Part 1
Prologue
Debauchery is defined as extreme indulgence in bodily pleasures and especially sexual pleasures. It is behavior involving sex, drugs, alcohol, etc. that is often considered immoral. We often think about the difference between 'devotion to pleasure' (hedonism) and 'the blind chase for pleasure' (debauchery). Many conceptualize pleasure as something quantifiable that they want to get more of.
Depravity is considered an immoral behavior, the quality or state of being corrupt, evil, or perverted; the quality or state of being depraved. The state of Decadence, Turpitude. Moral depravity is a voluntary violation of morals, values, customs, or manners leading to an aberrant style of personality commonly known as antisocial...This story is about a GILF's experiences as a Residential Concierge in a mansion steeped in the depths of sexual depravity.
Carnal Captivation...
My name is Marcia Horne, a 62 year old woman of sound mind and sound, very attractive body. I have been described as extremely good looking, even elegant. My platinum hair matches my greenish-grey, eyes and they are my best features. This is a story about the sudden turn of events that took me out of the ordinary into a world of revelations. That thrust me into a multi-dimensional straits on current life, in an extravagant mansion aptly named Babylon; a living testament to opulence and luxury. With its astounding sprawling self-contained units called quarters, and a lavish array of other amenities. Its meticulously landscaped gardens envelop you in a surreal embrace.
Nine months ago I retired from my hotel management job, but I quickly became bored so I took a job as a Residential Concierge at the Babylon, supervising the small staff. My bosses the owners, were a very wealthy couple, 74 year old Van and 63 year old Zelia Cross. They also own the VanZelia chain of businesses. They both looked rather fit and healthy, very friendly...Zelia is very sharp, alluring, seductive, charming and looks a whole lot younger than her age. She and I were both struck by the uncanny resemblance between us. During my orientation, Van, reeking of booze abruptly squeezed my ass and pronounced it quite lovely. He tried to kiss me but I politely pushed him away.
Day 1
I decided to start a Journal and record all the major events and experiences that I encountered at Babylon beginning on my very first day...I met my staff of five: The butler, three maids, the chef and a factotum who did all sorts of duties. I concluded that we could work together in harmony. Three of the staff were residents; myself, Ben the butler and the senior maid, 35 year old Lima. I decided to make Ben my deputy. He is a macho looking biracial dude and rather sexy I daresay...Late afternoon, I went over to see Zelia in her quarters and heard moans outside her bedroom. Concerned I entered and there on her super-sized bed she was being soundly fucked by Ben. They both made eye contact with me. I turned to leave, shocked beyond words.
"Come in pull up a chair sit down," said Zelia, I hesitated but did as I was told and watched as Ben pinned Zelia's thighs to the bed and drove his huge cock into her, thrusting in and out powerfully grunting, while her moans mixed with her cunt's wet queefs and farts.
"Come on, Ben fuck me harder," she implored. Then she exploded in orgasm, her body shaking, trembling. Minutes later Ben pulled out of her, his huge still erect dick covered with pussy grool. He pushed his dick into Zelia's mouth and she licked it clean. Strangely enough, I began to enjoy watching them. I could not recall ever watching a fucking. He then put Zelia on all fours and began to pound into her forcefully; her movement, wailing and a litany of obscenities got me very much aroused.
Ben continued to fuck her hard, rhythmically, with strong strokes and with infinite patience and masterful control. Zelia cried out and started to come and come and Ben came with her, grunting, his ass muscles clenching repeatedly as he filled her with his cum. They both collapsed onto the bed fucked out. I quietly left the room, my panties sticky with grool...I quickly found out that Mr. Van Cross a couch potato married to his TV, is totally drunk into a stupor most of the time. I also learnt from Ben later that Van's dick was non-functional 95 percent of the time, hence Zelia's fucking other men. But he was supposedly quite a cocksman in his day.
During a tete-a-tete later with Zelia, I found out that she is a very kinky bisexual woman, for whom sex is a priority. She believes that sexual expression, discussion and exploration is healthy and good and is to be honored. She is attracted to people "who want sex in unusual ways and are divinely decadent and perverted. It doesn't matter who plays in your cunt, so long as somebody does regularly," she said.
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Day 3
After a luxuriating bath I stood naked in front of the dresser mirror and appraised my body. The strongly attractive but not beautiful face, the beguiling eyes and full sensuous lips; the full breasts with their dark nipples. The tall 5ft 7in. slender body with curvy hips and rounded supple ass that sometimes turns heads on the street, the sturdy thighs and legs, the big black, diaper-sized, luxuriant bush of hair between my thighs. Suddenly I saw Ben in the mirror as he walked in naked, with an impressive rampant erection.
"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid of me," he said in a deep resonant voice. He put his arms around me, pressing his hard dick between my ass cheeks, stroking my breasts, nibbling on my ear lobes.
"My my, you have such a firm but soft ass," he whispered. I could not resist him, indeed, I welcomed his advances, feeling very much aroused... My legs began to wobble, my vision blurring, my cunt dripping copiously. Gently he maneuvered me onto the bed and spread me wide open.
"What a lovely hairy cunt and so fucking wet," he whispered. My cunt was on fire, my clitoris hard and quivering. Juices filled my vulva.
He sucked at my nipples, then at my stiffened clitoris. He lapped at the juices of my rank cunt, sipping me slowly...Ben finally reared up between my legs and pushed his huge very hard cock all the way inside me and my cunt gripped it very tightly, I was totally filled with it.
He fucked me luxuriously, delighting in my supple feminine body, my full voracious cunt, honey thick with juice, emanating loud wet slurpy sounds...We moved in rhythm with a force that drove me to unendurable heights; our spirits racing back and forth. The room echoed with the sounds of our fucking. We were both lost in pleasure, eternity seemed to pass before me. My body convulsed repeatedly in multiple orgasms, flowing constantly with juices, wrenching my very life force from me each time. My cries of ecstasy echoed across the room and into the gardens beyond.
Ben fucked me and fucked me. I came again and again furiously, as he stroked my clitoris simultaneously, wrenching sharp cries from me. He seemed tireless as he pumped into me. I felt my cunt contracting around the huge dick, milking it, sucking it inwards. He let out a loud grunt as he came with a shuddering explosion, inundating me with a truckload of cum...My pussy was still hot, luscious and sticky like the breezeless afternoon, when he pulled out of me. Several minutes later Ben was gone, I slept soundly, lulled by some gin and tonic
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Day 7
Late morning, Zelia summoned me to her quarters to meet Erik her 35 year old son who had just arrived home from an Afrikan safari. And OMG, he looked muscular, strong, dashing with an air of impudence. They were drinking and smoking pot. I was offered some vintage wine which soon went into my head, making me giddy. It turned out Erik was going to be my direct boss.
