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I Was a Nude Body Painting Model at a Black-Tie Event + Public Sex Demo With The Male Model
Deviant, rich people picked degrading sex acts for me, the poor girl, to perform as entertainment in public [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.
At the end of the year, my friend Madison asked if I would be willing to entertain guests at her South Florida beach mansion for a black-tie holiday season reception. I answered in the affirmative even before seeking what “entertaining” entailed, except that I was sure it would involve a certain kind of tails! I was settled into my role as a sex toy to my friend and her husband. And enjoyed every second of it.
To prepare for the event, she simply told me to shave totally. When I asked, she confirmed she wanted me to remove even the little triangle of pubic hair I kept above my pussy to prove I was a natural blonde.
On the agreed-upon Saturday, a black car picked me up around lunchtime. When I arrived at Madison & Darnell’s house, there were security guards, and I was asked to identify myself. I was not on the guest list! I explained to the giant man blocking my way that Madison had asked me to come over as entertainment. He stopped, smiled, and looked at me from head to toe or, more precisely, from tits to toe.
“Your partner has already arrived,” he said. I had no clue what he meant by that, but I walked in.
Luckily, Madison quickly spotted me, thanked me for coming, and asked if I had removed the triangle above my pussy, which I had. She brought me to a large room next to the pool deck with a series of opened patio doors along the East wall. It was full of well-dressed people. Men were in black suits, and some wore bow ties. That, in itself, was surprising. You rarely see men’s suits in South Florida, where business meetings are done in polo shirts or even, sometimes, t-shirts. I assumed a bunch of these people were from out of town.
Otherwise, a naked, young, muscular man was comfortably seated in an armchair. Next to him, two lanyards were hanging from the ceiling.
Madison ordered me to get naked, which I did, right there in a crowded room. Of course, the exhibitionist side of me was pleased! There were people of both genders watching me.
Madison then proceeded to attach my wrists to the lanyards above my head. I asked why I was displayed like that while the guy got to be in a comfortable chair. She stopped to explain that it had all been decided by the party planner. Then, she asked if I was OK with it. Of course, I was, even though I had the feeling that of the two naked people in the room, I would not be the one getting the big end of the stick—well, maybe in another way!
It turned out that the party planner was a good-looking middle-aged woman. Go figure! It was a woman who had decided to display my naked body as a prisoner, with my arms tied above my head, while the man was comfortably seated next to me. She even brought him a glass of hard liquor, which looked like scotch, while I got nothing. Women are often the worst to other women! And that piqued my curiosity. What were they up to? What entertainment was planned? I realized that perhaps I should have asked, but either way, I felt safe because Madison knew my safe word.
I didn’t have to wait long for clarifications. The party planner stood between my naked body and the nude man, grabbed everybody’s attention, and explained the event.
For the following hour, the guests were invited to vote on the type of full-body painting the naked guy and I were to receive. Men had to vote to decide how my naked body would get painted, while women had to decide about the cock-carrying muscular beast.
She estimated that the body painting jobs would last until dinner time, at which time the naked guy and I would walk around the room to collect suggestions on what sex acts he and I would publicly perform. The display of public sex was to be done at the end of the dinner with an evening drink.
“Wow!” is what came to my mind. Every time I thought I had done the wildest sex thing ever, Madison and Darnell found a way to knock me off my feet — not that I could be at that moment since I was hanging from the ceiling in my birthday suit.
The party planner placed a white wine metal bucket in front of the armchair for women to vote on how the guy would get painted and put an empty humidor in front of my naked toes for men to vote. From what she had explained, they had to vote among the three choices written on the ballot. She didn’t say what the choices were, and since I was tied to the ceiling, I couldn’t see.
About an hour later, she tallied the vote and announced the results. The women had chosen for the naked guy to be painted as a gorilla with “strong abs,” while the men had voted for me to be painted “in lingerie.”
Stereotypes, right? But… Who am I to talk? I’m a professionally successful (I think) gal who likes to be used as a blonde bimbo, so… Fun in sex is good. That’s all.
She untied me and placed both of us on two small step stools side by side. A female artist was assigned to paint the man, while a male artist took care of covering my nude body with paint.
As the party planner had forecasted, the body painting jobs took all afternoon. Meanwhile, it seemed like the guests had come to the event with a set of spare clothes because I eventually realized most of them were wearing bathing suits while going in and out of the room through the open doors providing access to the pool. However, it seemed more like an occasion for them to show off their expensive beachwear because I didn’t see a single woman with wet hair! Keeping their makeup intact was clearly more important than enjoying themselves.
I know nothing about body painting, but both artists seemed to be quite good, giving attention to minute details. I expected my partner’s cock to stiffen at one point, but it never happened. I don’t know how he did that, with a woman painting it and all these other women stopping by to check and comment on the gigantic size of his tool. He must have been good at fixating mentally on his mother-in-law or something like that.
Unless… Is there a pill that is the opposite of Viagra?
Many men and women stopped to look at his body and mine. One comment I found entertaining came from an old couple. They both looked at me extensively. She ignored the naked cock next to the display of my tits and pussy. At one point, the woman asked her husband: “You like the canvas?”
His eyes beamed as he said: “Very much, honey!” to which she replied: “Well, I’ll be outside when you are done appreciating nature...”
That old man stayed for a very long time. He clearly had a hard-on in his shorts and was particularly interested in how the artist painted my boobs.
At the end of the body painting session, the man next to me looked like a threatening gorilla, and the women who had asked for strong abs certainly had no reason to be disappointed.
In my case, the male body painting artist had created sexy lingerie at my waist, thighs, and around my boobs, leaving my genitals exposed. But he painted them, too. What he did was clever. I didn’t have tan lines anymore as I regularly let the sun kiss my body next to the pool at that beach mansion, so… He painted some!
The result was that my nudity was put even more on display.
My tits, the area around my pussy, and my ass cheeks were painted in light skin color, making it all stand out. He also highlighted and increased the size of my nipples and vaginal lips. Meanwhile, my naked companion had his cock painted in black along with the lower part of his body, which made his penis barely visible. So, the woman was put significantly more on display as a sexual toy than the man was.
It was sexist, but since I love being the center of attention, I was not complaining!
I hadn’t seen tan lines on my body in a long time. It was rather cute. I know some men like that. But what I found interesting is that the “body painting” made my body even more nude than I already was. The exhibitionist part of me was thrilled. And the submissive part of me also enjoyed being exposed like that. For me, it was like an extreme, accentuated form of exhibitionism.
As the party planner had requested, my naked male companion and I walked around the room during dinner with a bucket, little pieces of paper, and pens. Guests were back into their black-tie attire. I have no idea how Madison and Darnell managed to provide enough changing room spaces for so many people. I guess with money and a gigantic mansion, you can do anything!
Guests had to write a sex act or position on a piece of paper and put it in the bucket we were carrying. Men put theirs in my box; women, in the gorilla’s box. Most men looked at me from head to toe while doing so but with no verbal expression. Women were more vocal. Many giggled as they filled their paper submission with a painted naked gorilla and especially a naked painted cock, right next to their face. From such a close viewpoint, the penis was more visible, obviously.
Once we had completed that step of the event, the party planner asked us to return to our starting station, where she tied my wrists back to the lanyards hanging from the ceiling. Then, to make it even more evident that I was a prisoner or a thing on display, she brought a plate of food to the guy but not to me. In a whisper, I asked her about the difference in treatment. She smiled and said: “It’s your job to entertain the men!”
I thought she could have had the gorilla act like one on a stand to entertain the ladies, but… I wasn’t in charge! And apparently, women like their men to be comfortable while men enjoy tied women put on display.
So… Guys! After reading this, let me know, please. Is it really more exciting for you to see a naked woman with her wrists attached above her head to the ceiling than if she was just standing there naked? And do you see yourself sipping scotch in an armchair next to her? Does that picture give you a hard-on? Or was the party planner weird? You can provide me with feedback at www.DelishaKeane.com - I love you!
At the end of the dinner, the party planner requested everybody’s attention and announced it was time for a special Christmas entertainment gift from Madison and Darnell. She explained she would pick two random sex acts from the male bucket and two from the female bucket. My naked gorilla partner and I were to show these sexual acts to them from a mini-stage set up in the middle of the room, among the tables where the guests were sitting.
“Sit on his face until you come,” is what she read from the first piece of paper she took out of the male basket. Wow! I liked it! That was a good start. I usually do not have orgasms from penetration, but I have great ones from oral sex.
As he lay on his back on the stage and I positioned myself over his face, I looked around and felt great. To be naked in public is like a drug to me, and I was showing my tits and pussy to so many strangers simultaneously. To add to the pleasure, I was about to have sex in public with a live, attentive audience, not sex in a half-hidden public place with perhaps one passerby noticing. I was lowering my pussy over a man’s mouth in front of a room full of strangers staring at me. What a thrill it was!
I opened my pussy with my fingers to let his tongue reach my inner lips and clit. I was in paradise! I looked around at all these men and women. Locking eyes with a few men while the gorilla was licking my clit got me excited pretty damn fast! Of course, to be a good entertainer, I exaggerated my yelling as I came, but I sure had an orgasm. Did I mention I love having orgasms in public? It wasn’t the first time but each time is awesome!
The party planner asked us to stand up. He obeyed right away, but it took me a little while as my heart was racing and my legs were shaking.
“Ass-fucking, hair-pulling, ass-slapping” was written on the first piece of paper that came out of the women’s basket. That was another surprise to me. From the male bucket came something awesome for me, while a woman in this room had requested for my ass to be abused. It was the opposite of what I had expected.
While I got on all fours, I noticed Madison racing to me with a tube of lube that she applied to my butthole. That was another glorious moment. My loving girlfriend’s finger went inside my ass in public! But of course, it didn’t last long and gave way to the giant cock from the gorilla, who didn’t hold back from giving me a pounding.
I assumed body paint was bio-something. If it was okay for our skin, it should be fine up my ass, too. I hoped.
The gorilla assuredly pleased whoever had asked for that specific sex act because he went hard on the hair-pulling and ass-slapping. I could hear women cheering him, which encouraged him to pull stronger and slap harder. Eventually, he vigorously grabbed my hips and fucked me faster, growling like a gorilla.
The party planner asked him to stop before he could ejaculate into my ass. She said they might need his cock to be hard for the next public sex act.
“Suck & swallow” came next out of the man’s bucket. I love sucking cock and enjoy swallowing gooey cum, but… Fuck! This was ass-to-month! I had done that a few times because I am all about pleasing male beasts, but I never enjoyed doing it.
The party planner pointed the gorilla’s cock to me. I went on my knees in front of him and looked at the tip of his hard dick fresh out of my ass. Part of the body paint was gone. I hesitated.
“Go!” the party planner woman said with a giant grin as if she was enjoying the idea that I would suck a dick straight out of my ass. And I got confirmation of her excitement pretty quickly.
“Ladies & gentlemen!” she yelled. “The little slut is about to suck a dick straight out of her ass… For your entertainment! Yes?”
The crowd erupted into cheers, including loud whistling. I mentally shook my head but was actually frozen. I was impressed at how easy it was for people to express their animalistic urges in a crowd. Rich people, at least!
So far, for the entire day, women had been nothing but mean to me. Yet, I was thrilled at being nude and having sex in front of such a large group of people, so I went ahead and put my lips around the head of the gorilla’s cock and swallowed it until it reached the back of my throat. Then, I looked around and locked eyes with men in the room, the best I could, to forget about the fact I was sucking a rod that had just been banging my butthole.
As I twisted my head to look at the men in the room, I slogged my way to deep-throating the big cock. I had done it many times in my life, starting in my teenage years and more recently with Darnell's enormous black cock, so I certainly could do it with this one, no matter how large it was. Focusing on deep-throating a big penis made me forget about the whole ass-to-mouth thing. And the excitement on the men’s faces around me motivated me. So many married men never had their cock entirely swallowed — except the men with tiny dicks, I suppose! I held my breath long enough to make them see that my bottom lip was on his balls and my neck had increased in size.
Eventually, he was ready to ejaculate. At that point, I retracted the penis from my mouth, coughing and expecting the party planner to ask that he did not ejaculate.
“No. No!” she yelled. “You eat that cum! You want her to eat the juicy juice, right?”
Once again, the crowd cheered and whistled. I guessed she prevented him from ejaculating into my ass simply because it wasn’t visually entertaining enough. There wouldn’t have been much to see! But she was all for sperm pouring into my mouth and seeing me swallow it.
I shook my head. For real, this time. That woman wanted me to be degraded, and the crowd was all supportive. It was part of the show! So I proceeded. I held his cock with my hand for the guests to see the sperm falling onto my tongue. Once he was done ditching his load, I turned my head to the left and right to show the sperm on my tongue before swallowing it. Some people applauded.
As the gorilla and I stood back up, the party planner said they would take a break in case they needed that cock to be able to get hard again for the fourth and final sex act to be picked out of the women’s bucket.
Darnell and Madison came on stage next to us and thanked their guests, wishing them a happy holiday season, acting all casually as if there was nothing to the fact that two naked bodies were standing next to her after having performed sex acts in public.
Before getting off the stage, Madison whispered in my ears to ask if I was still okay. I assured her I was and told her she clearly could get me to do anything. She had a gigantic grin coming off the stage.
Next, the party planner picked a paper out of the women’s bucket. She stared at it and looked around.
“Maybe not,” she said. “I don’t know who asked for this, but… Not sure it fits this event.” People yelled for her to read it. Obviously, everybody was curious, including me.
She shrugged and read: “Men cover her with sperm before leaving.”
Looking up at the crowd, she added, grinning: “All real men, I guess!”
What the fuck!
A woman had asked for that to be done to me. A woman wanted her husband to do that to me. I shook my head, and the party planner took it as I refused.
“Right! She doesn’t want to, guys!” she said.
“No! It’s OK!” I yelled back, mainly because I was reacting to the fact that shaking my head was not an answer but rather a simple response to the surprise that it was a woman asking for such a degrading act.
The room went silent. As the saying goes, you could have heard a fly. People of both genders were gawking at me. I looked around the room with mixed feelings. It was a humiliating request, but I was the center of attention more than ever before, which is always a thrill for me. I know! I’m an attention whore! Well… While I still have a firm body, I will continue to be :)
“You’d like that, guys?” I asked instinctively, more out of curiosity than anything else. I was still learning what men like. And women!
I could see a handful of men shaking their heads in the affirmative and another handful in the negative. However, what was most surprising to me was the number of women shaking their heads in the affirmative and giggling at their husbands. Of course, I have never been married, so I wouldn’t pretend to understand married people’s relationships, but… Isn’t that surprising?
Is this something you’d like to do — shoot your sperm on a young, naked woman? Is it better if she’s blonde? Gals! Would you like your man to do that? Because there is no physical contact, does it mean it is not “sex”? I’m curious.
At that point, I realized I was the “poor girl” used sexually by a bunch of wealthy people. Looking around the room, I could see jewelry that cost more than a year’s worth of income to me. Perhaps that was part of their thrill. I don’t know! Maybe it’s just something a crowd of rich, deviant people gets into.
“OK, guys! You want to give a poor girl a bunch of rich pearl necklaces… Fine with me!” I said, laughing. For some reason, I found that image… Exciting? Although I was the poor girl. Go figure!
Silence turned to rumbles.
“Are you sure?” the party planner asked me. “I don’t even know how to set it up!”
“In public or in private?” Madison asked. I had not noticed, but she was back on stage.
“Public” was yelled back to us from all over the room, mainly by female voices.
Madison looked at me. “Fine!” I said. On my sexual to-do list, I had the dream of doing “the train” again — having many guys banging me one after the other. I had done it as a teenager, but I wanted to redo it in South Florida with strangers.
This could be a sort of rehearsal, although I just had to “be there” and let the sperm land on me while men lined up to empty their balls.
“OK! She’ll be by the door when you leave!” Madison formally announced.
My girlfriend brought me outside to the bottom of the stairs, where the asphalt begins. Their property is fully enclosed, so nobody from the outside can see what is happening on it. It was dark outside, although I was unsure what time it was.
The party planner suggested chaining me to the lamp post, which would add to the fun. That woman was into BDSM, for sure! Madison asked Darnell to figure that out. He went to the garage and returned with a chain that he set up around my ankle and locked it with a padlock. It was getting serious! It looked serious! He did the same at the other end, around the lamppost.
The party planner said it would be best for me to lie on my back, so I did, lying on the asphalt. I figured Madison didn’t want sperm all over her floor.
Madison stayed with me until the first couple stepped outside. The man walked by, visibly nervous and not planning on stopping, but his wife held him.
“You ain’t ever gonna get another chance to do that, you realize, right?” she told her husband, who turned around to look at his wife and me.
“Go for it!” she insisted, unzipping his pants, pulling his cock out, and stroking it. He didn’t object anymore – men are always agreeable when you have their cock in your hands! His penis got hard pretty fast, if you ask me. She kept stroking it until the sperm jetted out. She kept caressing her husband’s cock while directing the jets toward my face. I had to close my eyes because I am okay with sperm as a skin treatment but not an eye treatment. I tell you… Women! I wondered if she was the one who had suggested that demeaning public sex act.
By the time she was done with her husband’s cock, I had noticed a few more couples on the stairs, looking. One already had his cock out, caressing himself. He moved closer to me and did his thing, aiming at my belly.
Soon, three men were stroking their penises over me while I continued to rest naked on my back on the asphalt in the driveway. I lost track of time and of how many loads of sperm landed on me. I don’t know when Madison left, either.
A few men walked by without doing it, although most of them at least stopped to look at that naked young woman covered in male juice. There was gooey male stuff dripping on the side of my face, stuck in my hair, and all over my body, with a concentration on my tits, my belly button, and my lower abdomen. I could feel semen dripping over my pussy.
I had been used (voluntarily) as a sex toy by Darnell before, so I knew the feeling of being a “thing” for male pleasure, but this brought it up to a new level. I am still not sure how to describe it. I had never felt so much like a dirty whore for men’s pleasure, and the image of the poor girl being used by filthy rich people kept inspiring me, although it was a description of reality.
Truth be told, though, it got repetitive and, ultimately, boring even. That was a lot of naked cocks to discover, in different sizes and shapes, but at one point, it was just cum pilling up on cum. I almost snoozed! And eventually, I realized I was alone on my back, on the parking asphalt, wondering if everybody was gone and had forgotten me.
But Madison came with the padlock key to free me. So I stood up, which made it even more explicit that I had an overload of semen on my body with all that gooey stuff dripping down my legs.
“You got a gardening hose?” I asked. Madison laughed and brought me to it. I washed off the sperm of dozens of men to the best I could, but it worked fine because cold water is the first step. Hot water is not the best for getting rid of sperm. At least on my pale, blonde skin. At the same time, most of the paint got away. I’m unsure if it was because of the water or because the sperm was a good paint remover. I’ll have to test that one day! Either way, body painting before being covered with sperm seems to help clean up the sperm afterward. The things we learn!
Then, as is always the case when I am alone with Madison, she became very caring, bringing me to a giant shower in one of their bedrooms and jumping in it with me. We ended up sleeping in a guest bedroom, our bodies interlaced. I didn’t ask about her husband, but I inquired about the gorilla.
Apparently, the body-painted guy left as soon as they set me up naked and chained in the parking lot. So, for the whole day, except for the face-sitting act, everything had been to the man’s advantage, and for that matter, the most degrading part toward me had been requested by women. I still don’t quite get it, but don’t worry about me… It may sound crazy, but I smile when I think of that day!
I was wondering if, one day, when I have a serious boyfriend, I should tell him about my past.
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