Sexcapade #44: Porn Star of the Evening - The Sex Club Experience #2 (Part II)

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Sexcapade Files #38: The Five-Inched Schizo

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Sexcapade Files #37: Bootleg Celebrity

During the time of the “Red Room Era”, a certain guest came for a special interview about his work with the Chippendale dancers. This sexy man – who will remain anonymous, but for the sake of the story, his name will be “Jeremy” – also made his living working as an specific celebrity impersonator – who will also remain nameless. So here goes the inside story:

Jeremy arrived there on time to start the interview when there's a bit of a delay – our tech crew was late (AGAIN), and we're waiting for them to arrive to the studio to set up for the broadcast. Lexxi, Jeremy and I were waiting in the patio area, smoking cigarettes, when we start talking about the show, getting ourselves prepped up, we're in a “sex mode”. We end up talking about a lot of sexy topics, from porn to our sexcapades, and to get the mood in gear, watching porn on the TV. Jeremy was in quite a mood that he suggested that we start “playing around”.

Jeremy laid down on the bed sideways, with his feet touching the floor, his pants crumpled down to his calves. Lexxi straddled his waist while still wearing her sexy bejeweled thong, and began to grind him, dry humping him through his underwear, rubbing him back and forth, her hips gyrating on his hard dick. He pleaded for her to fuck him, but she refused, her hips dancing on top of him, as I watch them both.

Not wanting to feel out of the loop, I tell Lexxi to pull out her right breast from her bra, and while she's straddling him, I'm sucking her breast, licking her brown areola in circles, teasing her nipple into a hard nub and then sucking on it for a little while. To be honest, it was kinda hot – not that it was a woman who I was doing it to, but the whole situation of me, another guy, and another girl. Could this be the start of a three-way? I wondered.

I couldn't stand it any longer, just sucking a nipple. I wanted to suck a dick more than anything. So I got down in between Jeremy's knees and asked Lexxi to move herself so I could pull down his underwear.

What I saw was nothing out of the ordinary. He was shaved (thank god), but he was of average girth and kind of on the thin side. However, as I got closer, I smelled a nice sweet smell of coconut on his dick, so it was definitely an appealing scent – he knew how to take care of himself.

I took his dick by the shaft and licked his dick. My, was it a soft and sweet-tasting dick. I had NEVER tasted a dick that good before. It didn't smell of ball-sweat at all – just the sweet taste of coconut lotion. I was so glad that this was a man who knew how to groom himself, to know that moisturizing your cock wasn't such a bad thing!!

So while Lexxi was riding him on top, (apparently she was also trying to kiss his neck) her ass was so close to hitting me while I was trying to suck him, but she kept on riding him like a pro. My tongue began to explore his coconut-scented cock, licking his shaft, swirling around his head, my mouth massaging his balls, all the while having a great time, the three of us messing around on the bed.

Suddenly, we hear a knock on the door – the tech crew is here! “Oh shit!” we all scrambled off the bed and got ourselves situated, Lexxi and Jeremy both went to the bathroom, while I let the tech crew come in to get set up, we tried to cover up that anything happened before they got there.

We went on with the interview, but the three of us definitely had something on our minds – we have to finish this sexcapade off. So we decided to take a really long break, played some music for a while, and got ourselves situated on the bed again.

So as Lexxi was riding him again, I tried to make out with him. Man, was he a horrible kisser – his tongue was so inflexible, how it was poking in and out of my mouth, his mouth barely moved – it made me feel like I was making out with a lizard (which was the same feedback I got from Lexxi later on about this sexcapade). After a while, I got bored and went back to his coconut-scented cock again.

This time, I was in that zone, where I wanted this guy to get off as soon as possible, to kind of show him how this sex business is done by the two “sexperts”. I began to stroke his cock in my hands, but as I jerked him with one hand, my mouth created a vacuum on his head, my lips sucked as hard as I could, while my hand jerked him quickly. I felt him gyrate his hips a bit, and then suddenly, he shoots hot liquid cum in my mouth, and I caught it all, his cum tasting clean mixed in with the coconut scent of his cock, swallowing all of his juices.

After his cock ceased from jerking from his post-ejaculation, he quickly pulls his pants up and we say our goodbyes so he can get to his next engagement. We quickly finish out the show with another 15 minutes on the air, then we sign off to get to a club somewhere in the downtown area.

So I can finally say that I've sucked off an “almost” celebrity, or rather a bootleg one at that! :-)

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.

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.

Sexcapade Files #1, New Year’s Day 2009 - Let’s “bang” in the New Year, nympho-style

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