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The Day My Quasi-Boyfriend Found Out I Was a Cock-Pleasuring Fuck Toy for Other Men
I thought I was spoiled with a neighbor who could become a loving boyfriend for friendship, an old man for support, and a few dominant sex-friends to use me & fuck me hard. Was I? [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.
For the entire month of June, I challenged myself to remain naked, mostly at my friend Madison’s house. Her husband, Darnell, and their visiting friends enjoyed the view as if my body was part of their art collection. And her dad enjoyed a unique deep-sea fishing trip for Father’s Day! It turned out he may like fishing, but he loved my young boobs & tight pussy even more. And he got quite a thrill by tying up a naked mermaid on his boat!
In the second part of June, my friend Madison and her husband Darnell (made up names for my online sex diary) invited their neighbors over for dinner, knowing fully well that I would have to remain naked if I were to keep my promise to be in the nude for at least one month.
While discussing the planning of that dinner, Madison pushed me into telling my almost-boyfriend about my parallel life as a submissive fuck toy. He’s my neighbor at the condo an old man let me use in South Florida.
I labeled him my ‘almost-boyfriend’ because I refused to commit. Yes, I know it’s usually the other way around.
He wanted me badly, by all accounts! But I was concerned he would ditch me like rotten meat if he were to find out about my kinky sex appetite and what I let Madison and Darnell do with my body.
Yet, I agreed with Madison. It was time to bite the bullet and see what happened. Already, I had a hard time deflecting his questions about where I was in June. So I called him and told him I had things to let him know about me if he were to come to my friend's place for a talk. You know… “We have to talk…” The sentence most dreaded by men!
I think Rom or Romeo (another made-up name for this report) would do anything for me, so he dropped what he was doing and came over.
I opened the door in the nude, of course, and that’s when a new chapter of his life started.
Like most men when they don’t expect to see a naked pussy and exposed female mammal tits, he froze. But then, eventually, I managed to get him on a long chair by the pool.
I explained my June Nudity Challenge to him, making it sound like a scientific experiment. It could have been, right? That went relatively well. He said something like: “I’ve always known there was some special sexual energy around your body. That’s what I love about you!”
It was a much better reaction than I expected, and of course, it thrilled me to know that he thought I was special. Furthermore, it was “sexual energy” that made him attracted to me. There was hope!
Then I moved on to explain that I regularly had sex with Madison and Darnell, the owners of the chairs we were sitting on. That gave him a much longer pause. I can tell you that! So I went to sit on his lap, removed his t-shirt, squeezed my naked breasts on his bare chest, kissed him romantically on the mouth, then let one of my hands go down his belly and inside his shorts, where I squeezed his stiffening rod.
In my experience, once you touch the cock, you can get a man to agree to anything.
“It’s just sex, babe!” I said, but since that sounded like the most conventional and boring excuse from a cheating spouse, I added: “I’m their fuck toy, and I love it!”
Wow! It felt good to get that off my chest! I love being in the nude to please men’s eyes, and I am thrilled when they use my body for their bestial gorilla-like pleasure. It is part of who I am. It is what I am.
Do I need to tell you he froze again? But his cock continued to get harder, so I got up, pulled his shorts down, and went to work on his penis with my wet, experienced lips & tongue. I kept working on it until he started moaning. Then I stopped, on purpose, and asked him if it bothered him that I was “sexually liberated.” I improvised those words. I don’t know if they were the right ones.
He didn’t answer. I kept alternating between working on his cock, going up to kiss his mouth, and telling him how much I had a ‘need’ to be naked and used sexually by strangers.
Eventually, Madison walked in while I was sucking Rom’s penis. She rolled her eyes.
“It’s fine for you to get him up to speed — and up in… More ways than one,” she said, “but when you are here, you are mine. Make sure he understands that!”
And then she casually offered him a beer, which he took like a robot obeying a command. Madison left, and I went back to my long chair, leaving my quasi-boyfriend’s hard cock pointing at the sky. Men are less agreeable after they’ve ejaculated. And they are in their most docile state when having a hard-on. So I wanted to keep his penis in its erect state!
Eventually, he growled in some sort of agreement. I asked him to put his clothes back on for dinner, and I used his cold beer against his penis to soften it down so it fit in his shorts. He still had to behave at dinner if he wanted a reward!
The old-man-neighbor had already seen me in the nude by the pool one day and knew I would be in that state at dinner. His wife also knew but saw my naked body for the first time when I opened the door for them.
There were quite a few generations around the table.
I’m in my mid-20s, Romeo in his early 30s, Madison in her late 30s, and Darnell in his early 40s. The neighbors were in their 60s or 70s, which made the old husband very attractive to me. I have to admit!
Of course, I was the only one naked in the room with my tits exposed above the table, non-stop, and that led to very interesting discussions about nudity and sexuality. I will report on these talks in a forthcoming discussion on sexuality in the Bare Skin Café publication on Medium.
For now, let’s stick to how my boyfriend reacted to finding out I enjoyed being a fuck toy for other men — many, many other men.
After dinner, we moved to the living room. The old neighbors wanted to stick to air conditioning. I love it outside in South Florida, even when it is a hot and humid Summer day, but I didn’t have a say in the matter. I was just a decoration, like a 3D painting of a nude young woman.
I sat on Rom’s lap for most of the evening. Every once in a while, I positioned his hands on my naked tits, which always seemed to disturb the old lady while it entertained the old man. I don’t know why. I am pretty sure I won’t have a problem with my man enjoying the view of young tits when I get old, but… What do I know? I’m just a young, spoiled cock-teasing brat.
After the neighbors left, I invited Rom to leave too, but he insisted he wanted to spend the night with me. He had just found out a gigantic piece of information about me and wanted to hold my naked body tight all night.
Since Madison had made it clear he was not to be part of our sexual life in that house, I volunteered to go to his place. When I noticed a giant interrogation mark on his face, I realized it meant I would be naked outside of this house.
Well… Fine! I had already gone to another house in the nude with Madison’s dad for a deep-sea fishing expedition, so… Why not?
Just to be clear: I have no issue being nude in public. In fact, I love it. Even before my sex life got wild with Madison & Darnell, I enjoyed being an exhibitionist. In South Florida, I pleased the eyes of Uber drivers with my naked tits and pussy a few times, for instance, and as a teen up North, well… More men than I can count have enjoyed the sight of my tits and pussy, including 22 old men who stripped me naked and pinned me down on a dive boat when I was 18. I loved it every time.
My only fear comes from the conservative men in charge in our society (especially the hypocritical ones who have wild sex parties in private) and the police. I do not want a criminal record!
But… What the heck! I could play with fire every once in a while.
Rom’s car had very dark tinted windows, which seems the norm in South Florida, so there was nothing much about the ride to our condo building. Then, I walked naked from the parking lot to the door of his condo, which was on the first floor, right next to mine. We didn’t cross paths with anybody. Sorry! It was a relief and a disappointment at the same time.
By the way, there are no kids in that building. In fact, I never see kids on that part of the beach. It feels like the entire area is a retirement house, which explains why my dad’s old friend has a condo there and why Rom’s dad (in New York) also got one on this part of the beach.
Yes, I know… Some of you outside Florida will tease that the entire state is a retirement house. Well… First, it’s not true. And, second… I’d love it if it were! Old perverts are the type of men reacting the most to the sight of my naked titties, so… There!
It was late. We took a shower and went straight to bed, where, at first, we spooned. I could feel a hard, wet rod pushing against me, so I turned around, forced him on his back, climbed over his body, and kissed him.
I love being on top of a man like that. First, it’s a lot of skin contact! Otherwise, if I raise my head to kiss him, he can see my boobs while my nipples are still brushing against his chest. Meanwhile, I can feel his cock and squeeze it with my thighs. And that is what I did.
I wasn’t sure what topics I should have discussed with him, and I was mostly focused on figuring out the kinkiest things I could do to him. Up to that point in our relationship, sex had been okay, albeit mostly of the standard type. It’s ‘normal life’ I enjoyed with him: hanging out, going to a restaurant for dinner, relaxing on the beach… That kind of stuff.
Before I could decide what to do or say, he shoved me aside, forced me on my back, opened my legs, and pushed his cock inside my pussy. Thank god I was wet already! I had never seen him wanting me that much.
Maybe I should have told him about my kinky sex life earlier! It seemed to turn him on, but I wondered if he had fully understood the nature of my relationship with Madison and Darnell.
“You are OK with Madison & Darnell using my body as a fuck toy?” I asked while milking his penis with the walls of my vagina and doing my best to slow him down at the same time. I knew he wouldn’t talk after ejaculating. Men are very simple beasts, and the remote control is between their legs, but only as long as there is still battery juice!
Pieces of conversation are recalled from memory. They may not be 100% accurate, but since these are recent events, I think my recollection of it is pretty accurate.I had to repeat my question a few times before he agreed it was OK with him.
“You know, they share their toys with their friends,” I added, squeezing his cock more rapidly but holding his naked buttocks to slow down his in-and-out movements. I didn’t succeed in delaying the inevitable. He ejaculated, and from his facial expression, it was the best orgasm I had ever seen him have with me.
And, yes! I made sure to have no orgasm with him since that was part of my commitments for June.
We went back to spooning for a while, and then, while his hand was playing with my nipple, he asked: “How many men?”
“Men and women,” I corrected him. It had been almost exclusively men, but I truly enjoyed sex with my friend Madison, and I had some good times with her sister-in-law, too. He didn’t comment, so I told him it had been many people until I clarified: “Hundreds, babe!”
He asked what I meant, so I told him about a few of the sexual events during which I had been used, like the SuperBowl party, the simulation of forced sex, and the 12 hours with at least one cock inside of me at the ‘Fuck The Easter Bunny’ event.
The more I recalled these sexual exploits as a submissive fuck doll, the more active his hands were on my body. And I could feel his cock getting hard again. He loved it, or at least his penis did.
I had heard about men enjoying the idea of their wives or girlfriends being used and fucked by other men, but this was the first time I got to witness it. He didn’t have to say anything for me to know it excited him. Was I destined to be a “hot wife” with him? That would be quite a contrast to my regular, submissive role in the rest of my sex life.
The more thrilled he got, the more adventurous I got with my talking. I explained that many men had fucked me in the ass, something he had never done. I had tried to incite him to fuck me in the ass a few times, but he hadn’t been very receptive.
It seems like many men have never fucked a woman in the ass, and they feel anxious about trying it. In any case, with all the sexual energy arising from the stories about me being other men’s fuck toy, I spurted out that my ass would never be his. It would only be for other men to abuse.
As soon as I said that, he forced me onto my back and penetrated my pussy again with even more energy than the prior time that evening.
Not only was he not about to ditch me for being a fuck toy, but he was turned on by it. I didn’t see that coming! Madison was right to push me to let him know.
It was the first time he ejaculated inside of me more than once in the same evening.
Once he was done with my body and returned to resting on his back, I climbed over him again, our two sweaty bodies kissing each other. I locked eyes with him and asked if he was really OK with other men doing dirty stuff to me while our own sex would remain ‘clean & traditional.’ For some reason, that idea was getting me excited. I didn’t see that coming either! I keep on learning about myself.
He agreed to the plan while romantically kissing me.
Wow! Was I a spoiled girl or what? I had been a lucky girl, sexually, since… Well… Since the first time I had sex, really. And as I type this report, I still have a hard time believing how lucky I am.
Later on, as we were spooning again, we discussed some more.
I clarified I cherished our loving relationship based on ‘living a normal life’ together, which was something I wasn’t getting with Madison & Darnell, where my sexual appetite for extreme submissive stuff was being fed.
I also admitted, as I was discovering it, that the thought of him not having full access to my body while strangers could do anything they wanted was… Extremely thrilling. And every time I mentioned it, his cock gave him out. He couldn’t claim he didn’t like the thought, too.
Then, out of the blue, he asked me how big Darnell’s cock was. Ya! White men always want to know about the size of a black man’s cock.
“Huge!” I replied with no further clarification. But he insisted, so I asked if he’d like to see Darnell fucking me. Once again, he didn’t answer. Instead, he penetrated me and ejaculated into my vagina for the third time that night. That was my answer. Men are transparent when they are naked!
On the next day, he drove me back to Madison & Darnell’s house very early in the morning. Yes, in the nude.
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