Climax Club: I get a Cum Shower at the Billionaires' Swinger Party on the Beach: Swinger Fun and Depraved Orgies, #1

By Zoe Freud

At this billionaires' party, you get a cum shower instead of a champagne shower!

 

23-year-old Elif and her best friend Mia want to sneak into the beach party at the Climax Club. No one knows exactly what's going on in there—only that depraved group sex orgies are routinely celebrated in this exclusive billionaires' club. The two friends manage to sneak in, but right away the security staff realizes that Elif and Mia have no business being at the club.

 

Their only hope: Billionaires Matthew O'Leary and Francesco di Salerno. Matthew is a world-renowned surgeon, Francesco a successful art dealer. And as if that weren't enough, they're both freaking handsome as well. The four go on to negotiate a deal that will benefit everyone involved....

 

The result is a wild swinger party on the beach. Elif and Mia get it on not only with Matt and Francesco, but also with so many other powerful and handsome billionaires that they lose count. Things get a little rough at times as well, since those dominant billionaires know exactly what they want. And at the very end, instead of the champagne shower she expected, Elif gets a shower of an entirely different kind...

 

This 7,800 word-long erotic short story is chock-full of group sex. Whether in the sand or in the jacuzzi, Elif, Mia, and the other party guests are doing it everywhere. Of course, they also swap partners. If you also like summer, beaches, and hot swinger sex with dominant billionaires, then this erotic story should be right up your alley. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Zoe Freud
• Release date: Sep 24, 2023
• ISBN: 9798223246817

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CLIMAX CLUB: I GET A CUM SHOWER AT THE BILLIONAIRES' SWINGER PARTY ON THE BEACH

Zoe Freud

CLIMAX CLUB: I GET A CUM SHOWER AT THE BILLIONAIRES' SWINGER PARTY ON THE BEACH

DO SOMETHING, MIA, they'll catch us!

I knew from the beginning that it was a stupid idea to sneak into Climax Club. Because only billionaires were allowed to enter. And, of course, the hand-picked group of young women who were there to satisfy the sexual desires of the rich gentlemen in attendance. Of course, they were paid handsomely for their services.

I loved my best friend Mia for her lively spontaneity. But it was exactly this spontaneity that sometimes got us into dicey situations—and this one was by far the diciest we’d been in in a long time.

The club was located on the beach and had an outdoor area that was protected from prying eyes by a wall. I had helped Mia climb over the wall, and then she somehow found a side entrance through which she let me in.

But then we noticed a problem we hadn’t expected: all the girls in the club wore colored ribbons around their wrists—except us. One of the security guys had noticed this and he and several of his colleagues were now on our heels. If they caught us, they’d throw us out, no doubt about that.

But we didn't mean any harm! We just wanted to see for ourselves how a group of billionaires celebrated a steamy, unrestrained swinger party. Maybe there’d even be a champagne shower for us? I’d love to experience something like that!

If we can’t come up with something right now, the party's over for us before it even started! I yelled, panting, as I stumbled after Mia, who was dragging me behind by the hand. Not far from us, I heard the shouts of the security guards, who seemed to swarm out in all directions now.

We turned a corner—and Mia stopped so suddenly that I crashed into her, knocking her over. I fell right on top of her. Groaning, I got up and helped my friend back to her feet.

We were standing in some sort of open-air bar right on the beach. Here, the sex party was already in full swing: men and women sat in large beach chairs, lounged on deck chairs or lay in the warm sand and were getting it on together. Almost everyone was butt naked. Here was a couple going down on each other in the sand, over there were two men and a woman doing it on a table, and another group that had settled a little further away from us even seemed to comprise six or seven people banging each other—I couldn’t see it clearly in the dim light of the torches that stuck in the ground all around.

But what I could see clearly was the mayor of our city, whose face everybody knew: right in front of us, he was lying stark naked