Wild Sex Clubs – The Secrets they Hold

Wild Sex Clubs always have a secret waiting to be told

On a steamy night in South Florida, my friend Rachel and I took my latest fuck-toy, Ben, to a wild sex club. The club has multiple levels, and as you go higher, the atmosphere gets more exciting. Wild Miami nightclubs are amazing. We started the night off at Rachel’s reserved table on the first floor.

We drank Champagne and took in the sight of all the beautiful young people streaming into the club. Rachel and I stroked Ben’s thighs to keep him sexually charged. We had easy access because the little red cocktail dress we bought him earlier that day was super short. Ben’s cock was already oozing pre-cum. His dress was translucent, making his lacy red bra and panty set visible, along with his creamy bulge.

After sipping Champagne like it was New Year’s, and enjoying caviar, one of the servers brought us to the elevator and took us to the second floor of this wild sex club. There, several gorgeous, scantily clad women were performing erotic burlesque dancing on stage.

Ben was mesmerized as he watched them seductively remove most of their clothing. One of the dancers was a beautiful, long-legged Brazilian girl. She had a perfect caramel complexion, and she glowed. Her breasts were pert with pointy nipples, and her ass was full and juicy.

We were seated on a plush blue velvet sofa with a low-slung table in front of us.

Several bottles of Dom Perignon sat in buckets of ice, and plenty of champagne flutes were on the table. After her set, the long-legged dancer came over to our table and ran her hands through Ben’s hair.  Her name was Scarlett, and she happily accepted a glass of Dom. Rachel and I moved over so that she could sit next to Ben. As they chatted, she leaned over him and started to nibble on Ben’s ear. I could see him shiver with pleasure as the goosebumps began to rise. I couldn’t help but notice her nice voluptuous breasts, which even made me wet.

Then she softly stroked his face and guided his chin towards hers. They began to make out, making Rachel and I wet just from watching this delicate act of intimacy. Somehow, all the wild sex club’s noise faded into the background. It seemed like we were watching a private movie. Scarlett was captivating because she moved with the grace of a ballerina and the directness of a man.

After their steamy make-out session, Scarlett pushed the straps of Ben’s dress down and kissed his shoulders.

Then she moved his dress down further until it slipped past his lacy strapless bra. Rachel adjusted his bra just a little so that his nipples were poking out.  Then she licked and bit them. Ben’s hips started to buck. Rachel and I thought he was going to cum without anyone touching his cock. But, at just the right moment, Scarlett stopped and handed him his champagne glass.

They cuddled and sipped from their glasses for a bit, and then Scarlett straddled Ben. Still unclothed from her time on stage, she fed him one nipple and then the other. Then she stood up and guided his tongue down to her pubic bone, which Ben kissed and nibbled on before Scarlett slowly started to push down her panties.

The first sight was a luxurious reddish-brown top bush. Scarlett brought Ben’s face to her bush and made him nuzzle and inhale it. Then she pushed her panties down further, and much to Ben’s surprise (and mine too), was a nice thick cock that had been tucked away. Before Ben could react, Scarlett put that cock in his mouth and started to fuck his face right in the middle of the wild sex club.

So, what did I say about wild sex clubs here in South Florida?

You will have to wait until next time to hear what happened next. And get the details of our trip to the third floor of the wild sex club unless, of course, you want to call me, and I can tell you all about it!

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