Bi-Sexual Male / 42
My parents owned 2 brothels:
My Italian parents came to America the week after they were married and my dad worked in the construction field in NYC. My mom came into an inheritance a couple of years after arriving so my parents moved west where they bought acreage and dad began to raise cattle. Dad became friends with a man who owned a small casino, restaurant and a brothel. Eventually my parents purchased the casino and brothel from the man who wanted to move to Hawaii. By the time I was born they owned 2 brothels, a small casino, and a construction company which my dad operated and mom ran the ranch (cattle and vegetable) and a dog rescue farm. My parents, who are in their late 80's, sold to an Investment Group and moved south. I remained in the same town and operate a Truck Stop, several adult book stores and 2 gay bars in the neighboring state.
From an early age I knew what breeding animals was, what it meant, and why we did it. I also knew people were no different in that they liked sex, lots of it and a variety. Some admit it and some don't. I also know there is a difference between making love to someone and having a casual sex. I read sexual confession all over the intent and can tell within a paragraph or two who is sharing a real experience, who is fantasizing and who is just posting to past the time between classes in the Middle School.
Things have occurred at my parents brothels which the average person has no idea exist and it would be difficult for some to comprehend. My dad says, "some people think if they haven't done it, or one of their friends done it, then it doesn't happen." Both brothels have a back sections which is entered through fenced areas and the limousines pull into enclosed garages so famous client's anonymity is protected. The only women, or men, who are allowed back there are carefully screened, vetted and selected by the clients. Once a client gets to know and is comfortable with the management they take the mast off making special request and come back - often. We never allowed illegal drugs, or under aged but other than that you name it and its been the pleasure of high profile clients. To the shock of many, 40+% of every special request from high profile clients was for same-sex, in one combination or another. S & M was a very small percentage with the majority being one-on-one and the next being gang bangs. 30 years ago the bouncers and drivers at the brothels were bisexual when calls came in for man-on-man action. Now they are staffing with men and bisexual women and men.
I never had any sexual relations with a customer, however, I have been in the rooms and witnessed 2 fist in an ass hole, 2 in a pussy - once I saw a man watch his wife take two hands in her pussy and two in her ass at the same time. I've seen women and men in a slings taking on one after the other for hours and the water sports area has tiled walls and floors with a waist high, vinyl covered mattress in the middle. Every conceivable combination of adult family member participating in a variety of sexual activities has happened. I've seen female-on-female and male-on-male family members perform oral, anal and vaginal sex on each other.
The most bizarre client lived on the coast and when he would flew out, a few hours before his arrival cases of oranges would be delivered. When he got out of the limo (in the garage) he would always be naked and walk into the room where he stood against a wall and we would fasten his hands up beside his head and the girl would throw oranges at him. It would take a few minutes of oranges hitting his body before his dick stood out like a piece of granite. After a few minutes and several cases of oranges being thrown at him the dude would shoot off (without touching himself) and it would spurt 6, 8, 10 feet from where he was standing. His entire body would jerk like someone having a seizure, his eyes would roll back in his head and he moaned like a cat in heat. We would use a commercial broom to push the oranges (without cum on them) to the side gathering them up into then empty boxes. He would say, OK, and she would start throwing again. I've seen him there for 2 1/2 hours having one orgasm after the other to the point nothing came out. We would take a shower, dress and on his ride back to town he would sit in the back of the limo eating organs.
So, there's not much I read I haven't witnessed in person - in the wildest of combinations. However, there is nothing which excites me any more than watching a beautiful woman pulling a train or some masculine dude being gang banged. Cream pies are a favorite, but only when its my cream or someone's I know and trust. Being full Italian and multi orgasmic I get so damn hot seeing my jizz drip of a pussy or ass and run down their leg.
My Italian parents came to America the week after they were married and my dad worked in the construction field in NYC. My mom came into an inheritance a couple of years after arriving so my parents moved west where they bought acreage and dad began to raise cattle. Dad became friends with a man who owned a small casino, restaurant and a brothel. Eventually my parents purchased the casino and brothel from the man who wanted to move to Hawaii. By the time I was born they owned 2 brothels, a small casino, and a construction company which my dad operated and mom ran the ranch (cattle and vegetable) and a dog rescue farm. My parents, who are in their late 80's, sold to an Investment Group and moved south. I remained in the same town and operate a Truck Stop, several adult book stores and 2 gay bars in the neighboring state.
From an early age I knew what breeding animals was, what it meant, and why we did it. I also knew people were no different in that they liked sex, lots of it and a variety. Some admit it and some don't. I also know there is a difference between making love to someone and having a casual sex. I read sexual confession all over the intent and can tell within a paragraph or two who is sharing a real experience, who is fantasizing and who is just posting to past the time between classes in the Middle School.
Things have occurred at my parents brothels which the average person has no idea exist and it would be difficult for some to comprehend. My dad says, "some people think if they haven't done it, or one of their friends done it, then it doesn't happen." Both brothels have a back sections which is entered through fenced areas and the limousines pull into enclosed garages so famous client's anonymity is protected. The only women, or men, who are allowed back there are carefully screened, vetted and selected by the clients. Once a client gets to know and is comfortable with the management they take the mast off making special request and come back - often. We never allowed illegal drugs, or under aged but other than that you name it and its been the pleasure of high profile clients. To the shock of many, 40+% of every special request from high profile clients was for same-sex, in one combination or another. S & M was a very small percentage with the majority being one-on-one and the next being gang bangs. 30 years ago the bouncers and drivers at the brothels were bisexual when calls came in for man-on-man action. Now they are staffing with men and bisexual women and men.
I never had any sexual relations with a customer, however, I have been in the rooms and witnessed 2 fist in an ass hole, 2 in a pussy - once I saw a man watch his wife take two hands in her pussy and two in her ass at the same time. I've seen women and men in a slings taking on one after the other for hours and the water sports area has tiled walls and floors with a waist high, vinyl covered mattress in the middle. Every conceivable combination of adult family member participating in a variety of sexual activities has happened. I've seen female-on-female and male-on-male family members perform oral, anal and vaginal sex on each other.
The most bizarre client lived on the coast and when he would flew out, a few hours before his arrival cases of oranges would be delivered. When he got out of the limo (in the garage) he would always be naked and walk into the room where he stood against a wall and we would fasten his hands up beside his head and the girl would throw oranges at him. It would take a few minutes of oranges hitting his body before his dick stood out like a piece of granite. After a few minutes and several cases of oranges being thrown at him the dude would shoot off (without touching himself) and it would spurt 6, 8, 10 feet from where he was standing. His entire body would jerk like someone having a seizure, his eyes would roll back in his head and he moaned like a cat in heat. We would use a commercial broom to push the oranges (without cum on them) to the side gathering them up into then empty boxes. He would say, OK, and she would start throwing again. I've seen him there for 2 1/2 hours having one orgasm after the other to the point nothing came out. We would take a shower, dress and on his ride back to town he would sit in the back of the limo eating organs.
So, there's not much I read I haven't witnessed in person - in the wildest of combinations. However, there is nothing which excites me any more than watching a beautiful woman pulling a train or some masculine dude being gang banged. Cream pies are a favorite, but only when its my cream or someone's I know and trust. Being full Italian and multi orgasmic I get so damn hot seeing my jizz drip of a pussy or ass and run down their leg.
