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Thursday, February 23, 2012
Sexcapade #44: Porn Star of the Evening - The Sex Club Experience #2 (Part II)
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Thursday, April 14, 2011
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!!
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!!
Tuesday, December 1, 2009
Sexcapade Files #23: Champion Pussy-Eater Part I
Have you ever had any spontaneous first dates that you never thought could ever happen? A steamy sexcapade after a casual online fling? What started as a casual online meeting turned out into one of the most romantic and passionate nights I had never expected…and here’s my story.
I had met another guy from another dating site, and he seemed like a pretty decent-looking guy. His picture looked like my type, cute but sexy, suave and sophisticated, seemed like a charmer and a hopeless romantic – he looked like a mix of Brian McKnight mixed in with Usher all at the same time. After a few conversations both in email and online, we agreed to meet up at a local Starbucks this past weekend.
I had expected a very simple first “date” – drinking coffee and staying politely for a few hours, then I would head home and get on for the rest of my day – I thought wrong. The chemistry between us very strong, it seemed as if we were both very attracted to each other. As we talked, we laughed and talked some more, until we realized that we were sitting at a Starbucks for over 4 hours! Since we were enjoying ourselves so much, I suggested that we have dinner, which he agreed. We went to a mall with a pretty decent Margaritaville, and sat in the back area, facing a band who was playing Hootie and the Blowfish and Jimmy Buffett covers.
During the whole time at dinner, he could barely take his eyes off me. I blushed constantly over his words of affection, charming me with his words, his arms holding me, and later on, his lips softly kissed mine. It felt so heavenly, and so right, as we continued to kiss softly during dinner. And I could feel my pants getting wet, as I was getting so hot and horny over this situation.
After dinner and a movie, he ended up dropping me off at the Starbucks where I had left my car. As he kissed me goodnight inside his car, I couldn’t stop kissing him. His lips were so soft and gentle, his tongue slithered in and out of my mouth, and I could feel myself wanting him more and more. I had told him that even though I had wanted to come home with him that night, I had decided not to, since I was trying to not make it a habit of sleeping with my dates on the first date…besides, I didn’t really know him, so I wanted to keep myself safe somewhat. But some part inside me couldn’t let go. He held me in his arms, kissed my lips urgently and passionately, and the temperature rose inside the car. His hands began to explore my body, starting from my arms, to the top of my chest, then he traced fingers down to my breasts, feeling the nipples harden under his touch.
“Come home with me, V, I promise that I’ll take care of you,” he purred in my ear.
“No matter how much I wanted to, I can’t,” I breathed.
He wasn’t convinced. He reached under my shirt and pulled out my left breast, and began to suck it softly, swirling his tongue round and round against my brown nipple, making it hard and wrinkled. My breathing became very heavy, panting for breath, the power was taking over me. He then reached down and unbuttoned my pants, and with his very deft fingers, lightly stroked my clit, firmly but also lightly, with lots of cum, and rubbed me until I was moaning in the front seat of the car. Oh my god, was he amazing!! I was moaning so loud because of his skilled fingers that I never knew a guy that good!!! He continued on rubbing me, rubbing my clit in circles and then back and forth, with his light touch, making my pants soaking with cum. Then, he reached even further and took his index finger and slid it into my pussy, sliding it quickly and I felt like I exploded! He was manipulating my G-spot with one finger, and I convulsed in his car, cumming over and over again, until finally he stopped and said, “I can’t take this anymore, please come home with me.”
And at that point, I couldn’t take it anymore either. “Let’s go to your place, I want you badly. I can’t hold this anymore,” I pleaded.
He smiled and said, “I’m glad you changed your mind. Let’s go!”
And he sped about 70 mph in a 45 mph lane, driving back to his place about 25 minutes away.
Part II coming up soon!
I had met another guy from another dating site, and he seemed like a pretty decent-looking guy. His picture looked like my type, cute but sexy, suave and sophisticated, seemed like a charmer and a hopeless romantic – he looked like a mix of Brian McKnight mixed in with Usher all at the same time. After a few conversations both in email and online, we agreed to meet up at a local Starbucks this past weekend.
I had expected a very simple first “date” – drinking coffee and staying politely for a few hours, then I would head home and get on for the rest of my day – I thought wrong. The chemistry between us very strong, it seemed as if we were both very attracted to each other. As we talked, we laughed and talked some more, until we realized that we were sitting at a Starbucks for over 4 hours! Since we were enjoying ourselves so much, I suggested that we have dinner, which he agreed. We went to a mall with a pretty decent Margaritaville, and sat in the back area, facing a band who was playing Hootie and the Blowfish and Jimmy Buffett covers.
During the whole time at dinner, he could barely take his eyes off me. I blushed constantly over his words of affection, charming me with his words, his arms holding me, and later on, his lips softly kissed mine. It felt so heavenly, and so right, as we continued to kiss softly during dinner. And I could feel my pants getting wet, as I was getting so hot and horny over this situation.
After dinner and a movie, he ended up dropping me off at the Starbucks where I had left my car. As he kissed me goodnight inside his car, I couldn’t stop kissing him. His lips were so soft and gentle, his tongue slithered in and out of my mouth, and I could feel myself wanting him more and more. I had told him that even though I had wanted to come home with him that night, I had decided not to, since I was trying to not make it a habit of sleeping with my dates on the first date…besides, I didn’t really know him, so I wanted to keep myself safe somewhat. But some part inside me couldn’t let go. He held me in his arms, kissed my lips urgently and passionately, and the temperature rose inside the car. His hands began to explore my body, starting from my arms, to the top of my chest, then he traced fingers down to my breasts, feeling the nipples harden under his touch.
“Come home with me, V, I promise that I’ll take care of you,” he purred in my ear.
“No matter how much I wanted to, I can’t,” I breathed.
He wasn’t convinced. He reached under my shirt and pulled out my left breast, and began to suck it softly, swirling his tongue round and round against my brown nipple, making it hard and wrinkled. My breathing became very heavy, panting for breath, the power was taking over me. He then reached down and unbuttoned my pants, and with his very deft fingers, lightly stroked my clit, firmly but also lightly, with lots of cum, and rubbed me until I was moaning in the front seat of the car. Oh my god, was he amazing!! I was moaning so loud because of his skilled fingers that I never knew a guy that good!!! He continued on rubbing me, rubbing my clit in circles and then back and forth, with his light touch, making my pants soaking with cum. Then, he reached even further and took his index finger and slid it into my pussy, sliding it quickly and I felt like I exploded! He was manipulating my G-spot with one finger, and I convulsed in his car, cumming over and over again, until finally he stopped and said, “I can’t take this anymore, please come home with me.”
And at that point, I couldn’t take it anymore either. “Let’s go to your place, I want you badly. I can’t hold this anymore,” I pleaded.
He smiled and said, “I’m glad you changed your mind. Let’s go!”
And he sped about 70 mph in a 45 mph lane, driving back to his place about 25 minutes away.
Part II coming up soon!
Sunday, October 25, 2009
Sexcapade Files #22: Bobbing for Cock - Halloween BJ
Tonight was definitely something I wasn’t expecting, especially when I wasn’t in the frame of mine to get booty – yet it somewhat happened anyway. This is what happens when you’re in a situation where you’re constantly surrounded by pot, booze, and a lot of large cleavage action in a small space.
John, a co-worker of mine, invited me to his Halloween party. As I was hanging out, drinking and having a good time, John and my other friend Kathy had been hinting all night about sleeping with John’s roommate, Peter. He had told him that I was a nympho, and that I was one of the best to put Peter’s dry spell of no sex behind him tonight. Of course, I didn’t really want to believe him, since I wasn’t really in the mood to do so, especially since I was really tired from the pot, booze, and being up earlier that day helping a friend move, so I was exhausted. Plus, the fact that I hadn’t “broken up” with Norman, the “friend” I had been seeing in “Jamaican Rut”, and I felt a bit uncomfortable going at it with someone else when he had asked me specifically that he didn’t want me to go off and see other people while with him.
After having a few drinks and a few hits of pot, I had sobered enough to drive home. I had left my belongings in Peter’s room, so I had walked in, and he was lying on his bed, wearing a white T-shirt and some blue basketball shorts.
“Hey, I’m going to take off,” I said.
“Can I get a hug?” he asked slyly.
Naively, I leaned down and have him a hug. His arms wrapped around me, but he wouldn’t let go after a few moments, and I felt uncomfortable in that position, bent over his chest. Through my half-sober, half-high/drunk state, I found my lips on his, and he slid his tongue into my mouth, as the tip of our tongues slithered and teased each other. Our kisses still light, I felt his hand reaching between our chests and he pulled out my right breast from the very revealing cleavage-full top I was wearing, as he weighed my breast in his hand, pulling my nipple with his fingers. Our tongues continued to slide and dart into each other’s mouths, as he gently stroked my breast while it was hanging out from my shirt. He let my lips go, and he whispered, “close the door and turn off the lights, which I did very quickly. When I turned back to him in the dark he said, “suck my dick,” so urgently in his gentle and breathless way.
Not wanting to disappoint, I leaned down into his crotch as he pulled down a portion of his shorts. In the dark, my eyes adjusted to the lack of light and I saw what was in front of me: a pretty average-girthed dick, but it was very, very short. In reality, it looked about 5 inches long, which was not very impressive at all. For a white guy, he was pretty short, but then I thought, “what the hell, let me put him out of his misery, but I’m NOT sleeping with him”, I told myself over and over again.
I slipped his cock into my mouth, and I savored the flavor and smell of his cock. He probably had the cleanest smelling cock I had ever sucked. I didn’t smell any salty and acrid cock smell that I usually had to deal with when sucking cock. It was pretty smooth, working my mouth on his dick, licking his shaft up and down, then trailing my tongue back onto his head as I searched for his special vein spot. In the dark, I couldn’t tell if he was cut or uncut, his cock skin was stretched out to the max as I sucked his cock, swirling my tongue around his head, then slowly inching lower to deep throat him – and there wasn’t much to deep throat, his head barely reached the back of my mouth as I shoved myself down his cock.
I straddled myself around his legs as I sucked his balls, while sliding my fingers up and down his shaft. His balls were gently rolled in my mouth, feeling the balls slide underneath the sack, then I moved back to his dick, pulsing my mouth around where his special spot would be. He began to moan as I sucked his dick harder with my cheek muscles, keeping my teeth hidden with my lips.
Suddenly, I could hear the front door close and open a few times, then I heard and saw cameras flashing, taking pictures of me sucking Peter’s cock. I heard giggling from both John and Kathy, and the more pictures they took, the angrier I became. I yelled, “this better not be on Facebook!”
John yelled back, “Bitch, this isn’t just on Facebook, it’ll be on Youtube!”
At that point, I was very angry, but I kept it in. I kept on sucking his pitiful dick more as he moaned a little more. After a few minutes, I stopped – I was feeling both angry and a bit guilty at the same time. Angry that I was being made a spectacle in a bad way, a freak to be laughed at and mocked, and probably bribed if anything happened. And I didn’t want to be made a laughing stock, especially when I take having sex seriously. It was not something I appreciated, especially from friends. Peter looked at me with pleading eyes.
“Let’s fuck, please, even if it’s just 10 minutes,” he pleaded.
“No, I don’t want to fuck right now,” I said strongly.
“Come on, you know you want to,” he said.
“No, not tonight, I know you want me, but I want you wanting me more the next time, to look forward to next time,” I said slyly.
“Come on, please?” he pleaded again.
“Sorry, not tonight, I really have to go,” I answered. I got off from the bed and reached for my belongings.
When I turned around, I tried to kiss him back, but he wouldn’t kiss him back. I was assuming that he was either pretty hurt and disappointed that he wasn’t going to get ass. Indifferent, I said my goodbyes and walked out the door.
I can probably hear you all saying that Veronica’s cold, leaving a guy hanging while getting head, and I didn’t even let him come. I have to honestly say that it was a pity blowjob, especially when the dick wasn’t even large. But worse, it made me feel guilty since I’m not technically free in the relationship sense, and not technically with someone either. Was this a form of cheating? Will karma hit me? I thought on my drive home, feeling paranoid and angry at the same time.
I highly doubt that Peter will want to do anything to do with me now, but I may want to fuck him later on, once I’ve cut all ties with Norman once and for all. I feel bad since I’ve purposely not contacted him the past 3 weeks, maybe he’s still waiting for some hope that I’d call him back to see him, when all I want to do is break up with him and find someone else.
Maybe I should approach the idea of fucking him in a few weeks, once this “Nick” mess is all done and over with – and then I can fuck without a guilty conscience.
John, a co-worker of mine, invited me to his Halloween party. As I was hanging out, drinking and having a good time, John and my other friend Kathy had been hinting all night about sleeping with John’s roommate, Peter. He had told him that I was a nympho, and that I was one of the best to put Peter’s dry spell of no sex behind him tonight. Of course, I didn’t really want to believe him, since I wasn’t really in the mood to do so, especially since I was really tired from the pot, booze, and being up earlier that day helping a friend move, so I was exhausted. Plus, the fact that I hadn’t “broken up” with Norman, the “friend” I had been seeing in “Jamaican Rut”, and I felt a bit uncomfortable going at it with someone else when he had asked me specifically that he didn’t want me to go off and see other people while with him.
After having a few drinks and a few hits of pot, I had sobered enough to drive home. I had left my belongings in Peter’s room, so I had walked in, and he was lying on his bed, wearing a white T-shirt and some blue basketball shorts.
“Hey, I’m going to take off,” I said.
“Can I get a hug?” he asked slyly.
Naively, I leaned down and have him a hug. His arms wrapped around me, but he wouldn’t let go after a few moments, and I felt uncomfortable in that position, bent over his chest. Through my half-sober, half-high/drunk state, I found my lips on his, and he slid his tongue into my mouth, as the tip of our tongues slithered and teased each other. Our kisses still light, I felt his hand reaching between our chests and he pulled out my right breast from the very revealing cleavage-full top I was wearing, as he weighed my breast in his hand, pulling my nipple with his fingers. Our tongues continued to slide and dart into each other’s mouths, as he gently stroked my breast while it was hanging out from my shirt. He let my lips go, and he whispered, “close the door and turn off the lights, which I did very quickly. When I turned back to him in the dark he said, “suck my dick,” so urgently in his gentle and breathless way.
Not wanting to disappoint, I leaned down into his crotch as he pulled down a portion of his shorts. In the dark, my eyes adjusted to the lack of light and I saw what was in front of me: a pretty average-girthed dick, but it was very, very short. In reality, it looked about 5 inches long, which was not very impressive at all. For a white guy, he was pretty short, but then I thought, “what the hell, let me put him out of his misery, but I’m NOT sleeping with him”, I told myself over and over again.
I slipped his cock into my mouth, and I savored the flavor and smell of his cock. He probably had the cleanest smelling cock I had ever sucked. I didn’t smell any salty and acrid cock smell that I usually had to deal with when sucking cock. It was pretty smooth, working my mouth on his dick, licking his shaft up and down, then trailing my tongue back onto his head as I searched for his special vein spot. In the dark, I couldn’t tell if he was cut or uncut, his cock skin was stretched out to the max as I sucked his cock, swirling my tongue around his head, then slowly inching lower to deep throat him – and there wasn’t much to deep throat, his head barely reached the back of my mouth as I shoved myself down his cock.
I straddled myself around his legs as I sucked his balls, while sliding my fingers up and down his shaft. His balls were gently rolled in my mouth, feeling the balls slide underneath the sack, then I moved back to his dick, pulsing my mouth around where his special spot would be. He began to moan as I sucked his dick harder with my cheek muscles, keeping my teeth hidden with my lips.
Suddenly, I could hear the front door close and open a few times, then I heard and saw cameras flashing, taking pictures of me sucking Peter’s cock. I heard giggling from both John and Kathy, and the more pictures they took, the angrier I became. I yelled, “this better not be on Facebook!”
John yelled back, “Bitch, this isn’t just on Facebook, it’ll be on Youtube!”
At that point, I was very angry, but I kept it in. I kept on sucking his pitiful dick more as he moaned a little more. After a few minutes, I stopped – I was feeling both angry and a bit guilty at the same time. Angry that I was being made a spectacle in a bad way, a freak to be laughed at and mocked, and probably bribed if anything happened. And I didn’t want to be made a laughing stock, especially when I take having sex seriously. It was not something I appreciated, especially from friends. Peter looked at me with pleading eyes.
“Let’s fuck, please, even if it’s just 10 minutes,” he pleaded.
“No, I don’t want to fuck right now,” I said strongly.
“Come on, you know you want to,” he said.
“No, not tonight, I know you want me, but I want you wanting me more the next time, to look forward to next time,” I said slyly.
“Come on, please?” he pleaded again.
“Sorry, not tonight, I really have to go,” I answered. I got off from the bed and reached for my belongings.
When I turned around, I tried to kiss him back, but he wouldn’t kiss him back. I was assuming that he was either pretty hurt and disappointed that he wasn’t going to get ass. Indifferent, I said my goodbyes and walked out the door.
I can probably hear you all saying that Veronica’s cold, leaving a guy hanging while getting head, and I didn’t even let him come. I have to honestly say that it was a pity blowjob, especially when the dick wasn’t even large. But worse, it made me feel guilty since I’m not technically free in the relationship sense, and not technically with someone either. Was this a form of cheating? Will karma hit me? I thought on my drive home, feeling paranoid and angry at the same time.
I highly doubt that Peter will want to do anything to do with me now, but I may want to fuck him later on, once I’ve cut all ties with Norman once and for all. I feel bad since I’ve purposely not contacted him the past 3 weeks, maybe he’s still waiting for some hope that I’d call him back to see him, when all I want to do is break up with him and find someone else.
Maybe I should approach the idea of fucking him in a few weeks, once this “Nick” mess is all done and over with – and then I can fuck without a guilty conscience.
Friday, January 23, 2009
Sexcapade Files #9: The Gates of Pleasure - The Sex Club Experience Part III
As Jesse and I ventured into the S&M basement, we noticed a large crowd standing in front of the modern-style room with the circular bed. As we neared toward it, we noticed a man, completely dressed, holding a long leather whip in his hand, lashing an almost-naked woman, wearing only a black garter belt, fishnet stockings, and calf-high black boots, who was standing face-forward against the wall. The man, acting as master, commanded the woman, his slave, to count to from one to ten. He then stated that he couldn’t hear her, so he lashed her against the back, and all you could hear was the crack of the whip against the top of her back, repeatedly, until he commanded her to count from one to ten again. She obeyed, counting louder, but still the master wasn’t satisfied. He then proceeded to whip her against her ass and thighs, her ass and thigh muscles shaking from every crack of the whip on her skin.
The master proceeded to pull her by the hair, and commanded her to knee before him. She waited intently on her knees for a command, then he unzipped his pants, pulled out his erect cock, and commanded her to suck it. She began to consume his cock, licking and sucking the head, in fluid moments, looking away from her master, not once trying to look him in the eye as she sucked his achingly hard cock, but in a flash of one moment, she looked up to him. In a twinkle of an eye, he grabbed her hair and slapped her across the face to punish her for her disobedience. She paused and waited for his signal to suck his dick. After his command, she continued with sucking his cock, not once did she deep throat, not even touching his balls, but sucking only the head, until one moment she touched his balls by accident, and again she was punished with another hair tug and a smart slap on the face.
Wow, did it look hot. I watched the whole scene in mesmerizing silence. She had so much control as a sub, and I was very jealous. I wanted to be her, wanted to be the submissive party, wanted to be the one being slapped across the face by my master. I wanted to be punished the same way as she was, and from their actions, I could tell that her master really took care of her. He was punishing her not because she was bad, but because he knew that she was enjoying being punished, and damn, did I want to take her place. I felt myself getting hot and horny watching the punishment unfold before my eyes, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. They were intriguing and oh so very very hot, so sensual, watching the power play trade off them like playing cards. It gripped me, the power play became a sensual scene, full of discipline, dedication, and spirit.
Soon, the master commanded the slave to kneel on the circular bed, and she spread her legs apart, her arms propped upon the cushions to support herself, doggy-style. He stood behind her, and still fully dressed, entered her as he fucked her pussy from behind, in hard thrusts. He held onto her hair, her head pulled back as she moaned in ecstasy over his hard cock, thrust after thrust, into her body, her ass bouncing forward and back with every sway, every single thrust, exhilarating her body as he held her waist, guiding her body to his penis with every move. He paused for a second to spank her juicy ass with his hand not once, but repeatedly, until her ass turned pink from the spanking. He continued on with fucking her, swaying forward and back as they moved in unison, hearing the sounds of her moaning echo the room.
He stopped suddenly, and commanded her to lie on the bed, facing her master. He then leaned onto the bed with his knees, and proceeded to fuck her from the front, not once touching or caressing her body, just even thrusts moving in unison on the bed. The thrusts became harder and faster, her moans louder and louder, until she screamed and he pulled his swollen cock from her wet pussy and squirted his cum all over her breasts.
I was floored. From all the sex scenes I had watched that night, that was the most provocative, S&M sex scene I had ever witnessed live. The men near me were still touching their swollen dicks, wanting to cum so badly while they were watching the scene. I knew I wasn’t the only one who felt horny watching it.
Soon after the master had pulled out, the sex play had finished, and the crowd dispersed. After watching that scene, we unfortunately had to leave, knowing full well the club was going to close in a few minutes. Our time at the sex club had come to a close.
From that experience, I learned quite a bit about myself that day. I finally realized that I really got off having sex in public, and because of that night, had changed my perspective about sex entirely. I knew I could play both dominant and submissive, that playing both roles would fulfill my sexual desires in different ways. I figured out that I really did have a secret sex side of myself where I enjoyed being punished during sex, and that pain and punishment during sex is only permissible when the pain is accepted and expected.
In a matter of speaking, being at a sex club became my moment of sexual truth, to accept my sexual limitations and capabilities, in order to open my mind into the secrets of the sexual unknown.
The master proceeded to pull her by the hair, and commanded her to knee before him. She waited intently on her knees for a command, then he unzipped his pants, pulled out his erect cock, and commanded her to suck it. She began to consume his cock, licking and sucking the head, in fluid moments, looking away from her master, not once trying to look him in the eye as she sucked his achingly hard cock, but in a flash of one moment, she looked up to him. In a twinkle of an eye, he grabbed her hair and slapped her across the face to punish her for her disobedience. She paused and waited for his signal to suck his dick. After his command, she continued with sucking his cock, not once did she deep throat, not even touching his balls, but sucking only the head, until one moment she touched his balls by accident, and again she was punished with another hair tug and a smart slap on the face.
Wow, did it look hot. I watched the whole scene in mesmerizing silence. She had so much control as a sub, and I was very jealous. I wanted to be her, wanted to be the submissive party, wanted to be the one being slapped across the face by my master. I wanted to be punished the same way as she was, and from their actions, I could tell that her master really took care of her. He was punishing her not because she was bad, but because he knew that she was enjoying being punished, and damn, did I want to take her place. I felt myself getting hot and horny watching the punishment unfold before my eyes, and I couldn’t take my eyes off of them. They were intriguing and oh so very very hot, so sensual, watching the power play trade off them like playing cards. It gripped me, the power play became a sensual scene, full of discipline, dedication, and spirit.
Soon, the master commanded the slave to kneel on the circular bed, and she spread her legs apart, her arms propped upon the cushions to support herself, doggy-style. He stood behind her, and still fully dressed, entered her as he fucked her pussy from behind, in hard thrusts. He held onto her hair, her head pulled back as she moaned in ecstasy over his hard cock, thrust after thrust, into her body, her ass bouncing forward and back with every sway, every single thrust, exhilarating her body as he held her waist, guiding her body to his penis with every move. He paused for a second to spank her juicy ass with his hand not once, but repeatedly, until her ass turned pink from the spanking. He continued on with fucking her, swaying forward and back as they moved in unison, hearing the sounds of her moaning echo the room.
He stopped suddenly, and commanded her to lie on the bed, facing her master. He then leaned onto the bed with his knees, and proceeded to fuck her from the front, not once touching or caressing her body, just even thrusts moving in unison on the bed. The thrusts became harder and faster, her moans louder and louder, until she screamed and he pulled his swollen cock from her wet pussy and squirted his cum all over her breasts.
I was floored. From all the sex scenes I had watched that night, that was the most provocative, S&M sex scene I had ever witnessed live. The men near me were still touching their swollen dicks, wanting to cum so badly while they were watching the scene. I knew I wasn’t the only one who felt horny watching it.
Soon after the master had pulled out, the sex play had finished, and the crowd dispersed. After watching that scene, we unfortunately had to leave, knowing full well the club was going to close in a few minutes. Our time at the sex club had come to a close.
From that experience, I learned quite a bit about myself that day. I finally realized that I really got off having sex in public, and because of that night, had changed my perspective about sex entirely. I knew I could play both dominant and submissive, that playing both roles would fulfill my sexual desires in different ways. I figured out that I really did have a secret sex side of myself where I enjoyed being punished during sex, and that pain and punishment during sex is only permissible when the pain is accepted and expected.
In a matter of speaking, being at a sex club became my moment of sexual truth, to accept my sexual limitations and capabilities, in order to open my mind into the secrets of the sexual unknown.
Thursday, January 22, 2009
Sexcapade Files #8: The Gates of Pleasure - The Sex Club Part II
Jesse and I venture back into the second floor with the 70s décor. It was still pretty empty, but we figured it was high time to get some action because watching all of those people fucking everywhere was making the both of us horny. We chose a cubicle that had two entrances that enclosed a canopy bed, covered in white, transparent material, and on one headboard, there were two holes cut out into the wood. We quickly tossed our clothes in a corner and began our routine.
I was shaking with excited anticipation. I had never, ever in my life had sex in front of people. This would be the first time for me to really feel what it would be like to have other people watch me fuck. I quickly lay on the bed, and Jesse placed my hands inside the holes, tying them tightly with Japanese bondage rope. I was a helpless woman, bound to a bed, naked, where my pleasure was in his hands…
He reached over to touch one breast, and gently rubbed the nipples in his hands, as he kissed my mouth, felt his soft lips exploring me, his pointy tongue rubbing against mine as we covered each other’s mouths, wrestling to each other’s movements. As he moved south, my body was covered with his tongue, and I felt the wetness left from his mouth, exploring my neck, my chest, covering my breasts and nipples with kisses and sucks, as he found my erogenous zones near my sides, and went onward, down toward the inside of my legs, and then to his favorite: my feet. He took one foot and pressed it to his nose, smelled its scent, then began to savor one toe, then the other, with his wet mouth, and began to lick the bottom of my foot with his tongue. My, did it feel erotic. I felt even wetter as he caressed and nipped my foot with his teeth, feeling his heavy breathing on my toes, making me feel hotter and hornier at the same time.
A man and a woman, together, showed up during our foot play and watched Jesse lick my feet. The woman turned to me and asked, “Can I touch you?” And I nodded my head, and answered with a breathy “yes”. She lightly touched my thigh with her hand, and as Jesse continued to kiss my foot, she leaned over and ventured into the inside of my thigh, and I felt the ticklish sensation of her nails and fingertips. Wow, did it feel good. I closed my eyes, and felt three hands on me, Jesse’s hands on my feet, and the woman’s hand getting closer and closer towards my pussy…
I felt her fingers lightly touch my clit, and she began to rub it gently. My pussy was dripping with wetness, and I could lightly feel her fingertips brush the entrance of my vagina, then moving towards my clit to rub it slowly and softly. I felt my back arching, my wrists beginning to chafe from the binds, but I was enjoying myself, moaning loudly with pleasure. A few minutes later, her hand disappeared, and I felt Jesse’s weight over me.
I opened my eyes again, and there was a crowd of people surrounding our bed. Out of a small instance of sanity, I quickly counted the people around the bed. Oh my god, there’s twelve people watching me!! Wow!! I said to myself. They were quiet, intently watching us have our fun, and I felt myself enjoying the fact that there was an audience. I felt like a live porn star in sex fantasy land, baring everything and not feeling the slightest bit of shame with what I was doing. I was enjoying the fact that there were twelve sets of eyes watching me, all getting horny by the sight of watching Jesse get me off while I was tied to a headboard. It was very exhilarating, nothing like I had ever felt before. It made me realize the power of being able to hold people by the palm of your hand by having sex in front of them, and stopping them dead in your tracks by your bareness and your sensuality. I had begun to finally realize that power, and I was loving every second of it.
Jesse’s hand began to touch my pussy. I felt his fingers slide into my dripping pussy, massaging my hungry clit with his fingers, rubbing them quickly as I moaned louder and louder, arching my back even more from the power of that climax, and then he slowed down for me to catch my breath. He took his hand away and slapped my ass, and slapped it hard a few times, as I screamed because of the painful pleasure. He was teasing me with his hand, slapping my thighs a few more times, as I screamed loud in the room, loving every second of it.
He focused on my clit again, rubbing it more and more, but then, I felt a foreign hand on my breast, pinching my nipple REALLY HARD. “This is how you touch a girl’s boob!” a woman’s voice said. I moaned in pain, and I opened my eyes with the shock that someone had touched me without my permission. Jesse looked at me with a worried look, and I looked at him with a “let’s ignore it” look on my face. He continued on with his touching, but once again I felt that same heavy hand on my breast, pinching it harder and shaking it to where it ached.
Jesse asked, “Should I tell her to stop?”
I whispered, “No, let’s just ignore her again, but if she does it again, tell her to stop, my boob is hurting.”
It didn’t stop there. She reached over a third time, making me scream in pain, and Jesse pulled her arm away, angrily. “Can you please stop touching her?” he demanded to the woman.
The woman gave him an annoying look, and walked away. I was livid, angry that she broke my moment while I was enjoying my time. Jesse pouted at me and apologized for not stopping her sooner, but it wasn’t his fault, I had told him to ignore her anyway. So we continued with our foreplay, but it wasn’t the same. I was angry as fuck, I was so so pissed that this woman had the balls to hurt someone without asking, especially in a sex club. I was even more pissed that she broke the first rule of conduct, hopefully she would get kicked out.
So Jesse and I decided to finish getting me off because I had lost the mood. We quickly went back to our foreplay, and I ended up squirting on the bed, feeling wonderful that I had come. But I was still really, really pissed. We quickly got up, and informed someone what had happened…turned out, we got a free pass in the end, so there was some consolation…
We put back on our clothes and decided to walk around the club again to see if there were any new acts to watch…and again we ventured back into the S&M basement…
Part III is soon to follow!!
I was shaking with excited anticipation. I had never, ever in my life had sex in front of people. This would be the first time for me to really feel what it would be like to have other people watch me fuck. I quickly lay on the bed, and Jesse placed my hands inside the holes, tying them tightly with Japanese bondage rope. I was a helpless woman, bound to a bed, naked, where my pleasure was in his hands…
He reached over to touch one breast, and gently rubbed the nipples in his hands, as he kissed my mouth, felt his soft lips exploring me, his pointy tongue rubbing against mine as we covered each other’s mouths, wrestling to each other’s movements. As he moved south, my body was covered with his tongue, and I felt the wetness left from his mouth, exploring my neck, my chest, covering my breasts and nipples with kisses and sucks, as he found my erogenous zones near my sides, and went onward, down toward the inside of my legs, and then to his favorite: my feet. He took one foot and pressed it to his nose, smelled its scent, then began to savor one toe, then the other, with his wet mouth, and began to lick the bottom of my foot with his tongue. My, did it feel erotic. I felt even wetter as he caressed and nipped my foot with his teeth, feeling his heavy breathing on my toes, making me feel hotter and hornier at the same time.
A man and a woman, together, showed up during our foot play and watched Jesse lick my feet. The woman turned to me and asked, “Can I touch you?” And I nodded my head, and answered with a breathy “yes”. She lightly touched my thigh with her hand, and as Jesse continued to kiss my foot, she leaned over and ventured into the inside of my thigh, and I felt the ticklish sensation of her nails and fingertips. Wow, did it feel good. I closed my eyes, and felt three hands on me, Jesse’s hands on my feet, and the woman’s hand getting closer and closer towards my pussy…
I felt her fingers lightly touch my clit, and she began to rub it gently. My pussy was dripping with wetness, and I could lightly feel her fingertips brush the entrance of my vagina, then moving towards my clit to rub it slowly and softly. I felt my back arching, my wrists beginning to chafe from the binds, but I was enjoying myself, moaning loudly with pleasure. A few minutes later, her hand disappeared, and I felt Jesse’s weight over me.
I opened my eyes again, and there was a crowd of people surrounding our bed. Out of a small instance of sanity, I quickly counted the people around the bed. Oh my god, there’s twelve people watching me!! Wow!! I said to myself. They were quiet, intently watching us have our fun, and I felt myself enjoying the fact that there was an audience. I felt like a live porn star in sex fantasy land, baring everything and not feeling the slightest bit of shame with what I was doing. I was enjoying the fact that there were twelve sets of eyes watching me, all getting horny by the sight of watching Jesse get me off while I was tied to a headboard. It was very exhilarating, nothing like I had ever felt before. It made me realize the power of being able to hold people by the palm of your hand by having sex in front of them, and stopping them dead in your tracks by your bareness and your sensuality. I had begun to finally realize that power, and I was loving every second of it.
Jesse’s hand began to touch my pussy. I felt his fingers slide into my dripping pussy, massaging my hungry clit with his fingers, rubbing them quickly as I moaned louder and louder, arching my back even more from the power of that climax, and then he slowed down for me to catch my breath. He took his hand away and slapped my ass, and slapped it hard a few times, as I screamed because of the painful pleasure. He was teasing me with his hand, slapping my thighs a few more times, as I screamed loud in the room, loving every second of it.
He focused on my clit again, rubbing it more and more, but then, I felt a foreign hand on my breast, pinching my nipple REALLY HARD. “This is how you touch a girl’s boob!” a woman’s voice said. I moaned in pain, and I opened my eyes with the shock that someone had touched me without my permission. Jesse looked at me with a worried look, and I looked at him with a “let’s ignore it” look on my face. He continued on with his touching, but once again I felt that same heavy hand on my breast, pinching it harder and shaking it to where it ached.
Jesse asked, “Should I tell her to stop?”
I whispered, “No, let’s just ignore her again, but if she does it again, tell her to stop, my boob is hurting.”
It didn’t stop there. She reached over a third time, making me scream in pain, and Jesse pulled her arm away, angrily. “Can you please stop touching her?” he demanded to the woman.
The woman gave him an annoying look, and walked away. I was livid, angry that she broke my moment while I was enjoying my time. Jesse pouted at me and apologized for not stopping her sooner, but it wasn’t his fault, I had told him to ignore her anyway. So we continued with our foreplay, but it wasn’t the same. I was angry as fuck, I was so so pissed that this woman had the balls to hurt someone without asking, especially in a sex club. I was even more pissed that she broke the first rule of conduct, hopefully she would get kicked out.
So Jesse and I decided to finish getting me off because I had lost the mood. We quickly went back to our foreplay, and I ended up squirting on the bed, feeling wonderful that I had come. But I was still really, really pissed. We quickly got up, and informed someone what had happened…turned out, we got a free pass in the end, so there was some consolation…
We put back on our clothes and decided to walk around the club again to see if there were any new acts to watch…and again we ventured back into the S&M basement…
Part III is soon to follow!!
Wednesday, January 21, 2009
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!!
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!!
Saturday, January 17, 2009
Sexcapade Files #1, New Year’s Day 2009 - Let’s “bang” in the New Year, nympho-style
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