Age Gap | Young & Old | Submissive | My Sex Life Diary
An 18-year-old Brat Used My Mouth & Ass to Pleasure Her Sugar Daddy’s Cock
I was a nude servant & sex pet, eating only sperm (and pubic hair) while she got expensive jewelry, shoes & dresses and went to fancy restaurants in South Beach [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.
“Oh, yesss! That’s a tight pussy!” the old man said.
It was last Friday night.
He was going in and out of my friend Amara’s vagina after having been in mine and not commenting much about it. She was right next to me on the bed, her pussy at the edge of the mattress, her legs on the old man’s shoulders. We both had a ball gag in our mouths, and our hands were tied behind our backs. We were not allowed to influence the old man who had been tasked to ‘judge’ the best pussy.
He was naked except for an unbuttoned long-sleeve shirt, exposing his hairy chest and beer belly.
A few minutes prior, he was fucking me, and I had done my best to pleasure his cock by applying pressure on it with my vaginal walls. I thought I was pretty good at ‘milking a cock’ inside my pussy, but the 18-year-old babe next to me was winning the competition even though I didn’t think she knew how to properly milk an old cock. She was winning because she was a teen slut with a body that could melt a rock — or turn a banana into a rock. Something like that! In my mid-20s, I felt like an old rag!
But wait! His eyes were covered. He was asked to judge strictly on the feeling experienced through his penis when penetrating the two pussies made available to him on the bed.
Was her pussy really that much better?
There was another plausible answer.
That old man was my friend Madison’s father, and he had already fucked me during a deep sea fishing expedition during which I was a nude waitress and fuck toy for him and his fishing buddies. So he knew my body. And I’ve been told that my pussy is deeper than average. I can take a very long penis in before it hits the end.
Meanwhile, Amara’s pussy was smaller, and his cock was probably hitting her cervix—hitting it hard by the look on her face and the sounds that came out through the ball gag. He was hurting her and enjoying it. In comparison, he didn’t feel the end of my pussy when he was fucking me, and, therefore, he knew the first pussy was mine.
I was being played! I had been set up to lose!
And the stakes were high. It would determine our faith over the coming weekend. I’ll get to it in a minute.
Less than a month ago, Amara and I had a lot of fun together, nude in a room full of dressed men, showing them how to touch and stimulate a clitoris. Afterward, we hit it off with plenty of girl-on-girl action, and that is when she asked me to be her coach. She wanted to be a fuck toy like I had been for the last couple of years during sex parties organized by my friend Madison and her husband, Darnell.
Amara wanted me to be her mentor. Her parents knew and gave their blessings! What the fuck? They said they preferred she had wild sex experiences with me than on her own with strangers.
So far, I only had one day of partying with Amara’s sexy young body as a pleasuring device for cock-carrying beasts at Madison’s beach house. I was looking forward to more sexual fun with her when Madison invited us to spend a weekend with her father.
Apparently, Madison’s daddy asked about me during one of their business calls. She was a vice president in their New York-based family business. He had deeply enjoyed his deep-sea fishing weekend, evidently, and was still thinking of me.
She told him about Amara being part of the mix now, following our first weekend using Amara as a submissive fuck toy in training. And the old man must have gotten a hard-on hearing about Amara because he came down from New York for the weekend.
That’s when Madison invited Amara and me over for the weekend. As the good submissive girl that I am, I didn’t ask what plans she had, but I gotta tell you… Memories of the fishing trip still help me masturbate every once in a while. Madison’s father was one of only two men who had hung me by the feet like a piece of meat. He didn’t have any issue using my body any way he saw fit, and that is what I like in men. I believe I was born to be a sex object!
Why would men masturbate using toilet paper when they can use my body to do the same, with no sperm left to be clean? I swallow it all, regardless of where you dump your load. I’m an ecological masturbation tool.
I picked up Amara at her parent’s house on Friday evening.
I had not seen her since the weekend when I used her tiny, sexy body to please five cocks eager to break her virgin ass. Since then, she had concentrated on getting a good head start at the beginning of her school season instead of giving head!
That cute little thing in my car was putting fuel on my lesbian internal fire with her mini-skirt and tank top. I wanted her sweet lips on my pussy so badly!
I think I had the best orgasm of my life on the weekend when she ate my pussy while guys played team tag to break her ass. I simultaneously saw the pleasure in the male beasts’ faces as they penetrated her virgin butthole while getting the best clitoris worshipping I had ever received. I wanted more of that. A lot more. All the time. And I was hoping to get plenty of it during that weekend with her and Madison’s father.
I figured I would be in charge of the action, and I would use Amara’s body to pleasure both Madison’s dad and me. After almost two years as a submissive fuck toy, maybe it was time for me to graduate to the other side of the game.
God, I couldn’t have been more wrong!
Upon arrival at the beach mansion, we found out that Madison had already made plans.
Since she didn’t want to be engaged in sexual activities involving her father, she had booked a swanky hotel in South Beach for us, the two young babes and her daddy, for the weekend.
I love South Beach! It smells and feels ‘fake’ everywhere you look, including plenty of fake big tits and fake good food — both readily available at outrageous prices. But there’s something about South Beach that turns me on. Maybe it’s because I met Madison in a South Beach nightclub, and my sex life took a magical, wild turn afterward.
Either way, I was pretty excited to have a weekend in South Beach to coach Amara in being a submissive slut with the help of an old man not shy about using a young woman’s body for his most bestial, carnal pleasure. It sounded like a perfect weekend to me and a novel experience — one during which I would not be the cum bucket for once.
After a glass of wine by the pool, Madison left us.
“Still wanna be trained as a submissive fuck toy?” I asked Amara.
Her eyes lit up, and she nodded while dancing and caressing her body in front of me. She was such a tease!
Madison came back with ball gags and handcuffs. Amara grabbed a ball gag and put it on herself, visibly excited. I was puzzled.
“Entertainment!” Madison said. “My daddy will test your pussies. The one he prefers will act as his trophy wife for the weekend. The rejected cunt will be a naked servant and fuck toy for the weekend, with only her ass and mouth being used.”
What the fuck?
Before I could catch my breath from being surprised that I would not necessarily be a sex coach to Amara over the weekend, Madison further explained the rules.
The best pussy would be pampered by her dad all weekend, including jewelry shopping and expensive restaurants. All trophy wife gifts were to be kept by the winning pussy.
The second-grade cunt would get nothing and remain naked in the hotel room, ready to pleasure the ‘trophy wife’ and the ‘sugar daddy’ whenever they wanted, with whatever they wanted.
Madison rushed us to a guest bedroom because her father was on his way from the airport, and she got us ready for the test: naked from head to toe, arms tied behind our backs, ball gag firmly between our teeth, and our bodies lying on our back with our pussy at the edge of the bed. She told us to put our legs on his shoulder to help guide him when he gets in but to do nothing else to influence the judge’s decision. Madison didn’t want to see any of it, she said, and so she left.
We stayed there for a while and obviously couldn’t talk. I was dumbfounded and tried to convince myself that Madison’s father would certainly pick my pussy. He loved my cock-pleasuring tunnel! Besides, I had to train Amara to be a submissive piece of ass.
Eventually, her father walked in. Surprisingly, he came with a young guy dressed like a waiter. With a giant grin on his wrinkled face, the old man slowly examined both naked female bodies on the bed. He was seeing Amara for the first time, and it showed as his eyes parked themselves on her young, firm tits. Mine were just as firm, but he had seen them before. Amara had much darker skin from her Cuban ancestry.
Men simply like fresh meat! This was not a good start for me.
Normally, I enjoy being a blonde because many men have fantasies about fucking a blonde girl at least once in their life. But strangely enough, on that Friday night, I was jealous of Amara’s dark body and black hair!
He removed his shorts and untied his shirt. Then the young man covered the old man’s eyes with a towel tied behind the head before guiding the old man to my pussy. As soon as the tip of his cock touched my outer vaginal lips, I went to work, concentrating on providing pleasure with all the tricks I had learned after months of my body being used to pleasure men.
I felt confident about winning until I heard his comments on Amara’s pussy while his penis stayed inside her vagina much longer than it had remained in mine.
He leaned forward, cupped her young breasts with both hands and kissed her nipples.
“Wait a minute!” I wanted to yell, but only mumbles came out of my ball-gagged mouth.
That was unfair. He was supposed to judge the best pussy and only the pussy. With his cock. Hands and breasts were not supposed to be part of the evaluation process.
Meanwhile, the staff guy wasn’t looking. He was staring out of the window. Every time I met the staff at that beach mansion, I observed that they were clearly trained to mind their own business. He was not there to enforce the rules!
The old man grabbed Amara and lifted her like she didn’t weigh more than a pillow. She rested her head on his shoulder, incapable of doing anything else with her hands still handcuffed. He grabbed her by the thigh and moved her up and down his cock like an inflatable doll until he exploded in pleasure, at which point he threw her back on the mattress.
He then removed the towel covering his eyes while walking to me, grabbed my hair to get me to sit by the side of the bed, removed my ball gag, and placed his softening cock next to my mouth.
“Clean it,” he ordered me.
As a good cum bucket, I obeyed. I was fine with that. I actually like eating cocks and swallowing sperm. I feel so alive when I do it, especially with men watching me take care of the favorite part of their bodies. But he wasn’t looking at me! He was staring at Amara’s body while I was licking her pussy juice off his cock. Fuck!
I felt neglected and insulted. And yet, the feeling of being submissive was more intense than ever before.
I wanted to be the center of attention, but I was just a cleaning tool, not worthy of a second look.
And I wanted her! But she was gonna be his for the weekend.
I had lost on all fronts.
I didn’t know what to think, but… I wasn’t there for my brain, was I? My lips and tongue continued on their assignment.
Dialogues are recalled from memory. They may not be 100% accurate but close enough! Besides, since this happened last weekend, it is still fresh in my memory.After Madison’s daddy was pleased with how well I had cleaned his teenage-fucking tool with my mouth, he left. The junior staff stayed to get us ready.
In front of me, on the floor, he threw a pair of cheap flip-flops and a sundress that looked like it had been taken out of a garbage can thirty years prior.
Then he gently helped cover Amara’s body with a designer dress. To add insult to the pain of losing, he made her body stand out even more by helping her slide her tiny feet inside elegant high-heel shoes before adding a pair of earrings and a matching beautiful necklace to her ennobled-looking body.
Amara was smaller than me. That dress would never have fitted me. Had the whole thing been planned? It was getting obvious that I had been set up.
I was raging internally from disappointment since I had my mind set on playing with Amara’s body over the weekend. Yet, at the same time, I was excited to feel, again, like my normal self in that sumptuous house where I had always been a sex object.
From what I remember, I got wet just looking at Amara getting dressed like a princess. She was more tempting than ever before, and with that young man helping her… It was unreal!
A few things happened while driving down on A1A to the South Beach hotel, but I’ll report on that later. It was an exhibitionist thrill ride! Stay tuned!
“Rip her dress,” Amara said as soon as we walked into the suite on the top floor of the hotel. The old man’s eyes revealed excitement as he obeyed the young chick playing the role of his trophy wife for the weekend.
“I like how you think!” he said while the bellman came in with our suitcases — their suitcases, really. I had been asked to leave everything at Madison’s house. So I only had flip-flops and a sundress that was now ripped on the floor. No cell phone, credit cards, or ID papers. I was a naked piece of ass in their room with no personal identity.
It excites me to see that scene again in my mind as I work on this report!
The bellman acted all-natural, although his eyes were devouring my bald pussy. I turned slightly toward him to make it more visible. Amara noticed.
“I’m the wife!” she told the staff. “She’s just the sex pet. Don’t mind her!”
The poor guy looked away, turned red, and left in a hurry. I wondered about his reaction. What if I had been a sex slave in need of rescue? But I suppose he was used to seeing plenty of weird sexual activities. We were in South Beach, the ultimate destination to see almost-naked young chicks ready to do anything for rich men’s cocks.
Amara opened a small carry-on suitcase, which appeared to be full of sex toys and unidentified objects. She picked a collar that she put around my neck, added a leash to the frontal metal hook, then pulled on it.
“Sit!” she ordered.
I sat like a doggy, looking at her, impressed by her behavior. I didn’t know that side of Amara’s personality. Maybe she would be training me to be a better submissive slut!
Did she plan this weekend with Madison?
“Good girl!” Amara said, padding my head.
She then tied my hair behind my head with a cheap elastic.
“There! We now have a leash in the front and another one in the back,” she announced, pulling on my pigtail and handing it over to the old man.
“Wanna test the merchandise?” she asked, stimulating his cock with her hand over his shorts before unzipping them and pushing them to the floor, revealing his already erect cock below the beer belly I had seen at eye level so many times before.
“Lick his balls!” Amara told me, and so I did. They were easily reached since they were dangling fairly low like I had seen on so many old men in the last couple of years of being a fuck toy. And there was no way to lick them without ending with a forest of pubic hair in my mouth. I think that man had never, ever groomed his male parts!
“Come here!”
Amara’s voice resonated from the living room area of the spacious suite. The old man didn’t move, clearly enjoying what my lips and tongue had been doing to the part that controls all men. So I got up and walked to the living room. He followed.
As I got close to the couch, Amara grabbed the front leather leash and pulled hard on it.
“Pets stay on all fours!”
In an instant, I was back on my hands and legs in front of her naked body. Her fancy dress was gone, although she was still wearing expensive high heel shoes and jewelry, making her look like a princess awaiting to be worshipped, and that is exactly what she wanted.
She pulled my head to her pussy, and I didn’t need any further instructions to proceed with eating the sex of that young woman. Her assertiveness was making her even more desirable to me. I guess I was wired to be a submissive slut, not a sub-trainer!
She was cute as a button and the most delicious woman I had ever tasted—although I think my love was affecting my taste buds. And I haven’t tasted that many women, but that is a different topic.
As my tongue worked its way from the bottom of her pussy to digging under the hood and finding her pleasure knob, I heard her yell: “Fuck her ass!”
I almost reprimanded her for foul language before remembering I wasn’t her mother, not even her coach—maybe a big sister.
I felt the old man’s hands on my hips right away. He had said little since we had walked into the hotel suite, but he was clearly reveling in the moment because that old cock was hard as a rock as he unceremoniously pushed it inside my butthole with nothing but pre-cum and a bit of my saliva as lubricant.
“Harder!” she yelled while simultaneously holding my head between her soft, sexy thighs.
For once, I felt a bit of pain with a cock penetrating my ass so quickly. I had told her (like I have shared a few times with you guys) that I believed my body was put on Earth to be a sex toy for many reasons, including the fact that I rarely felt pain when guys penetrated me with their hard rods.
But last Friday, the rapid, unprepared way by which he pushed his cock up my ass made me feel pain. I’m sure Amara noticed it by the way my tongue reacted while worshipping her private female parts, but… She told him to do it harder!
I think she wanted me to feel at least some of the pain that her tight ass had endured a couple of weeks earlier when I used her to pleasure five male beasts eager to take her ass virginity.
At that event, at one point, she ate my pussy while men were pounding her ass. It was an intense experience for me. I always love seeing men’s facial expressions when they are having sex, and in that position, I was enjoying the view of men ecstatic about fucking a tight ass while, at the same time, my pussy was being worshipped by soft lips at the other end of the girl’s body.
I had dreamed about reliving that experience, and I had been expecting it for this weekend, but instead, I was the female body in the middle. My ass was being fucked by Madison’s daddy, and Amara could see it all happening while I worshipped her pussy, but I wasn’t seeing anything. She had turned the tables on me!
She handed my pigtail to him and told him to pull on it, which he did with every stroke up my ass. Meanwhile, she kept holding my head down to keep it between her sexy, young, soft thighs. The initial pain in my ass quickly disappeared as plenty of pre-cum lubricated my back hole. But the pain in the roots of my hair intensified with every push of his cock inside my body.
Eventually, she stopped it all, pushed me away, and said: “Enough of that! She’s no good to me!”
Damn! She knew how much I loved her body, and hearing that hurt me to the core.
“Use her mouth! See if the pet is good for that, at least!” she added.
The old man placed his cock right in front of my face, and no matter how dirty it was, I went to work on it until he ejaculated deep inside my throat.
Amara then signaled the old man to sit on the couch next to her while requesting he slouch to keep his cock on the edge.
“Keep cleaning my hubby’s cock until I tell you to stop,” she ordered me.
He tried to object, but she wouldn’t hear otherwise.
I have noticed that many men don’t like their cock being touched after they’ve ejaculated. At that point, they are done with sex until the next erection, and… Who knew when that would be on an old man?
“You brought your blue pills, honey?” Amara inquired.
“It’s Cialis. They’re not blue,” he replied.
“Whatever!” she said, slapping his chest. “You know what I mean, honey bear!”
“Yes! I couldn’t have fucked her ass without it!”
Amara rested her head on his shoulder and padded my hair while I licked his cock and balls the best I could, considering the uncomfortable position I was in.
“Was that mouth any good?”
He growled.
“OK!” she giggled. “So we don’t need to send it back for a refund? It’s so hard to find quality toys and well-trained pets nowadays!”
I looked up at her, and we locked eyes as I continued to lick the balls of her “sugar daddy for a weekend.” She seemed thrilled and… Guess what? I was too. I don’t know what I was thinking when I accepted to train her as a submissive slut. My place was right there on my knees, receiving orders. It felt good being there.
Even the abundance of pubic hair was fine with me. It was contributing to reminding me of my role as a cock-pleasuring piece of furniture. My comfort didn’t matter, and the truckload of pubic hair in my mouth was the proof.
My body was bald from head to toe. I regularly spend a considerable amount of time keeping my skin like that because that’s how men like women’s bodies—especially the women they fuck just for the fun of it. Meanwhile, I was licking a ton of pubic hair because that man didn’t have to do anything to please me, and that is just the way I liked it. It was a one-way street.
The couch held his ass, and nobody cared how the couch felt. I was licking his balls, and nobody had to care about me.
She tied my leash to the toilet bowl and handcuffed my hands behind my back just before they headed out for dinner. I was grateful for it, to tell the truth. There had been a sex party a while back when I was tied to a bed and badly needed to go to the toilet. That had not been a fun experience! I had also spent almost a full day in a cage on towels soaked in my pee. That didn’t smell good!
However, I can tell you it is difficult to wipe your ass and pussy with hands handcuffed in the back! Furthermore, trying to rest naked on cold, hard ceramic was a hot reminder that I was nothing but a sex object.
In the evening, they came back carrying bags full of jewelry, clothes, and shoes.
She untied me and brought me to the living room, where she told me to sit on the floor like a doggy while she tried on the generous gifts from her sugar daddy. When Madison had said the winning pussy would keep all the jewelry and gifts, I had not realized how many there would be.
Amara was from a rich family, but I was not. I make a bit of money working as a social media marketing manager for a few clients, but not even enough to live on my own. I make ends meet only because my daddy’s friend let me use his condo!
“I” needed gifts. She didn’t! Yet, it became clear that the only thing I would get to keep after the weekend was whatever sperm would still be in my belly.
And then it dawned on me. She wanted me to feel like the poor girl forced to be a sex doll, and I became even more convinced she had planned the whole thing with Madison.
At one point, while wearing one of the most stunning designer dresses I had ever seen and jewelry that was most likely worth more than a year of salary for me, she handed me an anklet and asked me to put it on her left foot, above fancy high heel shoes that, alone, were probably a month’s pay.
I did. Of course. Then she asked me to kiss it.
And that got me excited. Who cares about money when you are happy in the nude at the feet of your master?
I kissed her new anklet and continued kissing her ankle, then the top of her foot, then down to her toes. I slowly put a wet kiss on top of each one of her tiny toes.
In my first erotica novel, a married man was made to kiss his wife’s feet every day. I thought it was hot at the time. Well… My pussy was more wet while I was kissing Amara’s feet than it ever was when I was writing that erotica novel!
She sat on the couch and ordered room service while signaling that I should keep on worshipping her feet, with my ass up in the air and my nipples wiping the floor.
I opened the hotel room door in the nude, as instructed by Amara. A middle-aged woman came in with a rolling cart. Just like the bellman before, she didn’t seem to be surprised to see a naked woman. Perhaps it was natural in that part of the world — an extravagant South Beach hotel where plenty of wealthy perverts probably live peculiar sexual fantasies.
The staff lady set up the food on a round table in the kitchenette area, with the three of us watching her.
“I was told it was for two,” she commented.
“Oh! It is! This thing is just a pet!” Amara said, slapping my bare ass like macho guys often do. Who was that Amara girl, and what had she done with my girlfriend?
That put a giant grin on the lady’s face, who replied: “Lucky pet!”
That was a weird reply, wasn’t it? She looked at me with envy, perhaps even jealousy. I think if she had been offered the choice to switch places with anybody in that room, she would have picked my shoes—I mean… My bare feet! Clearly, I’m not the only woman who prefers to be used as a fuck toy. The difference, I think, is that most women only fantasize about it. I live it!
During dinner, Amara had me sit by the table like a doggy and wait. They didn’t give any food bites to the pet, though. But she asked me a few times to put my tongue out and, at some other times, to wiggle my boobs for her hubby’s entertainment.
I was naked with a leash around my neck, sitting on a hard floor at shoe level, watching two fancy-dressed people — a young woman who was my master and an old man who had extensively abused my body. When asked to wiggle my bare boobs on top of that, it was total excitement for me. I was like one of these dumb swiveling things people put on their office desks as decoration. I don’t know why I am like that, but I crave the feeling of being a piece of decorative art.
With their bellies full and mine still empty, they put on hotel-supplied bathrobes and sat on the balcony. I followed them on all fours without even being asked, although the concrete hurt my knees. I hadn’t been up on my feet since opening the door for room service.
“Did you feed the pet?” Amara asked the old man.
He raised his eyebrows and elbows, visibly puzzled.
“Sperm. That’s all she eats. I certainly can’t give her any,” she added before handing him a small plate. “Fill this! Take more pills if you need to.”
“Oh! I heard about that,” he said. “She’s a spermivore, right?”
That term made me giggle. I liked it! I took a mental note to use it when writing this report.
He opened up his bathrobe and stroked his power stick. Amara asked me to stand up and caress myself if I wanted to be sure to get food. She asked me to get against the balcony railing, putting my body in plain sight of our neighbors’ balconies. That, in itself, got my nipples hard. I simply can’t deny being an exhibitionist.
Lucky for me, there were a few people on the balcony to my right—3 guys and 2 girls. The girls’ eyes locked onto my tits immediately, but the guys’ eyes only allowed themselves to do the same after one girl trumpeted: “Welcome to South Beach, guys!”
It seems to me that many men are scared of looking at a sexy woman unless they get implicit or explicit authorization from the woman they are with. And I guess that’s what the girl’s statement gave them: a green light to watch me masturbate with my butt resting on the balcony railing.
Of course, the old man ejaculated much before I reached climax. Some of the sperm splashed around, but he managed to get most of it on the plate, which he handed over to Amara, who put it at her feet.
Without waiting for directives, I went on all fours to get to my dinner. At that point, I was very excited. Picture that in your head: I was licking sperm off a plate at the feet of a sexy young woman who was sexually bossing me around, with my ass up in the air and my nipples getting scratched on the concrete.
I wanted to kiss her feet again but focused on licking all the male protein off the plate.
While working on my dinner, I heard a male voice coming from our neighbor’s balcony: “I guess… It’s a… What? A sugar daddy, his niece? Gold-digging girlfriend? And… What? A sex slave?”
You got that right, boy! You don’t need a Ph.D. to figure that one out, do you?
“Keep dreaming!” a female voice replied. “You become like that when we get old, and I cut your dick off!”
I almost snorted sperm out through my nose.
Why are women so possessive? Of course, I am the young pussy playing with old married dicks, but… Still. I don’t think I will mind when I grow older. That’s how men are, no? It’s part of the reason I want all the fun I can get right now while men still want my body.
Just like I don’t expect to play beach volleyball to entertain bystanders with my bouncing boobs when I am 60 years old, I don’t expect to be swallowing a series of cocks in my three holes by then, either. But I’m sure the 60-year-old man pounding me goes back to his wife with a smile and a positive outlook on life. I might be the reason they live happily ever after.
After finishing my plate of viscous room-temperature jelly, I expected Amara to give me some dry crackers because it helps digestion when on a sperm diet. But she didn’t. In fact, I got no crackers at all during the entire weekend.
It was probably retribution for our first sex party when I had introduced her body as a cock-pleasuring tool to a group of men. As her sex coach for her to learn to be submissive, I had figured it would be best for Amara to see how much sperm she could get before nausea hit her and, of course, nausea hit her hard. It was her first time swallowing sperm in large quantities, and she ended up with her head in the toilet bowl for a while.
Karma, right? I deserved it.
Well, that wasn’t gonna stop me. I think I am a spermaholic on top of being a spermivore!
The thing is… I believe sperm is better for my body than alcohol or drugs, so… All good!
I don’t get fat when overindulging myself with male-produced protein.
At bedtime on Friday night, Amara tied my leash to a bedpost and pointed to the floor.
“Stay!” she ordered. I put myself in a fetal position on the hard floor. She got on her knees and ran her nails from the top of my butt crack to my neck, leaving red marks.
“Good girl! I know why my parents loved their sex parties with you! You’re a good pet!”
I’m still puzzled by how this girl asked me to be a submissive cum bucket and, two weeks later, turned into such a dominating sex master. Did she play me from the start? Was that an evil plot by Madison? If it was, Madison must have known it would thrill me. She’s always been good at knowing what turns me on.
The old man was the first to be up on Saturday morning. He stopped and looked at me but otherwise did his morning routine as if everything was normal. Then Amara got up, cleaned up, and dressed in one of her new princess outfits. Meanwhile, I felt dirty, and they didn’t offer to let me clean up.
As they were at the door, ready to go out for breakfast, Amara stopped in her tracks.
“Let’s eat in the room,” she declared, staring at me.
I knew she wanted me to smell coffee and bacon. She was superb at torturing me. In a good way!
Of course, once again, she had me open the door for room service with my tits pointing out and my bald pussy in plain sight. On that morning, the man seemed to object for a second, but that was it… One second! Then he came in and set everything for them without a word. He didn’t ask why there were only two plates and why I was naked with a leash around my neck while Amara and the old man were fully dressed.
The smell of coffee and bacon was absolute torture for me. Sperm is good, but it’s not filling! It’s like when I eat sashimi, raw fish without rice. An hour later, I’m hungry again. Perhaps I needed sperm-infused rice! I’ll try that one day. In more practical terms, when being on a sperm diet for a few days, you need a regular intake of male jelly.
At one point, Amara held a piece of bacon close to my face, yelling: “Stay!” before slowly putting it in her mouth. Could she be an evil dominatrix more than a simple master? She certainly is not a sub.
She asked me to roll the cart outside of the room after keeping the coffee pot and pointing out to me how much food was still left. She then sat on the couch for one more morning coffee and asked her sugar daddy to drop his pants to feed the pet.
He stood up. I kneeled in front of him and went to work on the penis. She was a princess in fancy high-heel shoes and a designer dress, drinking her coffee with her pinky finger up, casually watching me suck her husband’s cock like one watches boring morning news.
I like cocks and sperm, but gosh… I wanted her so badly!
Amara and her sugar daddy came back to the hotel suite in the early afternoon with more jewelry, clothes, and high heel shoes, which she paraded again in front of me while telling me the details of the excellent Cuban lunch they had enjoyed.
Afterward, they got ready for the beach, and just before leaving, she squeezed my thighs, my cheeks, and my buttocks.
“A bit lean, not much meat in there!” she said, all serious.
“Do you think we should bring her more pet food, honey?” she added. “Your old balls may not be enough.”
As I typed this report on my sex weekend, I realized how much happened over three days, and I had to split it. You will find the rest of the events of the weekend here:
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