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I Was a Super Bowl Fuck Toy ‘Winning Prize’ For His Buddies
The Ram supporters got to ram me after I served the group in the nude with chicken wings and beer, slapping my ass, fondling my boobs, and pinching my nipples [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.
A week before Valentine’s Day, I called my friend Madison and asked her if she’d like to offer me as a sex toy to her husband for Valentine’s Day as she had done on their wedding anniversary. I regularly masturbated while remembering that day, and I wanted more. She was ecstatic about my offer.
Whenever we met after their wedding anniversary dinner, her husband usually got to do to me all kinds of sexual acts he was not allowed to perform on her, which always included ramming his big black cock up my ass and down my throat.
Part of the drill during these fucking meetings was that they usually did not let me have an orgasm. They would both explode with pleasure, but I would not because I was supposed to be a sex gadget for their enjoyment. And sex objects don’t have orgasms. They were both getting excited by that.
I love Madison so much that seeing how animated she can get when I satisfy her husband’s sexual kinks was pretty thrilling to me. And she pleased me beyond my wildest dreams when we met without her husband.
Just before dinner on Sunday, February 14, she came to pick me up at my place with her elegant Lotus. Money is not an issue for that couple. I can tell you that much!
On the way there, she said she had a surprise for me, and she was hoping I would love it. She didn’t seem fully confident about it, so I got puzzled, but she wouldn’t say more.
Once we got to her lavish beach house, I noticed a few cars in front of their door. Their vehicles are usually parked in their giant garage. I didn’t have time to think about what that meant because she grabbed my hand and ran inside with me. There was a lot of noise coming from what I remembered as an audio-visual room. She continued to hold my hand tight and pulled me toward it.
“Ta-tum!” she exclaimed, raising her hands in the air.
I do not fully remember the next few seconds, but I bet my mouth was wide open, stunned. Six guys turned and looked at me at the same time. They were inspecting me from head to toe. I felt naked! Well, I was almost naked since I was only wearing a thin sundress like I usually do, but I mean… I felt like an object — hopefully, a nice art object! Two of them whistled. Another one said: “Yes! I approve!”
They had been expecting me.
My friend leaned closer to me and whispered in my ear something like: “Balls for the Super Bowl!”
Damn! I hadn’t realized it was Super Bowl weekend. I don’t follow football at all! I had plenty of experience with football players in high school and college, but it was in the locker room after local matches as a cock-sucking bimbo.
I’m an outdoor gal. I like beach volleyball, scuba diving, paddling, and the like. Next, I want to get some surfing lessons in Cocoa Beach.
In any case, I looked at her, still totally mystified.
I am reporting on conversations from memory and skipping most of the football banter between the guys. Otherwise, this sex life report would be longer than Darnell’s cock! I’m calling them Darnell & Madison to protect their privacy. They don’t know about my sex life reports.
“More hands fondling the doll?” she said, partially asking and telling me. “And you get balls for the Super Bowl!”
“Hands?” I instinctively replied. I am sure I was smirking.
“Well,” she laughed. “You know… More hands and cocks, in and out of the toy! If you’re OK with that.”
I looked back at the guys. Four of them were still eyeing me. I think they were already imagining their rods penetrating the young blonde.
“That is an awesome Valentine’s Day gift to my husband, babe,” she continued, kissing me on the month.
“OK, but,” I replied, not realizing at first that I had said OK, “how does it work?”
“Guys!” she yelled, grabbing my hand again and bringing me in front of the seats that were set in a U-shape in front of a gigantic TV screen. “Only one rule. If she says ‘Lotus,’ everything stops. It’s her safe word. Everybody got that?”
They all nodded or answered in the affirmative. Finally, she pushed my dress down to the floor. I was naked under my dress because I came ready to have sex with her husband and because I never wore any kind of underwear or bra. I will continue to do so for as long as my young, firm boobs will agree with me!
My nude female body was fully exposed to six guys ready to watch the Super Bowl. It was happening! Whatever “it” was.
“With or without shoes?” she asked. The consensus was that they wanted me to keep my high heels. So, my tits, flat belly, pussy, and every part of my body were naked, except for earrings and an ankle chain Madison had given me as a reminder of my role as a sex toy. It was a slave ankle chain with “Madison’s” written on it.
I had not moved an inch, and I barely remember if I was breathing when I looked at my girlfriend and asked what I was expected to do.
“Oh, right!” she replied. “You serve them drinks and food, prepare the chicken wings, pick up the empty beer bottles, and all that traditional Super Bowl wife stuff, but in the nude.”
I nodded in agreement. She grinned, took both of my hands, locked eyes with me, and added: “And the big prize is you! At the end of the game, whoever wins… Get you!”
At first, I didn’t have a clue what she meant. She saw it in my eyes and explained.
“Darnell and these two,” she said, pointing at two other guys, “support Cincinnati. The others, Los Angeles. Even split! You get the three winning cocks!”
The guys suddenly cheered loudly, as if they were in a very competitive race, full of testosterone. One of them danced like a monkey tapping on his chess. I’m not kidding! Another one said something like, “The Rams will ram her, baby!” I later found out that the Rams were the team from Los Angeles.
“OK, babe?” she asked, still holding my hands.
I pictured three cocks in my three holes. I figured none of these five white penises would be bigger than Darnell’s big black cock he had pushed up my ass and down my throat a few times.
Otherwise, I’m the one who had called Madison to offer myself as a sex toy on Valentine’s Day. And I was looking for inspiration for my erotica short stories and novels. Furthermore, I had rarely held three cocks inside of me at the same time. I wanted more of it! So I nodded. She kissed me on the mouth and left me there as a defenseless prey in front of six testosterone-filled predators.
Not much happened in the first half of the Super Bowl. I am sorry to report. I explored their kitchen to take care of keeping the beer flowing and the chicken wings aplenty.
Needless to say, I got my naked ass regularly slapped — pretty much every time I was within slapping distance. And my breasts got groped repetitively when I bent over to hand over drinks or pick up plates. Men are so predictable!
And then, the half-time show happened. None of the guys were much into that. Darnell pulled me onto his knees, fondled my boobs, and pinched my nipples. He said something to the effect the Rams hadn’t won me yet. Apparently, his Cincinnati team was losing at that point in the game, and he was confident they would come back.
With his behavior, Darnell made it clear to his five buddies that no part of my body was off-limits. They took turns having me sit on “Daddy’s lap,” groping my breasts and playing with my nipples. At one point, Darnell put a finger up my ass and trumpeted that I was a tight fuck. He seemed pretty proud that the naked, young blonde in front of his buddies had been his sex toy for a while. He wanted them to know.
“Pizza!” one guy called. They all booed him until they understood he wanted me to answer the delivery guy in the nude. Then, the vote mysteriously switched to a unanimous “yes”!
I remembered that some of my fans had requested more sex life reports about public nudity and being a submissive slut. So, the pizza delivery thing was an excellent idea for me, too. Besides, exhibitionism is something I naturally enjoy, as you know by now.
When the pizza arrived, Darnell gave me a $10 bill. I told him it wouldn’t be enough. He slapped my ass and told me to go. So I went to answer the door, and since there was no way around it, I opened it full, exposing my tits and pussy to the delivery man. It was a young guy, and he looked down, shy. Of course, he told me it was not enough money, so I went back to Darnell for more and walked back to pay the delivery guy.
I don’t know if he watched my naked butt while I walked away from him, but he never looked me in the face when I came back. I felt sorry for the poor guy. He was probably in his mid-20s. I had never seen such a shy guy in all the times I exposed my naked body to unsuspecting men. So I encouraged him.
“It’s OK. You can look! Unless you don’t like women’s bodies…”
That was enough to motivate him. He stared at my boobs while I held the pizza box on the side to ensure he had a good view.
“I’m just a fuck toy for the Super Bowl,” I added. For a second, I thought I would have to do CPR. He turned white, then red and ran back to his car. I wondered about that. If I was, indeed, a sex toy, shouldn’t he have inquired as to my well-being instead of running? Men! They are not all chivalrous.
The second half of the Super Bowl was more or less the same as the first half, except that somewhere in the middle of that second half, Darnell grabbed me and shoved his finger up my ass again, yelling that I would be his. I guessed his team came back from behind (pun intended) and was now leading.
By the end of the game, though, I heard a lot of “Rams” along with “Who’s gonna ram your girl, Darnell?” The team named the Rams had won.
The three guys who had “earned” the right to celebrate their victory by taking ownership of my body didn’t seem to know what to do. Darnell showed them to a bedroom and pushed me in there with them.
I had never seen guys undressing so fast. In no time, I had three cocks stiffening around me. But that was all they took the lead on! Neither of them moved, grabbed me, or anything. So I got on my knees and used three tools for three cocks: my mouth, my right hand, and my left hand. In rotation.
The three rods got hard pretty quickly, but I figured I had to do something more, or their evening wouldn’t be that memorable. I asked one of them to lie down on his back. I climbed over him and swallowed his cock with my pussy. By doing that, one guy ended up right in front of me, so I gave his cock a quick kiss, then I used my hands to spread my ass cheeks. I looked at the third guy. He wasn’t doing anything! Not every man is a leader.
“Fuck me in the ass, for fuck’s sake!” I ordered him. I had never been big on talking dirty, but he seemed to need a jolt of energy. He obeyed like a robot. I helped him with my hands. Once his cock was halfway up my ass, I concentrated on the penis in front of me. He wasn’t big, so I didn’t have a problem giving him the pleasure of a deep throat. By the look on his face, I am guessing he had never experienced that before.
I did most of the work on these three cocks to keep them moving in and out of me, but not for long. I could sense they would ejaculate quickly like inexperienced men often do. I wondered if they were married men not used to having sex, but we didn’t get into these types of conversations.
I flipped myself around, lying on my back.
“Shoot on me,” I ordered. “I’m your dirty girl!”
“Stroke yourself!” I had to add for them to get going. Eventually, the first one ejaculated on my belly. I grabbed the second one and finished him with my hand, getting him to shoot over my face. That got the third one visibly excited, and he joined in, ending up unloading his balls mainly in my hair.
“Thanks, guys!” I said at the end, to get them to put their clothes on and leave. I stayed there for a while, wondering what to do. I needed to shower and find where my dress had gone.
The door opened, and Madison came in. She lay down next to me and kissed me.
“You are the bestest ever!” she said. “I love you!”
I stared at her. My heart skipped a beat. I had heard nobody use the L word with me since I had moved to South Florida. She joined me in the shower. She washed the sperm off my hair. We hugged and kissed for a long time.
She invited me to move in with her and Darnell. I think she meant permanently, but I looked so surprised that she suggested doing it for a month to see. I didn’t provide her with an answer on that day.
I needed to think about that one.
Madison, Darnell, and me… It was kind of a love triangle, and I enjoyed it. I just needed to think about the idea of being with them day in and day out.
I was living in a beach condo I had borrowed from a friend — actually, from an old friend of my Daddy. Therefore, I wouldn’t have saved money by moving in with Madison and Darnell. I would get to live in a luxurious house on the beach, but the condo was also on a beachfront. Like I said… A spoiled brat!
The other element to consider was that I was all set up at the condo to be productive in my job at home. I was remotely managing social media and content marketing for various businesses. Would living with Madison and Darnell involve being a sex toy 24/7? I thought I wanted to keep working, whether or not I needed the money (and I did).
So… I was confused. And three months later, I still haven’t answered her. Your feedback, ideas, and suggestions are welcome in the comment section below or by contacting me.
Update: Thankfully, I had more exciting gang bangs since then, including a crazy one on Easter Saturday at a “Fuck The Bunny” event! Subscribe to receive an email when I post new sex life reports on Medium.
Update 2: I got a much better gang-bang experience after the Miami Heat won their series in the NBA basketball playoff series on May 12.
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