Sexcapade Files #43: Porn Star of the Evening – The Sex Club Experience #2 (Part I)

This past October, I went back home for a close friend's wedding and to spend some times with friends and family who I hadn't seen in almost a year. Although the main objective was to catch up and reminisce with people and places of my past, I also had another ulterior motive with my sex agenda – to fully experience THE SEX CLUB.

If all of you can recall, sometime in 2009 I wrote about my first sex club experience that occurred about five years ago with my friend Jesse, the BDSM subservient slave with a massive foot fetish. This time, however, I went with my friend Eleanor, a close friend of mine from high school, who wanted to experience a new side of sex that she hadn't fully explored before.

And so began our journey into a “dark side” of sex – and what resulted was something I had never imagined beyond my wildest fantasies.

The sex club we went to was the same club, although it had changed ownership and location within the past few years. This “new” sex club was different in very many ways – it was as if it downgraded itself a bit, because the quality of the club wasn't as good as it was five years ago.

It had moved to a different location in a different ghetto locale of the city, right in the heart of “Hooker-ville”. The building itself used to be a local strip club, which was something very apparent as you stepped inside – what greeted me was a dimly-lit room with a very high, sloped ceiling, the room dotted with spots of “candlelight". I passed by shadows and silhouettes of men and women sitting on rows of couches and low-sloped chairs, watching intently at the main attraction of the room – two women and a man – all naked and very attractive - were gyrating their hips against each other on a brightly-lit runway, a woman wrapping her legs and pulsing her ass to a stripper pole, the man muscular and oiled, his hands grabbing onto one of the woman's breasts, his other hand on his large and shiny cock, stroking it up and down while he humped to the beat of some techno pop music.

As my friend and I walked through the strip-show room to walk upstairs, we past by people sitting on benches against the wall of what looked like a long balcony for people to watch the show. I observed these people as I walked past - men were stroking their proudly-standing cocks out in the open, women (and men) were bent over in the act of sucking cock, or sucking breasts – it was just like I remembered five years ago.

From that long balcony, we walked into another hallway that showcased open rooms – in one room, there was that same circular black leather bed which I coveted five years ago, watching that hot BDSM scene where a master was punishing his slave with a leather whip. The room was bare except for a few masks on the walls, the off-white brick color reflecting yellow tints of light onto a couple fucking on that same leather bed, her legs spread-eagle as a man fucked her missionary style. The other rooms I walked into were set up the same way – the brick walls painted an off-white color and left almost bare except for a few knickknacks on the walls, the warm yellow light conveying a seedy sex hotel atmosphere.

Another room we walked into was the masturbation room – the walls were covered with velvety blush magenta drapes, white leather couches lined the walls, and small television sets were playing porno movies. A few men were sitting there, watching the screens, jerking themselves off in the open without noticing or caring of the onlookers passing by.

The more I walked around, the more my heart sank, as this isn't what I had remembered. However, I still had hope...and I hoped greatly for some kind of excitement that evening.

We went downstairs and strolled into the basement. As from the last experience, I remembered the basement as being the “dungeon”, and it was in a sense – only it was a cheap imitation “dungeon” from what I remembered. This new dungeon was a long, black hallway, lit only by small florescent white lights dashing the ceiling. On my right side was a room with large glass windows – and as I peered inside of the room, I saw a man, fully clothed, lying faced-down on a black spanking horse (just like the ones from the original club), while two large bear-doms wearing all black, fedoras on their heads, were paddling and whipping this man. A handful of observers were sitting on chairs on either side of the room, watching quietly as he was being punished. I stood there transfixed, hearing this man's screams and moans, the claps of paddles, and the swish of whips echo through the glass windows, made me realize that I was getting very horny.

While walking down the hallway, I noticed black cubicles lined up against the wall that almost looked like fitting room stalls - only these were more rectangular, the rooms themselves did not have doors, and velvet ropes blocked the entrances (I learned later on that these stalls used to be private lap dance stalls.). Peering into them, I noticed that these too were bare as well – subtle black walls stood as a backdrop for a painting, a mask or prop as its decoration; however, it was not lacking with sex – men and women were being fucked in them in full view, men licking pussy, women sucking cocks, their bodies sweating from the sexual heat in the room. There were crowds of people standing to watch, bodies so close together that it was as if we were all magnetized by the sexual tension in the air, everyone hushed and silent, the only thing you could hear were the sounds of heavy breathing, moans, screams, slaps, and whispers.

Eleanor and I edged ourselves into the crowd, where I found the perfect spot to watch – crouched in the corner of an open stall, right underneath the velvet rope. Inside the stall, a man was fucking his girl doggy-style, both were haphazardly in a state of undress, his hips pumping into her, as he grabbed her exposed breasts with his hands as she moaned, her back arching, sweat rolling down her face.

Wow, was it hot...it was so hot that I really wished that I had my own that night...

As I was watching, a young, muscular Latin man with dark skin was standing next to me, his condom-covered cock peeking from the fly of his jeans. I wasn't really eying him directly, but looking at him through my peripheral vision, I noticed he was pretty sexy – short-brown hair, caramel-color skin, the hard knots of muscles bulging as his arm gripped his average-sized cock. It just made me lust over him even more, watching this sexy man stroke himself and watching the couple fucking inside the stall was so tempting, but I was too shy to proposition anyone for action.

Until something surprising happened: I felt a finger tap me on the shoulder.

I turned my head, and there he was – that sexy muscular Latin man stood over me, holding his cock in his hands, his eyes staring down at me.

And then, this slipped out of my mouth:

“Can I suck your cock?”

And that, was just the beginning...

Part II in a few days!!

Sexcapade Files #29: The Red Room Experiment

Last night's "Red Room" show was definitely something of an experience, and it somehow broke the borderline from a bunch of people talking about sex to sexual experimentation in the "name of science".

For anyone who had listened to the show last night, anything that you may had been wondering had happened during intermissions REALLY DID HAPPEN! Let me give you a rundown of the turn of events:

We had a special guest with us last night, spit-fiery Dominican-Mexican "Sexy Lexxi" appearing on the show, a bisexual woman who is married to an ex-porn star. Somehow, we ventured from talking about "reborn virgins" to "tits", and Nage had somewhat dared me to show my breasts, which I was more than willing to do. I pulled off my shirt and bra and showed both Sweet Meats and Nage my large DD breasts, with the brown aereolas and the very large brown nipples. It seemed as all three of them couldn't get their eyes of these large breasts of mine. Lexxi also showed off her breasts, not as big as mine, but they were perkier. Eventually, Nage had said that we needed to do an experiment in "the name of science", so we started playing music.

Nage told me to lie on the leather couch. As I lay there, Nage knelt on the couch, facing my breasts, and Lexxi knelt on the floor near my right breast, and almost at the same time, they each took a nipple and started sucking and licking them, Nage's tongue ravaging my left nipple, sucking and flicking it with his tongue in fast movements, even strokes but with a variety of pressures that I felt myself going wild. Lexxi's was softer with less pressure, gentler strokes, as she slowly licked my aereola and lightly sucked my nipple.

This was just getting hot for me, I couldn't contain myself. The three of us were alternating between moaning and grunting to giggling, mainly since the three of us were somehow not completely believing we were doing this during a radio broadcast. I couldn't help but moan and whimper, especially since it was hot that there were two mouths on my breasts, and the second that my breasts are really sensitive, so I couldn't help but arch my back and shift my hips up and down, wanting more. Lexy had moved herself more towards my head to give way to Sweet Meats who wanted to suck my tits as well (which makes the count to 3!!), I figured that I didn't want to leave Lexxi without any attention, so I reached under her shirt, pulled out her left breast, and I began to lightly suck her nipple as well. Her nipple was soft and plump, kind of like sucking water from water balloon - it definitely different from sucking on a man's nipple, which is hard and small - but it was an experience for me, since that was the first time I had sucked on a woman's nipple. Apparently, Sweet Meats was alternating between licking my nipple and Lexxi's nipple (which somewhat made Lexxi uncomfortable, since she had said that anything she does with a man has to be cleared with her husband first, while women were open territory), and Sweet Meat's mouth was softer than Lexxi's, his tongue flicked my nipple in fast movements, although enjoyable, it was a little bit too light for my taste since I LOVE my tits to be rough housed.

After a few minutes (it was probably about 5-10 minutes), we stopped and kept on giggling, talking about how awesome that experience was for all of us, and even alluded to it on the air. Lexxi had also decided to doublefist my breasts into her mouth at the same time (meaning she had both nipples in her mouth at the same time by squeezing my breasts together until the nipples touched, then sucking them both at the same time), which was pretty nice too. It was the second time that I had someone do that to my breasts, which was pretty hot. Lexxi and I also kissed on the air for 15 seconds, which is the probably the second or third time I've made out with a chick.

Now that I've been to second base with a woman, I would say that it was definitely an experience, but it doesn't make me more attracted to females. I would be more willing to experiment, but somehow the attraction isn't there. I guess I'm hardwired to go after the males and hard cocks anyway....:-)

So now that you all have a during-intermission look of what goes on at the "Red Room", you may want to check it out next Saturday at 10 pm EST on RAW973.com!!!

Sexcapade Files #7: The Gates of Pleasure – The Sex Club Experience Part I

A few years ago, a fuck buddy of mine named Jesse and I decided to explore the city in a unique way – by going to a sex club. It was located in a back alley in the ghetto part of the city, but damn, was it worth the risk of getting shot going to that club, it was like sex heaven.

We entered the club, and discovered there were four floors total, but we had access to only three floors (the fourth floor was for homosexual men only to romp in). We walked into the dark first floor and discovered the delights of this floor – the exotic Medieval period and ancient Egyptian décor surrounded the place. The rooms had lavish decorations that were felt true to the time period it represented – sex swings hung from wooden beams and teepee structures, large wooden effigies with metal hooks for hanging were strewn in each room, and there were wooden structures that seemed like face-down massage chairs in some of the rooms, and I was so tempted to want to get whipped sitting on something like that. Every room had an entrance, but no door, for people to view you while you were fucking. No one had privacy, it was a building full of orgies out in open view. People would walk around with no clothes on, men would sit on benches watching people having sex, and jerking themselves for everyone to see. The building smelled of incense, and the dark atmosphere shrouded the mysteries of sex that I so desperately wanted to see.

We passed by a jail cell that had stirrups where an older couple was having sex. The woman was lying on a platform with her legs on the stirrups, moaning and her breasts moving in rhythmic motion while her husband was banging away, as you heard the slapping of his balls and thighs on her skin. Two men were with us watching this couple fucking away, and you can see their penises being stroked and rubbed by their calloused hands, and geez, was I getting horny.

We went upstairs to another floor, where it had a 70’s strip tease/romantic fantasy theme. In one section of the room, there were tables and chairs, and a pole bar where you could perform pole acts. On the other side of the room, you saw cubicles with beds that had different types of canopies, and all of them had holes on the headboards so you could get tied up in them. Further towards the back of the room, you saw a multitude of wide couches, and all had enough space for you to fuck on. At this point, this floor wasn’t completely busy, so we moved on to the next floor…

The basement was the most interesting floor of all – it was the S&M floor. It was the darkest room of all, but the most exciting and had the most variety. Once you entered the room, the place looked like a dungeon. In the center of the room, you saw a large jail cell replica with smaller jail compartments. In one, you saw a naked young man sitting on a chair with stirrups, his hands behind his back, and his white cock was erect, glistening under faint florescent lights. In another cell, there were two transvestite masters paddling and shocking two other trannies slaves handcuffed to a paddle chair, and in the last compartment, a man was strapped on a gurney while his master was whipping him hard with a leather whip, his lashes would echo in the dungeon.

Jesse and I walked around the room, and saw open rooms on the other side of the floor. In one room, there was a king sized platform bed, with a wooden slab tilted at an angle for hanging and whipping. Another room had modern décor, the walls were all white but tinted with black lighting. A large circular bed sat in one side of the room, and the floor was covered with black carpeting. The last room was dark and also illuminated with black lighting, and had a few chairs and couches. Inside that room were 2 males and 2 females having an orgy together, two men were kissing on the couch while the women were crouched on the floor sucking cock, oblivious that there was a crowd of people standing in front of their room, watching. It was so hot that I felt really really horny.

Jesse and I couldn’t take it anymore…we decided to go up to the second floor to find a room to fuck in, we couldn’t pass this up…

Part II will come soon, promise!!