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Naked in a Hotel Corridor & Eating Sperm From Used Condoms: The Highlights of My Weekend as Part-Sex Toy & Part-Live Porn Movie Star
An 18-year-old teen slut got expensive gifts from her sugar daddy while providing live shows to him with my body and the cocks of other hotel guests [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.
This is the second part of a sex confession about last weekend when I was a submissive fuck toy in a South Beach hotel suite for a sugar daddy and an 18-year-old girl playing the role of a trophy wife for the weekend. You can catch up with the events of Friday evening and Saturday morning here if you want — but you don’t have to. You can penetrate the story starting on Saturday afternoon below.
Amara and the old man came back to the hotel suite in the late afternoon. She immediately walked into the bathroom to remove my handcuffs and untie my leash from the toilet. I had spent the afternoon on the hard, cold ceramic floor of a fancy bathroom because they didn’t want ‘the pet’ to dirty the hotel room.
Pulling on my leash, she brought me to the bedroom where the old man was already standing naked with his average-sized penis slowly stiffening above low-dangling, used balls.
Amara removed her bikini and threw herself on the bed, face up.
“All right. You wanted me to do my conjugal duties… Go!” she said.
Dialogues are recalled from memory. They may not be 100% accurate but close enough!The old man didn’t wait for the end of the sentence to open Amara’s legs and position his cock at the entrance to the teenager’s pussy. His cock was hard by then. He had probably taken pills earlier in the afternoon!
I sat on the floor, on my legs, like a doggy waiting for attention from its masters.
On his knees by the bed, the grandpa put Amara’s tiny legs up on his shoulders and pushed his old cock inside a tight vagina that was evidently turning him on. As he moved his hard rod in and out of the cock-pleasuring tunnel, she stayed on her back with her boobs being the only part of her body in harmony with the old man, wiggling with each of his thrusts. She was passively waiting for her conjugal duties to be over, which didn’t take long.
After a few moans interlaced with “fuck ya” and “fucking tight pussy,” the old man closed his eyes, squeezed Amara’s small thighs with his hands, and stopped moving. The real action was then happening inside Amara’s vagina. The facial expression on that man was quite clear. He was having the time of his life!
Meanwhile, I was suffering. My legs were getting numb, but I couldn’t move. I didn’t know how to deal with the fact that I was nude in a room where nobody was giving me any attention of any kind.
Attention is a drug for me, and I was suffering from withdrawal.
My body resurrected when Amara pulled herself aside, totally ignoring the dripping, softening cock that slit out of her pussy, and ordered me to come on the bed, on my back, with my head on the edge right where her sexy ass had been when her sugar daddy fucked her.
For an instant, I got excited. She was paying attention to me. But that didn’t last long.
She sat on my face and put her hands on her sugar daddy’s shoulders. He was still on his knees by the bed. My facial lips kissed her vaginal lips.
“That was obviously too quick for me,” she casually announced. “Thank god we brought a sex toy to do your job!”
I looked up. Neither of them were watching me. She grabbed his hands and placed them on her firm, young titties before giving him a long, romantic kiss.
“Thanks so much for all the gifts!”
No kidding! Every time they left the room, they came back with bags of jewelry, high-heel shoes, and expensive designer dresses you can only find in stores attending to the rich and famous. She was already from a wealthy family. But I wasn’t even making enough money to pay my rent. I live in the condo a friend of my daddy let me use. In exchange, he uses me when he comes to South Florida, but that is a different story.
So the rich girl was getting even more spoiled than she already was, while the poor girl was being ignored and simply used for her mouth. Frustrating, right? Yes, and no. I can tell you part of that scene was a thrill for me. I love being used, and this situation was simply making it more obvious that I was just an object among hotel furniture. My role was to please the guests.
I went to work on her pussy and clitoris while they kept on kissing, and he kept on caressing her perky teenage breasts. I had eaten her many times before, but it was different. She tasted different. I realized I was eating his sperm coming out of her pussy mixed with her sex juice.
It took a while, but eventually, an earthquake traveled through her body, and she yelled while squeezing my head between her thighs and digging her fingernails into her sugar daddy’s arms. I wondered how that would play out with his wife once the old man goes back home to New York City.
She crashed next to me.
“Thanks, honey!” she said, looking at Grandpa and totally ignoring me as if he had done anything to satisfy her! She really wanted me to feel like a sex toy, and she was succeeding.
I stayed on my back in bed, going through an emotional rollercoaster ride with mixed feelings about how I got myself into that hotel room, but glad I was spending the weekend with Amara, even though it was not at all in the way I had envisioned it. That cute little energy ball had me wrapped around her little finger.
As I continued to think of her, my right hand traveled to my clit, and my fingers confirmed how excited I had gotten simply by thinking of Amara. I used my pussy juice to lubricate my fingers and caress my clit, but not for long. The old man grabbed my wrist, snapped a wristband on it, hooked a lanyard to it, and tied the other end of the lanyard to the bottom post of the bed before proceeding to do the same with my other wrist. He then tied my ankles to the top posts. I knew better than to object or move.
He was all dressed up like a gentleman going to a formal event. He stood there looking at me and smirking, his eyes traveling from my neck to my toes and back with extended stops on my bald vulva, openly visible because of my legs being stretched apart.
“Good!” I heard Amara say. She had appeared behind my head, which was resting at the edge of the mattress.
“I’m hungry! Let’s go!” she said, although she didn’t leave right away. She caressed my lips with her index finger and added: “Do you think the slut had enough sperm? We were supposed to find her more pet food… I forgot!”
The old man shrugged. His cock had gotten plenty of pleasure inside his teenage girlfriend. So the large head at the top of that male body didn’t care about anything else at that moment but going for dinner.
“Ya. Who cares?” Amara said. “Let’s go eat!”
She grabbed his hands and tenderly kissed him, giving me plenty of time to be jealous of her fancy dress, provocative high-heel shoes, and extravagant jewelry.
They left the bedroom, and I figured I would be alone for a while. It was uncomfortable to be tied like a starfish on a bed, but better than the cold ceramic floor I had endured attached to the toilet for most of the day.
They had only been gone for a few minutes when they came back. He untied my legs and slipped panties on me. He pushed a butt plug up my ass and a tube inside my pussy. Both rods were attached to the panties, and to make sure nothing moved, he added a belt around me, at pussy level, and tightened it quite hard.
That’s when I understood what they were doing. Both dildos vibrated, and I realized something was on top of my clit, vibrating as well. Amara had the old man’s smartphone in her hand, adjusting something on the screen. Vibrations sped up, then decelerated and changed patterns.
It was the same sex toy panties a group of men had used on me at a prior gang bang organized by Madison. Amara and Madison had clearly planned the weekend together.
“Here,” she said, handing the phone over to her ‘hubby’ after he had tied my ankles back to the bedposts. “Let’s make sure she’s ready for when we come back with her dinner!”
She was serious about feeding me more sperm!
I felt so nude and so vulnerable, tied to a bed with my arms and legs stretched apart, my breasts and my eyes staring at the ceiling. I was a piece of meat being aged at room temperature before being fed to hungry men.
I couldn’t relax, not even for a second, because I never knew when the next vibrations would start. To me, it felt like they were gone for an eternity because I was wet and aroused most of the time.
Clit stimulation is what does it for me. Penetration in itself, in any of my holes, doesn’t give me an orgasm, which is why I make such a good fuck toy, if I may say so myself. As long as nobody stimulates my clit, I remain in the mental state of a sex toy (if there is such a thing) with no needs of my own.
These remote-controlled panties had been designed specifically for me by an evil spirit. Amara had given the remote control app to the old man, but I was sure she was controlling him, cutting the vibrations before I had a chance to reach climax.
On top of the excitement provided by clit stimulation, there was the feeling of my naked body being exposed and utterly vulnerable to anybody who would walk in next and the damning reminder that my friend Amara was having a lavish dinner nearby with, certainly, many men eyeing her up in her seductive dress while I was totally alone and starving.
I felt tortured, and at the same, I was in a state of absolute bliss. The missionary position with a boring husband is clearly not for me, guys!
I wondered for how many years I could so easily find men (and women) wanting to use me as a plaything.
Eventually, I heard a noise in the suite and some whispers. Why were they whispering?
The door to the bedroom opened and… Oh my god! Two guys I had never seen before walked in.
“Holly fuck,” one guy said. “She wasn’t kidding!”
“Of course not!” I heard Amara reply. She had walked in behind them, standing nearby and watching. The two men were immobile, staring at the naked body of a young blonde tied to the bed with her legs apart.
“What the fuck, guys?” Amara yelled. “Get going!”
They dropped their pants and untied their shirts. Their fancy clothes made me think she had probably recruited them at an expensive restaurant. I wished I could have seen how she got a couple of strangers excited about gaining access to a naked, tied woman in a nearby hotel room!
My legs started shaking in anticipation. I was looking forward to being fucked in front of Amara. I would have done anything for her.
But she didn’t stay. On purpose, I’m sure! It was like she knew I craved for her to see it, and she wanted to make me feel like nothing more than… I don’t know. Toilet paper for guys to masturbate with and discard afterward, maybe?
The old man came in right after Amara left, pulled a chair near the bed, sat, and observed the entire scene. The only thing missing for him was popcorn!
To my surprise, the two strangers both put a condom on their hard cocks. These guys were fairly young, probably just a few years older than me.
First, one of them untied my ankles, went on his knees between my legs, grabbed my hips, and raised my pussy to his cock, which had the effect of rushing blood to my head. And to make it worse, the other guy pulled my head out to clear the mattress, then pushed it down while getting on his knees next to the bed. He then sank his cock into my mouth.
They were not delicate or gentlemanly in their approach to claiming my body as theirs. I can tell you that much.
With my hips up, I felt like my entire body was upside down. I got dizzy from blood rushing to my head while simultaneously having little time to breathe. That guy whose cock was in my mouth really liked to push it down my throat and hold it there by locking my head in place with his hands, with my long hair washing the floor.
Every once in a while, he gave me a chance to cough, cough, cough, and take a quick breath before he shoved his rod down my throat again.
The old man was watching. I felt like I was playing a part in providing him with a porn movie, except it was a live performance! Soon enough, he proved me right by pulling his cock out of his pants and stroking it while my body continued to be pounded by two younger men.
The guy between my legs got bored with fucking my pussy, raised my hips further, and shoved his cock up my ass, ramming it in fast. His hands were holding me so tight, it was as if he was digging a hole past my skin and into my muscles.
I enjoy being used, and even more so when men are rough with me. And I got what I wanted last weekend! I was exactly where I belonged: naked, hands tied, almost upside down, with a cock beating my ass and another one preventing me from breathing—all of that while being the centerpiece of an entertainment show provided to an older man. Fuck doll and exhibitionist. That’s me.
But I wasn’t sure how long I would last before passing out. I need air! Fortunately, they both ejaculated before I reached that point.
As soon as they had emptied their balls, I was nothing more than a dirty rag to them. They let go of me, removed the condoms, threw them on my belly, put their pants on, and left. I barely had time to wiggle my body to get my head back onto the mattress before Amara was back.
“No!” she yelled, staring at the used condoms on my belly. “What the fuck! I told them to feed you!”
The old man had sperm in his hands, looking shy.
“Get the slut to clean it!” she ordered.
After I was done licking Grandpa’s hand from the sperm he had ejaculated while watching me getting fucked, I got the rest of my dinner.
“Empty those,” Amara said, pointing at the two used condoms. My heart skipped a beat.
What? Is she kidding?
Her facial expression was quite serious and commanding. I looked with disgust at the dirty condoms with gooey stuff inside. Then I remembered I had eaten sperm from dozens and dozens of cocks over the prior few months and even drank pee.
So I took one of the used condoms, placed the opening on my lips, lifted the other end up, and squeezed the sperm out. It came with a bit of a latex taste, but perhaps that was from the smell of it. Otherwise, it was… Sperm, just a little less warm than it usually is when coming straight out of a penis.
Eating sperm is something I enjoy. I think it’s good for my body because when I haven’t had male proteins for a while, the craving is driving me crazy. I much prefer sucking it out of a penis while watching expressions of pleasure on the man’s face, but sperm from a condom is better than nothing. Besides, I was hungry.
While sucking on the second used condom, I thought I should stock up on sperm and find a way to use it in my cooking.
“Get your dirty body out of our bed,” Amara ordered after I was done squeezing all the sperm I could out of the two used condoms.
I stood up on my two legs for the first time in hours to dispose of the condoms while Amara was on the phone asking for somebody to come to change the bed sheets. She was smirking at me while on the phone. She was clearly doing it to make me feel dirty more than anything else.
When an old lady came to change the beddings, Amara ordered me to help her while she crashed on the couch with her sugar daddy — sugar grand-daddy, really!
I will keep the name of the hotel out of this article, but I get the feeling whoever booked it knew that the staff there couldn’t care less about nudity and sex activities. That old lady didn’t even have a second look at the nude woman helping her while an old man and a very young woman were cuddling on the couch.
“Ice!” Amara yelled, pointing at a square bucket on a shelf.
I looked around, located a bathrobe, and grabbed it.
“No!” she yelled. I froze and looked at the door, then back at Amara.
She signaled me to go. I was in my birthday suit! She got up, walked to the door, and opened it.
She insisted I move my ass using a word like “rapida” or something like that. I’m not sure. I was in shock. I mean… Being seen in the nude is something I enjoy. I’m an exhibitionist as much as I am a submissive slut, but I try to do it where the consequences are minimal.
“Come on, Delisha! Nobody in the hotel cares!” I told myself, grabbing the bucket and walking out of the room naked. I heard the door shut behind me while I looked for signs showing where the ice machine might be.
No sign!
I walked down the corridor and reached the elevator. No ice machine anywhere.
Bing!
The elevator doors opened. Instinctively, I covered my boobs and tried to hide my pussy by crossing my legs. Strange behavior for an exhibitionist, right? I agree. I just reacted that way.
A well-dressed man stepped out of the elevator and stopped in his tracks when he saw me. I think he tried to look me in the eye, but the little head between his legs won the war raging in the big head, and he looked down. I moved my arms away to expose my titties, and I relaxed my legs, letting my bald pussy enjoy the warm caresses of that beast’s look.
I raised the bucket.
“I can’t find ice!”
He smiled and signaled me to follow him. The ice machine was at the other end of the corridor. Go figure!
I followed him, which appeared to be torturing him. He had a few furtive looks over his shoulders. Poor man! But don’t worry about him. He rewarded himself later on when he stayed next to me the entire time I filled the ice bucket, then followed me as I walked back to Amara’s suite. I didn’t want to hide anymore. I slowed down my pace and wiggled my ass as much as I could while walking with bare feet.
He then walked past me and stopped at the next door, turned around, and this time, his eyes started on my toes before going up slowly. I pivoted toward him and stretched my feet apart. We then locked eyes for the first time. I got shivers from how much I could sense that man wanting me.
He smirked, shook his head, and walked into his room when Amara opened the door in front of me.
I played the role of a naked waitress for most of the evening, with both Amara and the old man seeking to try everything that was in the mini-bar. They were freely spending a fortune on everything except on me.
At bedtime, once again, Amara offered her young female body to her sugar daddy by lying on her back and waiting for him to be done. And then, I had my own twisted, submissive pleasure as a cum bucket when she, again, used my face to make her come and feed me more used sperm.
She threw me out of bed as soon as she reached her climax, sending me to sleep on the floor at their feet like I had done the night before.
“Fuck!” is what I heard waking up. Amara was sitting in bed reading a note. She threw it on the floor and went to take a shower.
“Emergency!” the note read. “Going back to NYC. Room paid until Monday noon. Enjoy your pet!”
Holly fuck! I was gonna have a full day with Amara in South Beach. I was so excited! I envisioned ourselves with a glass of expensive champagne in the hot tub that hadn’t been used yet.
What happened on Sunday? Amara and I had fun as topless cock-teasing evil creatures on the beach before entertaining two young bulls in their hotel rooms after getting them to take us out for dinner. Read all about it, here:
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