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Speechwriter
God Member, may I ask what you do for a living?
You are clearly an educated man (assuming you are not trans, inter or identify as a woman ) and you've brought an intellectual, almost psychological flavour to this thread. Thank you. I believe it has a place.
My take is that "debauched" is a relative term. What I find debauched will be different to what Punterman finds debauched, or what Caligula found debauched when he ruled Rome (A horse? Really, A HORSE?)
Others might say that debauchery is the first stair that leads down to a dark dungeon of pervisity, sadism and finally insanity (or something worse). Just sayin'.
However, for now, I'll step down from my pulpit, and share my one and only story of sexual "debauchery".
Two friends (both Aussies) and I were in Los Angeles. Our Sydney flight had been diverted from its original destination (Vancouver) and we were forced to lay-over for the night in LA in one of those 3-star hotels that airlines chuck you in in such circumstances. It was a dump.
We're all 23. It's 10pm when we check in. Near the airport and miles from anything resembling fun. Cashed up. What to do?
Both my travelling companions are cops -- one's a Fed, one NSW anti-theft squad. We're so young and stupid we decide to buy a couple of "escorts" from the Yellow Pages -- the Yellow Pages! -- and get them to come to our room.
Summer and April arrive about an hour later. California beach babe types, stacked, bleached, tanned, rustic, and dressed like hookers. We reckoned they were mid to late 20s.
We've already finished 3 beers each, so we're loose. The girls arrive with a bottle of bourban. It must have been cheap.
We negotiate a price -- from memory US$250 for both girls for 2 hours; it was 20 years ago -- and the party starts with S & A on their knees giving the 3 of us BBBJs. Alternating. Whichever one of us wasn't in their mouth each time, would be walking around feeling up their tits and arse. And fingering their pussies. And pouring a bourban, neat.
The BJs continue for about 10 minutes until Summer turns to my mate (a big fucker who played first grade rugby league in Sydney with 2 different clubs) and says to him "I want you to fuck me over that sofa".
I think my mate -- 192cms and 95kgs all in the right places -- actually started to dribble. I've never seen a man hammer a woman so hard. She was screaming. And loving it.
The other girl, April, turns to me and says something like "what have you got sugar?"
I shit myself. She walks over, grabs my hard cock and DTs me, gurgling and slurping.
"I'm not sure this is going to be enough for me baby," she says between gurgles.
So she grabs my other mate, who's hung like a donkey, and firms him right up again with her mouth. My cock, then my mate's cock. Mine, then his. She's a machine.
"Oh my. We're going to need the goat skin for you honey," she says to my mate.
I'd never heard the term before, but soon found out she was talking about a condom made of goat skin, for bigger cocks. She puts this goat skin dom on my mate, and a regular dom on me (with her mouth) and she tells us to take turns doing her doggy. She's standing in high heels and a black thong, while we take turns pounding her from behind. Tits and blonde her flaying all over the place.
Truth be told lads, I wasn't enjoying myself that much. It was OK
I had done a tag team with 2 girls and the rugby league player once before in Sydney. I fucked one, while he fucked the other. No swaps. The girls weren't into it. But they were happy to be fucked and sucked and bounced side-by-side. I enjoyed that MUCH more.
We continue for about an hour and 15 with the LA whores, Summer and April, swapping, leering, book-ending them cunt and mouth, every position that room would allow, including the floor, bathroom and kitchenette, until we fell into bit of a lull.
That's when the footy player grabbed what was left in the bottle of bourban, about half full.
Now this will be quite tame for most of you guys, but I'll never forget the sight of my mate, the NSW Police anti-tehft squad constable, balls deep into Summer from behind standing up. He's swigging the bourban from one hand. He has his other hand firmly around her throat, arching her head and body backwards to share a mouthful of bourban with her. It doesn't quite work, and most of the bourban pours down the girl's tits, tummy and pussy. They both laugh, and he pumps her ferociously for another minute or so until he comes.
There's my bechmark of debauchery right there -- me watching my big mate slam a tall blonde with big tits from behind, with sweat and spit and bourbon and come flying everywhere.
I've never been involved in anything like it since.
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) Didn't you read my reasons why the thread wasn't likely to go anywhere? Punterman, you are a rare bird on the ground. A "debauched" sophistication in sexual practice requires a mental evolution before a physical one is possible. Few have this motivation, desire or capability. Timidity rules, but people find their own level of comfort. I do think that you grow when your boundaries are challenged though.
