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My boobs, nipples, pussy, clit and butthole were entertainment tools & public property at a 4th of July party. [My Sex Life Diary]
I spent the entire month of June in the nude as a personal challenge. I also refrained from getting an orgasm in preparation to entertaining a crowd with my nude body, masturbation, and a public climax during a private 4th of July party, just North of Miami, at my friends Madison and Darnell’s place (made-up names for my online Sex Life Diary).
Yes, I’m crazy. A bit. Maybe? But I am young and having the time of my life with my body. I think I’m addicted to seeing cocks get hard around me. And it amuses me to see so many different sizes and shapes of male rods. Furthermore, I love the attention, for sure! And since I won’t be a young blonde with a tight ass, juicy pussy and firm boobs forever… Now is the time to have fun! I say.
The body painting artist arrived early on. He touched every part of my body while planning his work. The plan was for guests to have plenty of time to see me in the nude before the artist uses my naked body as a canvas with a theme of Independence Day.
I got the feeling, though, that he pretended to be projecting his work for quite some time after he had decided what he would be painting. I think he enjoyed squeezing my tits, pushing my bum cheeks aside, spreading my vaginal lips, and fondling every other part of my body! It made me smile the whole time. I was the center of attention for his eyes and his hands.
In mid-afternoon, I stood outside at the front door to welcome every guest, one by one.
In these kinky events, I often wear high-heel shoes and jewelry because men’s cocks seem to get harder when I wear these decorations on an otherwise nude body. But the theme for that evening was ‘full nudity’ and therefore, I stood naked from head to toes and barefoot on the asphalt.
It reminded me of when I slept outside in the parking lot tied to the bumper of my 4x4. I have so many sexual memories from that beach house!
For me, it’s normal for my toes to be caressing the sand or the grass, but asphalt and concrete are something else. It’s like I am ‘more nude than nude’ when my bare feet feel hard, rugged material.
I recognized quite a few faces. Many of the guests had seen me naked at prior events.
The young men who had been hired as valets to park the cars were the ones who spent the most time staring at my tits, bums, legs, and pussy.
Most guests came as a couple. I was no longer surprised at women coming with their men to an event where a naked female body was part of the decor. I think all guests knew how eccentric Madison and Darnell were.
What I noticed, though, is… The number of sugar daddies coming with a young female body by their side. It dawn on me that some of these girls were wearing jewelry that costed more than a year of salary for me. And all they had to do was walking sexy and talking sultry while standing on top of fancy shoes that also costed a fortune. Meanwhile, I had to be naked as a form of entertainment, and I wasn’t getting any money for it.
But I shrugged it off. I didn’t want money because I didn’t want any of what I was doing to be categorized as prostitution. Besides, it would then make it a job, right? I enjoyed the feeling of being used as a submissive fuck toy, which I don’t think I would get by selling my services.
I was having the time of my life and wanted to keep it that way for as long as possible.
Once all the guests had arrived and I had stood naked in front of four young valet guys with inquisitive eyes for a while, Madison brought me to the pool deck, where she tied my hands above my head to a post and shove a ball gag in my mouth. I love her! Being naked in front of a crowd had little effect on me anymore, but being tied and gagged in front of about 30 people gave me a rush of adrenaline. She knew it. I’m an open book to her!
She asked for everybody’s attention before welcoming them and explaining the game plan for the day. She told them about the artist who would do body painting on me for their entertainment, and for that, she said she needed a man to shave the small triangle of pubic hair I had above my vulva. I call it my blonde guitar pick! Many men like to see a proof I am a ‘real’ blonde. But Madison wanted my body to be fully smooth as a canvas for the body painting artist.
She randomly picked an old man — a sugar daddy who came to the party with a blonde gal younger than me — to do the honor. A crowd gathered around them and Madison made it last a long time by providing excessive instructions for everybody’s entertainment. It turns out that very few men have seen a woman being shaved or waxed. Plenty of male beasts found it fascinating, even though it was being done to such a small area.
“She’s a real blonde!” the old man said at one point, for which he received an elbow in the ribs from his trophy girlfriend.
And guess what happened afterward? Madison invited all guests to check how smooth I was. About a dozen men obliged with their hands often wandering down onto my clit, which was readily visible.
My clitoris is not hidden under the hood. A body piercing artist told me one day that I would be an excellent candidate for a real piercing of the clit. Apparently, most ‘clit piercings’ are actually through the hood. Since that discussion, I wondered about it, thinking that my blonde guitar pick and a real clit-ring could be an interesting pair of items to display for men’s entertainment. I’m also thinking that it would make me feel even more like a piece of art on display.
I can see myself telling a stranger in a bar: “Yes, I’m a real blonde and I have a real clit ring. Wanna see?”
But I don’t know yet. I have more thinking to do! What do you think? Would you like to see such a pair of items?
After being untied and un-gagged, I stood by the pool for the body painting artist to start his work on his canvas — my smooth, naked body. Madison told him to do something related to the American flag. I guess he did, but somehow, I felt he was more interested in exposing my nudity than satisfying Madison’s request.
First, he painted my hands with what looked like gym training gloves covered with the American flag. Then he added another flag all over my face which, I think, helped everybody who wanted to stare at my tits and pussy. With my face covered like that, it was as if I was less of a person and men were more comfortable analyzing every part of my body.
On my breasts, he did the most complicated part of his work. It was an American-flag bikini, but with one side untied and dropping below my boob. On that exposed breast, he added pale skin color to make it look like tan lines, which I normally don’t have since I mostly tan in the nude at my friend’s beach house.
He didn’t bother painting a bikini bottom, though. I was a chick with a half-untied bikini top and no bottom! Instead, he painted tan lines, again. Like I said, he wanted to make me look more naked, not less! He even used paint to exaggerate my vaginal lips, then added a star where the guitar pick had been.
He also added such a star in my back, at the top of my butt crack, and on top of it, he wrote “Made in the USA.”
On my right shoulder, he painted what looked like a tattoo with the words: “American Beauty Ready To Serve—No Protection Needed.”
Damn! That one was a bit too trampy for me. I love being used sexually, but I don’t need toilet-stall-style graffitis to do it. It put me off, but I managed to ignore it for the rest of the day.
For the first part of the evening, I ended up being the waitress walking back and forth between the guests and the barman who had set up shop in Madison and Darnell’s indoor reception room.
Just like the car valets, the barman was quite interested in my nude body. At one point, he asked me how much I was getting paid to be waitressing like that. He suggested we team up for other parties. I’m not sure he believed me when I explained I was doing it for fun.
It seems to me that men generally believe women don’t readily like sex and are not getting satisfaction from simply satisfying men’s sexual needs. Either I am an exception or there are a lot of misconceptions about sex.
A few guests gave me tips when I brought them their drinks. I had never been a waitress at a Madison & Darnell’s event—I am usually just a piece of ass on display — but I thought no money ever changed hands. Maybe these guests simply liked me a lot? Perhaps I could be a waitress if I get fired by my conservative social media clients after they find out about my sex life!
Of course, I couldn’t slip the tips inside my painted bikini top, so I found a cup to accumulate the money. I thought these were fair earnings, not directly linked to sex and therefore, my bank account would finally get a badly needed infusion of cash.
Finally, it was time for “the” event: Independence Day fireworks with me masturbating on a stage set so that people could see both the lighting show and my hand on my clit.
I had gotten wet regularly in June but always refrained from climaxing. It was part of my commitment to Madison & Darnell to whom I had voluntarily donated my body as a sex toy.
I gave myself a head start ahead of the explosions in the sky. All eyes were on me as my hand slowly primed my pussy and caressed my clit, but once the fireworks started, eyes were all looking above my head, no matter what I did. On top of that, I couldn’t seem to get in the mood. So, as I knew the show was almost over, I faked an orgasm and even then, only a handful of eyes were on me as I twisted my toes and yelled in fake pleasure.
Perhaps too many of these people had seen me climax before and too many of these men had fucked me before. I was no longer a novelty.
People quickly went back to drinking and chatting as Madison came to my stage.
“Faking?” she exclaimed. “I never thought I would see you do that!”
Pieces of conversation are recalled from memory. They may not be 100% accurate, but this event happened recently, so I think my recollection of it is pretty accurate.I almost fainted. My lover and ‘owner’ had noticed. I guess I don’t have as much practice at faking as some women do. In most cases, I make it clear to men that they can use my body for their pleasure and I shouldn’t come since I am just a fuck toy. That eliminates the need to fake orgasms!
I apologized profusely. Madison laughed and asked for everybody’s attention before explaining to her guests that she wasn’t pleased with my performance, referring to me as a deflated sex doll. Clearly, I had been a bad girl since I didn’t manage to get them interested in my show and therefore, she was gonna have me continue to perform until everybody was satisfied.
She handed me the giant double-dildo I had used during an NHL & NBA playoff weekend. It was gigantic, and it had taken me a long time to get it all in on that day. That monster was 12 inches long and designed as two penises side-by-side as if two men were penetrating me at once.
She asked everybody to come see. She didn’t have to tell me anything. I knew what she wanted.
I started with my pussy since I was wet from renewed attention and from remembering the adventures I had with that giant double-penis.
It remains on my to-do list to actually have two men penetrate me simultaneously, in the same hole. Would you volunteer to help me with that goal?
No matter how big that frightening toy was, Madison’s hand was bigger, and she had fisted me a few times. So my vagina swallowed it relatively fast, although I could only fit in about 9 inches of it. My penis-pleasuring tunnel is longer than the average length of a pussy, Google tells me, but it is still not 12 inches!
Then I switched to the ass, and it got more complicated.
I am used to getting tons of cocks in my butthole, one after the other, but I’ve never met a man with such a big tool. So my ass had only once stretched that wide and that deep and it had been for that exact toy earlier this year. For some reason, my butthole was less cooperative on the 4th of July. Maybe my ass wanted to claim its independence!
I looked around. It was mostly silent, with a bit of whispers and some giggling. People seemed fascinated by what I was doing, even women, and I wondered why. While pushing that thing in and out of my ass, swallowing a bit more each time, I came up with a theory.
Many couples watch porn together nowadays and therefore, I suppose they are used to seeing women’s ass being abused. And on that night, it was as if they were simply enjoying a porn movie in 3D!
I eventually got the double-dildo all up my ass and strangely enough, for the first time in my life, it hurt. I’ve always said my body was designed and created for sex because, among other reasons, men can bang my ass as much as they want and it never hurts. It did on that night, but I won’t change my opinion after just one exception. I think I was simply stressed by having disappointed Madison.
Once that was done, I sigh in relief but a guy started yelling “deep throat” and soon, many of the guests were chanting it. It’s pretty clear to me that people watch porn when they are familiar with all the porn vocabulary!
Ass-to-mouth is the thing I enjoy the least as a submissive fuck toy, but I have done it many times, so that was not a big issue. My concern was that I had failed I getting that double-wide-dildo down my throat last time I had tried.
On the NBA & NHL weekend, for my deep-throating performance in front of the boys, Madison had switched the double-cock dildo for a single-size rubber penis.
I looked at Madison, my eyes pleading with her, but her look was demanding. She clearly expected me to perform, and I badly wanted to please her. I missed the orgasms she was regularly giving me before we started the June challenge. So I repositioned myself, swallowed the tip of the giant artificial double-cock, then tried to slowly push it down my throat.
I have a big mouth, so I managed to get my lips around the two heads, but there was no way I could stretch my throat wide enough to swallow that thing.
I’m a scuba diving instructor with a lot of training in breath-holding and freediving. I can hold my breath for much longer than the average person and I wanted to show it to everybody at that 4th of July private party. But I failed.
As I was catching my breath and coughing, Madison came on stage with the barman. She raised my cup full of tips and said something like: “I’m so sorry! That’s two failed performance in a row. And yet, the little slut thought she would make money tonight!”
Silence took over the area. Nobody knew what she was up to, not even me.
She looked at the barman on stage with her and offered him the cup with my tips. “It’s all yours if you fuck her ass right here, right now. Teach her a lesson!”
Loud cheering came next. For some reasons, at these events, the crowd always gets excited when somebody abuses my young, female body. There is raw bestial energy inside all of us, and these events let some people vent it out, I guess.
Even women cheered. In fact, the young chicks cheered the most. I wondered if they were hoping to get a more quiet night at home with their sugar daddies if they first watched my tight ass being fucked. I thought it was weird because I am pretty sure that if I were in their expensive shoes, I would be jealous that it wasn’t my ass but… To each their own.
The young barman didn’t resist and obeyed. Of course, it helped that Madison pushed his pants down and grabbed a cock that got hard pretty quickly.
I went on all fours. He pushed his penis into my butthole while grabbing my long hair. People cheered the whole time. I could hear voices telling him to bang my ass harder and pull more vigorously on my hair. Some people just love seeing blondes get a rough treatment and once again, I think they enjoyed the fact that it was in 3D instead of inside an internet browser.
Once the barman was done, an old man offered him $100 to bang my ass. Before I could even drop out of being on all fours, the barman had taken the money, the man’s pants were down and his hands seized my hips. Wow! That was hot! Madison was as surprised as I was, so it seemed she hadn’t planned that part. I blew a kiss in her direction to reassure her.
It was the same man who had removed my guitar pick of pubic hair. I almost reached climax while this old man banged my ass in front of an attentive crowd, and with his young trophy girlfriend giggling next to me. I’ve never had an orgasm simply from cocks inside of me—in any of my holes. I climax from clit stimulation. But that night was special. A hard rod almost made me come simply from ass fucking!
What is even more memorable to me, though, is… For the first time in my recent life as a submissive sex toy, a man had received money to let another man use my ass. It gives me shivers just writing about it. I loved it! It brought me to a new level of feeling like a thing for men to pleasure themselves with.
And guess what? It didn’t stop there. Four other men followed suit. Three of them had their wife or girlfriend looking at their cocks pounding my ass. I suppose for them it went beyond a 3D porn video to virtual reality! I find it funny to see it that way.
And yes, the barman left with the pile of money. And a giant smile! Once again, my body got used for free.
I crashed and stayed on the stage as guests gradually left, wondering if anybody else would come to pleasure themselves, but I got better than that! Once everybody was gone, Madison and Darnell used their sex toy and this time around, I didn’t have to fake anything!
I slept alone in the guest room, though. They didn’t want paint on their fancy bed sheets and I was too tired to clean the American flags off my body until the next morning.