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He Shoots, He Scores in My Mouth! 6 Men Could Win My Body For The Night After an NHL Playoff Game
I was covered in sperm & pee by the end of the game and the ‘rough’ guy won the right to use my naked body for the night! [Sex Confession]
I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and teen slut. Yes, teen slut! And I’m proud of it! Sex is good. And girls who love sex shouldn’t have to hide and pretend to be “pure.” Sex is pure! And naked skin is natural.
I volunteered to be a cock pleasuring toy for my friend’s husband and five of his buddies during a testosterone-filled weekend of televised sports: a Miami Heat NBA playoff game on Saturday night and an all-Florida NHL playoff game on Sunday afternoon.
I’ve already shared a report on what they did with me (and to me) on Saturday, May 21.
Event after event, my friend Madison and her husband, Darnell, come up with new ways of using me as a submissive fuck toy, nude piece of art, or live entertainer. I don’t know where they get all their ideas, but… They keep me pretty well satisfied, sexually!
That is, satisfied in my own twisted ways. I almost never get to climax. I can trust them to make sure I really feel ‘used’ as a cock pleasuring toy, and I sure see a lot of naked cocks in and around me! I love it like that. I could have loving sex with a boyfriend anytime I wanted. There were always guys my age interested in me. Boring! Because with Madison & Darnell, I was getting to live unique, mind-blowing sexual experiences.
About an hour before the Sunday afternoon NHL playoff game, Madison got me out of my cage, gave me a minute to stretch my leg, and then got me dressed in my typical apparel when I am at their house: naked, except for jewelry and high-heeled shoes.
Then Darnell got me to sit on a patio chair he had set in the sand next to the pool deck. He tied my hands on both armrests and my ankles to the front legs of the chair, leaving my young, tight pussy well exposed.
After that, I got to discover a new piece of gear: an open-mouth o-ring gag with nipple clamps attached to it. I googled it just now to figure out how to call that thing! They had used a ball gag on me many times before. The feeling of wearing this one was similar, except that it forced my mouth to be opened more than with a regular ball gag, and there was a hole giving access to my mouth.
The other new thing was… The nipple clamps. I had prior experience with men beating my nipples, but never with clamps attached to a ball gag. Madison locked eyes with me as she snapped them on my nipples. I held my breath, but it wasn’t as bad as I expected. In fact, it was a pretty comforting feeling, and it sure didn’t hurt like when men bit on them!
I gotta say that during the entire game, when the guys came in front of me with their cocks out, I felt more naked with my tits squeezed in these claws. It’s impossible to forget that my nipples are being on display for somebody else’s visual pleasure.
Just before the start of the NHL playoff game, Darnell brought his five buddies outside for Madison to explain the rules of the new sex event. During the whole game, the guys were welcome to visit me any time they wanted to “shoot & score” in my mouth, using “anything that comes out of their hose.” That’s how Madison explained it.
I had been covered in sperm many times before. And swallowed loads of it! That was fine. However, I had never been a big fan of pee in my mouth. Yet, the idea of having these cocks pointing at my naked body regularly all afternoon made it exciting to me. Besides, I wanted to get used to swallowing pee just like I was comfortable eating sperm, so that was the day for it! Perfect.
“I will spend the afternoon on the deck here,” Madison said, “and I’ll score your performance based on how often you do it and how well you reach the goal!”
She wanted them to use me regularly as a cum bucket or a urinal. I could already imagine how I would look at the end of the afternoon, covered in pee and sperm!
“At the end of the game, the player with the highest score wins the slut for the night!” Madison continued to explain. “After she’s been cleaned, of course. If you want her cleaned, that is.”
What the fuck?!
I wondered what she meant by one of them getting me for the night. Was I going to spend the night at another man’s house? Clearly, I was not the only one with that question.
“You’ll have to sleep here, of course. I am not letting my sex toy out of this house!” Darnell clarified.
Pieces of conversation are recalled from memory. They may not be 100% accurate, but this event happened recently, so I think my recollection of it is pretty accurate.“Fuck that! Darnell will win with that judge!” one guy said.
Madison cleared up that Darnell could not take part in the contest, and besides, he could “fuck the slut” anytime he wanted.
Basketball is much more popular than hockey in the USA, or I was a much better attraction on Sunday than I had been on Saturday for the NBA game, because I didn’t have many breaks during the NHL game. It was one hose after the other, shooting at my mouth. Madison only gave me two brief breaks when she removed the o-ring gag to give me crackers and water.
Otherwise, it seemed like the idea of masturbating in front of a tied-down blonde naked woman was exciting to these men, and so I ended up covered in sperm pretty quickly.
They were not all very good at shooting, though. Thankfully, Madison had put swimming goggles over my eyes because the sperm in them would not have been fun. The problem with that was… Fogging. I quickly lost sight of who was in front of me and what they were doing. I didn’t get to enjoy seeing the parade of cocks, which made me feel even more like a piece of furniture.
In fact, it was torture for me. I enjoy watching men when they use my body, and on that day, I couldn’t see a thing. They were getting their kick. I wasn’t getting mine. But recently, I discovered that intense pain was also a pleasure. And the internal pain on that day made me feel like… I don’t know. A urinal? Not that a urinal feels anything. But you know what I mean.
When Blaze came, though, I couldn’t miss knowing it was him because he constantly covered me with insults about being a blonde on top of showering me with sperm and pee. Most of the time, when the pee ended up in my mouth, it was Blaze. He clearly wanted to win the contest by accumulating points for both frequency and accuracy.
That guy had been rough with me the day before, and the idea that he would win me for the night was getting me scared. And excited to be scared.
“I will pull that blonde hair so hard while fucking your ass all night, you will beg me to stop, but… You will be mine!” he said at one point.
For the record, everybody involved in sex games at Madison’s house knows about my safe word.
I knew the hockey game was over when I heard all the guys chatting together outside.
“So she’s mine, isn’t she?” Blaze asked.
Madison shared the ranking results, and, of course, Blaze was Number One by a long shot — pun intended. She asked him if he wanted me cleaned up before the night while she removed the swim goggles, letting me see the guys, finally. Only Blaze was staring at me.
They literally covered me in sperm and pee, and not just all over my face. My arms and legs were also dripping.
“Of course!” he said. “I’m not playing with… That thing… Like that! But let her marinate in it for now. Fucking blondes! That’s all they are… Dumb cum buckets!”
Madison looked at me with interrogating eyes, and I nodded.
So I “marinated” in cum and pee for a couple of hours. Although Madison removed the o-ring ball gag from my mouth, she kept the nipple clamps in place. Actually, she unclamped and re-clamped each one while locking eyes with me. Pain. I wanted her. Badly! I hadn’t had sex with her in such a long time!
While the guys drank beer by the pool, I was on display for them to be amused. On top of my tits being clamped, my arms and ankles were still tied to the chair, my body dripping in sperm. Cum had flown down my face, boobs, and belly and was covering my pussy. I was sitting in gooey stuff diluted with the yellow stuff. It stank! And they all had a big grin on their face when looking at the blonde marinating in their male juice.
Men are beasts. They just hide it well in society.
No matter how much we’ve grown as a society, men still enjoy sexually dominating women when given the opportunity. I figured I was doing a service to mankind by letting them express their bestiality with me. Vent it out, guys!
After the guys went inside for pizza, Madison untied me and helped me to an outside cold shower, which we had found was the best first step to dealing with sperm on the skin. It’s a good thing cum is a decent treatment for skin and hair, so they say.
Once I was presentable, we made it to the kitchen, where the pizza was all gone. Madison asks the guys to bring the cage back in. She wasn’t giving up on having me in a pet role for the weekend.
As soon as the cage got in, she handcuffed my hands behind my back and signaled me to get in.
“You know where to find your pet for the night,” Madison told Blaze. “She won’t run away!”
I stayed in the cage while the group spent their evening partly in the kitchen, with me on display, and partly in the living room.
Madison asked if I was hungry. I figured she would have served me bowls of sperm again. But I already had a fair dose of protein and yellow liquid in my belly. And I wasn’t hungry.
At bedtime, Madison came to my cage with Blaze, got me out, and asked him if she should leave the handcuffs on or remove them.
“Oh! Keep those hands locked. I only need her ass and her mouth,” he replied while grabbing me by the hair and dragging me to his bedroom. As he pushed me inside his guest bedroom, I looked at Madison and winked to reassure her. She was smiling, which made me want her even more. She loved having men use my body almost as much as I loved having sex with her.
As soon as the bedroom door was closed, Blaze disrobed, pushed my face first on the bed, raised my hips, and shoved his cock inside my ass. Once he was all in, he kept holding my hips with one hand and used the other to grab my hair. And as he promised, he pulled on it harder than anybody had done. My hands were handcuffed behind my back, so my hair held my entire body, making it hurt even more.
And I was surprised.
Since the beginning of the weekend, Blaze had been the most ‘rough’ with me, and I dreaded a bit the idea of being used by him all night. It turned out he was, indeed, rough right from the get-go. And yet, I was… I can’t describe the feeling. All I know is… I got even more convinced I was born to be a sex slave because it was awesome to feel the pain of being used. That man had full power over my body and used it for his personal pleasure with no apologies, making it clear that I was a fuck toy, pulling my hair, fucking my ass, and calling me names.
It was even more exciting to me to know that Madison had seen me go into that room. She was next door, probably having loving sex with her husband, thinking about my body being used by Blaze. It made me wet.
I didn’t sleep much. Every time Blazed appeared to be done with my body, and I snoozed, he would go at it again. That man had shocking stamina, and contrary to most men I knew, he could get an erection back pretty soon after ejaculating.
But a lack of erection didn’t even stop him. Regularly, after ejaculating, he had me lick his balls and rim his ass. He couldn’t get enough of me. Or he couldn’t get enough of degrading a blonde! Something like that. Either way, it was about me.
I lost count of how many times he came inside my body — about half and a half between my mouth and my ass. He couldn’t care less about my pussy for some reason.
Eventually, he stopped. It was probably way past 3 AM by then. I was sore on my legs, my skull, my ass, and my jaws.
When I woke up on Monday morning, I was alone in bed. Still sore. Still handcuffed. But that bed was better than the cage!
Eventually, Madison showed up. She untied my hands to let me have a shower. Then she ‘decorated’ me again, as she calls it: high heels, a new set of dangling earrings, a necklace, and new nipple clamps.
Snapping my nipples inside these clamps gave her the biggest smile. She then kissed me romantically for a long time before bringing me down to the kitchen.
Darnell’s three buddies from New York City were still here. I thought they were supposed to be visiting only for the weekend.
Madison must have seen an interrogation mark on my face because she said: “They’re staying one more day. Tonight, there’s both a Miami Heat and a Florida Panthers game. Two for one!”
So our plan for a testosterone-filled weekend with an NBA playoff game on Saturday evening and an NHL playoff game on Sunday afternoon got extended significantly. First, it started early on Friday, with me spending the night in a cage. Then it extended into me being “won” by Blaze for the night of Sunday to Monday and, now… What? 24 more hours as a piece of meat.
So… What happened on Monday? A lot of ‘first times’! Two cocks at the same time in each one of my three holes, a nude massage by a male massage therapist by the pool, and… I used my safe word for the first (and, so far, only) time. Oh, and I cried!
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