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The door swings open to the dimly lit den of a sprawling countryside manor. Raucous laughter and the clinking of glasses emanate from within. You step inside to be greeted by a scene of depravity and debauchery that makes the Iberian Bacchanalia look like a family reunion.

At the center of attention is a billiard table, its green felt surface glistening with something other than chalk dust. Seven figures cluster around it, their naked bodies beaded with sweat. Three men and four women – or perhaps four men and three women, the torchlight flickering across their faces makes it hard to tell from this vantage point.

One of the women, a willowy blond with a pony tail, bends over the table, exposing her pert ass. A stocky man with a beer gut lining his hairy belly grips her narrow hips and thrusts into her vigorously from behind, her breasts swaying with each pump of his hips. The slapping of flesh and the wet squelch of their coupling fills the air, punctuated by the woman’s breathy moans.

Another woman, this one a fireplug but with a face that could have graced a Renaissance painting, is perched on the pool table’s edge. Her dark thighs are spread wide as a tall, well-built black man stands between them, sawing his engorged ebony cock in and out of her dripping pink folds. Her head lolls back, matching tattooed teardrops there, a expression of wanton abandon on her full lips.

The third woman, a redhead with aConstellation of freckles across her skin, is kneeling on the floor. She holds aloft a crystal glass half-filled with milky liquid, her tongue lapping it up like a cat savoring cream. All around her, several cocks bob and drip, each one leaking more of the viscous fluid, their owners stroking themselves to completion. The tall, rangy brunette male clutches her pigtails, using them like reins to pull her mouth first to one dripping cock, then to the next, then to the next in what seems an endless ravagement of her willing gullet.

The air is thick with the musky scent of sex, sweat and leather. And cigar smoke. You notice a sheikh lounging on an overstuffed leather chesterfield, one tank-tread boot dangling over the arm-rest as he takes a long drag on a dark cigar. His thighs are bare, his kaffiyeh wrapped loosely around his waist. Two women, their giant breasts heaving with exertion, attend him. One is on her knees, her tongue and lips worrying his dipped cock, both hands pistoning up and down the thick musky shaft. The other lays her elbows beside his hips, leaning in to lick the hard mushroom head, her tongue swirling around the slit to catch the pearls of pre-cum there. They share his cock between their mouths, slurping, sucking, trading spit and jizz in an arousing display.

Turning your attention back to the billiard table, you see the pony-tailed woman being replaced by the redhead. The man with the beer gut fills her roughly from behind, two fingers in her asshole while he fucks her pussy. The redhead’s shouts are muffled as she takes a load to the face from the black man, his cockhead painted across her forehead like a bullseye mark.

You make your way around the billiard table to join the orgy as the blond straddles her face, groaning as the redhead’s tongue laves her clean-shaven slit. The black man moves behind the blond, his shaft still dripping as he pushes into her asshole. You watch, transfixed, as she screams in a mix of pain and pleasure, her pussy clenching hard enough to milk the redhead’s tongue.

Feeling the heat building, you reach down to stroke your hardening cock, watching the orgy ebb and flow around you like the ocean waves. It’s not long before you’re pulled into the fray, three days later, with no memory of how it began.