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I Pay The Rent By Letting An Old Man Pamper Me & Worship My Body!
Being worshipped by my daddy’s friend and exposing my bald, young pussy and perky, round naked breasts as a piece of art for his and his buddies’ pleasure. And strip poker! [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.
Before getting into the topic mentioned in the title, let me apologize for my absence over the last couple of months. I’ve missed you guys! However, I think I needed a psychological break from my public “private sex diary” after publishing my first repertoire of reports on my sex life as a voluntary fuck doll.
Nevertheless, I was thinking of you when having sex over that period because I didn’t need a physical break. In fact, at this point in my life, I don’t know how I would live without my holes being regularly used by hungry penises, my nipples being pinched by men asserting their power over a blonde woman, and my ass being slapped by gorillas marking their territory.
I won’t always have a significant hardening effect on cocks, so I want to enjoy every second of it now.
Lucky for me, I got plenty of fun, although I didn’t report on it yet. I’ll try catching up with you over the next couple of weeks. I even got to live some of the fantasies I shared after publishing my first repertoire.
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Since late 2019, I have lived in a South Florida condo that a friend of my daddy let me use for free. Because of the pandemic, he didn’t come to visit until the Summer of 2021. I’ve already reported on that particular week and how much that old man made me feel like a princess.
Later on, he came back for the 2021 holiday season, but he skipped 2022 to go on a cruise ship with a new female friend. I still get to live in his condo for free. I wonder for how long, though.
For those of you familiar with my sex diary, you know that I don’t actually spend a lot of time at the condo. Instead, I’m more often a sex toy for my friend Madison and her husband at their fancy beach house.
And since last Fall, a sexy teenage devil gets to use my body to pleasure her sugar daddy. She gets all the expensive gifts — jewelry, dresses, shoes, and cars. Meanwhile, I get to do all the sexual pleasuring work by opening my legs, offering my butthole, and swallowing sperm to keep him happy and generous with her.
But… When my dad’s friend is in town, I make a point of being at his condo. After all, so far, he hasn’t visited very often. That’s the least I can do to use his condo as my official residence all year!
During his second visit, at the end of 2021, he pampered me even more than he did at his first one.
I have to admit… I enjoy offering my body to men as a fuck toy for them to pleasure themselves. But it’s a nice change to be pampered.
Daily Worshipping On a Massage Table
During his second visit, my dad’s friend bought a portable massage table, the kind used by Zeel, an app providing at-home massage therapy. Very convenient! His condo is relatively small, and it’s practical to be able to fold the massage table and put it away behind the couch.
Since he bought the massage table, he has given me a full body massage every day he is down here. Yes, every single day! I tried to reciprocate a few times, but he always refused categorically and ultimately insisted that I never ask again.
He seems to get intense pleasure at touching every inch of my body. Why else would he have the energy to provide a full body massage every day?
His hands are big and strong, but more importantly, they do magic on my muscles. He said he never got official training as a massage therapist but has always been attentive to what massage therapists do to his body. And apparently, he gets plenty of massages.
Since I got into the habit of always being naked at home, knowing that he enjoys seeing me like that, being naked on the massage table wasn’t unique. What was remarkable was the way he treated my body. It was more than a massage. It felt like a daily worshipping session!
At the third massage session, he kissed every part of my body after massaging that section. By now, there isn’t an inch of my body that he hasn’t kissed.
I sleep so well when he is around. It’s my annual revitalization therapy! He pampers me all day, worships my body every night while providing an incredible full-body massage, and then holds me tight while I sleep in his arms like a baby.
When I wake up, he’s always holding me and looking at me. I wonder if he sleeps at all! As soon as he sees that I am awake, his big bear paws start their morning ritual of caressing my body. His hands are not visiting each part of my body like most men do while using me for sex. In his case, it’s almost non-sexual. It’s care. And pure tenderness!
What a contrast to what is done to my body during the rest of the year!
Don’t get me wrong. I enjoy being a fuck toy shared and passed around. But I also enjoy my week with my dad’s friend. I think what I do during the rest of the year makes this period of time with the old man even more thrilling. And vice versa, when I have three cocks pounding me at my friend’s house, and I’m being thrown around like an inflatable doll, I remember the worshipping feeling of the bear paws on my skin during the holidays.
One type of interaction feeds the thrill of the other. Each one increases the value of the other.
An Old Man at My Feet
I wasn’t expecting a Christmas gift. It didn’t even cross my mind. I grew up in the North, and for me, it cannot be Christmas when there are palm trees!
But he didn’t get the memo!
On Christmas Eve, we had dinner at a restaurant on a terrace, and toward the end of it, he excused himself. I assumed he went to the bathroom, but I guess he went back to the car because he came back with a wrapped box. Of course, I refused to take it because I didn’t have a gift for him. Shame on me! But he insisted it was customary for princesses to be showered in gifts without having to do anything.
Eventually, I opened it. It was the most beautiful pair of high heel shoes I had ever seen and precisely how I liked them. I don’t like shoes that cover my toes. I prefer high heel shoes that leave most of my feet naked. I guess being naked is a constant in my life!
I was still admiring the beautiful high heel shoes when he did the unimaginable. He kneeled in front of me, right there in public, removed my current shoes, and placed my feet inside the new ones. All along, he handled my feet as if they were delicate pieces of art. But that is not the most incredible piece. Guess what he did afterward? He bent further down and placed a kiss on the top of each one of my feet. In public. In a restaurant.
I looked around. It seemed to me that everybody was staring at us. A young woman and an old man. By then, I doubt anybody on that terrace believed I was “his niece.” And yet, we actually rarely had sex. He worships me. That’s what he does. I wanted to shout it, but I didn’t have the courage.
That’s a feeling I will never forget. A half-bald, grey-haired old man on his knees, kissing my feet. And doing it in public as proof of how much I deserve to be adulated.
If you meet a young blonde in a bar in South Florida and you think it’s me, start by kissing my feet, or I won’t be impressed at all. I’m a princess!
My Sugar Daddy’s Buddies
A couple of days later, my Bill asked if I minded hosting a couple of his buddies who were also in South Florida for a few days. I reminded him it was his condo and assured him I would be extra nice to them, already getting excited at being seen by more men. It’s a drug for me, I think.
On the day in question, I got dressed, which was unusual. I’m always naked around him in his condo, although he always wears shorts and a shirt. He says he is past the age to be shirtless. I’m not sure why he thinks that. I like men of all shapes — even those with beer bellies and men’s boobs. In fact, the uglier the man (by social standards), the more thrilled I am at letting him use my tight, young body. The fact that a man thinks I am “out of his league” is an extra thrill when I watch his face as he pleasures himself with me.
But back to our story.
I put on jewelry he had bought me, a thin sundress, and the shoes he had given me a few days earlier.
“You want me to be extra nice to them?” I asked him before they arrived.
He stared at me, clearly wondering what I meant.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” I said, getting on my tippy toes to kiss him.
When I heard knocking at the door, I walked to it, stopped, and then… I dropped the sundress to the floor while opening the door, not giving him time to object.
I stood in the door frame, wearing nothing but fancy high heel shoes, gold earrings, a flashy necklace going down to the top of my cleavage, a bracelet, and a few finger rings. For some reason, I always feel more naked when I carry jewelry than when I am truly bare.
They stared. I invited them in. They were frozen. I stepped forward slowly, letting my naked body visible to people passing by, grabbed their hands, and gave a gentle tuck on them.
“You said… You didn’t say… I didn’t know,” said the taller man while I closed the door. I turned toward him. His mouth was open, and his eyes were glued to my exposed nipples.
“What?” I asked. “He didn’t say I lived here?”
“Oh! He said that,” the tall man replied, launching. “He didn’t say that… You know…”
“She’s not normally naked!” my daddy’s friend interjected. What a strange thing to say since I was always naked around him!
“Yes, I am,” I said. “I’m always naked at home! But oh my god! Does it bother you guys? I’ll go get dressed.”
“No!” both visitors yelled at once. I giggled.
“Well, I mean,” the same tall guy articulated. “It’s your home. So be yourself!” he added with a gigantic grin.
Later on, when I was alone with him in the kitchen, Bill said something like: “What the fuck, Delisha!”
“What’s wrong?” I replied. “I thought you’d be proud to show how lucky you are. Aren’t you proud?”
I let my hands slide all along my body, from my boobs to my legs, while swiveling around on the tips of the fancy shoes he had given me.
“Yes, I am!” he smiled, shaking his head.
Strip Poker With Only a Pair of Shoes
I acted as a waitress for the first part of the evening, serving them drinks in the living room — mainly scotch, neat — while they talked shop. There were mentions of revenues per ton-miles and other dull shit like that.
“Boooooring!” I yelled at one point, standing naked in my high heels in the middle of the living room.
“Sorry!” the shorter man said. “What do you suggest?”
“Let’s play!”
“Sure!” he replied. “Anything you want!”
“Strip poker then,” I announced.
I heard laughing. They didn’t believe me, but I insisted. The last time I played strip poker was with my boyfriend and his buddies. My friend Jane and I were the only pussies in the game. This time, I was the only one. You know I like being the center of attention.
A discussion ensued between the three men. One of them asked what was the point of playing strip poker to see me in the nude when he already had my bare tits and pussy in front of him. Another argued that he didn’t want to see the other guys’ balls. Neither of them involved me in the discussion. I was just the naked piece of meat they were discussing.
Eventually, I stopped them and explained the rules I created on the fly, but they didn’t know I improvised. Don’t tell them!
If I were to lose, I would give a show each time I lost. It could be getting dressed to offer a strip dance, caressing myself, removing my high heels if so they wanted, or anything the winner of that hand would ask me to do.
The two guests loved that. My dad’s friend was less pleased. He said a princess doesn’t do that. So I sat next to him and whispered in his ears that he should let me be an entertainer for his friends, just for fun. “I will be your princess after they leave!” He reluctantly nodded, so I explained the rest of the rules.
When one of the men would lose, nothing would happen. They simply could not ask me to do something.
Our guests were quite pleased with those rules. They didn’t want to see cocks. And they were guaranteed entertainment from a mid-20, naked young blonde! On top of that, with nobody being eliminated, they could ask me to entertain them for as long as they wanted. I don’t know any man who would reject those rules.
But then one of them asked for a last hand at the end of the evening for a grand prize winner.
“What for?” the other one exclaimed. “What’s the prize?”
I had to improvise again because they thought I had played that game before. I declared that once I won, I would get a 6-hand full body massage, and in the unlikely event one of them were to win, that guy would have my body at his disposal, in private, in the bedroom, for an hour.
My sugar daddy objected. I went back to whisper in his ear: “It’s not me! Look at me carefully. I’m just a hired entertainer for the night. Once they are gone, I’ll be your princess again.”
He nodded, although he didn’t seem convinced. It’s hard to be up on such a high pedestal for that one man!
I forgot to say I didn’t know anything about poker. So, of course, I lost the first hand, and the winner, the taller guest, asked me to do a striptease. So I went to the bedroom and got dressed in everything — even a bra! I couldn’t remember the last time my tits had been hidden like that.
I put some music on and entertained them pretty well while they drank their scotch. Even Bill got into it, cheering with the other guys. It was fun! It satisfied both my need to be the center of attention and my craving to get naked in front of men.
After that, I didn’t keep count, but I lost about half the hands. I did two more stripteases, although they wanted me to keep my high heel shoes. Men just love a naked blonde in high heels, for some reason. And then I realized these old men were too prudish to ask for more, so at one point, after losing a hand, I looked at the guy with the winning hand and said: “You want me to caress myself?”
Before he had a chance to answer, I stood up and sent my hands traveling over my body, twisting my nipples and plunging a finger into my pussy. Then I placed myself on my back on the table to continue the show. I grabbed one man’s hand and placed it on my left boob while I placed the other man’s hand on my thigh. Bill put both of his hands on my other leg. He was finally getting into the beat. It wasn’t his princess on the table but simply a toy or a piece of art he should be proud to show off. People often have fancy naked paintings in their houses. I am just a 3D version of that!
I caressed myself for a while, regularly pushing fingers up my vagina to slowly licking them. Their hands gradually became more assertive. The one near my boobs pinched my nipples a couple of times, and the one near my legs wet his fingers on my pussy and even found my clit.
Eventually, I faked an orgasm. Yes, I was excited and wet, but not enough to climax, and I didn’t want to spend the whole night on the hardwood table.
Eventually, one of them called for the last hand to be played. My heart skipped a beat, wondering if one of Bill’s guests would get to use my body for an hour and how Bill would feel about that. The shorter guest won the hand. Once that guy realized he had an hour alone in the bedroom with me, his face turned white, then red. I clutched his hand and dragged him to the bedroom.
After closing the door, I looked at him and almost laughed. It was as if I was looking at an ice sculpture. I clearly had to take the lead, so I unzipped his shorts and pulled them down while kneeling in front of him, ready to worship his manhood.
Like most older men I had encountered in the nude, he wasn't groomed. So as I licked his balls and sucked his cock, my mouth got a whole load of pubic hair. I hear that most women don’t like that. But, strangely enough, I don’t mind. It makes me feel more like a toy designed to pleasure men. My own comfort doesn’t matter. In fact, my naked bald body next to a gorilla is a contrast I enjoy. I spend hours grooming myself to remove all hair but the one on my head. And then there’s this man, being pleasured by me, although he didn’t bother taking a single minute to make it easier for me. It’s the submissive part of me that enjoys such a scenario.
In any case, I had a hard time making it last. That old man was quite excited at seeing a blonde, young woman on her knees, worshipping his cock. So it didn’t last an hour. And after I swallowed his load, which he found surprising, we went back to join the other two in the living room.
I jumped on the couch next to my sugar daddy, my back against his side, and I grabbed his arm to put around me and hold me tight. He did. And he kissed the top of my head a few times while they were back discussing railroad payloads instead of male sperm loads!
I was naked on the couch, with my sugar daddy holding me tight, his hand regularly cupping one of my boobs while the three men were casually discussing work-related stuff. I enjoyed it!
I wondered if it would become a tradition to have his friends over when he comes to visit. But it was now established that my body being naked in his condo was a natural state of affairs, even with guests coming over. And although he worshipped me, other men could use me in his own condo.
We had made progress! I was delighted.
After his friends left, I took a shower before joining my daddy’s friend in bed. I figured he would prefer my body to be fresh from his buddies’ fingerprints and sperm. And I was right. At first, it concerned him that I had performed a sex act in that bedroom. He tried to find out what I had done with his friend, and eventually, I realized he actually wanted to know if we had used the bed. I assured him that another man had not spoiled the sheets and then convinced him to move on. I pretended to know nothing about it — it wasn’t me who had done that. I was his princess, and I would never do such a thing.
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