All you have to is follow the Brothel Brick Road the Sparks, Nevada, and soon you'll waving your own magic wand the Wizards Wonderland of Sex where you can mount the "Dorothy" of your choice and soon you too will be saying..."There's no place like her vagina..there's no place like her vagina... as you play with her "ruby red" between your fingers. So don't be a cowardly lion...firm up the strawfilled sex drive and turn it into a hard as nails fully erect Tin Man hard on and go to town. Just dont' tell Auntie Em...she's working there too!
The first legal fornication round-up was held at the Mustang Ranch near it's first location in Reno in 1971 (Today it's at Wild Horse Canyon in Sparks, Nevada) with more sex and orgasms blazing away then bullets flying at the OK Corral. Once the Mustang led the way, the sex stampede was on and soon 10 counties in Nevada legalized brothel prostitution. The Mustang however was the King Kong of brothels when it came to income produced and the variety of prostitutes available to satisfy every whim and tickle every fancy below the male Mason Dixon Line south of the belt buckle.
The Mustang has come along way since it's inception as a set of double wide trailers in 1955. Joe Conforte took over the operation in 1967, appropriately enough it was also the Summer of Love! In Nevada..it was the summer of LUST! Civil Rights were making in roads on the highway of equality, but at the Mustang when it came to the highway to vaginal heaven, you had to leave your Civil Right at the door and move to the back of the sexual bus. Blacks were not served in the brothel proper. A separate but equal trailer was set up for them. Eventually the "whites only" policy was changed (Must have been the I Have A Wet Dream speech that did it!) and anyone with a penis and plenty of cash could open sesame the the sexual caves that held ecstasy between the prostitutes magic thighs.
The rules of the Ranch were set out by Coforte, who was not only the founder of the Mustang Ranch but the head ranch hand in rounding up fillies for mounting by horny cowboys. The girls had to live on the ranch for their entire shift which could be days or weeks depending on the season and how horny the customers were. The girls ranged in age form 18 to 35 and came in all sizes and races and displayed themselves as meat in a deli as you entered the pearly gates of hymen heaven with your Saint Peter in hand. These delightful angels didn't have wings or halos, but damn, they made up for it by wearing only small bikini's with their other attributes busting out all over. The girls also had quotas to fill during their 12 hour daily shifts in the stable. They had to served ten to fifteen customers per day. Thats a lot of cock to be handled internally but the girls did their job.
Tom Joad would have had a field day on the protest lines as the girls were also required to pay for their room and board. Doctors came on a regular basis howver to conduct pelvic exames and to check for diseases and the only time they were allowed off the property was during their menstuation period. Women not working at the ranch were no allowed on the premise which seems old Joe forgot the lesbian market to increase his profit margins by leaps and bounds. Some of the girls under special circumstances, MONEY! were allowed out to service customers in hotel rooms if the price was right, Joe was more than a pimp..he was Bob Barker!
In addition to giants and dwarves and Nordic and Ebony, the Mustang also prided itself on what we call today the Big Beautiful Woman. Meaty Beaty Big and Bouncy to steal the title of a Who album. Pounds of mounds to savor and tons of fantasy flesh to mount and bang. Some of the girls of legal age were made up to look like young schoolgirls..probably Catholic girls with plaid short skirts and ready to sin, brothers and sisters, ready to sin in th Brothel of Eden.
There was a pretty elaborate security system as well. Customers with a buzz on were buzzed in. It was like trying to enter Area 51 in search of alien life forms in the form of heavenly bodies that could do an anal probe to make a Martian orgasm! No, there were no space aliens here with three tits but they could take you for a rocket ride to space and break the sexual sound barrier. The girls were lined up like cattle at an auction for inspection and services and prices were worked out, usually anywhere from $100 to $500 plus tip! Tip? This ain't a waitress or a cab driver or a hotel bellhop! Besides the head of the penis was a tip but not the kind that buys jewelry or furs. Some of the more enterprising women would engage in bizarre acts for up to $10,000 dollars...one of the more costly acts was to have a young prostitute and an older one with the client. They would pose as mother and daughter and have intimate sex directed by the customer then would also both service him. Paul Simon wrote about the Mother and Child Reunion but I doubt this is what he had in mind..it would be like having sex with the Naomi and Wynona Judd..besides...in that case...I'd do Mom Judd!
$10,000...I can imagine what else that would include! I don't suppose I'd get much for twenty bucks. Once the price had been agreed to, the client ponied up. so to speak, paid the girl and before he could deposit is load in her vaginal depository, she deposited the cash in the cashiers office and then it was off to the Emerald City of Sex. Many of the men afterward would belly up for drink in the bar and when ready for round two...the labia legions were put to work again like piston pumping machines red lining the male organ in an encore of orgasm! Either way...the house got 50% of the prostitutes profits from her sexual proficiency. Anal sex was not allowed and strangely, kissing on the mouth was banned too...Today you can't go "skinless" at the Mustang..condoms are mandatory for intercourse and oral sex, and women have to provide both services and can't refuse if the customer complies with the rules.
It's been a long road for the Mustang Ranch and is an icon of pleasures of the flesh. So the next time your in the mood for a round up and want to have sex with a dwarf or giant BBW Catholic schoolgirl lookalike..look no farther than Nevada and the Mustang Ranch. It's round up time and time for you to saddle up, giddy up and get your ass in gear on the Brothel Brick Road where some Nordic or Ebony princess will get her backfield in motion and take you to the Emerald City of Orgasm. There's no place like home..there's no place like home...unless of course it's roundtime at the Mustang Ranch!