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First Time: 2 Cocks in Each of My 3 Holes, Using My Safe Word, An Outdoor Nude Massage & Crying
I discovered how much pain my young female body could endure and how much of a sex object I had become as the dumb blonde to be fucked [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.
“Lotus. Remember Lotus. Her safe word,” Madison said just before leaving with her husband, Darnell. “And feed the pet!”
The pet was standing in the kitchen — “standing” being the key word. I wasn’t in the cage in which I had spent a considerable amount of time on Saturday and Sunday.
Yet, I was nude from head to toe. It would be more appropriate to say “from tits to toes” if I rely on men’s eyes when I am naked!
Three guys looked at my naked breasts and exposed pussy, smirking. I further opened my legs while caressing my boobs to keep their eyes on me. They were Darnell’s buddies from New York City. They had come as guests for a weekend of sex with my body as a fuck doll and televised sports with two playoff games: an NBA one on Saturday and an NHL one on Sunday.
Over the weekend, they realized both of their teams were playing again on Monday, with the Miami Heat fighting the Boston Celtics in an NBA playoff game at 8:30 PM and an all-Florida NHL playoff game between the Florida Panthers and the Tampa Bay Lightning at 7 PM. So they extended their stay.
Blaze had been exceptionally rough with my soft, weak, blonde flesh—and my three cock-pleasuring holes. His eyes on my nude body were those of a predator eyeing a prey. It was electrifying because I cherish being the focus of male beasts. But at the same time, I could still fill his hands on my tenderized buttocks and his hard cock in my beaten butthole. It had been a rough night of ‘gorilla meets fresh meat’ sex.
I crave being used by men and regularly asked Madison to get her male guests to crank it up a notch. But perhaps I had reached my tolerance limit to pain.
Thank god Madison had reminded them of my safe word.
I finally got around to writing this Sex Life report about the events of Monday, May 23, following the two sex confessions I already published about Friday & Saturday:
…and Sunday, including the rough night of Sunday to Monday:
This Monday's report comes in three phases:
- A blonde bimbo (me) carried around like a piece of meat, hung by its feet, and running out of air in the ocean.
- A quick interlude with a male massage therapist who provided a full body massage to two nude women.
- A double-header of playoff games with double-cocks in each one of my holes.
A blonde bimbo carried around like a piece of meat, hung by its feet, and running out of air in the ocean.
I was frozen in place as if the cold kitchen floor on my bare feet had taken control of my body.
I was hungry after two days of being served only sperm and water. My eyes had noticed bananas and muffins on the counter, and my stomach was begging me to reach for them by any means necessary. Yet, I didn’t move.
I knew my place, which was that of a fuck toy — an object with no will of its own. I deserved to get the handcuffs back on and my ass thrown in the cage unless they needed my holes to pleasure themselves. That’s how I was thinking, and it was, in itself, astounding. Too bad for my starving stomach! I was embracing my role as a sex object.
At that moment, I realized how much of a submissive sex servant I had become. Only a few weeks earlier, I would have reached for the bananas and muffins. But on that day, I was standing as a piece of nude art for their visual entertainment, awaiting instructions.
One after the other, they sat at the kitchen table with either a laptop or a tablet, reading, typing, and occasionally making a phone call. They had extended their sex & sports weekend, but Monday was not a day off for them.
My legs were getting tired. I wanted to move or sit, but I didn’t want to disturb the natural order of things: I was a nude young woman on display, waiting to be fucked. In fact, it wasn’t really me who was standing there. It was a set of tits, a shaved pussy, a flat belly, a round ass, long legs… I was looking at my body as if it weren’t mine. It was theirs.
Every once in a while, I was rewarded by a male beast glancing at these naked pieces of what used to be my body.
Forget the pain. Fuck me, for fuck’s sake!
I wanted cocks to take me, but I didn’t dare ask. It wasn’t my place to ask for anything.
After a phone call, Blaze got up and came to me. He grabbed my hair and pulled down on it, forcing my face to look up at him. He put his other hand around my neck and squeezed.
“What are we gonna do with the slut, guys?” he asked.
The pieces of conversation are recalled from memory. They may not be 100% accurate, but the gist of it is in there.He let go of my neck and my hair just to grab the nipple clamps and pull on them. It hurt, but I did what I could to remain in place until, eventually, I was forced to step forward. There’s a limit to how elastic my nipples and boobs can be!
“That’s a better leash,” he said, laughing, before grabbing my neck again and placing his lips on mine. He pushed his tongue deep inside my mouth like a kid doing French kissing for the first time and not having a clue how to do it properly. Maybe it was a New Yorker thing. I don’t know.
I did what I could to twirl my tongue around his until he abruptly stopped, grabbed the chain linking the two nipple clamps together, and pulled on it. I followed him outside by the pool with my nipples hurting.
He pushed me in front of a long chair on which I crashed on all fours. He then grabbed my ankles and raised me up.
He was tall and muscular. He was not your typical beer-belly TV sports fan — not that I have anything against those men. In fact, I love chasing penises under big beer bellies. Those men always seem more enthusiastic about a sexy young blonde sucking their dick than men in good shape. But back to the mountain of muscles that was holding me.
He raised his hands up and held me upside down above the long chair. My head rested against the cushion, but not for long. He moved away, and then my entire body weight was being held by my ankles. Pain again! But it was making me smile internally. Who would have thought that ankle pain was part of sex?
He walked along the pool toward the beach, then across the sandy beach all the way to the ocean. On the way there, he swung me back and forth like he was using my hair to brush the sand. What a twisted man, right? But what a powerful man! He never faltered. I’m sure he spends a fair amount of time at the gym, and I hope that following our time together, he thinks of me sometimes when lifting weights.
I got dizzy. I’m not used to being upside down. Who is? But I didn’t want to use my safe word.
He walked into the ocean. Waves reached the top of my head, then my face, my neck, and eventually, waves were splashing on my boobs while my head constantly remained underwater.
Damn!
Did he want me to beat another record for holding my breath? He had already made me suck a dick underwater on Saturday.
I’m a scuba diving instructor with extensive training in freediving, which is swimming underwater while holding your breath. Until now, my personal record was 5 minutes under normal, non-stressful conditions. And on Saturday, he had pushed my limits. I didn’t have a timer, obviously, but I was pretty sure I had beaten that personal record while sucking a penis. I’m a top-notch performer, wouldn’t you say?
And now my head was underwater again.
I had gotten dizzy before hitting the water, and so I wanted to breathe, not beat a record. I raised my head out of the water, took a few deep but rapid inhalations, and then let my head crash underwater again.
No, I couldn’t keep my head out of the water permanently because my abs were not that strong!
I work out to keep my body attractive to men. I regularly do crunches and sit-ups, but those exercises involve repetition, not stamina. I had never worked on maintaining my abs contracted like that for long periods. So, I took a mental note to add that to my list of training exercises in the future!
He didn’t move. I used my abs to pull my head out of the water a few times, but each time, I was getting even dizzier. He still didn’t move back to the beach nor let go of me.
“Lotus!” I yelled, with my abs hurting as if they were begging me to stop using them so intensely.
It was a natural reaction. I had not “thought” of giving up; I simply did.
He let go of my ankles. I crashed into the water and the sand. I was free, but I was too dizzy to get up. I remained on all fours, catching my breath and feeling sad that I had used my safe word. I was a failure — a defective sex toy.
Imagine that! I wasn’t mad at him for pushing his kink too far. I was mad at myself for having used my safe word. I wanted to hit the gym to get better at being beaten up. I shook my head in disbelief. I was really born to be a sex slave!
He stood there while I caught my breath and fought the dizziness. Then I looked up and… Oh my god! That bulge in his shorts! Seeing a young blonde chick struggling had given him an erection. I will never fully understand men.
Well, I guess I will never fully understand myself either because… Even though I had just been roughed up by this macho guy, I couldn’t resist pulling on his shorts and grabbing his cock.
I rolled my fingers around his shaft and put the spongy tip on my tongue while locking eyes with him. He grabbed my head and shoved his cock down my throat. I couldn’t breathe again! It was a recurring theme with that guy.
He used my head as if it was an extension of his hand. He was really masturbating, simply using my mouth as a tool to achieve his ejaculating goal, which he did deep down in my throat. I didn’t have to swallow. It was already past the swallowing point.
After he was done, I crashed again, coughing and catching my breath again, and when I looked up, he was halfway back to the house. It is typical for men to discard me once they have ejaculated. They are pretty focused on what they want, and once they’ve got it, they move on. Gotta love their single-track minds!
I slowly got up on my feet and walked back to the pool deck, where I slammed myself face-first onto a long chair.
A quick interlude with a male massage therapist who provided a full body massage to two nude women.
I was woken up by Madison kissing me. She was sitting on the side of my long chair.
“You need a break, babe!” she declared.
I had always been an open book to her. There was nothing I could hide from her.
“Let me take care of that!” she added, going back inside the house.
I dozed off again. I really had slept little the night before, with my body being a toy for a gorilla all night.
When I reopened my eyes, a man was setting up a massage table by the pool, not far from the long chair on which my naked body was resting.
“You go first,” Madison ordered.
I got up, walked to the massage therapist, and stopped right in front of him, enjoying my nudity. I had used at-home massage services many times before (well, whenever I could afford it, which is not often), but the therapist often insisted that I not expose my naked body to him (not that I always obeyed). So why was it readily ok this time? I assumed the answer was “money.” We were in a luxurious beach house, and therefore, the guy didn’t dare protest. He probably expected big tips, though.
Regardless of the reason, I stood there with my naked nipples pointing at the massage therapist until he asked me to get on the table.
It hurt!
It was as if my entire body had gone through a meat tenderization process over the prior couple of days, and wherever the massage therapist put his hands, it stung. The sexual thoughts I had while standing naked in front of him were gone. I was now in a hospital bed!
This massage session warrants a full Sex Life report of its own. Otherwise, this report on a day as a fuck doll will be too long. How many times can you masturbate on one report, anyway? Stay tuned!
A double-header of playoff games with double-cocks in each one of my holes.
The guys’ asses were hugging the couches by the time Madison walked me back into the house.
The massage had been both good and bad. I felt much more relaxed, but, at the same time, my body hurt everywhere — really everywhere! The massage therapist hadn’t been shy to dig into my flesh to deliver the deep-tissue massage Madison had requested.
“Guys! She’s here!” Madison announced, but none of them seemed interested.
There were only four penises in the room: Darnell and his three buddies from New York City. His two South Florida friends who had taken part in pounding me over the weekend hadn’t come back for the Monday night sports & sex party.
“Are you done?” she asked. “Ejaculated too much over the weekend? Need oysters? What?”
The four guys glanced at me, but not for long and with little excitement. I instantaneously felt terrible. That’s how much I need attention! And not just that, I need men to need me. And they didn’t seem to need me at all.
I cried.
Madison was stunned. The guys finally looked at me. She held my head and asked me what was wrong.
“They don’t want me,” I said the best I could while continuing to cry. I was trying to stop but couldn’t.
“Oh, babe!” she said, laughing. “Of course they do. Right, guys?”
The male voices said stuff. I’m not sure what because I was puzzled by my own behavior which, I could only assume, was due to a mix of being tired and hurting in every part of my body, added to the feeling of love I had experienced having sex with Madison after we had both gotten a nude full body massage.
Wait! I was also upset that I had used my safe word earlier in the day. I was a failure — a broken doll.
I was under intense emotional feelings and physical sensations. And… Why didn’t they want me?
“What would you like them to do?” Madison asked me.
That got me speechless. You don’t ask a fuck toy want it wants! You use it, then discard it. They had discarded me.
But she insisted.
“The guys are getting their double-headers,” she said. “They are spoiled. What about you?”
Technically, it was not a double-header, which is when a team plays two games back to back. I had to google it! Instead, they had two different games on two tv screens. I was the third wheel, so to speak.
“Double cocks,” I spurted out, just like that. That’s what came to my mind. Double for double.
“Double… You have four!” Madison said, visibly perplexed.
“Two at once, in each hole!” I clarified. I had often wondered about that.
I had been penetrated by dozens and dozens of cocks in that house, and I regularly had three cocks at once in my three holes. But I had heard about two penises penetrating the pussy together, and it had gotten me intrigued.
Madison snapped her fingers, and the boys got up like obedient pets. She was in control, and I was setting up the goals.
Isn’t it amazing how power dynamics can quickly fluctuate when having sex?
Crying gave room to laughter.
The men behind the four naked cocks around me were all wearing shirts, making their penis stand out even more, which I enjoyed. They were caressing themselves under order by Madison to keep their cocks hard and ready.
She was a born leader. And sexual mastermind!
First, she got a man to go on his back on the chaise lounge at the end of one of the couches, with his butt at the edge and his feet on the floor. Then, she had me go on top of him on my back. He put his hands around me and held my breasts. Men never miss a chance to grope boobs!
He had to let go of my breasts, though, to guide his cock up my ass. Then Darnell went on his knees in front of me and pushed his cock into my pussy.
“Wait!” I said, laughing. “Two in the same hole!”
Everybody joined in my laughs. I wondered if it was because they simply didn’t want me to cry again, but… Whatever!
They both withdrew their cock. I arched my body, and this time, Madison helped with getting the cock of the guy on the couch inside my butthole. Shortly after, I felt another penis pushing in on the side of the first one.
Oh my god! It was happening. They took their cocks out a few times to retry differently. Madison helped the two men until both rods were in, side by side. She actually helped her husband push his married penis along with another cock inside another woman. I love that Madison!
It was an incredibly emotional feeling. Yes, emotional.
On Saturday, I used a double-dildo much bigger than these two cocks to fuck my ass as a “show” for the guys. These two real penises were smaller, and they were especially much more spongy and flexible. So it didn’t really hurt, and I wasn’t being stretched more than I had been on Saturday. So it wasn’t a new physical feeling. But emotionally, I was thrilled.
None of the guys were watching the two games on tv anymore. They were focused on me. And I started crying again. Damn! Then I laughed and rolled off on the floor, letting the two penises go free.
I cried and laughed at the same time.
“Babe! Babe!” Madison said, kneeling next to me. “Are you OK?”
The guys were speechless like… Men usually are when women cry.
I was just an emotional wreck. There was nothing wrong, and I reassured them all before climbing back on the man on the chaise lounge, but with my naked boobs on his chest this time.
“Next!” I yelled.
Once again, Madison helped the two men to get their penises inside me, but this time, the target was my standard sex tunnel.
Once the two penises had penetrated me, I stopped moving and simply enjoyed it. I used my vaginal walls to co-massage the cocks while looking at the other two guys who were still stroking their sex sticks to keep them hard. Nobody ever dared disobey Madison's orders in that house!
I reached out for the penis of one of these two neglected men and pulled on it like a leash. He kneeled next to my face, and I put my lips on his hard rod.
I had three cocks inside of me, which was nothing new, but… Two of them were side by side in my vagina. That was something.
I wondered if I could make it four. I looked at the fourth penis in the room. It was Blaze’s. The man who had beaten up my body the most over the weekend was left alone with his dick in his hands. How ironic! I thought it was fitting and almost wanted it to remain that way, but I also wanted to try to hold four cocks inside of me at once, so I reached out to him.
They both leaned forward in front of my face while I held their cocks in my hands. First, I hit Blaze’s cock with the other guy’s penis, like I was simulating a sword fight. Men are often afraid of touching other men’s cocks, and therefore, playing swords with these two penises almost cracked me up, especially since I was doing it with Blaze-the-macho’s cock. But I didn’t want to laugh because I didn’t want to lose the two penises I kept massaging in my vagina, so I simply put the two spongy tips side by side and slid my lips over them.
I had two penis heads inside my mouth! Four cocks were penetrating me simultaneously! I was so fucking thrilled… Fucking. Thrilled.
There is no word to describe such a feeling. My nipples got harder, and my pussy increased its production of juice. I love the feeling of being penetrated. To me, it’s the ultimate act of “being taken” by men. And holding four cocks at once in my body was just… Perfect. Simply perfect.
I couldn’t really suck the two cocks in my mouth, though. They were coming in from two different directions. There’s a grown man’s body behind these sex rods! So I took them out but kept stroking them with my hands.
Meanwhile, I lifted my body to free the two cocks in my pussy and asked them to use both holes. The guy under me grabbed my waist to push his cock into my pussy. Madison helped him. Then Darnell grabbed my legs and shoved his big black cock up my butthole. They both tried to move my body up and down their cock, and it took them a little while to get in sync.
Meanwhile, I kept stroking the two penises in front of my face. Blaze ejaculated first, and I willingly directed the flow of gooey male jelly to the blonde hair on the back of my head. When he was done, I wiped the tip of his cock in my hair. I knew how much he hated blonde gals — unless it was just a sexual fantasy. Either way, I think he got pleased with my performance.
Then my mouth took care of the other cock. I was overdue for an intake of male protein, anyway.
After ejaculating, the guys put their pants on and went back to yelling at the two tv screens. I rolled off and crashed on the floor. Madison offered me her hand to help me get up, but I didn’t want to, and she left.
I closed my eyes and reviewed the events of the weekend.
I couldn’t get my mind away from the double cocks in my pussy, my ass, and my mouth. My right hand intuitively found itself on my clitoris. I plunged my fingers inside my pussy to get juice. I then used it to stimulate my pleasure button, continuing to keep my eyes closed and remembering the emotional and physical feeling of two cocks in each one of my holes.
I wondered if it was physically possible to get it all to happen at once—to have six cocks penetrating a woman at once. I wanted to try!
In the following week, after sharing with Madison my experience of being held upside down and my decision to work on my abs, she got me an inversion table, and I’ve been using it regularly since then. I can now remain upside down for a very long time before getting dizzy, which paid off when I went deep-sea fishing with Madison’s daddy.
And I used the same machine to work on my abs.
After a couple of days of exercising indoors with the torture machine, I brought it down by the pool, and when Darnell is around to monitor me, I drop it in the shallow end of the pool to practice keeping my head above water just by the power of my abs. When I reach my limit, and my head remains underwater, I splash with my hands for Darnell to pull me out.
I was serious about being the ultimate fuck doll. And I still am!
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