The Cocktail Party

Brother Zhang went to Beijing on a business trip to see a childhood friend of many years, who is now the director of a provincial government's Beijing office. The two have kept in touch. This time, Brother Zhang's business trip to Beijing was secondary; the main purpose was to see his childhood friend. His friend had said he would take him to a mysterious country, but no matter how much he pressed him, his friend wouldn't tell him, which made Brother Zhang very curious. So, he decided to go to Beijing himself to avoid being kept in suspense.

That evening, instead of treating him to dinner at the hotel where the Beijing liaison office was located, his childhood friend said it was to avoid any negative impact. Instead, they drove to a farmhouse in Changping to eat wild game. Zhang asked why they'd gone so far, and his friend smiled mysteriously and said, "Since we're here, let's make the best of it." Zhang, helpless, waited for him to reveal the answer.

Around 8 PM, Zhang clearly sensed his friend was waiting for something. Sure enough, the phone on the table rang. His friend grabbed it, answered, said only a few words, and hung up. Then, with a smile, he said, "Brother, the show's about to begin. A word of advice: ask less, say less, observe more, listen more, do more. After it's over, act like nothing happened. Don't spread it around. Remember that."

Zhang was increasingly confused. He had to admire his friend's masterful ability to keep him in suspense. Thinking about it, it made sense; how could someone who couldn't keep their mouth shut become the director of the Beijing liaison office? Zhang smiled and said, "I'll do whatever you say." The two paid the bill, got in the car, and drove towards Nankou in Changping.

Not long after, the car arrived at a mountain resort. The resort's name was written in a vigorous, calligraphic style, and my friend said it was the authentic work of the famous calligrapher ***. Zhang immediately felt that the owner of the resort must have an extraordinary background. The resort was designed in the style of the Forbidden City. We had to pass through many gates and go through many interrogations, body searches, and inquiries. My friend always smiled and dealt with them. After passing through twelve gates, the scenery suddenly changed. The interior was designed in a pure European style, making it feel like we were in France. A cocktail party was being held inside, and soft, light music filled everyone's ears. There were a lot of men and women, probably seventy or eighty people, but they all had one thing in common: they were all wearing masks. Zhang had seen foreigners wearing masks at cocktail parties on TV before, but he never expected to encounter such a party himself.

At this moment, his childhood friend magically produced two masks from his person, handing one to Zhang Ge and warning him never to remove the mask without permission, and especially not to take anyone else's mask, until after the party ended and they got into the car. Zhang Ge's curiosity had completely exploded, and for now, he could only let his friend do as he pleased, at least he knew his friend would never harm him.

The party seemed to have no theme; men and women were just chatting in small groups with their glasses in hand. His friend accompanied Zhang Ge to a table, and they each received a number card. Zhang Ge was number 81, and his friend was number 80. Zhang Ge didn't know what the number was for, but his friend said he would find out soon enough. As it approached 10 p.m., Zhang Ge noticed that the door he had entered through was already closed, and the men and women at the party seemed to be getting increasingly restless. He didn't know why at the time, but later he said it was because of increased hormone secretion.

At ten o'clock, the music at the party stopped, and a bell rang. Everyone stopped talking and looked in one direction. Brother Zhang followed their gaze and saw a stage. A man wearing a Zorro mask went up on stage and addressed the audience, saying, "Dear distinguished guests, the Butterfly Dream you have been waiting for is about to begin. Please enjoy the performance first. After the performance, please take your number cards and sit down through the same door. The excitement continues there tonight." "After speaking, she stepped off the stage, and someone carried a sofa onto it.

Suddenly, the lights went out, as if there had been a power outage, but no one panicked. Instead, they waited quietly. Then, a spotlight suddenly shone in the center of the stage, revealing a captivating woman standing beneath it, dressed in sheer silk. Zhang Ge, with his sharp eyes, immediately noticed that the woman was naked underneath. Her face showed a look of panic. At that moment, fast-paced, tense music began, and the woman ran around on stage like a small boat in a storm, trying to find a safe harbor, but unable to find one. Then, a spotlight flashed in the audience, and a man appeared, dressed in very strange attire—a foreign aristocratic suit. The woman smiled happily upon seeing him, and they ran towards each other. But suddenly, two hands grabbed her shoulders from behind, and the man stopped in his tracks."

The stage lights illuminated the woman, revealing two men standing behind her, firmly holding her shoulders. The woman seemed to be calling out to the men in the audience, who appeared hesitant. One of the men, as if to provoke them, suddenly ripped off the woman's sheer, gossamer-thin veil. The woman quickly bent over, covering her breasts with her hands and arching her hips slightly, trying to conceal her pubic hair.

Zhang was shocked, for he had no idea what was happening. But looking at his childhood friend and the surrounding crowd, everyone seemed unfazed, as if watching a performance. Yes, it was a performance. Zhang suddenly understood, and his curiosity about the mystery of tonight's party grew even stronger. He watched the performance on stage with great excitement.

The man below the stage seemed to move two steps onto the stage, but ultimately remained stationary. At this moment, the two men behind the woman roughly pried her hands apart, exposing her large breasts like bouncy balls to everyone in the audience. Each man roughly kneaded one breast with one hand, and the woman completely lost her ability to resist. The man below gradually disappeared into the night, leaving only the two men on stage and the sorrowful woman.

One of the men began sucking on the woman's breasts, and the woman slowly went from fear to enjoyment. She contentedly grabbed the man's hair and pressed her head into her breasts, as if trying to smother him with her breasts. The other man released the woman's breasts and began licking her vulva. The woman naturally spread her legs, and a complete 3P erotic scene was presented to the audience.

Zhang Ge stared intently at the human performance on stage, his penis already throbbing with rage, bulging high in his pants. The women beside him noticed and opened their mouths wide, as if wanting to swallow his massive member whole. Zhang Ge instantly realized his embarrassment, his face flushing red. As he wiped the sweat from his brow, he remembered he was wearing a mask, and he gave a self-deprecating laugh.

The performance on stage ended about half an hour later. The men and women in the audience began to move from the stage to another direction. Zhang Ge remembered what the man wearing the Zorro mask had said about everyone entering and taking their seats according to their assigned numbers after the performance. At that moment, his childhood friend tugged at his sleeve, signaling him to follow him.
They arrived at a circular archway, where they saw ten courtyard houses standing in the middle. Each courtyard house had large characters written on its door: Number One through Number Ten, and so on. Only ten people could enter each courtyard house. Zhang Ge was number 81, and his childhood friend was number 80, so they were separated. Zhang Ge took his number and entered the room. There were already three men and four women in the room. Soon after, another man and a woman entered, so it seemed that everyone had arrived.

Zhang Ge had no idea why he had come in, but the man and woman who entered seemed to have been waiting for this moment. There were five or six other rooms in the complex. The rooms were simply furnished, mostly with sofas and beds, but the most peculiar thing was that the rooms were entirely covered in mirrors, even the ceiling. At first, Zhang Ge felt dizzy, seeing his reflection everywhere, and felt very uncomfortable. But soon, he learned the secret of the mirrors.

Suddenly, the voice of the Zorro masked man rang out in the room, probably from a speaker. His voice was magnetic, saying, "Everyone, now is your free time. May you all find your own happiness and fulfillment." Zhang Ge didn't understand what he meant, but he immediately understood. He saw the four men leading their chosen women into the rooms one after another, leaving only him and one woman. The woman generously came over, took his hand, and led him into a room, which was also filled with mirrors.

Zhang was a little nervous. He was suspicious, but also afraid that he was right. If he was right, his worldview would be completely overturned. So many men and women engaging in promiscuous behavior—what kind of society was this? Did they still have any ethics or morality? Where had people's sense of shame gone? Yet, deep down, he hoped he was right, because his little brother had already betrayed him.

The woman also noticed this. She took the initiative to kiss Zhang. Zhang unconsciously pulled away. The woman's face behind the mask showed surprise. She asked, "Is this your first time here?" Zhang nodded. The woman suddenly covered her mouth and laughed, "Hehe, then you probably don't know what this place is for, right?" Zhang nodded again. The woman suddenly became very charming. She gently removed her mask, revealing a delicate oval face to Zhang. In his own words, the woman looked a lot like Ada Choi.

Zhang felt he should also remove his mask, but remembering his childhood friend's reminder, he lowered his hand halfway up. The woman smiled, and Zhang thought she was truly captivating. She gently lifted her hand and removed Zhang's mask, revealing a mature, weathered face with sharp features. The woman seemed very satisfied. She softly told Zhang, "The people attending this party today are all people of status. The owner of this manor has a background you can't even imagine. Here, there's no ugliness of power and money, only love and affection." At this moment, sounds of passion emanated from the other rooms. Zhang no longer cared about what might happen; he only knew he wanted to do something with this beautiful young woman. He pulled her into his arms and pressed his thick, sensual lips to her cherry-like mouth.

The woman was more proactive than Zhang Ge. Her tongue, like a snake, had already slipped into Zhang Ge's mouth. Zhang Ge's arousal instantly ignited the woman's deepest desires. Her hands tugged at Zhang Ge's back, and Zhang Ge, in turn, reached his hands behind her, caressing her smooth, delicate back. When he touched her bra strap, he clumsily unhooked it.

The woman pushed Zhang Ge away and stripped herself naked, leaving only a pink thong. Her skin was incredibly white, and the reflection from the surrounding mirrors dazzled Zhang Ge, making him momentarily blinded. Then, surrounded by the woman's naked body, Zhang Ge's penis immediately became erect.

Zhang Ge quickly stripped himself naked, even taking off his underwear. His penis proudly displayed its impressive size. The woman, seeing this enormous penis, couldn't help but swallow hard. She pushed Zhang Ge onto the bed and began to suck and swallow his large penis.

Her oral skills were superb; her tongue, seemingly alive, circled Zhang Ge's glans and advanced towards his testicles. Zhang Ge had never experienced such oral skill before; his whole body felt as if he had been electrocuted, his limbs stiffened, and his penis became even harder. The woman clearly felt the subtle changes in Zhang Ge's large penis, so she straddled him, bringing her plump, snow-white buttocks to her open mouth, while still diligently savoring Zhang Ge's exquisite weapon.
Zhang Ge completely let go; he used his hand to pull aside the woman's thong, revealing her already wet and slippery peach blossom cave. Zhang Ge kissed the woman's clitoris, and the woman involuntarily trembled her buttocks. Zhang Ge carefully teased the woman's hardened clitoris with his tongue, letting the woman's vaginal fluid flow into his mouth. Suddenly, his tongue plunged into the woman's vagina and stirred inside. The woman took Zhang Ge's large penis into her mouth, moving it up and down.

Zhang's nose was right next to the woman's anus. He suddenly started licking it with his tongue. It was the first time he'd ever licked a woman's anus; he'd never even done it with Sister Ruan. He was completely lost in the moment, wanting only to experience the thrill of sex. He had only one thought in his mind: to make this woman climax.
The woman had never had her anus violated before; it was her virgin territory, her only sacred ground. But now, under Zhang's teasing, she felt an unusual itch deep inside her, like thousands of ants gnawing at her navel. She felt dizzy. The instant Zhang's tongue left her anus, she suddenly moved forward a few inches, aligning her anus perfectly with Zhang's large penis.

Without hesitation, she grasped Zhang's magnificent weapon with her hand and then swallowed it whole with her bottomless pit. The incredibly hard penis was swallowed whole without any resistance. The woman didn't stop, moving up and down rapidly. Zhang Ge could feel the woman's vagina gripping his penis. At this moment, the woman leaned back slightly, her hands supporting her on the bed. Zhang Ge gently held the woman's waist and began to thrust into her. The increased speed and powerful force made the woman pant heavily. She cried out passionately, "Good brother, you're so strong! You're making me feel so good! Oh, good brother, harder! My vagina is so itchy! Oh, harder!" Zhang Ge could clearly see his penis entering and exiting the woman's vagina in the mirror on the ceiling. He felt his blood boiling. He finally understood the wonderful use of the mirror. He planned to go home and get a room specifically for this.

After hundreds of vigorous thrusts, Zhang Ge was covered in sweat. He had the woman get up and lie face down on the bed with her back to him, then began his assault from behind. This position allowed him to penetrate deeply into her core with each thrust, igniting her excitement. They changed positions repeatedly, continuing for a full hour without Zhang Ge showing any signs of fatigue.

Suddenly, Zhang Ge noticed that the room was no longer just their private space. Four other couples were watching, but none of them were dressed. One woman, unable to resist the erotic stimulation, was touching her breasts, while the others watched intently.

Zhang Ge, remembering the two men and one woman performing on stage earlier, felt his vanity swell even more, and he thrust into the woman even more vigorously. The woman, noticing the onlookers, felt incredibly stimulated and reached orgasm. She cried out, "Ah, so intense! I can't take it anymore! Ah, ah, I'm coming! I'm coming! Ahhh..."

Zhang pulled his massive penis out of the woman's body, the ultimate weapon still proudly displaying its allure to everyone in the room. The man felt inferior, while the woman stared wide-eyed, as if this ultimate beauty would disappear in the blink of an eye. The woman, already exhausted, panted, "Which sister will continue? He was so intense!"

The woman who had been caressing her breasts earlier stepped forward without hesitation. Her vagina was still very wet from the recent passion. She lay quietly on the bed, legs spread, one side of her buttocks protruding from the edge. Zhang showed no mercy, walking over, grabbing her legs, guiding his weapon to its entrance, and then thrusting in. "Ah, so full, be gentle, ah, so good, good, don't stop!" After a moment of pain followed by instant pleasure, the woman began to enjoy herself. The other two women, not to be outdone, moved closer to Zhang.

Zhang Ge, as if on steroids, showed no signs of fatigue; instead, he grew increasingly vigorous. The woman beneath him trembled violently, while the other two women licked his nipples. Zhang Ge had never experienced anything like this before and nearly succumbed. He steadied himself, took a deep breath, and released the woman beneath him. He picked up another woman and placed her on the bed, making her curl up with her knees drawn up to her chest, exposing her vulva completely to him. Zhang Ge pressed his entire body against the woman, guiding his large penis with his hand, and gently inserted it into her vagina.
This woman's vagina was quite tight, making it a little difficult for Zhang Ge, but with his skillful hands, he slowly adapted and carefully explored this fertile land. At this moment, another man, probably aroused by the stimulating scene, regained his erection. He went to the woman Zhang Ge had just been with and placed his still-erect penis in her mouth.

The woman diligently swallowed and sucked the man's penis, and soon he regained his virility. At this moment, there were two men having sex with two women on the bed, and the scene reflected in the mirror was even more erotic and stimulating. Encouraged, the other three men also kept stroking their limp penises, hoping to quickly regain their fighting power so they could join the battle.

Today, Brother Zhang had the energy to conquer five women, so he deliberately controlled his emotions. When he was with the fifth woman, the other three men joined the fray. For a time, the room was filled with lewd whispers and erotic murmurs, the stimulation driving Brother Zhang wild with excitement. Finally, Brother Zhang reached the brink of volcanic eruption. He let out a beastly roar and increased his speed, thrusting forcefully into the woman's clitoris.

The woman was also on the verge of orgasm. Her legs clung tightly to Brother Zhang's waist like an octopus. Even if Brother Zhang wanted to ejaculate, he couldn't pull away. He could only thrust with all his might, bringing the woman to climax, and in doing so, he unreservedly offered all his offspring to the woman beneath him.

Only then did he realize he was drenched in sweat, his body weak and powerless. Sex was physically demanding, and he had already ravaged five women like a warrior. Now, two more men were still thrusting into him. Perhaps because they had just ejaculated, or perhaps spurred on by Zhang Ge, these two men were also striving to prove themselves as valiant men, giving the women beneath them a wonderful and pleasurable experience.

Zhang Ge thought the designer of this room must be a master of sex; every wall was a mirror, offering a view from every angle, creating a visual shock that altered one's physiological structure—truly unbelievable. Finally, the two men ejaculated one after another

. Then, Zhang Ge's first woman came over and nestled against his chest, while the others slowly left the room, leaving only the two of them. The woman kissed Zhang Ge's cheek and said, "You're really something. I've been to many parties like this, and I've never met a man as valiant as you." Zhang Ge propped himself up slightly and asked, "What's this party all about?" The woman smiled and said, "You must have had a friend bring you here, otherwise you wouldn't have gotten in. Your friend must have told you not to ask too many questions, at least not here, hehe." The woman smiled charmingly. Zhang Ge immediately remembered that his childhood friend had indeed given such instructions. After all, he was a leader in his own company and had experienced many ups and downs, so he immediately suppressed his curiosity and simply ran his hands over the woman's smooth, silky body. The woman was slowly aroused again. She said, "Judging from your accent, you're not from around here, are you?" Zhang Ge said, "Yes, I'm here on a business trip." "Oh, how many more days will you be staying in Beijing?" The woman looked at Zhang Ge with a charming smile. Zhang Ge thought for a moment and said, "I guess I'll be staying a few more days."

The woman picked up her clothes from the ground, retrieved a piece of paper from a side room, and handed it to Zhang Ge. It was blank except for a phone number. "If you're free in Beijing, you can call me. I want to experience your prowess again. I'll even bring one or two sisters to serve you. I've already witnessed your prowess; I can't serve you alone. How about it?" Zhang Ge took the paper, casually grabbing the woman's full breasts, and said, "Then I'll gladly accept." The woman lightly slapped Zhang Ge's hand away, saying seductively, "You're so naughty."

A short while later, the voice of a man wearing a Zorro mask rang out in the room. He said, "Distinguished guests, I believe you have all found your source of sexual pleasure tonight. The party is now over. Please leave your rooms and meet up. We look forward to seeing you again. Wishing you all sexual happiness."

Then, people gradually left the rooms. Zhang Ge and the woman put their masks back on. He accurately spotted his childhood friend in the crowd and followed him out of the resort. Throughout the journey, neither of them raised any questions about the gathering, as if they had simply drunk some wine, slept, and were now just heading home. Zhang's childhood friend admired his composure. Upon arriving at the hotel, Zhang simply said "thank you" to his friend before entering.

After showering, Zhang lay in bed, unable to fall asleep for a long time. He looked at the piece of paper in his hand. If it weren't for this piece of paper as evidence, he would have truly believed he had a beautiful erotic dream, in which he had slept with fairies. He had a pretty good idea of the nature of the gathering. Even if he wasn't right, he could ask the owner of the paper; after all, she had said she would tell him if he didn't ask in that place. Thinking of this, Zhang couldn't help but look forward to his next meeting with a woman.
[The End]

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