by Doc King
The driver turns towards us. He’s holding a business card in his hand.
- Call me if you need a ride back. It’s hard to find a cab here at night.
Lulu takes the piece of paper and walks out of the car. I stay in and pay for the ride. I give the driver a $100 bill.
- Please, may I have one, too? – I say.
- Aren’t you going back with the lady?
- If I like the party. Keep the change.
- Thank you, sir. Have a pleasant evening.
I get out of the cab. Lulu’s waiting for me on a stone-paved path.
- So, what do you say? – she asks, looking ecstatic.
- I feel like Tom Cruise. Shall we rent us some masks?
- Here, you can do whatever you want. And be whomever you want.
- Really?
- Yes, I’m serious.
- What kind of place is this, anyway? – I take her by the hand as we walk towards the tall iron gate.
- You’ve never heard of the Mirror House?
- Afraid not.
- This, my darling, is the haven for all the decadent individuals of the city of New York. The place where those who have tried everything in life and are no longer moved or excited by anything come to strip their inhibitions. Here you will find rich old widows, burned-out brokers, millionaires, and scum who are none of the above. They all come here for one thing.
- And that is?
- Sex.
- And they have to come all the way here for that?
- Ways in which they want to get aroused and breathe life into their dead bodies and souls are different. Some of them are not exactly socially acceptable.
- You mean illegal?
- No, no. Nothing like that. For example, Mr. Jones has been in a perfect, harmonious marriage with his wife for over 42 years. They come from a long line of rich New Yorkers. But, once a month, Mr. Jones has the need to be fucked by a boy from Vietnam who, for example, works as a dishwasher in SoHo.
- And is of legal age?
- Of course.
We stop in front of the gate. Lulu lights a cigarette.
- Now. Mr. Jones has enough money to afford that. And the young Vietnamese can really use this additional source of income, because he has to pay the rent, English lessons, and God know what else.
She inhales the smoke and blows a smoke ring towards me.
- The most important thing is that it’s all voluntary and brings pleasure to everyone included.
- Why are we here? Neither of us suffers from decadence.
- I know. But you should try everything in life. – she inhales the smoke one more time and then stomps the cigarette. – You need to learn to relax, Mark. Learn to live.
There’s a man at the gate, wearing a butler tailcoat. He’s got a Venetian mask on his face.
- Good evening, Miss Lulu. It is lovely to see you again.
- Good evening, Omar.
- May I offer you some masks?
- No need. Mark, do you want a mask?
- Huh? No, thanks.
Omar lets us into the spacious yard. The same stone path leads to the well-lit porch, and on the both sides of the path, there are flowers and shrubs. I take Lulu by the hand.
- Ok, who are you, then? Mr. Jones or the young Vietnamese guy?
Lulu stops. She smiles and leans towards me. Her lips touch my ear.
- I already told you. Here, you can be whomever you wish. – she whispers.
***
We walk into a vast lobby illuminated by dimmed reddish light. All around, there are people, most of them in formal wear, as if they’re going to the opera. Some of them are wearing masks like Omar, while the rest of them have left their faces uncovered.
The room’s most striking feature are the countless mirrors all around us, which is, I guess, how the house got the name in the first place. The dimmed light dances on the reflections, creating an illusion of endless space. It is only after I get used to it, that I realize that there are not that many people inside at all. Perhaps ten.
Lulu takes me by the hand and guides me to the room on the right. This one is also filled with mirrors with the reflections of the guests. Bedazzled by the illusion, one would think there are a hundred people inside.
Up on the small dance floor, the band is playing jazz. They’re wearing masks. The petite singer with a tiny, weepy voice is singing something in Japanese. Soon, a waiter materializes in front of us, holding a tray with refreshments. I look around.
- What’s the matter? Why do you look so lost? – asks Lulu.
- I thought it was a reflection, that the actual waiter was behind us.
Lulu bursts out into laughter, and then takes two glasses of champagne.
- To endless possibilities. – she toasts.
- To being whatever we want and what we have never been before. – I respond.
- Ah, you’re a quick learner. Nice. – she takes a sip.
Lulu then puts away the glass and presses her body against mine, which makes my dick hard again.
- Shall we? – I whisper in her ear.
- Where? We’ve just got here? – she teases me. – You’re being impatient again. Take it easy. Everything in its own due time.
Lulu takes my hand in hers and leads me towards the dance floor. Our steps follow the tiny voice of the Japanese singer, who hops along the tones of the masked orchestra like a sad sparrow. I’m looking at the mirrors around us, searching for our reflection. I finally see us twirling from one reflection to the other. We are everywhere. Multiplied like shapes in a kaleidoscope of reddish light.
- You’re a good dancer. – says Lulu when the music stops.
- Thanks. You’re not so bad yourself.
She’s silent, looking at me with a smile and her eyes and lips half-open. Desire is pulsating around her like an aureole. She offers me her hand.
- Come.
Lulu leads me across the room. Right by the dance floor is a tiny door, which are hard to notice with all the mirrors. Narrow stairs behind it lead upstairs. Lulu starts climbing, holding my hand all the while. I can hear the muffled roar of the bass coming from upstairs. As we’re getting closer, the sound of the electronic music is getting clearer and clearer. In front of us is a narrow hall, also covered in mirrors filled with people. Almost all of them are naked, some of them wearing nothing but masks covering their faces. They are dancing to the beat, rubbing their naked bodies against one another. In the corner, right next to a Greek vase, a hot blonde with a butterfly mask over her eyes, is giving a blowjob to some fat guy. He’s wearing a white porcelain mask, which is in stark contrast to his sweaty, obese body.
Across the hall from them is another door, leading into another, somewhat shorter hall. Lulu turns right and opens the door in the mirror wall. We walk into a spacious room with red curtains with golden tassels and rococo furniture in the shades of the same color. Once again, mirrors are all over the walls.
The room is filled with the heavy smell of patchouli. On the wall to the right, among the mirrors, is massive golden door. I don’t know what’s behind it, nor do I get the chance to ask Lulu, because she pulls me closer. She puts her hands on my shoulders and presses her body against mine. I lean in for a kiss, but she pulls her head back with a devilish smile on her face.
She runs her fingers through the hair on my nape and her lips land on my neck. I feel her hot breath tickling my skin, sending electric tingles all over my body. Her lips slide down the side of my neck, across the Adam’s apple, and up to the other side of my neck, where she stops, nibbling my ear. She unbuttons my shirt and starts kissing my chest. I squeeze her tight ass over the dress, which makes her sigh softly.
Lulu undresses me and swirls her tongue around my nipples, after which she slides it down my stomach, all the way to my belly button. She slowly pulls my pants down and I feel her hot breath on my crotch. My boxers are too tight for my erection, so I moan quietly. Then she pulls out my cock, sticky with juices, and slowly slides her hand across it. Sh
e stops for a second, licks her fingers, and then she presses her lips and tongue against my testicles. She licks them and sucks them, dancing along the thin line between pleasure and pain, which makes me mumble and moan.
Just as I’m about to tell her to slow down, she gets up and walks towards the nightstand. I grab her from behind and start struggling with the zipper on her dress. She wriggles out of my hands, laughing.
- Take it easy. – she whispers.
Lulu grabs some kind of a bowl from the nightstand, something like a porcelain sugar bowl. She opens the lid and sinks the teaspoon into it.
- Take it. – Lulu’s offering me the teaspoon containing some dark jam-like substance.
- What’s that? – it smells like eucalyptus.
- Just take it.
I hesitate, but in the end I let her feed me. The jelly is sweetish, but mostly sour, and the sourness makes me grimace. Lulu rubs the rest of the jelly from the teaspoon on my penis.
It’s hard to explain what happens next. Although I already have an erection, in less than a minute, the jelly makes my dick harder than ever before. It’s larger and thicker than usual, with veins intertwined, dark with all the blood that comes rushing in. I feel energy buzzing through my crotch, stomach, and thighs. I feel power circulating through my body and finally flowing into my penis. My gigantic penis, already enveloped by Lulu’s full lips.
- What is this?
- An ancient recipe. – Lulu licks her lips. – It helps you reach your full potential.
- You think I need something like that? – I smile confidently.
- For what’s waiting for you tonight, you do. – she says and continues sucking my glans.
Lulu then rides me on the couch in the reverse cowgirl position. She sinks her nails into my thighs and moans in short breaths. Her slim body glistens in shades of orange and red. The red velvet underneath us is soaking in our sweat.
We change dozens of positions and I cum for the second time, but my dick is still hard. I don’t feel tired, nor does my desire dwindle, and it seems that it’s the same for Lulu.
- How long is this going to last? – I ask, pointing down there.
- Just as long as it should. – she answers with a smile.
Then she takes me towards the golden door. She’s pulling me behind her, like on a leash, holding my by the cock. At the door, she lets me go, and opens them with both hands, pushing the both sides of the double door inside with all her might. Behind the door I see a smaller room, illuminated by similar reddish light. In the middle of the room is a huge canopy bed. A girl is lying there, naked and tied to the posts with golden strings. The upper part of her face is covered by a white Venetian mask with golden ornaments along the edge. When she sees us, she starts swaying.
Lulu approaches her and sits on the edge of the bed. She slides the top of her hand across her skin, which makes the girl shiver, tilting her head back. Lulu presses her lips against hers, sliding slowly towards the beautifully shaped breasts. She puts her hand between the girl’s legs, which makes the girl press her knees together and sigh passionately.
Lulu then turns to me and waves me over with her hand glistening with the girl’s juices. As I approach them, step by step, my dick is buzzing with strength again. Lulu points me towards the other side of the bed. I climb on the bed and get down on my knees. There are rose petals scattered across the bed sheet.
Lulu also climbs up and kneels on the bed. She lowers her lips and tongue onto the girl’s breast and starts sucking it. I follow her lead. I press my lips against the small light nipple and swirl my tongue around it. The girl moans softly. Her skin smells like a fresh morning. Like salt and pines.
I put my left hand between her legs. I slide my fingers across the shaven mons Venus and the juicy vulva. I slide my hand down and up again, sliding her clit up. I press it gently with my palm, which makes the girl’s sighs faster and louder.
Lulu starts untying the string from the girl’s legs, and once free, she spreads them as wide as she can, swaying her hips. Then I slide my fingers into her hot and juicy vagina, rubbing her clit with my thumb. The girl is moaning louder and louder. Lulu sits on top of her and shoves her tits into her face.
I get down on all four and start licking the girl’s pussy. Above me, Lulu is rubbing her round ass against the girl’s stomach. The two of them kiss loudly.
I get down on my knees. I take the girls legs and put them on my shoulders. I slowly push my dick inside her. Although she’s pretty wide open and slippery, she lets out a loud cry. She continues sighing, moaning, and screaming as I fuck her. I guess that annoys Lulu, so she presses her lips against hers and sucks her tongue to make her shut up.
I slide my dick out of her and stick it in Lulu.
- Oh! – Lulu turns towards me in surprise, but instantly continues moving her hips.
The girl slides from underneath her, free from the strings, and rolls off to the nightstand. She takes a tube from the drawer and squeezes out some of the content onto her palm. She approaches us and uses her other hand to pull my dick out of Lulu. She rubs the gel on it with her other hand. It doesn’t sting like the time. Then she squeezes some more out of the tube and applies it to Lulu’s anus. Lube.
Then she takes my cock and aims at the small, wrinkled opening. Lulu spreads her ass with both hands, so I could slide it in as easily as possible. She moans loudly as my dick disappears between the shiny buttocks. I don’t push it all the way. Just a few inches below the glans. I move back and forth, following the rhythm of her hips. All the while, the girl is squeezing my testicles and tickling my stomach below the belly button with her tongue. It makes me cum like a volcano after a couple of minutes, my dick still in Lulu’s ass. When I pull it out, Lulu collapses on the bed and, lying on her stomach, she clenches her buttocks and sticks her finger between her legs.
I sit on the bed, all sweaty and tired. But my dick is still standing up like a tower. The girl approaches me and grabs it with her hand.
- Don’t... – I tell her. – I need a break.
She retreats and kneels beside Lulu, caressing her hair. I close my eyes, leaning against a bedpost, waiting for my pulse to slow down. When I open my eyes, I go numb. Beside the bed I see a shadow standing out of the darkness that surrounds it. This shadow suddenly moves towards us, turning into a human figure.
- Fuck! – I shout loudly.
My shout makes the two of them flinch and sit up. Lulu looks at me and instantly starts laughing. Beside the bed is a young black man, built like a dancer. He’s got a leather belt around his waist, covering his genitalia as well.
- I forgot to tell you that Casper is here. – says Lulu and approaches the young man on her knees.
Giving him a lecherous look, she caresses his stomach, and then starts taking off his belt. I hear the sound of the zipper in the back. The young man shakes his hips as lulu takes off his tight underwear. Thus she frees and lets hang his thick and long dick. Although flaccid, it’s longer than six inches. I envy him a bit.
Lulu takes it in her hand and slides slowly towards the stomach, moving her wrist and fingers. She goes upwards from the crotch again, stopping when her hand reaches the glans. She does that several times, until Casper’s cock is hard and ginormous. I’m sure it’s now longer than eight inches. It’s as thick as a can of Coke, so Lulu grabs it with her both hands. It looks like an oversized replica of a phallus, made out of mud and wood by the primitive peoples who use it for praying for fertility and progress. Lulu is offering sacrifice to this totem. She puts it in her mouth and starts sucking it loudly. She first circles around the glans, and then starts swallowing it more and more I’m impressed by Lulu’s skillfulness as she struggles with Casper’s monster cock.
At one point, I guess she goes too far and chokes a bit. She smiles as saliva drips from her chin. She wipes it with her hand and splashes it over his cock. At the same time, Monica - that’s the other girl’s name – approaches the two of them and picks up from where Lulu l
eft off. She puts Casper’s penis in her mouth and starts blowing it much more intensely and skillfully than Lulu. She chokes a couple of times as well, but stops for just a second, fights the urge to vomit, and instantly continues.
- Would you like to join us? – asks Lulu.
In response, I get up and approach them on my knees. I kiss Lulu. I don’t care that she was just sucking some guy’s cock. As if he read my mind, Casper smiles. She pulls his dick out of Monica’s mouth and points it at me. His skinny body makes his cock look even bigger.
- Want some? – asks the young black man.
I’ve never been with a man, nor have I ever contemplated it. And yet, I’m still in the state of strange excitement. Unfortunately enough, my dick is still standing straight and hard. I pray to myself that it’s because of that strange cream, and not the sight of Casper’s manhood.
- No, thanks. – I say. – Not my thing.
- Suit yourself. – says the young man and turns to Monica again.
I leave them to their sensual game. I climb off the bed, sit in one of the armchairs and continue observing them. Casper takes Lulu from behind, slowly swaying his hips. Monica is sucking his nipples and fiercely grabbing his skinny ass. After a few minutes, they switch positions, so now Monica is riding him and Lulu is kissing first one and then the other.