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My Nude Body & Pussy Used by Cock-Carrying Beasts at a Cigar Lounge
I encouraged the boys to use my pussy to wet the tip of their cigars & I pleasured an old man who hadn’t seen a naked woman in 30 Years [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 Part Four of a whole week of sex adventures during which I was (mostly) a naked fuck doll put in storage in a bare hotel room. Eight guys had a card key. My job was to wait to be used & shared. I had to split this sex report into 5 parts to cover the entire week. I am one lucky girl!
Check the events of the entire series here and pick the parts that excite you the most!
The more brutal stuff happened at the end of the week when the guys became entirely comfortable with not being gentlemen. But they had fun with my body all week! I did too.
The Humidor: My Vagina Used at a Cigar Lounge
In mid-afternoon, I found my sundress so we could go down to the parking garage without further stressing the hotel security guard with my bare boobs and exposed pussy! But as soon as I was in the elevator with the eight men to which I was a sex toy for the week, packing it wall to wall, somebody ripped the sundress off my body — literally ripped it and let it fall on the floor. They laughed like frat boys. A guy slapped my ass, and then it went downhill from there. They took turns pinching and pulling my nipples before passing me to the next guy. Suddenly, I got a finger up the ass, and then the door opened on the garage level.
We crossed paths with two guys, but they didn’t even notice. I felt bad! I need men to look at me, especially when I am naked.
We split into different cars. I sat on the back seat of one of them, thinking that the dark tinted windows would prevent people from seeing my naked boobs, but he insisted I come to the front seat, and as soon as we left, he pulled my head down. He wanted a blow job while driving!
That got me excited. That was another thing I had never done, and I got myself wondering… How come? I mean, it is such a traditional fantasy. How many other sex acts have I not done yet?
“How long a drive?” I asked.
“Why?” he asked me.
“I’ll time it to last the whole ride,” I answered.
I think I’m good with my tongue, and I can sense when a cock is about to come, how to slow it down, and how to make it come when I want it to. And I sure did. He ejaculated as we drove into the cigar lounge parking lot. I was proud of myself. But the little jerk parked far from the door on purpose. He thought he was funny, and he was undoubtedly waiting for me to object.
I guess Tony hadn’t shared with the other guys how I rose to the challenge of walking around in the nude in the hotel lobby!
I licked my lips to remove the last bit of sperm, and while he zipped his pants, I opened the door and stepped out. He was stunned, and that pleased me intensively.
I trotted to the door of the cigar lounge, wiggling my ass — it would have been tricky not to with the stiletto shoes I was wearing! I crossed paths with three guys coming out of the lounge. They looked at me as if they didn’t believe what they saw.
One of the eight guys in our group was already at the door, let me in like a gentleman, and, holy fuck! There were other people in that cigar lounge. It became mostly silent while all eyes landed on me — all elderly male eyes, actually. I guess a cigar lounge is not popular with younger people and women. I don’t know!
“It’s OK! It’s for a friend's bachelor party!” a man announced, walking toward me. “Close your eyes!” he added to the laughter of the men in the room. None of these eyes closed, obviously. Instead, by laughing about it, the men seemed to get even more welcomed at devouring the fresh, pale-skinned young chick in front of them. I guess they all assumed I was a stripper.
The man who had come to welcome me introduced himself as Hugo’s brother, the guy in our group who had booked a private party room at the cigar lounge for 6 to 8 PM. He looked at me from head to toe and said: “My brother was right! A 10!”
Then locking eyes with me, he added: “A 10 and a…” he hesitated.
“Fuck doll!” I said.
“Damn! It’s priceless,” he added. “Do you have a twin sister for me?”
If I could clone myself, maybe I could make a fortune! Well, perhaps if I wasn’t doing all the cock-pleasuring stuff I do for free, I could also make a fortune.
In any case, Hugo’s brother invited me to follow him as he strolled toward the back. I assumed he wanted to give his male clients plenty of time to see my ass, pussy, and titties. That was fine with me. I nodded and said hi to most of them. I was in paradise! Two consecutive days of strangers seeing me naked from head to toe. Well, today I had my stiletto shoes, while yesterday I was barefoot, but still.
He got our group set up in his private party backroom. Before getting to the cigars, he wanted everybody to have a drink. He asked me to follow him to the bar so that I could be the waitress. I am pretty sure he expected me to say no, but I said: “Sure!”
I stood by the counter, my ass toward the other men in the lounge, while he prepared drinks. I never made a round trip with more than two drinks to give more chance for the testicles-carrying animals in the room to satisfy their need to see naked tits, ass, and pussy.
Then it was time for the cigars. For some of these guys, it was their first time smoking one. I was a bad influence! Hugo’s brother explained various brands and blah blah; I couldn’t care less. After what seemed like an eternity, one of the guys finally picked one.
I took it back from him and reminded them why we were there: “I’m here to make sure your cigars are never dry!”
As I was saying it, I placed the cigar tip on my vaginal lips and rob it up and down a couple of times while the guys’ eyes were on it. I love being submissive, but I also love when I have control of men’s eyes and desires. Next, I pushed the cigar inside my pussy and spun it a few times before pulling it out, cutting a hole at the end, and giving it back.
The first thing he did was smell it, then he nodded. Meanwhile, I was standing in front of him with a lighter. I was providing full service!
Once the first cigar was wet, cut, and ignited, I repeated the process with the second one.
You could hear a fly while I did the first three cigars. They were mesmerized. It’s an idea I had one day when brainstorming deviant sex acts to figure out how to push my boundaries and challenge my comfort zone. I titled the list: “Fuck Me Harder.” The cigar thing, apparently, is something an old President did in the White House with an intern. I guess I am not the only devious mind in the U.S.!
After the first three cigars, the guys’ tongues started moving again. They drank and chatted. I looked around while working on wetting the fourth cigar, and that is when I realized our host had not closed the private room doors. So much for privacy! Especially since they were giant sliding doors, and our private room ended up being simply a few tables at the back of the lounge.
There were about ten other men in the lounge, and they all seemed captivated by what I was doing. So when I got to the fifth cigar, I stepped on a table and faced the lounge while spinning the cigar in my vagina.
Once I was done with all eight, I did a curtsy and yelled: “Thank you for watching!”
They applauded. The guys in my group laughed and joined the applause.
Pleasuring an Old Man Who Hadn’t Seen a Naked Woman in 30 Years
An old man sitting alone in the middle of the lounge made a gesture as if offering me his cigar. My heart skipped a beat. Strangers were enjoying my naked body and wanted to taste my pussy juice! My pussy juice! My. Juice.
I walked toward the old man, almost as if I was hypnotized, and stood right next to him. His chair was very low, so my bald pussy was at eye level. I remember wondering at that moment why I didn’t have clit jewelry. My belly button piercing didn’t seem enough anymore.
He put the cigar in his mouth and took a puff, lighting the end in a bright red, then gave it to me. I hadn’t thought of doing it with a lit-up cigar but why not? It was the other end I was inserting in my pussy.
I used the tip of his cigar to caress my clit, and he seemed to enjoy it so much that I asked: “When is the last time you saw a naked woman?”
I questioned him spontaneously and then immediately regretted it. Maybe that man was married and would be insulted.
“Oh! Thirty years or so?” he replied.
Now, that got my juice going. Not only was I naked among strangers, but my pussy was a few inches from an old man who hadn’t seen one in ages. Wait! I wasn’t even born the last time he got to see a naked woman. Holy fuck!
I was so excited I wanted to suck his cock! Poor man!
I pushed the cigar inside my pussy under his watchful eyes, then I added to the show I had done for my eight guys. I let go of the cigar and only held it in place by contracting my vaginal wall. It didn’t work very well until I pushed it further in.
“Blow on it!” I said. And like a hypnotized puppy, he did.
The other end of the cigar became bright red, and the smoke went up. It was more fun than I had envisioned when putting “The Humidor” on my “Fuck Me Harder” list.
“Take it,” I added.
He placed his fingers on the cigar about halfway between my pussy and the burning end. I curved my back and pushed my pussy closer to him. His fingers slid on the cigar and touched my vaginal lips be he pulled the cigar out.
I bent forward to whisper in his ears: “Say thank you to my clit?”
My main reason for bending forward was actually to get my dangling tits close to his face. I got back up and repositioned my hips even closer to him. He placed the end of his cigar on my vaginal lips and went up.
“Right there,” I said.
“I know,” he replied. “Yours is quite visible!”
Most women I’ve seen naked have a clit mostly hidden under the hood. Mine is visible. It’s not a big clit. It’s more like I don’t have a hood. And I love it like that. It’s there for you! No game! I was designed to be a fuck toy. It’s in my DNA.
He twisted the tip of his cigar on my clitoris a few times, then smelled his cigar and said thank you before taking his first pussy-flavored puff.
I didn’t want to leave the old man alone. Maybe my pussy was the last one he would ever see.
I bent toward his ears again, and with my long hair on each side of my body, I took his free hand and placed it on my left boob, then squeezed his hand. I used his hand to fondle my tits!
“Don’t leave without saying goodbye!” I said before going back to my group of eight.
I can’t believe how lucky I am, but I guess that beyond luck, I get to live all these adventures because I don’t mind putting myself out there and trying things.
I proceeded to re-wetting the eight cigars of my group of men as I had done for the old man. Then it was time for more drinks. I enjoyed walking around the lounge in the nude so much that I did only one drink at a time.
“You don’t want to try a pussy-flavored cigar?” I asked the cigar lounge owner at one point.
“Sure!” he said after looking at me for a little while. “You’ve been good to me, you know? That old man is one of my best clients!”
I was so happy to hear that. I don’t know why. It’s not like the cigar lounge owner or his brother were my friends. But there’s something that makes me feel good when I get to please men with stuff that is often hard for them to get in our society. Well, I suppose billionaires get all the young chicks they want, but I don’t care for them. They’re spoiled. I like pleasing men who never thought they would get to play with a young female body anymore. That’s my thrill!
“Do you have a back room?”
He was puzzled by my question.
“A private place, an office?”
He pointed towards a door with the word office on it. That was pretty simple.
“You should invite your best client to your private office, don’t you think?”
He frowned.
“Let me do it for you!”
He kept frowning; then, I think he figured out what I was up to and simultaneously shrugged and smiled. I looked at my group of eight boys. They were busy in animated conversations, so I returned to the old man, who gave me a giant grin as I approached. That smile alone made my evening!
I got next to his chair and whispered: “I have a problem. Could you help me?”
“Sure! What?”
“I’m starving!”
“Oh! They have bar snacks,” he replied, raising his hand. I pulled it back down.
“I only eat sperm,” I casually announced with a straight face while analyzing his reaction. It was priceless!
I had to repeat it for him to believe me partially. Next, I invited him to continue the conversation in the private office. He almost turned white. For a second, I wondered if I was killing the old man.
It took more convincing, but eventually, he followed me.
Once in the office, I placed both of his hands on my perky boobs. He squeezed them. I asked him to pinch my nipples and pull on them, which he did like an obedient puppy.
“Why are you doing this to me?” he asked.
“Do you like it?”
He rolled his eyes. “You’re… Something else, girl!”
“That’s why I’m doing it,” I replied. “Because you appreciate it. And also because I need sperm. I’m hungry!”
I kneeled before him, although I think he would have been happy spending the rest of his life just fondling my breasts. I unzipped his pants and pushed them down. He was wearing funky-looking underwear I had never seen before. I refrained from giggling and pushed those down too.
I had a forest in front of me. I had to dig through it to reach his balls. I placed my left hand under them before gently and slightly lifting them as if they were expensive pieces of art. They were low sagging balls like I often see on old men. For some reason, I find that charming in some ways. These balls had delivered countless loads of sperm long before I was born.
I estimated he was in his eighties because he said his wife died when he was fifty-something. So he could easily be my granddad and, in fact, even my great-granddad!
Pushing the pubic hair aside the best I could, I placed my tongue on his balls and licked them. He mumbled something. I asked him to repeat. He wanted to know what I was doing. It turned out nobody had ever licked his balls! Do you know what crossed my mind at that moment? I wondered how many old men in South Florida needed my services to discover pleasure before they died!
I licked the old, used testicles, and that ended up putting a truckload of pubic hair in my mouth. I wanted to find something to rinse my mouth and remove at least some pubic hair, but I didn’t want the old man to feel bad. This was the first time, and probably the last time, a woman was doing that to him. So I swallowed, and it tickled my throat. I figured I would rinse it with sperm soon enough.
I licked the underneath of his penis, then gently kissed the tip of the penis while locking eyes with him. I’ve seen many men enjoying my mouth on their cock, but the facial expression on this old man was something else.
He was talkative, probably because he was nervous. However, he eventually told me no woman had ever used his cock anywhere else than in the pussy.
I was the first one to give oral sex to the old man! Holy fuck! I’m a lucky girl, and I definitely need to focus on old men.
That knowledge gave me shivers and a boost of energy to go the extra mile on the kissing, licking, and sucking of the old cock and sagging balls. But no matter what I did, his penis never became rock solid. It grew in size but remained partially soft.
He kept talking. He apologized. Go figure! He said he probably would need Viagra, but he never felt the need to get some.
And guess what I did? I feel so good pleasuring men who enjoy it like him that I said: “Get some and then call me! I’ll let you fuck me in the ass!”
That shut him up. He asked me if I was serious. He even asked me if women really had cocks up their asses outside of porn movies. I had to take breaks from worshipping his cock to assure him that I regularly did and I had never been in a porn movie.
The idea of fucking a young chick up the ass got his cock a little bit harder, which made it easier for me to suck it away from the forest between his legs. Eventually, his cock shook differently, and his sperm splurted out. It took me by surprise because there was little warning.
I learned something new! Some old cocks can ejaculate even without getting a rock-hard erection, and the forwarding signs differ.
I still managed to get enough cum on my tongue to show him I was swallowing it. Yet, it wasn’t enough to get rid of all the pubic hair in my mouth.
I held his cock for a while afterward. It was my turn to stare. I had learned something new, and I had done something new. It felt good.
Then I noticed he was uncomfortable, and since he was talkative, I quickly found out that he wanted to know what he had to do to give me oral sex. I giggled because that is another thing I love doing with men. I explained that I was getting plenty of pleasure simply by being used as cock-pleasuring toy, and if I didn’t come, it was better because it made me feel even more like an object of pleasure.
For the first time, he was speechless.
I found a pen on the desk and wrote my number on a piece of paper. He became even more speechless, although that is impossible, but you know what I mean. He didn’t believe I meant it.
“I want to be the first ass you fuck, daddy!” I said while getting on my tippy toes to kiss him, but he moved his mouth away. My mouth had been on his cock, and he didn’t want to kiss it. That made me feel dirty — a dirty, used slut, and it gave me shivers. I loved it!
Local Cops & Wrapping It Up
I casually stopped at the bar on my way out of the back office. I tell you… Being nude in public has become so natural to me that I sometimes forget about it.
But the cigar lounge owner joked about my time in the back office. I don’t remember how exactly, but it popped a question into my head.
“Aren’t you afraid… What would happen… What if cops showed up?”
He smirked while dissecting me with his eyes from tits to toe and back up.
“I don’t want to go to jail!” I added, now abruptly worried, for real.
“Relax!” he finally answered. “Go say hi to the guys there!” He pointed to a table with his head. I was puzzled, and I’m sure it showed on my face.
“They are local cops!”
“Fuck!” I exclaimed, wanting to run away and hide before realizing they had been there for the whole show.
“Go!” he insisted.
For the first time in my life — ever — I hesitated to get closer to men while in the nude. My heart was beating in overdrive. But the lounge owner seemed to be serious, and I have learned over the last couple of years to go against my instinct in order to explore the unknown, so I resolutely walked toward the table with two old men, both with significant beer bellies.
“Need to wet the tip of your cigars?” I asked without thinking. I didn’t know what I was doing there. I had interrupted a conversation about some police car issue.
They both looked at me for a while. I started to be scared again.
“No!” one of them eventually replied.
“You are cops, he said?” I asked.
An even longer silence followed. So long, in fact, that I almost turned around and left.
“Yes!” the other one said. “But we left our eyeglasses in the car. We can’t see shit!”
“Or boobs!” the other one added.
They were playing along. Great! But what was I supposed to do with that information?
“I’ll get them for you!” I said, reaching for the cigar from the local cop closer to me. He let me take it, so I pushed it inside my pussy, spun it a few times, and caressed my clit a little before handing it back.
He smelled it and said: “Damn! I have no idea what that smell is!”
I repeated the process with the other cop but did it much longer. I didn’t want that moment to end. After all the fear of being caught by the police, I was using my pussy to wet the cigars of two local cops while being naked in front of them in a bar.
I don’t know what it says about local law enforcement, but for me, it means that local cops actually have a head on their shoulder, and my naked body in that lounge wasn’t creating a problem for anybody. I wanted to hug them with my bare tits but didn’t dare.
Once I returned to my group of eight, they asked where I had disappeared. I simply said I had been doing my civic duties.
It was time for another round of wetting the cigars. They were getting short, though, so it became even more adrenaline-pumping as I pushed them inside my vagina enough to hold them just by contracting my walls but without getting burned. I still asked them to blow on it before taking it back.
And shortly after, it was time to go home. The few guys still left in the lounge applauded me on my way out. If only they knew how much I cherished being the center of attention like that. I wanted to celebrate them!
As I was getting close to the door, one of the police officers called me. As I approached, I noticed he had a business card in his right hand.
“You may get in trouble one day, you know? Don’t push it, girl!”
He handed me the card and added: “Just in case! Tell them to call me.”
I bent down on my way to kiss him, I was ecstatic, but he stopped me.
“Careful! I have better near-sight vision!” he joked.
It was pitch black in the parking lot, so I walked carelessly to the car. Besides, I had a get-out-of-jail-free card, I thought. I was losing my fear of consequences. I’m not sure it’s a good thing, but it is what it is.
On the way back to the hotel suite, I wondered what my pussy tasted like after being host to so many cigars.
The final and fifth report covering the event of that week last month is much more intense. I discovered the pleasure of clit torture. Stay tuned!
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