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My Friend Invited Me Out For Dinner. She Fed Me Sperm From The Cock of a Stranger!
Ever had hotel sex with a stranger? I have, but it was my girlfriend who picked the guy and directed the action! [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.
My sex life has grown exponentially busy in the last few months and especially in the last sex (I mean, six) weeks. So much so that I can hardly keep up with writing and sharing reports with you on my private sexual activities, and I no longer produce them in chronological order. Sorry! What can I do for you to forgive me? Do I deserve a spanking? :)
For this report, we are going back to March when I actually started having weekly, kinky sex parties. It was after the Super Bowl sex evening and before I graduated from ‘fuck toy’ to ‘lover’ with Madison & Darnell.
March had been a crazy, busy month for me with demanding social media & content marketing clients all getting excited by Spring at the same time, it seemed!
I exchanged text messages a few times with my friend Madison but hadn’t hooked up with her or Darnell since the Super Bowl nude waitress gig. She didn’t insist on following up on her invitation for me to move in with them. She respected the fact that I was busy, and I loved her even more for it.
But I missed her! And I needed a break from work. So, on Sunday, March 27, she picked me up, and we went out for dinner & drinks. It was a beautiful, sunny day. She said she would come to me with a topless car, not the Lotus, and we would go tease men on Ocean Drive & Collins Avenue. And collect free drinks! That’s exactly what I needed, and she knew it. I am like an open book to her.
She knocked on my door with a bag in her hands. It contained a fancy designer dress she wanted me to wear — the kind that barely covers the nipples with a plunging v-neck going down to my belly button and the back totally naked down to the top of my buttcrack. Although it was a long dress, down to my ankles, there was a slit on one side going up almost to my waist. Therefore, when I walked or sat, the fabric usually slid between my legs, almost exposing my vulva.
It took me only a second to change, and then I thought I was ready, but Madison asked me to wear panties, something I never do. She insisted, so I did.
As promised, she came with what I would have called a convertible car, but she said it was an open-top. I recognized the Ferrari logo. She hailed it as a Spider, and she said it was her husband’s car. She usually picked me up in a Lotus, which became my safe word when we push the limits of our sexual adventures.
She got us driving down Collins Avenue and up Ocean Drive a couple of times just for kicks. She said men would notice us, and they sure did! I blew a kiss to a few of them.
Eventually, she stopped at a valet in front of a hotel. I was wondering if she wanted us to have hotel sex, but she lead me to the hotel bar. It was not like the noisy nightclub where I had met her about a year earlier. It looked more like a bar in a business hotel, if you ask me, with background music and low tables with comfortable chairs around them.
Madison walked to the bar counter, although there was no stool available. But that didn’t last long. A gentleman offered us his seat, and Madison pointed for me to sit there, leaving the gentleman and Madison standing next to me. We ordered drinks that the man paid for. I wondered if Madison had more money than that guy, but… Free drinks are free drinks!
Madison and the man got into a discussion I wasn’t following. Madison had said we would go for dinner, but it didn’t seem like a place serving food. I got into people-watching, remembering my first encounter with Madison when I suddenly heard her say: “No! We’re not lesbian! I’m married. She’s my lover and my husband’s fuck toy!”
The man gasped. I stared at Madison and her gigantic grin. She clearly wanted to provoke either him, me, or both!
The pieces of conversation are recalled from memory. They may not be 100% accurate, but the gist of it is in there.“Very funny!” he said.
“You don’t believe me?” Madison argued. “Want proof? Show him your pussy, Delisha!”
I froze and stared at her. She added: “Don’t make me repeat! Take off those panties!”
I got up, thinking I would go to the bathroom, but Madison told me to stay there to take my panties off. She was enjoying what she was doing to me and the impact it had on that stranger.
I removed my panties as discreetly as possible. Madison gave them to the man while I eased aside the front part of my dress, at the side slit, until he could see the little triangle of blonde hair above my vulva. I had let it grow back after shaving it in December for the nude body painting party. Men often ask if I am a real blonde, and what they mean is they want to see some pubic hair. Who would I be denying them of this pleasure?
He was speechless.
“Got semen to spare? I promised to feed her!”
That’s when I understood what Madison had in mind for entertainment and getting my mind off of work!
The man declined many times, saying he was married, but he stuck around. And Madison can be very persuasive, especially around deviant ideas. Eventually, we found ourselves in an elevator on the way to his hotel room.
As soon as we got in, she ordered me to undress and asked the man to get naked and on his back. We both obeyed. I know why I did it. I had accepted to be Madison’s submissive slut a while back. She was the master; I was the sub. But I don’t know why he so readily obeyed, except that he probably had a hard time (and a hard-on) believing his good luck!
Madison sat on a chair next to the bed and directed the action like she was producing a porn movie. She alternated between telling me to lick his balls, suck his cock, and rim his butthole. That man got a full-service treatment in absolute cock worshipping. Every time he tried to reciprocate, she stopped him and told him to enjoy himself.
Once it became clear that he was about to ejaculate, Madison got up and pushed my head down on his cock, which ended up deep down in my throat. My eyes got watery. She told him to “fuck the slut,” and that made him come right away. When she released me, I choked for a while. I’ve never had much of a gag reflex from the first time I sucked a penis as a teenager, but I still need air once in a while. Madison slapped my bare ass and said: “I told you we were going out for dinner!”
She pushed me out of the room while I was still working on putting my dress back on.
That man is not about to forget his trip to South Florida! I think. You think?
We went back to the valet to pick up the car, and she drove me home, although it was still very early.
Without asking, she walked into my condo right behind me and started kissing and caressing me like the most romantic lover ever.
We crashed on the bed, and she went down on me, causing me to get an orgasm only she knew how to deliver.
We slept together at my place for the first time, arms and legs intertwined. We are quite a contrasting image when our nude bodies are side by side. Size-wise, we could be twin sisters: same dress size, shoe size, and boob size. However, I am blonde with light skin, while her hair is midnight black and her skin is darker.
I wondered if Madison had a double personality. She could be the most tender lover, but she could also be a demanding… What? Mistress? We had never discussed terminology between her and me, so I didn’t know for sure what I should call her. I think BDSM adepts use the word Mistress as the female version of Master, but I don’t like it because it reminds me of a cheating husband.
In the morning, when she walked out, I followed her to hug and kiss by the car. My handsome neighbor drove in while our lips were locked. His parking spot was right next to mine, which was always empty since I didn’t have a car at the time.
As I finished kissing and hugging Madison, he walked by with a giant grin, although I wasn’t sure if he was staring at us or the Ferrari.
Can you be jealous of a car? I like all men’s eyes on me!
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