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My Ass Took a Beating From The Cocks of a Group of Kansas City Fans After The Super Bowl
Filling Me At Both Ends: Drinking their pee while they unload sperm in my butthole. Men become animals when watching team sports. [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 a private Super Bowl party earlier this month, at the end of the game, the eight guys who had been cheering for the Kansas City Chiefs wrote “Eagles” on my back, pushed my naked body on all fours, dropped their pants, and took turns fucking me in the ass while shouting profanity about the Eagles — while the Eagles fans watched.
To make it more degrading, the first few times each guy ejaculated in my butthole, I drank their pee from a beer bottle. During the game, each guy filled a bottle with their pee in anticipation of the post-game celebrations with the young female fuck toy.
I’ve often had sperm and pee in my mouth. And I’m a swallowing girl. I love warm, fresh sperm! It’s comforting, and it tastes good. Otherwise, I’ve often had guys bang my ass. But it was the first time I was getting filled at both ends with the juice of the same guy: white jelly in the ass and yellow liquid in the mouth.
It didn’t give me physical pleasure. I usually reach climax from oral clit stimulation by men or women. None of these guys cared about my clit or my pleasure, and that was perfect. I didn’t get an orgasm yet in 2023, and I don’t want any for the rest of the year — or ever. My body is for pleasuring cocks — especially old cocks. But the main thrill was the exhilarating feeling of my body receiving the fluid of the same guy in two holes at the same time.
There is a reason why it took me more than a week after the Super Bowl to write this intimate report on my sex life. I will get to it!
It started last year when I was a nude waitress to my friend’s husband and five of his buddies during Super Bowl 2022. Last year, the three guys cheering for the Rams got to ram me. I had fun! So I wanted to do it again.
This year, the group of gorillas grew from six to twelve, with eight of them cheering for the Chiefs. Apparently, my friend’s husband didn’t have a problem rounding up buddies for his Super Bowl party after explaining “the entertainment” to be provided by… Me!
If we make this an annual tradition, I wonder how many there will be next year!
I got to my friend’s beach house in mid-morning.
I wanted to catch up with my friend Madison before giving my body to her husband, Darnell, and his buddies. Madison had made it clear she wouldn’t stick around, just like she didn’t last year. She didn’t care for football, and she was pleased with her husband letting his bestial inner urges go wild with me.
I love Madison, but we are like night and day on the sex front.
Physically, we both wear the same size of dresses and shoes. We could be twins! Except for her dark hair vs. my blonde hair. And except for the fact that I enjoy being used and shared while she enjoys sharing me — with her husband and every other guest at their house!
Over the last couple of years, since I met her, my naked body has become part of the furniture in their posh beach house. Some people have expensive paintings of naked people. Madison and Darnell have an inexpensive naked blonde in the flesh to decorate their home!
I walked in without knocking because they made it clear I was home at their home. They gave me a key and the code to the alarm system long ago. I often spend time there because I can work in the nude by the pool, which I cannot do at my condo.
Madison was precisely by the pool, soaking in the sun in the nude with a cup of coffee. She probably hadn’t been up for long. I asked about Darnell. He was scheduled to fly back from their New York office in the early afternoon.
The Super Bowl was in the evening! I thought it was in the afternoon. That’s why I came so early. I don’t follow team sports. Well… I should say that I enjoy only one team sport, and it is… A team of guys playing with my body and passing it around like a football.
I dropped my sundress and threw my flip-flops to the side. I never wore much more than that. I like to be naked, and warm South Florida weather suits me.
I went inside to pick up a coffee, and when I got back, I sat on the long chair next to hers, and we chatted like the good friends that we are — two naked twin sisters side-by-side in black and blonde!
I’m not too sure how it came about, but in the afternoon, we ended up in the master bedroom. We kissed like two romantic lovers, leading us to be horizontal again, side-by-side again, still naked, but in Madison and Darnell’s bed.
I tried to go down on her. I love eating her sweet pussy like I did the first night we met, but she insisted I remain on my back and not move. She went down on me.
Nobody gives me a more intense climax than my friend Madison, but this time, I had to stop her. I hadn’t had an orgasm yet in 2023, and I wanted to keep it that way. The more cocks ejaculate inside of me while I get no pleasure, the more I feel like a cock-pleasuring device, a fuck doll. And I fuckin’ love it!
Respecting my wishes, she got to work on my butthole.
“That little hole will get stretched tonight!” she said.
She pushed her thumb in and added: “Ready for it? This tiny blonde girl will get a beating tonight!”
Being tenderly loved by Madison while being reminded that she was to throw me to the wolves was a unique mix of sexual energy.
Resigned not to provide me with a climax, she held me, kissed me, caressed my hair, and I fell asleep.
I love her!
When I woke up from my afternoon nap, I walked downstairs, where I found Madison, now fully dressed, and Darnell with a friend of his. It was the first time I met that guy. He looked at me like I was a piece of meat. He had no shame! I swear I could feel my nipples quivering from him wanting my naked body.
I guess Darnell had told him I would be a fuck toy, so he didn’t pretend to be a gentleman.
Madison laughed and told him: “You can touch!”
She didn’t have to say it twice. He cupped my breasts, then pinched my nipples and pulled on them.
“Slap that ass!” Madison added. “If you pick the right team tonight, you might even get to bang it!”
Needless to say, he slapped my ass! A few times. And he didn’t look me in the eyes, not even once. He wanted the young female flesh, not the soul.
The four of us had an early dinner from leftovers. I think Darnell’s buddy didn’t move his eyes away from my tits the whole time we were at the table, and I adored it. It was like a worshipping session for my nipples.
There is something unique about being the only naked person in a room.
After dinner, I went back to the bedroom with Madison to “prep” me, as she calls it. First, we got my feet in sexy stiletto shoes — with an open top. I can’t stand shoes that cover the top of my feet. We found long dangling earrings that matched my belly button piercing. Her closet is my closet, and her jewelry box is my jewelry box when I am at their house.
And then, she had a gift for me. She completed the body decorations by pushing a silver butt plug in the hole she had so tenderly kissed earlier in the day. It was a new one — a sparking silver butt plug on the large side. My ass felt stretched all right! But the beauty of it was from the black stone on the part standing outside my ass — a black stone matching my belly button piercing and earrings.
Not only Madison knows how to give me the best orgasms, but she also has a flair for making me feel like a decorative piece of furniture, an object of pleasure for others to see and be tempted by.
Every time the doorbell rang, I welcomed the new guests — with my fancy shoes, flashy jewelry, perky naked breasts, exposed bald pussy, and visible butt plug. When I entertain, I entertain.
And every time I thought the party was complete, the doorbell rang again. I had not discussed the number of party guests with Darnell and Madison when asking them for a repeat of last year. In the back of my mind, I was expecting six gorillas, but twelve showed up.
Once they were all in the video entertainment room, Madison wished them a good evening and kissed me romantically under the watchful eyes of the guests, who suddenly had all gone silent. Animals with cocks like girl-on-girl action for some reason! Then she left.
I stood there in front of twelve pairs of eyes undressing me… Wait, I was already undressed! Twelve pairs of eyes devouring me!
Did I mention that I love being the only woman in a room full of men? And I love it even more if I am naked. Why? I don’t know. I just do.
While they were still silent and drooling, I explained the rules. It was pretty simple. There were two phases.
During the game, I was to be their waitress, ensuring a constant flow of beer and chicken wings. In the heat of the moment, I improvised and splurted out that they were not allowed to use napkins or any kind of wipes. They had to clean their BBQ fingers on my skin — anywhere they wanted. Being naked in front of men inspires me!
For the second phase, after the game, those cheering for the winning team were to get a prize. I was the prize. But they had a choice.
Option one: they could bang my ass for the rest of the evening, and I would drink their pee while they do so. In that scenario, each guy had to fill a beer bottle with pee since we didn’t know which team would win.
I’m really not into pee! Among everything I do as a sex object, anything that has to do with pee is at the bottom of my preference list. But I noticed that a lot of men love peeing on a woman. And when I swallow their yellow juice, they go bananas! I have no idea why but I love entertaining, and since the taste of it is not an issue, I oblige.
To me, pee tastes like lukewarm exotic tea. I always wondered if it would taste better if it were a hot pee tea. I need to try it one day!
This “ass & urine” scenario had been requested by my fans on Patreon. They wanted me to drink the pee of the winners. Like I said… Men! Maybe it’s because the yellow liquid matches my blonde hair?
Option two was my idea. They would get to lock my naked body in a hotel room for a week. Each winning guy would have a key and could come to do anything they wanted to me, any time they wanted.
I pushed for the second option, but the guys voted for the ass-banging and urine-tea-drinking scenario, just like my fans on Patreon. Men are so predictable!
The game went as expected, with lots of yelling at the television.
I always enjoy being naked in a room full of dressed men, but my favorite time to do so is when the cock-carrying animals are watching team sports on tv. You can smell the testosterone in the room, and as the game progresses, I get to watch these men devolving into beasts.
At first, they gently wiped their fingers on my skin, mainly on my ass and legs. But as the evening progressed, they wiped them everywhere and followed through with asserting my status as an object. Their two favorite spots were my breasts and my ass. They wiped their fingers on my breasts, then pinched my nipples; brushed their hands on my butt cheeks, then slapped my ass.
After a while, I wasn’t sure if my ass was red from the chicken wings sauce or the slaps!
Toward the end, they became real animals and started using my long hair as a washcloth. I wanted them to be rough with me, but that even surprised me. Soon, my body was gooey everywhere. My hair was sticking to my shoulders, and some of it was glued to my tits.
I stopped by the bathroom several times to look at myself in the mirror. It made me smile. I even laughed the first time I went to check. It was my idea, and it was fun. I had all these male hands touching me, fondling me, slapping me, and using me. Twelve men for one blonde girl. Me!
Using my body as a giant napkin was so much more fun than if I had only been a naked waitress.
I didn’t pay any attention to what was happening on television. Instead, I focused on encouraging them to eat more wings to get more sticky fingers!
I knew the Super Bowl was over when a bunch of guys jumped up. That is when I realized the fans were not split 50/50 like last year. This time, eight of them had been cheering for the winning team, which, I was told, was Kansas City. I found out the Eagles were the losing team when one of the guys wrote it at the bottom of my back with an arrow toward my butthole.
I giggled. It reminded me of toilet graffiti in high school. Maybe men always remain boys. It didn’t matter to me as long as my body was part of their games.
“Outside!” Darnell yelled as the first guy dropped his pants.
The guy who had dropped his pants grabbed my hair since I was already on all fours and pulled me outside by the pool. I stood up because it hurt my knees, but he pushed me down on a long chair and got his rod inside my ass faster than the speed of light. It hurt, but I loved it. I twisted my head to watch his face, and it was priceless. He was so eager to fuck me! That man couldn’t stand waiting one more second before taking me. Me!
“Where’s his pee bottle?” I asked.
They all had written their name on a bottle. That’s why a permanent marker was readily available to pen “Eagles” on my back. They went back to get their bottles, and Darnell brought the one from the guy demolishing my ass.
I held the beer bottle full of his pee until I sensed he was about to ejaculate before I started drinking it. I wanted to have both of his liquids getting inside of me simultaneously.
It was such a thrill!
I tried drinking the whole bottle of pee, but I couldn’t. I never managed to drink a beer in one shot, either. And before I could go for a second drink, another guy had pushed his hard cock in my butthole. So I set the first bottle aside and took the pee bottle of the guy now banging my ass.
It went on like that for a while. On and on. My butthole hurt because of how the first guy had claimed it, but I couldn’t care less. My attention was on making sure I matched the right pee bottle to the cock in my ass. It was a fun challenge!
“Wait!” I yelled at Darnell, signaling that he and the three guys who had cheered for the Eagles should pour their pee bottles over my head. That was part of what my Patreon fans wanted me to do.
Darnell came to me, took the bottle marked with his name, and slowly, very slowly, poured it over my blonde hair, already sticky with chicken wings sauce. Then, he signaled the other three losers to come and asked them to do it one after the other.
That was brilliant on his part. I got pee poured over my head, rolling down my face, and dripping down my hair on each side of my face for a long, long time.
And with eight guys wanting to abuse my ass, I got an almost constant beating because, by the time the eighth one had ejaculated, the first one was usually ready to push his rod inside me again.
I emptied a couple of pee bottles in two shots, a couple in four tries, and the other ones in three attempts. That’s how I know that most guys fucked my ass at least three times. That’s between 20 and 30 beating. I had a river of sperm going down both of my inner thighs.
Eventually, the rods stopped stabbing me. I guessed they had reached their quota of blonde-abusing! I crashed on the long chair, in pee, sperm, chicken wings sauce, and beer.
That’s when I noticed Madison was back. She was sitting nearby, watching me. I looked around. The guys had their pants back on. I noticed in wild sex parties like this one that when one guy does something, usually everybody else does the same. They are like monkeys! All I need is one guy to stop being a gentleman and have his way with my body for all the others to follow suit. Herd mentality, I guess.
“So which hotel?” one guy said.
I flipped around and sat on the ground, still dripping and thinking these high heel shoes were probably done. Garbage! Unless pee, sperm, and beer are good for leather.
“Oh! You also get the hotel option?” Madison asked. I had planned the evening with her, so she knew the two choices I would give them. She looked at me.
I smiled, nodded, and said: “Yes! I felt generous!”
I was sticky. It smelled weird. My ass hurt. And my legs were shaking. But I wanted more.
I looked at the guy who had asked about the hotel. He was stunned, clearly expecting me to oppose the idea.
One thing about me… Watching men’s facial expressions is what gives me the most fun when they are using me. And that guy was stunned.
“I’ll go clean myself up while Madison organizes it with you guys,” I said.
I got up and went to the outside shower by the pool, where I used cold water first. I don’t like a cold shower! I love the heat of South Florida. But it seems to me that sperm is more easily removed when starting with cold water.
Once a layer of chicken wings sauce, sperm, pee, and beer had been removed, I went to the inside shower for a long, hot one. Needless to say, I had a hard time de-messing up my hair!
When I got out of the shower, all eight men were still there, although it was probably around 3 AM on Monday! They looked at me like they were ready to jump on their prey. I assumed they had a break long enough for their cocks to be hard again. It gave me shivers. Good ones! I like being the cause of stiffening penises.
“Get a dress or something,” Madison ordered me while grabbing her car keys.
And that is why it took me so long after the Super Bowl to write this report. I was a sex pet for the following week with no phone, no internet, nothing! And here is the first part of that week:
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