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A Brunette Had Her Husband Slap My Submissive, Blonde, Naked Ass All Weekend
My reward for giving her explosive orgasms with my mouth was getting my ass turned red under her husband’s hands. Brunette logic! [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 just realized I hadn’t completed the sex life report about a weekend with my girlfriend’s brother and his wife, which included a naked spanking on his knees directed by his wife. She liked it rough and red! It started here:
When I got up on Saturday morning, the red on my ass was gone, although I could still feel his hands. But I didn’t know if that was more psychological than physical. Either way, I felt alive and needed.
My body had been used sexually by a married couple the night before! For the first time since I had met my friend Madison and her husband Darnell, I had been a sex pet to somebody else: Madison’s brother and his wife, Nora.
I looked at myself in the mirror and thought: “This is like your coronation, bitch! You are now officially a devoted sex toy.”
I found Nora and Lucas by the pool with a pot of coffee on a table between their long chairs. They were wearing shorts and t-shirts. I went back to get myself an empty mug before decisively walking to them in my birthday suit.
Nudity was my personal dress code in that house. That’s how Darnell and Madison enjoyed seeing me.
I bent forward to pour myself some coffee. Nora ignored me, but Lucas’ eyes were locked on my dangling boobs, and I loved it.
I dropped my naked ass on a chair in front of them so Lucas could keep satisfying his eager male eyes. I opened my legs to see if my shaved pussy could get his eyes off my tits, and it worked. Men!
Meanwhile, there was no sign of Madison. I inquired about her, and Nora told me she had an emergency to attend to in their Miami office. I wondered if Madison simply wanted to stay clear of sexual activities while her brother was around. That theory of mine became entirely plausible later on when she still hadn’t shown up when I left to return to my condo on Sunday.
IT was fine with me since Amazon and other book publishers tolerate nothing that could be considered incest. I think. Probably. I didn’t know if my having sex simultaneously with her and her brother would be classified as incest if they, themselves, didn’t touch each other, but since she wasn’t around, I never had to decide if I should censor parts of this sex confession.
After coffee, Nora and Lucas invited me for breakfast in town. Actually, they asked me to guide them to a restaurant of my choosing.
First, I went into Madison’s room to steal — I mean borrow — clothes and shoes. We wear the exact same sizes. The only particularly noticeable difference between Madison and me is hair color. Well… And the fact that I am always naked and on my knees as a submissive cock sucking blonde.
We went to a cozy restaurant I like and can’t afford by myself on the intra-coastal.
While waiting for somebody to assign us a table, Lucas had his arm around his wife’s waist and slapped my ass. Once. Twice. Three times. Each time, stronger than the previous one. Heads turned.
Imagine a guy coming for breakfast with two good-looking babes, hugging one and slapping the other. Wouldn’t you look?
Nora giggled, clearly enjoying the treatment I was getting.
Once we were back home, it was early afternoon. They put their bathing suits on while I simply disrobed. For about half a second, I thought about leaving to go back to my place since this was not the romantic weekend I had expected to spend with Madison. But I had way too much fun to leave! Besides, nudity wasn’t welcome on the beach in front of my condo.
Right off the bat, I asked them about drinks or anything else they wanted, as if I were the hostess, and that made me their waitress and servant for the rest of the day.
I regularly refreshed their drinks while flaunting my naked body as close as possible to Lucas’ eyes. I took care of sunscreen lotion on their back. And I ordered a pizza for dinner — on his credit card, of course!
When the pizza arrived, Lucas went to the door before I even heard the doorbell. My head was probably underwater, and Lucas didn’t know how comfortable I was with being naked in front of strangers. Poor delivery guy! He almost got a visual tip.
But the highlight of the day was… My ass!
When I brought Nora her second drink, she yelled at me, claiming I had spilled some of it on her belly. She then told her husband to teach me a lesson. He looked puzzled, and so did I. She pointed to my naked butt. So I walked over to Lucas and placed myself on his lap.
I was excited about it, although I didn’t exactly know why. I was naked on a guy in a bathing suit, getting ready to have my bare skin slapped at the request of his wife, who was watching. What can I tell you? Even writing about it now gets me wet. So, as I said, it’s in my blood.
After that, every drink I brought her was unacceptable. She said there was not enough ice or too much alcohol — any reason to get me punished, each and every time.
For the first spanking, I was facing away from Nora, but after that, I made sure I could watch her as her husband slapped my ass, and… God, she enjoyed it! Her smile grew with every slap.
“Blonde bitch!” she repeatedly said, along with other statements like “fucking blonde, blonde bimbo, blonde slut,” and the like. The word blonde was always in it.
At first, I tried to understand how getting her husband to give a spanking to another girl could excite her, but then I realized a big part of her entertainment came from the fact I was blonde. From what I “read between the lines” (or heard between the slaps), he had cheated on her with a blonde gal at one point.
I was paying for the other chick! A blonde is a blonde is a blonde, right? Damn! A lot of men and women have a thing for blonde girls.
My ass cheeks turned bright red, and it hurt when I sat. So I spent more time in the pool.
After dinner, they watched a movie, and she had me massage her feet the whole time, on my knees, naked in front of her. She also wanted my head to be bent forward so that my blonde hair caressed her feet while my hands massaged them.
“That’s what a blonde is for,” she told her husband.
At bedtime, she asked me to join them in the same guest bedroom as the night before. She didn’t have to insist. She was wicked even if it was fueled by hate of another blonde girl — wicked in a sexually exciting way. Well, for my twisted sexual appetite, anyway!
She had me take care of her pussy and clitoris, just like I had done the night before, except this time, she had her husband naked on his back next to her. She insisted he caressed himself while I was worshipping her vulva.
“You’ll never touch a blonde again,” she told him over and over again. “Or I’ll get you castrated!”
It was funny because her aggressive statements seemed to make it difficult for him to keep a hard-on, although he obediently continued to caress himself the best he could. He wasn’t excited by these threats, though. I wonder why!
After I provided her with two explosive orgasms back-to-back, she sat up in bed and said: “Useless blonde bitch! This is the worst sex I’ve ever had.”
My heart skipped a beat. I believed her for a second, and you know… I take pride in my tongue work.
She then looked at her husband and added: “Do something about it!”
Right! It was yet another excuse for another spanking.
We had both been well trained by the pool to understand what it meant for her to disapprove of my work. He got up and sat on a chair by the bed. I placed myself on his lap with my red buttocks up.
The first slap hurt more than any other one on that day. The meat had been well tenderized already. Yet, we were just at the start of a new spanking.
For the first time, I hoped the session wouldn’t be too long. I think being spanked while the sun kisses the rest of my naked body is more exciting for me than on a chair in a bedroom.
And then I noticed she was staring at me while… Masturbating.
“Harder,” she yelled while her fingers sped up between her legs.
And harder the slaps came. I forgot the pain, though. For a little while. I was fascinated by that woman masturbating in front of me. I had masturbated many times in my young life but had never watched another woman do it. I’m curious, especially about anything sexual.
But soon, my brain was reminded that the pain was increasing in my butt.
“I can stop,” I heard him whisper.
“No!” I yelled before even thinking about it. It surprised me. Why was I so excited about being spanked like that? Why was I okay with receiving pain? I did not know the answers to these two questions. I still don’t. I don’t care. I loved it.
It took her what seemed like an eternity to reach climax, and when she did, she crashed on her side with her back toward us. She was done with us.
I got up and noticed Lucas’ cock was as soft as a penis can be. The spanking had been exciting for me and for his wife, too, visibly, but not for him.
“Thank you,” I said, which puzzled him. He had not followed the reasoning in my head!
I didn’t feel like explaining, so I left and went into Darnell and Madison’s bed. I usually sleep with them, not in a guest room, and I had spent so much time in that house over the prior few weeks that it felt like my bed.
I slept on my belly. I can tell you that much! It hurt, and it took me a while to fall asleep. Yet, I was ecstatic, realizing how much I had enjoyed being used as a pure sex object. It wasn’t “me” who had gotten all of these spankings. It was “a blonde.” I was just flesh and bones around blonde hair for somebody else’s entertainment and pleasure.
On Sunday morning, when I got up, I quickly received a reminder of my sexual fun the day before. It hurt when I walked. My ass had been tenderized, for real!
I was on my second cup of coffee — standing up, of course — by the time Lucas and Nora showed up.
She checked my ass and asked if I was okay. I reassured her.
“It hurts like hell, but it was fun like hell!”
“You’re more crazy than she said,” Nora replied, referring to her sister-in-law, Madison.
“But my ass needs a break,” I added. “I’ll go home!”
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