came later, though the first test of the night was when a Stallion asked if he could use his PA. âItâs pretty big,â he offered. I could only answer, âYes, please.â It took a moment â maybe he was putting it on, maybe he was just gazing down at his prey â then he entered me. Wow, my hole was ready. And hungry. I wanted that Cock; I needed that Cock; my hole swallowed that Cock.
I continued to get fucked by a series of Cocks, with breaks of perhaps only 5 minutes or so in between. Each Stallion tasting. Feeling. Going in, playing a bit, then moving on.
It was so erotic. Feeling vulnerable and submissive. Surrendering to the experience.
But after a while, my lower back didnât like the position, so I raised my hand and asked if I could be moved to a sling. I was ready to go deeper.
The Cocks came at a consistent rate and every one of them was an experience. Some were hard as a rock. Fucking me deep, pushing me to my limit. Others were gentle but firm. I was filled with gratitude and continued to say throughout the night, âthank you.â I also said âfuuuuuckâ a lot, in a low primal way. I moaned âyeeeeahhhâ in a deep, please-never-stop, kind of way.
And after being in this position for 20 minutes or 2 hours â who knows? time has no meaning here â I raised my hand and asked to move again. I was led to the center fuck bed, a huge, ultra soft mattress with slick black sex sheets. Here I was back in a doggy position but now among other Mares. There seemed to be three of them around me, all moaning in different ways. Different types of pleasure being given and received.
At one point as I was being mounted, someone whispered, âThis is a big oneâŚâ It was. Later, another big Cock entered me, and this one â wow, they hit the spot! Their thrusts made me leak an orgasm through my chastity cage. It was purest pleasure at its height.
The bed began to settle down and I wanted to return to a sling. At this point in the night, every time a Stallion entered or pulled out, I would convulse with pleasure, micro-orgasms that left me needing Cock. NEEEEEEEDING it.
I took strategic hits of poppers at times, sending me into an astral plane of ecstasy. One particular hit in the sling released a huge cum load that dripped out of me. Later, I was moved from one uncomfortable sling into a better one with stirrups.
Okay. Now weâre gonna go deeper.
Here I took some really huge Cock. One fucked like a porn star while another stood behind me. And I swear â I had to jerk this massive Meat with two hands. I couldnât believe it.
I sucked really fat Cock in the slings which just sent me though another portal of unending pleasure. Then a Cock would pull out, I would spasm with pleasure. Time. Cock. Fucking. Sucking. Jerking. Holding. All of it was a blur.
Things slowed down tremendously after that. I laid there in wait. Grateful for the break but not wanting to show I was done. I fingered my hole. Licked cum from my finger and rolled my hips in hunger for more. Fuck, I was greedy.
And then came my final act of worship. A sweaty Stallion walked up to mount me, dripping over my body with each thrust. A true porn star also fucked me: âYouâre in my sling,â he stated as he gave his name and that of the infamous studio that had fueled so many of my fantasies. Then, as the sweaty Stallion mounted me for a second load, the Stable Wrangler announced this was the last load of the night â applause!
I laid there, unable to believe the experience. An untold number of Stallions had bred me. Some only used my hole as preparation for another Mare. And every one of them I thanked multiple times as they all offered me that which I most desire: Cock.
Finally released from the sling, I was allowed to remove my hood as the event was over. The stable hands all kindly guided me back to my clothes bag and on to the exit. I was a bit disoriented, overwhelmed, and satiated. In an hour my hole would remind me of what happened, but for now, I was leaving paradise. A long held fantasy realized.
I looked at my phone when I dressed and it had just hit 10 PM. Nearly four straight hours of service. Just amazing. Fucking amazing.
Thank you to all involved, especially the stable hands. What amazing men.
And damn, maybe I do love Cock more than anything else. Three days later I had a long, stressful day of work and egos and paperwork. Itâs wild to think what I was doing not 72 hours prior.
Like a prayer, I can only say: THANK YOU TO COCK.
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