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8 Guys Had Me In a Hotel Room as a Cock-Pleasuring Toy For a Week: Part 1
Fucking a sleeping girl. Paying tips with my lips. Sex & choking. Beer bottles as dildos up my ass & pussy. [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.
This is Part One of a full week of sex adventures while I was a naked pet in a bare hotel room to which many guys had a key. My job was to wait to be used & shared! I had to split this sex report into 5 parts to cover the whole week.
Check the events of the entire series here and pick the parts that excite you the most!
The more brutal stuff happened at the end of the week when the guys became entirely comfortable with not being gentlemen. But they had fun with my body all week.
Being Prepped To Be a Naked Sex Doll in a Bare Hotel Room With Nothing Else To Do But Wait
My friend Madison opened the door to the hotel suite and nudged me in. Five of the eight guys who had used and shared my body as a winning prize after the Super Bowl followed her in. Three of them had to go home. After all, it was around 4 AM on Monday!
Madison had booked this luxurious suite and an adjacent room for a week and gotten eight keys. The plan was for me to remain in that room as a sex pet to be visited by any of the guys whenever they wanted, to do whatever they wanted. She said she would ensure her husband got the keys to the three guys who had to leave after using my body at her beach house.
Madison told me to undress which, in my case, always means the simple gesture of letting my sundress drop to the floor. I would say that 95% of the time, I wear a sundress with nothing else — when I am wearing clothes, that is. So doing my laundry is never a big job! She had me keep the stiletto shoes, though. Those men, like most men, liked their fuck toy in high heels! And I liked it too.
On Kool 105.5, a Palm Beach radio station, a couple of weeks ago, the morning show host asked: “If you are naked and want to feel more naked, what do you do? Put some shoes on!”
That’s how I’ve always felt, but I also regularly wondered if it was something particular to my twisted brain. But apparently not. It seems like many other people feel more nude than nude when wearing nothing but shoes! So maybe I am not that unique after all, or like somebody once said: I’m unique, just like everybody else!
Two guys left after a quick tour of the suite. Meanwhile, Madison pulled me to the adjacent room. I barely had time to see the suite, but enough to know it was luxurious and nothing compared to the small room she brought me into.
She gave orders to the three remaining guys. They unplugged the phone and brought it to the suite along with the television remote control. Madison said she wanted the room to be as bare as I was.
They picked up all bedsheets, pillows, towels, and bathrobes. I started to see where this was going, and it got me excited.
She wasn’t kidding about making the room “bare’. She took the coffee machine and all cups and glasses, including those in the bathroom, and asked the guys to move the minibar to the suite.
Then Madison left basic toiletries on the bathroom counter: a toothbrush, toothpaste, nail polish, a hair brush, and everything I needed to keep my body well shaved. She didn’t leave me tampons but knew it wasn’t my week. I’m like a sex toy for which she had read all the operating instructions! She owed me and knew everything about me. I had no more secrets.
In the end, she put the ‘Do Not Disturb’ sign on the door. I had heard her give instructions to the front desk people when we checked in. She asked for daily housekeeping in the suite but insisted nobody was to go in the adjacent room.
The three guys stood there, awaiting further instructions. Madison had mysterious commanding powers. People always did what she asked. On that front, we were opposites. I always let people do whatever they wanted.
She told the guys to always put me back in my room before leaving if they had taken me to the suite.
“Wow! She has nothing to do?” one guy asked. “Not even the internet?”
“What does a pet do when the masters are not home? They wait!” she replied.
“What about food?”
“She can drink water from the faucet,” Madison answered. “For food, sperm is good! You don’t want her to get fat, do you?” she added, pinching my skin at the waist. I’ve always been fairly skinny and in good shape. I enjoy being used by men, so I try to keep my body as desirable as possible to them.
For instance, with all the pee and sperm that end up on me, I’ve often thought about cutting my hair short, but men seem to like long hair. It gives them something to pull on, especially when banging my ass. And some men even used my long hair as a rag to wipe their cock after sex. A group of old men even used it to wipe fish blood from the deck of a deepsea fishing boat while hanging me by the feet!
Do men like to be rough with me because I am a young, good-looking blonde, and they have something against blondes? Or is it just how they are when given the freedom to act on their darkest impulses, regardless of the woman? Let me know what you think in the comments below, please. I only know how men behave with me.
The conversations are recalled from memory, so they may not be 100% accurate, but the gist is there.
Two of the guys left at the same time as Madison. They said they had to go home to change before going to work. So I was left with only one gorilla.
Fucking a Sleeping Girl
I stood in the middle of my bare room, in my high heels, my naked tits pointing at him and wondering what he wanted. He looked around with a gigantic grin, shaking his head. He then asked me to go to bed on that mattress with no bedsheets or pillows. It was so weird!
I’m an exhibitionist. I love being nude. But that night, I discovered I craved having sheets covering my body to sleep. Strange!
He asked me to wiggle my body and act as if I was tossing around in my sleep. So I did, keeping my eyes open just enough so they looked closed while I could see his face. He seemed fascinated, and that gave me shivers. It was an exhibitionist’s dream come true! A man was entirely focused on looking at my naked body while I twisted it around for him to see it from all angles, sometimes exposing my bald pussy and other time my butthole.
“Be dead. Sleeping!” he ordered.
He dropped his pants, grabbed my feet, and pulled me to the side of the bed. I tried to be as jelly-like as possible as if I was in a deep sleep — or dead. I wasn’t sure which one of the two was the fantasy that was getting his cock hard.
With my ass on the edge of the bed, he flipped me over — and god, did I enjoy it! I love strong men flipping me and tossing me around like a fuck doll to satisfy their sexual needs.
He went on his knees and pushed his cock inside my butthole. My ass still hurt from the non-stop banging it had gotten at Madison’s house, but that actually made me moan. There is definitively a masochist side to me!
He slapped my ass and told me to shut up and “be dead.” I obeyed the best I could while he grabbed my hair and thrust his cock in and out of my ass. I wondered why. It was the same thing he and his buddies had done all night at Madison’s house. He could have done anything he wanted with my body, but he chose to give me a beating through my ass again. Some men really crave asses!
I get the feeling that a large number of men want to fuck a woman in the ass, but their wives won’t let them do it. It’s their loss! And more cocks for my ass!
He quickly got to the point of ejaculation. He pulled his rod out of my butthole and shot his male juice on my back. I continued to play dead. He then grabbed my hair and wiped his cock. As I said, I'm pretty sure men have a thing for blonde hair!
He then pulled my head up. I did my best to play dead. While holding my hair with one hand, he squeezed my cheeks with the other and said something like: “Good doll! I should get one for home.”
He let go of my hair, and I fell to the floor. I heard him close the door to the suite while leaving. I stayed on the floor the way he had dropped me, wondering how the week would be, and that’s how I fell asleep. I’ve slept on the floor or in a cage so many times while playing the role of a sex pet that nowadays, I can readily sleep on a hard surface.
Being Abandoned, Nude & Alone in a Bare Hotel Room
When I woke up, it was sunny outside, but that didn’t tell me much about how long I had slept since the ass-fucking guy probably left around 5 AM. I stood up and looked for a clock. There was none!
I peeked outside, trying to gauge in which part of the day we were, but I couldn’t tell. The sun was on the other side of the building, and I didn’t have a balcony, just a window.
I went under the shower head. Madison had left me soap and shampoo, but afterward, I had no towel to dry my body. I stood in the bathtub for a while, and once the dripping slowed, I simply stepped out of the bathroom, still wet. I sat my naked ass on the living room area table to brush my hair because I didn’t want to wet my only bed.
Once that was done, I didn’t know what to do. I wondered why she had left me nail polish and nothing else, but that got me busy for a little while as I did my fingernails and toenails.
And again, once that was done, I didn’t know what to do. I didn’t have a phone or any access to the internet. I tried to find a way to turn the television on, but it proved to be impossible to do without the remote control.
I checked the door leading to the suite. Like in every hotel, I couldn’t access it unless somebody opened it from the suite side. I opened the door to the corridor and stood naked in the doorway. There was nobody, not even the housekeeping staff.
So I wasn’t in a real jail. Technically, I could step out of my room and even get out of the hotel, but I would have to do that naked! I smiled at the idea but closed the door and told my brain to forget about that option. Instead, I wanted to be a submissive sex pet awaiting instructions.
I was hungry. Starving, in fact! On Sunday afternoon, I had some small leftover snacks and a good load of sperm in the evening, but… I needed more.
That starving situation provided me with one more proof that I am a spermivore! As I was sitting on the bed hungry, I was craving sperm. I could almost feel the gooey stuff on my tongue. And hell! I was so hungry; lukewarm pee would even have been good! I just needed to swallow something. But there was nothing and no phone to call room service.
I drank water from the faucet. Then I lay down on the bed, and it felt weird again. I instinctively wanted bedsheets as soon as my body touched the mattress. Since I had plenty of time, I tried taking a nap on the floor and then on the bed to experiment with the need for bedsheets. I had time!
On the floor, I wasn’t looking for anything to cover my body. On the bed, I was. The brain can be weird sometimes, and, for sure, habits have a significant influence.
It was only after a couple of weeks of being naked during a month-long nudity challenge that my brain stopped thinking about clothes. It eventually totally felt natural to be in the nude. The same thing happened when I volunteered to be a naked pet on all fours for a mouth, being fed only with sperm and water. It eventually became natural. So much so that when Madison told me I had succeeded in my month-long pet challenge, I did not even think of standing up until a while later.
I decided to use this week as an opportunity to teach my body to sleep without bedsheets. It made me smile to think of the various occasions where that would be fun, like when sharing a room with guys during a dive trip. I suddenly wanted to go back on a dive trip!
I snoozed on and off, on the floor and the bare bed, until I eventually noticed it was dark outside. I sat cross-legged on the bed with my pussy facing the door. I felt lonely. I needed sperm in my mouth, and I needed to be used. My ass still hurt from the post-Super Bowl party, and yet, I wanted more. More and now!
But nobody came. I walked around the room, looked outside, brushed my hair, did some yoga and stretching, and even workout by doing some exercises for which I didn’t need specialized equipment. I especially like to work daily on my abs. Men seem to enjoy that flat belly I have between my round boobs and the crack between my legs.
I was going crazy, stir-crazy. Why weren’t these eight men coming to pleasure themselves with my body?
I only snoozed on and off that night, and as the night went by, I became more restless and frustrated. Did they know it was for real? I wondered if Madison had been clear enough that they could come anytime they wanted and do anything they wanted with my body. Maybe they forgot about me after going back to their wives?
Tuesday was the same as Monday, except that frustration gave way to sadness. I fear getting old and not being wanted anymore. Was I too old already? Is mid-20 the end of my wild sexual adventures?
I sat on the bed and remembered men who had used me in my teenage years and the one to whom I gave away my virginity.
I wasn’t as starving as the day before, though. My body seems to adapt to pretty much anything, including being starved, being fed only sperm, and being used and shared. I honestly think I was designed to be a sex toy. It must be in my DNA. But how come nobody wanted to play with the toy?
It was nighttime, and I had resigned myself to spending another night alone, ignored and unused, when I heard a noise in the suite, then the door between the suite and my jail room opened. It was Darnell, Madison’s husband. My heart skipped a beat. Finally somebody! And I love Darnell.
Paying Tips With My Lips On Cocks
Madison, Darnell, and I have a special relationship. Over the years, he came to love me as much as he loves his wife, I think. And Madison doesn’t mind. She is into voyeurism, and she enjoys seeing her husband banging me. I was one lucky girl!
I stood up by the bed. He hugged me while lifting me, and we kissed like two romantic lovers. He was built like a football player and lifted me like I would raise a pillow.
“Let me order food,” he said while dropping me. “Are you hungry? When did the guys last feed you?”
“No!” I interrupted him while sliding my hands inside his board shorts to push them down. “I neeeeeed protein!”
He didn’t move and let me get to work. With his shorts on the floor, I kneeled in front of him and raised his already half-hard cock up to give me room to lick his balls. I then licked underneath the rod all the way to the head, where I swirled my tongue a few times at the base of the head. By then, I had a big black hard cock in front of me — the one that had been inside each one of my holes so many times over the last couple of years.
I’ll spare you the details because I’ve found out that most of you guys prefer to hear the parts where my body receives a beating by wild male animals. It’s OK! I like it too, and I think of you when it happens.
I worshipped his cock until I got what I wanted: a whole load of warm sperm freshly out of the factory. Then, remaining on my knees in front of him, I placed my hands palms up in the traditional submissive position, but he gently pulled me up.
“Seriously, let’s order food!”
“I’m fine!” I insisted, and then with a giggle, I added: “Maybe a bit more before you leave?”
But he ignored me. Instead, he handed me the high heel shoes I had taken off shortly after being abandoned, naked, in that hotel room in the wee hours of Monday morning.
“Dress up for dinner,” he said, and we both cracked up laughing.
I don’t know why he laughed, but for me, it was funny that “dressing up” nowadays meant putting on high-heel shoes! My status as a sex pet came with being a nude piece of art on display at their house pretty much anytime they had guests over, male or female. Shoes are the only thing I ever wear at their home.
I followed him to the suite. It was so big compared to my jail room! I walked all around, visiting the place, while he ordered room service.
While we waited for food, he pulled me onto his knees and caressed my hair. He asked me if I was OK, and we talked about the sex party after the Super Bowl. He thought his buddies had gone a bit hard on the mission to beat the blonde, so I assured him that I was okay and, in fact, I enjoyed feeling the pain in my ass for a day after. I think I can no longer deny that I am at least partly masochist.
“You’re such a good girl!” he said, romantically kissing me again. I guess I was!
When we heard a knock on the door, he signaled me to take care of it — in the nude, of course. That thrilled me more than you can imagine. I enjoy being seen naked, and I enjoy being ordered to do naughty stuff. I was just hoping for a man, and I got lucky. It was a guy about my age.
I directed him to the dining room area of the suite and helped him transfer the content of his cart to the table, regularly brushing my side against his and doing the best I could for my boobs to be as visible as possible.
“Would you like a special tip?” Darnell said when everything was almost done. The guy seemed confused. I imagined what Darnell meant but didn’t believe it would happen.
Eventually, the guy understood what Darnell meant and declined. But Darnell insisted and offered him a one-hundred-dollar bill to “take the wet tip,” too. Eventually, Darnell won — he always wins.
I got on my knees in front of that man just like I had done in front of Darnell an hour earlier and followed the same routine, starting with licking the balls and the under part of the penis before getting to sucking it. Once he was hard as a rock, I moved on to deep-throat, which, from his facial expression, totally knocked him off his feet!
With his cock down my throat, my top lip on his belly, and my bottom lip on his balls, I grabbed his hand, placed it on my neck, and squeezed. I’ve been good at deep-throating since I was a teenager, and I learned early on that men are impressed when my neck looks like the body of a snake that just swallowed prey. My neck bulges out as the cock digs in.
And I can hold a penis in there for three minutes, especially if you hold my head tight to peg it with your cock, so… Yes! I think I was designed to be a sex toy.
There are a lot of sex scenes in porn movies around hotel staff and guests, but I always figured it doesn’t really happen in real life. Well, it does! Of course, this particular hotel in South Beach is probably “special.” It wasn’t the first time I had sexual adventures in it after Madison booked a room. I’m guessing that the staff is used to wild South Beach-style parties, or Madison is good at greasing the wheels. Either way, I wasn’t complaining.
The whole time I worked on the hotel guy’s cock, Darnell sat nearby on a kitchen chair, patting my head and caressing my hair. It was the first time in my life a man was paid to have sex with me. I didn’t know how I felt about it, but anything new excites me!
The guy eventually ejaculated on my tongue I had taken out for him to see. I locked eyes with him before slowly swallowing the warm male protein and then licking my lips.
He quickly pulled his pants up and left in a hurry, almost as if running from the devil. Darnell and I both laughed. He then took my head between his giant, powerful hands and said: “Happy Valentine’s!”
It was Valentine’s Day! I suddenly understood that the guys had been too busy to play with their fuck toy. They probably had been focusing on the wives. But why was Darnell at the hotel?
Madison had to go to their New York office, and Darnell said he didn’t want me to be alone on Valentine’s Day. I didn’t even know it was Valentine’s Day!
We had a great dinner, chatting about everything. The fact that I was wearing only high-heel shoes was quite normal for both of us. He brought us to the couch and used the minibar to get us overpriced drinks.
My Young Body Took a Beating, Starting With Chocking
I sat with my legs spread apart (not in a lady fashion, in other words) on the table in front of the couch where he was sitting, putting my bald pussy in plain sight, but no part of my body was a mystery to him. He and his wife owned me in every sense of the way, and I was thrilled. They had provided me with so many wild sexual adventures over the prior couple of years I would never be able to thank them enough. I told him that.
He insisted that they should be the ones thanking me. He said they had played with submissive women before but never met one who could take a severe beating like he said I could. To me, it was just rough sex. Go figure! And apparently, my willingness to be naked whenever they had guests over was also priceless to them.
I sat on his knees to continue the discussion.
“If I can get a serious beating and you like it, then prove it!” I said.
He stopped moving and locked eyes with me.
“You always watch!” I added. He and his wife regularly organize sex parties, and I’m often the appetizer, the main course, and the dessert, but they both watch most of the time.
“Throw me around!” I said, continuing to lock eyes with him.
I had never met a bigger, taller, more muscular man than Darnell, and I love being flipped around like I’m no more than a pillow — or one of these artificial pussy men can order from sex shops. But not a lot of men can do it.
He asked me if I was sure. And I laughed because I was now convincing him the same way he had convinced the hotel service guy, except I didn’t have money to give him.
“Don’t hold back,” I insisted, “on anything!”
I reminded him of my safe word, although I had no intention of using it at all. I just wanted him to feel like he could cross every line.
He didn’t move and kept caressing my hair. I slapped him in the face, then pushed my knee between his legs, enough for him to feel a kick on his balls.
He grabbed my hair and threw me on the floor before placing his bare feet on my face and telling me not to move. He dropped his pants, grabbed my hair again, and brought me to the master bedroom shower. He turned the water on and pushed my head to the floor under the water jet while placing himself behind me.
He grabbed my hips and aligned my butthole with his hard cock. It burned! That huge rod took my ass with no apology. My head was down, and my butt was up, so the water flowed down my body and onto my face.
He reached for a towel, got it wet, and placed it around my neck. He pulled on the two ends of the towel with one hand while pushing my head down with the other one. He was choking me — something nobody had ever done to me!
I had to fight with both hands to free my neck long enough for a quick breath every once in a while which was complicated by the water flowing down my face. Meanwhile, since his two hands were busy choking me, he only slightly moved his cock in my ass. I think he didn’t want it to slide out.
I was so excited by Darnell finally giving me a beating I forgot to work on breathing and almost passed out at one point. I’m wetting my chair just writing about it. Yes, I’m nude and working on my kitchen table to produce this report for you guys. I hope your cocks are hard! But wait until we get to the last two days!
After ejaculating in my ass, he stepped out of the shower. I was extenuated from pulling on the towel to breathe that I crashed on the shower floor with water still splashing on my face.
He dried his body with a towel, then grabbed my hair again — he clearly enjoyed using my long blonde hair as a leash! I was dripping, but he didn’t care for me to get dry. He pulled me back to the living room and got me to step onto the living room table. He went to the minibar, grabbed two beer bottles, and handed them to me.
Beer Bottles Were Used as Dildos Up My Ass & Pussy
“I’ve fantasized about seeing you do that for so long,” he declared.
I had no idea what he fantasized about, so I asked. He slapped my face and told me to speak only when asked. My cheek was burning. His hand was almost the size of my face!
He told me to shove a beer bottle in each of my bottom holes. Oh, my god!
I had given a show to guys quite a few times at his house with giant dildos — giant as in long and thick. But beer bottles? They were short but freakin’ big!
I took the first one and wondered what to do. I did not want to use my safe word, especially not before trying. But what should I do with the cap? That could cut me.
He handed me an opener, so I removed the cap on both beer bottles and kept one in my hand. He got himself a scotch, sat on the couch in front of me, and waited.
Should I start with my ass or my pussy?
I placed the bottle I was holding in front of my pussy. I figured it didn’t matter if there was beer in it. Besides, the bottle was going to go inside of me on the right side up.
“Wait,” he said, getting up.
He came back with two towels, pulled me off the table, placed the towel on it, and signaled me to get back on. He then took both beer bottles and poured them over my head, slowly, letting the beer mix with my hair, flowing down between my boobs, filling my belly button, and then dripping down from my pussy.
That actually helped me. It made me feel like a dirty slut, putting me in the mood to try what he asked me to do.
There was sperm coming out of my ass. I took some with my fingers and applied it around the top of the beer bottle to improve lubrication, then I aligned it with the entrance to my vagina and pushed on the bottle.
I could feel my vaginal lips stretching beyond what I had ever done. Once I had about half the bottle in, I figured I would stretch my butthole, too, before trying both bottles simultaneously. So I pulled it out of my vagina, placed the top on my butthole, and pushed. That wasn’t as bad as it had been on my pussy. I mean, I had ejected big blocks of shit as big as a beer bottle sometimes after being constipated for a few days.
Once that beer bottle was close to halfway up my ass, I took the second one and pushed it inside my vagina. That was worse than before. It was as if both bottles were fighting to take ownership of the real estate inside my body! I only managed to a tiny bit inside my pussy while holding the one up my ass with my other hand. If I let them go, they slid out.
While holding both bottles inside of me, I looked at Darnell, proud of myself. I love doing things I have never done before, and, yes, I was thinking of you guys at one point — wondering if that would turn you on. I’m guessing it does because you usually like it when my body gets a beating.
But Darnell wasn’t pleased.
“In!” he yelled. He wanted both bottles entirely inside the blonde slut in front of him.
I took a deep breath and pushed both the on in my ass further in, hard and fast. I figured it was like taking a bandaid off. Just do it! The entrance to my butthole was already fully stretched to take in the biggest part of the bottle, so it was just a matter of getting a few more inches in.
But I couldn’t get the pussy bottle further in more than many a quarter of an inch. These two holes are side by side, and some muscles are connected, which is why some women have orgasms from getting anal sex. But not me.
As I held both bottles, I looked at Darnell again. He had taken his cock out of his pants and was caressing it. It was turning him on!
I opened my mouth, ready to ask him about it, but I could read in his face that I wasn’t to talk! So I arched my back to give him a better view of the two bottles.
“You failed,” he said. “There will be consequences.”
He got up, walked to the minibar, and returned with a few hard liquor bottles. He removed the cap on all of them, then grabbed my head and pushed his cock down my throat. I had done it many times before, and as I mentioned earlier, I could relax my throat to fully take in even his big black cock. Furthermore, I can do it for at least two minutes.
But this time, I was doing it while holding beer bottles up my ass and in my pussy. He placed his left hand behind my head, locking his cock in my throat. He then used his right hand to slowly pour hard liquor over my head. I could feel some of it being very sticky.
He poured liquor for around two minutes because I felt close to the end of my deep-throating limit once he let me take a breath, but just like in the shower, I only had a second here and there because he used both of his hands on each side of my face to pleasure his cock by keeping it way down my throat. He used my head as a simple masturbating tool.
“Keep the bottles in,” he yelled a few times, alternating with: “Keep these holes filled!”
When he finally ejaculated deep down my throat, I was on the edge of failing him again. I had a hard time keeping the bottles in while fighting to breathe.
As he pulled his cock out, I crashed on the floor, and the two beer bottles were squeezed out of my body. It’s a good thing there was no carpet! He sat back on the couch.
We looked at each other for a long time. His cock was still hanging out of his shorts but softening. I was on the floor, covered in beer, scotch, vodka, and who knows what else.
Then we both cracked up laughing. I think I started, and he joined. My butt and throat hurt, but I had just pushed my limits again — in the shower and on the living room table.
Editorial note: I had never used bottles as dildos before, so I researched it while writing this article, and here’s what I discovered.
- Once again, I am not that unique because I found plenty of pictures and videos of girls with beer bottles up their asses or in the vagina — and even with much larger bottles like champagne ones!
- I was doing it wrong. If I had pushed in the wide side first, then my lips would have hugged the neck of the bottle. And when done that way, it seems to remain inside the ass and the pussy without having to be held as I did. It also means you can do it without removing the metal cap.
- There’s a serious danger to it. It’s glass, and it can break! I didn’t think of that at the moment, but… I won’t do that again. Now I know I can trust Madison for safety but not necessarily Darnell. There are plenty of giant dildos I can use to entertain the testosterone-filled animals wanting to see my body taking a beating!
It took me a while in the shower to clean and brush my hair. Once I walked out, Darnell was in bed in the master bedroom of the suite. He asked me to join him.
I positioned myself the way I like sleeping with a cock-carrying beast: my head on his shoulder, my boobs against his torso, my leg over his, with my knee brushing against his cock and balls.
He played with my hair and whispered: “I love you!”
My heart skipped a beat, and then I realized that, once again, I didn’t get an orgasm while the man got two. That made me proud. It was proof that I was a sex toy designed to pleasure cocks. Olds cocks are my gods.
I woke up with Darnell. We had spent the whole night together, like two lovers, after a Valentine’s Day dinner.
As he got ready to leave for his Miami office, he offered to order me breakfast, but I declined. When I am a sex pet, it adds a thrilling touch of extreme when I am only fed sperm.
Unfortunately, he refused to give me protein. He had to rush out. I should try harvesting sperm to eat for lunch when I work from home. Maybe it can be frozen and microwaved? I need to try!
I walked myself into the adjacent bare room. I didn’t want him to go soft on me and let me use the suite.
Eventually, boredom brought me back to the land of the dreams, with my bare body on a bare mattress. The lack of bedsheets already didn’t bother me anymore.
Part Two of the report covers, among other kinky sex activities, taking in 5 cocks simultaneously, a rough gang bang in the middle of the night, and rim jobs on a series of hairy male asses: here.
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