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I Slept Outdoors on The Asphalt, Naked & Chained To The Bumper of My New 4x4
Being a brat came with consequences while my girlfriend and her husband fought over ownership of my boobs & 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.
Every time I think I’ve seen it all with Madison and Darnell, they come up with some new mind-blowing, outrageous, but stimulating kinky stuff! If I had known how stimulating my sex life would become in South Florida, I would have moved down here sooner! Is it because of the heat?
Let’s go back to the first Thursday of April. I didn’t go for a jog on the beach like I often do because I kept getting “severe weather” warnings on my phone. It was destiny calling, it seemed, because Madison came knocking on my door. It was the first time she showed up without calling first.
She wanted me to join her. She said she had a gift for me. I wondered what kind of sexually deviant “gift” she had in mind. The last time we went out together, she had me lick the balls and swallow the sperm of a stranger in a hotel room in South Beach.
She drove us back to her beach house. We can’t see onto their property until the gate is opened. Once we drove in, I noticed a seductive SUV parked right in front of their door. It had a giant red bow on the hood. Certainly, that couldn’t be my gift! I was speechless. Madison laughed.
“Like it?” she asked. I opened the door of that kick-ass 4x4 and sat in the driver's seat, still barely breathing. She sat in the passenger seat.
If I remember correctly, I must have said, “Oh my god!” a thousand times. I’m an outdoor type of gal, so it was the perfect vehicle for me.
I tried to articulate a question to find out if it came with strings attached. Perhaps it was a gift to incite me to move in with them as their sex pet. I still hadn’t given them an answer to that. She interrupted and assured me it was “just because”!
I wondered for a second why she gave me such a handsome set of wheels. I often heard that in lesbian relationships, one partner is more “male” while the other one is more “female.” Is it true? I had no idea and still don’t. But in our relationship, Madison was certainly more like the dominant, rich male beast controlling the action, while I was the weak, poor blonde damsel. Yet, she didn’t give me an ornamental, feminine car, and I was glad. In my mind, I could already see a stand-up paddleboard on top and scuba diving gear in the trunk — or whatever you call the back storage area in that type of vehicle.
I enjoy being in a room full of guys watching televised sports. I feel and smell raw testosterone. And that 4x4 reminded me of that. I would get to ride testosterone on the road!
I sprung out of my seat and onto Madison’s lap in the passenger seat. We kissed passionately.
“I love you!” I said for the first time without truly realizing what I was saying. She locked eyes with me and smiled. Then I felt bad for saying that I loved her right after receiving an expensive gift. Was I becoming a prostitute?
Before she could answer (not that I know if she would have), the gate re-opened. Darnell drove in, put his car inside the garage, then walked to us. I was still on top of Madison in the passenger’s seat of a brand new 4x4 at the front door of their beach mansion.
The pieces of conversation are recalled from memory. They may not be 100% accurate, but the gist of it is in there.“What is this?” Darnell asked. “Did you buy it for her?”
Madison didn’t answer. She simply grinned.
“Does she ever answer questions?” I wondered to myself.
“She’s mine, you know? Madison is mine, Delisha!” Darnell added with a grin.
At that moment, I remembered the sex test I had done a few days earlier (and shared with you earlier this month) in which I was wondering about being a brat instead of always blindly obeying Darnell and Madison. The test results had me as a 100% brat, so I answered “No!” and started kissing Madison again.
Neither of them expected a rebellious answer, I think. It was a new behavior for me.
Darnell grabbed me by the hair and pulled me out of the 4x4. He tore open my sundress and grabbed my boobs. It got me wet!
I read somewhere that a woman who likes to be used is a “broken one” in serious need of help. Well, I think the woman who provided that answer is missing out on a lot of sexual fun. I am not submissive in my career, but in sexual activities, I am, and it is electrifying.
“Madison is mine, and these are mine, too!” he said, pinching my nipples.
“No!” I immediately replied. Besides, I had been wearing a slave anklet engraved with “Madison’s” on it for quite some time. I certainly could not say “yes” to Darnell, especially not in front of Madison.
Darnell turned around and went into the garage while Madison got out of the car and grabbed both of my hands, locking eyes with me again. My heart skipped a beat. I had the feeling she was about to tell me she loved me too, but Darnell was back too quickly. He took my hands off his wife and pulled me in front of the 4x4, where he tied my wrists to the two closed hooks at each end of the front bumper, forcing me to bend down with my ass up in the air.
Meanwhile, I noticed Madison running inside the house. Darnell finished ripping my sundress to get me totally naked in their driveway. Then Madison came back with lubricant. She was playing along without a word having been said by her. She applied lube to my butthole like she had done at the body painting Christmas event.
She whispered to me at the same time to ask if I was OK. She was like a best friend, a lover, a sex master, and a mother to me.
Then I felt Darnell's gigantic hands grabbing each side of my hips. His cock was quite hard because he pushed himself inside of me without needing either of his hands to align the rod with my back door. My pussy was even wetter than when he first ripped my dress. Sadly for me, that was not the hole he was using.
I had been manhandled by Madison’s husband before, but the situation on that day was quite inspiring. The sun was still out, warming up my body, while my hands were tied to each end of the front bumper of a 4x4 Madison had just given to me; my head was down, resting on the bumper, and my ass up in the air, with a giant black cock “taking me” because I had been a brat.
“Your ass is mine, is it?” he asked.
“No!” I yelled.
Me being a brat seemed to excite him because he ejaculated quite quickly.
As he was pulling up his pants, he asked me again if my ass was his, and once again, I said, “No”. He slapped my ass and said: “Ok then! We’ll continue this conversation after dinner!” He took Madison's hand and went inside their house.
I couldn’t believe it. I looked around. I was naked with my hands tied apart to the front bumper of a 4x4… Alone! I stared at their front door for a while, but nobody came out, so I sat my naked ass the best I could on the asphalt, my boobs squashed onto the bumper.
I didn’t have a watch or my phone, so I didn’t know for how long I sat there. I also don’t know how many times I shook my head in disbelief. Some other times, I laughed. It was my first experience as a brat, and I realized it came with consequences.
Eventually, Darnell came back, but he didn’t ask me if I was “his”. Instead, he asked me if I was hungry. Of course, I was! So he pulled his cock out and told me to eat. From the way I was tied, I had to twist my body to suck his cock.
“That’s how Madison feeds you when she takes you out for dinner, isn’t it?” he said.
Before that day, I didn’t know if they were sharing everything, but now I knew. He seemed to know all about our hotel dinner a few days earlier.
Once again, he ejaculated pretty quickly, then pulled his pants up and went back inside the house, leaving me nude outside. The sun was down by then.
After what seemed to be an eternity, especially for my naked butt cheeks on rough asphalt, Darnell and Madison came out. He asked me, once again, if my ass was his. He asked that question only when Madison was around. Of course, I had to say no, since I had already agreed that my body was Madison’s.
“Ok, then!” he said, going into the garage.
He came back with a chain! My “safe word” almost came out of my mouth when I saw it, but I was also curious to see what his plan was. He tied one end of the chain around my right ankle and locked it with a padlock. Then he did the same with another padlock with the chain going around the front bumper of the 4x4. He untied my hands but locked them with handcuffs behind my back.
He then put a bowl of water on the ground and spread a towel along the front of the car.
“Good night!” he said, turning around. Madison followed him inside the house.
I froze in place, not really believing they wanted me to sleep outside, naked, in the driveway. First, I sat down on the towel, which was an improvement to the raw asphalt and waited.
Since I moved to South Florida, I wondered about sleeping outside, but that dream usually involved sand and a beach, not asphalt in a driveway! At least, the good thing was… There were no sand fleas in their driveway!
Eventually, the lights inside the house were turned off. It was becoming real! At that point, I wondered what was the role of a “safe word” if nobody was around to hear it. I was fairly new to BDSM and always assumed that having a safe word was all anybody needed. But it seems sometimes it is not enough.
In any case, I didn’t want to use my safe word. At all. I was looking at my surroundings and finding it pretty extreme, challenging, and therefore thrilling. I was in the driveway of a multi-million dollar beach mansion, chained to the front bumper of a muscular-looking 4x4, naked and handcuffed. And I loved it.
I thought of reaching for the front seat, but the chain was way too short. In fact, it was even too short for me to get on the hood.
I looked at the bowl of water. I was thirsty. So I drank, but I gotta tell you… Slurping water out of a bowl on the ground while your hands or tied behind your back is a hell of a great exercise for the abs!
I waited for a while but eventually got sleepy. It was a good thing we were in South Florida. Not only that, but it had been a hot day with a temperature around 90F (30C), and the night was hot. I lay on the towel. I could still feel the roughness of the asphalt, but that was all I had.
The last time I had slept naked outside, I was a teenager in a tent. From what I remembered, though, it wasn’t much more comfortable!
Should I tell you about that old adventure? I don’t think I’m allowed to do so on Medium :(
I woke up drenched. The storms they had been forecasting became real. Rain was pouring on my naked body. Fortunately for me, it was warm rain during an unusually warm night. And it only lasted a few minutes, as is often the case in a tropical climate. However, afterward, my wet towel offered me less protection from the asphalt.
I looked at the house, but there was no sign of life.
Overall, I probably didn’t sleep more than a couple of hours by the time the sun came up. A while later, Darnell walked out of the house.
He came to me. I stood up. He went behind my back, wrapped his arms around me and grabbed my boobs, then pulled & twisted my nipples.
“Have a good day!” he said, slapping my ass.
He got in his car and drove off, but not without stopping at the gate to have a long look at the naked woman chained in his driveway. I had never felt more defenseless than at that moment, and it was exciting. In a weird way. But exciting nevertheless.
It took a while for Madison to come out. Her sleepy head showed she had slept in comfortably while my bare ass cheeks had been sitting on asphalt and rocks in her driveway. What a contrast that was!
She removed the handcuffs but didn’t know how to remove the chain. She had to call Darnell to find out where the padlock keys were.
Once I was free, she brought me inside the house and let me have a shower before offering me coffee and breakfast. Eventually, while we locked eyes, we both cracked up laughing.
“You guys are crazy!” I declared.
“But you love me!” she replied, grabbing me and kissing me. She had heard!
She yanked me to the master bedroom, where she went down on me and gave me another one of her signature orgasms. I can’t describe them. They are from another world!
Just before lunch, she gave me one of her dresses since Darnell had ripped mine, and I drove home in my brand-new 4x4. I had things to do on Friday for my social media & content marketing clients.
It was strange to finally be parking a vehicle in the parking spot that came with the condo. As I stepped out of the vehicle, my neighbor was walking toward his car.
“Nice sets of wheels!” he said.
“Brand new!” I replied, almost as proud of myself as if I had purchased it.
He stopped to look at it. He walked all around, nodding his head in approval.
It’s my 4x4 that was getting him excited, probably like the Ferrari had done when Madison slept over. Damn it! What did I have to do to get this man’s eyes on me and his cock to get hard because of my boobs, not because of rubber on asphalt?
“I gotta take it for its real first ride tomorrow. Wanna come?” I asked. That man was a handsome piece of meat and, for once, about my age and probably not somebody who would make me sleep outside naked!
I was further thinking about all the sexual activities I wanted to try and for which I needed a regular boyfriend. Am I deviant? Evil? I don’t know! But I sure wanted to play with that male beast.
And lucky me! He answered, “Sure!” while continuing to nod at my brand-new set of wheels. Here is the report on how that road test went:
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