Exhibitionist | Nudist | Public Nudity | My Sex Life
Nude In a Hotel Lobby & Nude Under The Spotlight in a Busy Nightclub
Tony wanted to see the naked tits, ass & pussy of a blonde in public. He followed me a few feet behind. Then the DJ invited me under the spotlight & on giant screens. [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 Three of a whole week of sex adventures during which I was (mostly) a naked sex pet kept in storage in a bare hotel room. Many 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 whole week.
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.
Naked in The Lobby of a Hotel on a Busy Night
I asked Tony what he wanted. He growled. I stood up naked in front of him, and while caressing my breasts and pinching my nipples, I asked what the one fantasy he mostly thought of when masturbating was.
Silence. He stared at me.
“Go get me something at the front desk,” he said. “Toothpaste or whatever.”
He jumped on his feet and walked to the door of the suite. I wondered if he meant it and what the consequences would be for me. I’m an exhibitionist and often step over the line, but I also don’t want to be arrested.
“Let’s go!” he said. He was suddenly fully awake.
“What’s in it for you?” I asked.
He interrupted me to explain he would follow me at a distance.
“I dream of a blonde, naked, in public!”
I wanted to ask him why “a blonde,” but I was there to provide sexual gratification to male animals, not write a thesis.
He opened the door. I stepped out. I had been there before in that same hotel. Amara sent me to get ice in the nude, and I ended up meeting a guy in the walkway. But this time, it was much worse. The lobby was… Far!
Tony slapped my ass. I thought to myself, I had found a way to sexually wake up a man. I took a mental note: “Ask them about their wildest fantasy.”
I walked to the elevator and pressed the button. So far, so good. But he told me to come back to the room, where he asked me to remove my shoes and all my jewelry.
“A nude blonde,” he insisted, strongly emphasizing the nude.
I obeyed, then returned to the elevator while he watched from the suite’s door. Finally, the elevator doors opened, and my heart stopped. A middle-aged couple stepped out.
“Hi! How is it going?” I casually asked. They replied in the same casual fashion. The funny thing is that it was the woman who was staring at me. I think the guy didn’t want his wife or girlfriend to see him look at me too much. The sexual dynamics inside a couple always intrigued me by their complexity.
I stepped foot, barefoot into the elevator. There was no carpet, so my feet felt the cold metalling floor. As the elevator doors were closing, my Master’s hand stopped them. I remember it was at that point that I decided to think of Tony as my Master.
He stepped in and went to the back. I was in front of the elevator buttons. I could feel his eyes on my naked ass. And feet. I had the feeling that my bare feet were getting him as excited as they were cold.
I was wondering how it would go for me in the lobby when the elevator stopped on the 7th floor. Oh, shit! I hadn’t thought that perhaps it would not be a direct flight! The door opened, and two guys stood there, staring at me.
The air conditioning was set way too cold, as is often the case in South Florida, and the “high beams” were on, as men often call erect nipples.
“Are you going down?” I asked.
They stepped in and joined my Master on the back wall. I now had three pairs of male eyes eating me. I heard one of the strangers mumbling: “Yes! I would go down…” His friend laughed.
I shivered. From cold! But also because a stranger was talking about placing his head between my legs while I was standing there, nude, in a public place. I was no longer scared but thrilled. I casually turned around to give them a full view of my bare boobs, hard nipples, and bald pussy.
And then the elevator stopped again. And my heart skipped a beat again. I enjoyed being seen in the nude, yet I was also scared. Two girls walked in.
“What happened?” one of the girls asked me.
“Oh! I locked myself out of my room while getting ice,” I replied.
“How are you gonna get a key without an ID?” she added.
“Damn! Fuck! I don’t know!”
“Let me know if we can help,” she said. “We can go back to our room if you want to call somebody.”
Why do we meet helpful people only when we don’t want them? I thanked her but insisted I try my luck at the front desk.
My heart stopped again when the doors finally opened on the lobby level. The lobby was packed. It was Friday night, and a popular nightclub was adjacent to the hotel lobby with an overflow of people hanging in the lobby.
I was frozen in place for what seemed to me like an hour, but it was probably just 2 seconds. I stepped out. At least that floor was slightly warmer to my feet. Gigantic wall-to-wall doors were opened, letting warm air in. I resolutely walked to the front desk while touching people on their shoulders and saying “sorry” here and there to find a path.
There were so many eyes on me, I almost fainted from joy.
In my life, I regularly have dozens of people seeing me nude at parties organized by my friend Madison and her husband, but these were strangers. Real strangers.
I felt bad for about half a second, but then I realized they were all adults, and it was a late night at a South Beach nightclub. Frankly, most of the girls were barely more dressed than I was. South Beach is known for topless girls and wild parties. It’s not like I was in a conservative family church in the Bible Belt!
About halfway to the front desk, I slowed down my pace. Fear was gone, and I was soaking it in. When would I ever do this again? Wait! I already wanted to do it again! I shook my head at that thought when I reached the front desk.
The only woman behind the counter was unavailable. She was helping an older couple doing their check-in.
“Here! Take my jacket,” the old man said while putting it over my shoulders.
“What happened?” his wife asked, seemingly stunned.
I used the same explanation I had used in the elevator, which reminded me of my Master. Where was he? I located Tony in a corner, watching me with a giant grin.
Bare ass. Exposed titties. Nude vulva. No jewelry. And naked feet in the lobby, casually waiting in line. Damn! I shiver thinking about it again. I was in love with Tony for asking me to do this!
As the old couple left the counter, the man said I could bring his jacket back to the front desk later, but I interrupted him and pretended not to have heard him while immediately handing the jacket back to him. I quickly looked at my Master. He blew me a kiss. He was pleased! And so was I. My ass, pussy, and boobs were readily available to entertain the crowd again. Yes, I know I’m repeating myself, but gosh, was it exciting!
On top of that, my erect nipples helped me feel naked.
The woman behind the counter stared at me and said nothing.
“Do you have toothpaste I could buy? I forgot mine!”
She casually pointed to a series of machines a few feet away. I wondered about all the weird stuff she must have witnessed in that job, at night, in South Beach. I thanked her and headed to the vending machines, but I obviously didn’t have money to feed the metallic monsters.
“Excuse me,” I said, tapping on a guy's shoulder nearby. “Would you be able to spare some change? I need toothpaste.”
My nipples were to his eyes what a hook is in a fish's mouth. I stood there and arched my back to make the sisters stand out. I was in no hurry. I was in paradise.
Then his eyes slowly went down my belly, pussy, and thighs, all the way to my bare feet, before going back up even more slowly. He never looked higher than my titties. I think he liked them, and that inspired me.
I pinched my nipples. “I’m cold! Can we hurry up?”
While he continued staring at my erect nipples and I kept pinching them, he reached into his pocket and mechanically handed me a five-dollar bill.
I caressed my boobs and my belly as a way to thank him before feeding the machine, selecting a tube of toothpaste, taking it, and heading back to the elevator. He watched my ass as I abandoned him to an erection visibly growing in his pants.
I was now totally comfortable in the nude. I looked around. I felt like going inside the nightclub. I had a look toward my Master. He was still watching, and that filled up my reserve of silliness. I shrugged and headed to the nightclub entrance, squeezing myself to walk through the crowd.
Dancing Naked on The DJ Stage in a Nightclub
I love dancing, and the DJ's music was simply fantastic. It reminded me of Ultra Miami — a techno music festival. If you’ve never been, it’s quite a party with many good-looking half-naked girls. I know because I usually wouldn’t say I like competition, but I go for the music. And the energy!
Have a look!
I will be there this year — later this month. Will you?
But back to what happened to my naked body in South Beach last month… I loved the music, my bare butt cheeks were dancing to the rhythm of a hot South Beach night, and I kept moving forward, but people in the nightclub didn’t look at me like the ones in the well-lit lobby had done. It was dark, with some colorful lights spinning around. So people probably didn’t realize I was naked. I just had to watch for my toes not to be crushed!
I reached the middle and joined the dancing crowd. It had been such a long time since I hit the dance floor.
As always, most people on the dancing floor were boobs-carrying, but a guy beside me abruptly stopped dancing when he realized I was naked. He then resumed dancing while getting much closer to me. The first thing I knew, he was behind me with his hands at the bottom of my belly and going up. He stopped before reaching the girls, though, so I grabbed his hands and placed them on my tits. After all, I needed a man to warm me up!
That opened the floodgate! His hands were all over me as we kept dancing in the most sensual ways. I slid a leg between his. There was something hard there!
And then, I wondered why everybody around us was facing us. Whoever was operating the lighting system had put a bright spotlight on me! There was no denying I was naked anymore.
Suddenly, somebody else grabbed my hand. I looked. It was a girl my age. She signaled me to follow her. Why not?
She opened a trail, and I followed her to the DJ stand. Then she jumped on the table in front of the DJ equipment and extended a hand to me — I joined her, of course.
I didn’t have high heel shoes because Tony wanted to see a totally naked blonde in public, and it turned out to be a blessing making it easier to repeatedly jump up and down and make my boobs wobble.
When I first got onto the table, I looked around. I was not just naked in public; I was in the nude on a stage in front of a huge crowd. My legs got weak as if I was having an orgasm.
I couldn’t look for long, though, because a bright white spotlight ended up on me. You can’t see the crowd with that thing in your face which is sad, but there was something good about it too. I was not cold anymore! It was as if I was on a beach at noon, which also felt good.
Another move I liked was bending forward with my hair flipping over me, going down all around my head, then going in reverse and arching my back. I felt that every time I did that, there were cheers in the crowd. Was I dreaming?
I then noticed a giant screen on the side of the stage. I was on it! Oh my god! This day simply couldn’t have been better. I alternated caressing my body from my thighs to my breasts, jumping, and bending forward and backward.
The girl had stayed on stage with me, and every once in a while, my routine got interrupted by her brushing her body against mine and getting us into sensual moves, which generated even more cheers.
I was dizzy from happiness. As you know, I crave attention. It’s like a drug for me. And this was more extreme than any fantasy I ever had about my body being seen in public.
At one point, the girl tapped on my shoulder and pointed to a security guard at my feet in front of the table. Oops!
The guard signaled me to step down; then, he pointed toward the door to the lobby.
As I walked toward the exit, I could hear a mix of loud cheers and boos. I like to believe the cheers were for me and the boos for the guard, but I didn’t stop to ask. I had a guard on my ass, literally.
As I worked my way out, Game of Thrones came to my mind. Go figure! I thought of Cersei’s Walk of Shame in the nude, except I had no shame. Well, I guess it was indeed like Cersei’s walk!
I reached the lobby and headed to the elevators without looking behind me, hoping the guard didn’t follow me outside the nightclub. But he did! And the darkest images replaced my prior happiness. That was it. I was going to spend the rest of the night in jail.
But he simply asked me if I was okay. I resumed breathing. I reassured him that I was and I would get back inside my room pronto. His face was like an ice cube. I couldn’t read it one way or another, and he waited for me to get in the elevator.
Just before the elevator arrived, the girl who had brought me on stage came running. She handed me a business card, hugged me, and whispered that the DJ wanted to know if I would dance at other parties.
I was stunned. Maybe I was wasting my time as a social media and content marketing manager for a bunch of conservative big bosses.
She kissed me on the lips, then slapped the guard’s ass while leaving. His face still didn’t change expression at all. It was impressive, and I wanted to get on my knees and suck his cock just to see if he would ever change his facial expression!
Once again, my Master stepped into the elevator at the last minute. I had forgotten all about him! I assumed he had seen the show in the nightclub, but I didn’t ask since we were pretending to be strangers.
We were alone on the way up, and I was standing, again, in front of the button panel when I felt his hands on both sides of my body, going down quickly to my pussy. He pushed a finger inside of me. I was as wet as a sponge on a tropical reef.
“You liked it, didn’t you?” he asked while caressing my clit. I faked moaning. I didn’t have an orgasm yet in 2023, and I wanted to keep it like that. The purpose of my body is to worship cocks. Period.
Once the door opened on the top floor, he slapped my ass and told me to stroll back to the suite. He followed. I could still feel his fingers inside me, and I wanted him to take me. Now! Why were we walking so slowly?
But I obeyed and wiggled my ass all the way to the suite, where he caught up with me, slapped my butt cheeks, and told me not to move. He opened the door, walked in, and closed it before me. He left me naked in a hotel corridor, dripping wet with sexual anticipation and wanting him. That man was evil!
I heard him through the door, ordering me to masturbate. I could see a shadow through the magic eye. I couldn’t believe it, but I was also turned on. I rested my back on the wall opposite the door to give him a better view before plunging my right fingers inside my pussy and pinching my nipples with my left hand.
I thought he would have me do it for a bit and then let me in, but the door never opened.
So I stayed on my back on the corridor floor for a while. I was waiting for the door to open. The dancing had used quite a lot of my energy! Then I realized I had been waiting for a while. I stood up in a flash and knocked on the door. No answer. And no shadow in the magic eye.
I knocked louder. And again. And louder. A guy at the other end of the corridor opened the door to his suite, visibly mad, but when he saw me, no words came out of his mouth. While caressing my perky boobs, I said: “Sorry!” He closed his door.
But that didn’t solve my problem. The door to our suite never opened. Shit! I stayed there for probably thirty minutes in the middle of the night, knocking every once in a while. But nothing.
Eventually, I laughed. My only recourse was to go down and explain that I was locked out of my room! For real. And so I did.
The lobby only had about half the people it had on my first visit in the nude, and it didn’t give me the same thrill as the first time. I was getting used to walking around naked in that place. I adapt quickly!
I looked around for the security guard like a thief would look for a guard dog. But I didn’t see him, so I went to ask for help from the lady at the front desk. She shook her head and called… The guard. On his phone!
I couldn’t tell how mad he was or even if he was. Was he a robot from the future?
“Ma’am! You can’t…” he started, but he never really stated what I could not do.
“Are you even 18?” he asked. I felt like jumping in his arms! Or pulling his pants down and giving me the blowjob of his life! Sometimes I feel old in my mid-20s, especially when my 18-year-old friend Amara is at the same sex party I am at. But that guy genuinely seemed to wonder if I was 18.
A great night was getting even better by the minute! I felt like I could walk on clouds!
I didn’t answer the guard because my attention turned to his eyes. They were making friends with my young (he said it), round, perky breasts and nipples.
After a few seconds of enjoying his eyes caressing me, I explained that I was in a suite with a few friends, and they thought it was funny to lock me out. However, I didn’t have an ID, and Madison probably never put my name in as a guest, so I asked him to come to the suite with me, open the door, wake up a guy, and ask if I belonged there.
“Unless you want to bring me home after your shift,” I giggled at one point.
Instead, they called the suite. And called. And called. Meanwhile, I regularly pivoted around to let the Friday night partygoers look at my body from all angles. I was safe! I was with the security guard!
Eventually, somebody answered, and after a short conversation, the lady made a card key; the guard took it and told me to follow him. He walked me to the elevator. We could hear the music, and I started dancing. I wanted to go back on stage. Badly. I would have done anything to get back there.
I put my hands together like an angel and pleated with him. He didn’t answer, and there was no reaction on his face.
When the elevator doors opened, I didn’t want to get in. So I stood there like a brat.
“You’ll have to carry me,” I said.
He finally smiled and gave me the card key.
“As far as I know… The last time I saw the naked girl, she was entering the elevator to get to her room.”
It took me a second to realize what was happening. He was willing to close his eyes and not see me return to the nightclub. I spontaneously hugged him but not for long. He pushed me away hard.
“No!” he said in a very authoritarian tone.
I turned around to go to the nightclub but had that card key.
“What do you want me to do with his?” I asked while I simulated pushing it inside my vagina, which I couldn’t do because of its relatively sharp edges.
He shook his head and took the card back. I turned around and trotted to the nightclub with my boobs dancing in harmony with my feet. I don’t know how I managed to open a trail to the DJ stand. It’s all blurry to me. Maybe I walked on clouds!
All I know is that in no time, I was on stage next to my girlfriend, who had been dancing alone.
And just as quickly, I was back on the big screen with a burning hot white spotlight on my dancing boobs, exposed bald pussy, and round bare ass. And my bare feet! I said many times that I felt “more nude” when wearing high-heel shoes, but as a dancer on a stand, my bare feet touching the cold aluminum-like surface with every move was exciting in itself.
I danced with renewed energy. The crowd's cheering gave me fuel, and the lights were cooking me. At one point, the image in my head was that of a roasted chicken—more like a young chick — as in these ovens with a window door you see in grocery stores. The chicken is nude and dancing on a pole! I just didn’t have a bar. And the men devouring me with their eyes probably would not get to bite the fresh meat!
Talking of the pole, should I look into being a stripper? I always associated that profession with questionable establishments, but here I was, stripped to my birthday suit and dancing for a crowd. For free. What do you think? Let me know in the comments below or elsewhere.
I had a ball, and that girl on stage with me knew how to dance! I followed her lead most of the night. She gave me the phone number of the DJ, but it was her number I wanted!
The high point of my nude dancing night was when she pretended to be jumping in the crowd but, instead, invited me to do so. People in front of the stage also got the message, and suddenly, there was an ocean of hands in front of me.
Part of my brain was saying no, but I was in such a high from flaunting my nude body in front of a large crowd that… I don’t even recall how I got there, but I was unexpectedly being passed around from hand to hand. Crowd surfing! I never thought I would ever get to do that, and even less with hands touching every part of my naked body.
Hands all over my nude skin… It has always been one of my favorite things when I go to sex parties. Every hand is like an electroshock of pleasure, regardless of where they touch me, but especially if it’s my butt cheeks, lower abdomen, or boobs — and I sure got dozen of different hands on those parts of my body!
I wanted to stay there forever, but eventually, I found myself back on stage, even more excited and full of energy, dancing the night away on stage and on giant screens around the nightclub.
At one point, I noticed the guard was at my feet again. He showed me the keycard and gave me a nod of his head. He wanted me to get going. The nightclub was about to close.
I don’t remember how many people I crossed paths with on my way back to the suite. By then, I was drained of all my energy, and frankly, I was as comfortable in the nude in that hotel as I was at home.
The guys were sleeping — and snoring— everywhere. There were cock-carrying animals in every bed and on every couch. Finally, I crashed on the floor at the feet of the bed in the master bedroom. I fell asleep quite satisfied with my day (what an understatement!), and I felt like I was where I belonged on the floor at the feet of the master bed.
Planning The Weekend
The beasts woke up gradually on Saturday morning with growls and sound unintelligible to the human race. I had the feeling they were expecting me to take care of setting up breakfast, so I did. I’m a feminist outside of sex parties, but during sex parties, I enjoy being submissive.
I got a thermos of coffee delivered twice, each time with an assortment of eggs, bacon, sausages, pastries, toasts, and the like. It didn’t even register in my brain that I was opening the door to the hotel staff in the nude — all normal to me!
From what I gathered listening to the conversations, they had taken the weekend off from their wives and were officially on a special outing with the boys. After a week of loneliness, I had eight guys to use me and share me for the whole weekend! I wanted to dance and… I did!
Tony, my Master, suddenly remembered that he enjoyed watching me masturbate in the corridor and wondered how I got in. He didn’t remember letting me in. I told him what I had to do, and he was pissed for having missed so much public nudity by a blonde gal.
“The weekend is not over,” I said but rapidly corrected myself, arguing that the security guard had probably reached his quota of nudity tolerance for the week.
Eventually, the conversation shifted to what they would do with me for the weekend. I laughed at them. They planned a weekend “with the boys” away from the wife but didn’t plan what they would do with it.
“Well, we’ll use you! That’s for one!” one guy said.
And Tony made references to clamps, but I understood only later what he meant by that. And it turned out to be another special revelation for me.
“You got most of the week off,” another one added. “Payback time now! Or overtime! Whatever!”
I was concerned. No matter how much they enjoyed beating my ass, claiming ownership of my pussy, and using my mouth as a masturbating device, I doubt they could do that for two more days without losing interest.
Then I remembered the mental note I had from the day before. I asked them about a fantasy they had always dreamed of. But they were uncomfortable sharing it in front of their buddies, so I told them to write it down on a hotel notepad and put it in the wine ice bucket. After that, I would read them aloud.
And guess what? That didn’t work, either. They stared at the piece of paper.
How can men be so gung-ho about banging chicks and yet, lacking so much imagination on how to do it, even when told there were no rules or limits?
“I think you need an erection to have sexual impulses,” I said. “Besides, I didn’t get my breakfast.” It was true. I didn’t feel like eating typical food. I was a sex pet for a week, and I wanted to be limited to sperm and water as I had been before. Besides, it’s a great way to lose a couple of pounds.
I insisted they let me suck their cocks, and I got eight full loads of warm, fresh male proteins, but still, nothing was written on the notepads. So I changed the rules. I was going to give them choices.
I still had items to do on my “Fuck Me Harder” wishlist. Some couldn’t be done over a weekend, but I told them about the one we could do now in South Florida. Getting five cocks inside of me simultaneously was actually on my list, but we had done that the day before.
I explained to them “The Humidor” fantasy, and then I hesitated a while but finally told them about the “Eyes & Ears Shut” scenario. They wanted both! But then we wondered about them smoking cigars in the hotel room, which was probably not allowed.
One of the guys, Hugo, said his brother owned a cigar lounge. He called him and booked a private party room from 6 to 8 PM. So we planned the ‘Eyes & Ears Shut’ to last 24 hours, starting after the cigar lounge. That was going to be torture for me! I’ll explain when I get to that report.
That left all of Saturday open. They asked me about what extreme sexual things I had done in my life. It was the first time ever I got to sit down and tell a group of men about my sexual adventures. I usually discussed these things with my Mom and my friend Jane.
The most popular one for these guys was my day of deep-sea fishing with Madison’s dad and his buddies. They lost it! They wanted it, and guess what? I told them I would do it with them whenever they could organize it.
They didn’t believe that I was hung by my ankles, upside down, while my hair was used to wipe fish blood from the deck. I guess that motivated me to offer to do it with them. Besides, since that weekend with Madison’s dad, I’ve regularly practiced being upside with an inversion table. I’m unsure how long I can stay on it because I never actually timed it. I need to check that and work on improving my time, just like I did for deep-throating.
So we spent the day chatting like a bunch of friends, except they were all dressed, I was naked, and it was all about what other men had done with my body. I casually sat on one and the other; they caressed my boobs and my hair. We kissed. In the afternoon, I got a few of them to donate sperm to me again. I’m getting addicted to the feeling of gooey, warm, fresh sperm in my mouth and even more to the look on men’s faces when I tell them I’m on a sperm diet.
I used to include dry crackers to that diet to prevent nausea and keep the sperm down, especially during sex parties when I get many generous donations, but not anymore. I can swallow quite a lot of sperm with no nausea whatsoever. I’m gonna add that to my to-do list, measuring how much sperm I can swallow in a row, but I bet at least a liter. I can drink a liter of water after jogging on the beach, and I am always hungry for sperm. I keep on working to become an even more well-trained submissive fuck doll.
In Part Four, I share with you what happened in the cigar lounge here:
Then, in Part Five… Oh my god! The thrills I got when tied down with my eyes & ears shut were out of this world, and the boys led me to experiment with my tolerance to pain. Stay tuned!
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