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Old men established rules for the week, including making me sleep outdoors, nude & tied for all dive resort guests to use. [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.
I arrived at Victor and Albert’s cabin, as Harvey had ordered me. The air was thick with wanton desire, making the atmosphere heavier than the salty sea breeze that mixed with it. As I walked onto the porch, it felt like a stage set for an erotic spectacle, the ocean waves crashing behind me only adding to the sensual ambiance.
All fourteen old men sat in a circle, their hungry eyes feasting on my nude young body. I noticed Harvey holding my backpack by his feet, a devilish grin on his face. My heart raced, knowing this display of vulnerability thrilled me just as much as it did them. Every inch of my naked flesh was exposed for these sexually depraved old men to devour with their lecherous gazes.
“Go ahead, sit down,” Harvey gestured towards an empty chair, but then he stopped me. “Actually, no. Stand right here in the middle of us all. This is where you belong.”
A shiver ran down my spine as I realized I was the center of their twisted fantasy. Powerless and exposed, my body became a canvas for their lustful imaginations. Men’s eyes roamed my curves, drinking in every detail of my nakedness. My nipples hardened under their scrutiny, betraying my own excitement.
As Harvey ordered, I began to caress myself — every inch of my naked body except for my throbbing clit, he said. My fingers traced delicate patterns over my neck, making me shiver. Men’s eyes followed my every movement, their lewd comments filling the air with a mixture of adoration and depravity.
“Such a perfect little slut,” one man remarked as my hands moved onto my breasts. I squeezed them together, pinching my erect nipples, feeling both humiliated and aroused by their attention. I enjoy being nude in front of strangers, and I’ve done it quite often. But being told to caress my body while they sat and watched was an absorbing new humiliation sensation.
“God, look at that tight ass,” another man groaned when I ran my hands over the curves of my buttocks and down my thighs. Bending over to caress my legs and feet, I knew they had a perfect view of my swollen pussy lips, slick with arousal.
“Can’t wait to have those sweet lips wrapped around my cock again,” someone else muttered, earning a chorus of agreement from the others.
Conversations have been abridged to make them flow easier for you, and well… Because my memory is not perfect, especially when I am caressing my naked body in front of 14 old men!
I stood in the center of the circle, heart pounding and cheeks flushed. Harvey opened my backpack and began pulling out my clothes, carelessly tossing them into a nearby garbage can. Panic surged through me as I realized I would be left with nothing to wear for the journey home.
“Please, just let me keep one set of clothes for the flight back,” I begged, but Harvey silenced me with a cruel smirk. He held up the black binder paperclip that he’d used earlier on my clit, and my breath caught in my throat, remembering the pain it had caused. In fact, I could still feel it.
“Remember, you’re only allowed to speak when we ask you a question,” Harvey warned, his voice low and menacing. “Final warning!”
The sight of the torture device sent a shudder through my body, and I felt the lingering ache in my clit intensify. The men’s laughter echoed around me, mocking my helplessness and vulnerability.
“Look at her trembling,” one man snickered. “Maybe she wants that clamp on her clit.”
“Damn,” another chimed in. “We’re going to have fun with every inch of that gorgeous babe, whether she likes it or not.”
As the men continued their crude banter, I felt a perverse thrill at my situation. Despite my fear and humiliation, my body betrayed me, growing even more aroused by the prospect of being used and degraded by these men. The line between pleasure and pain blurred, and I knew that by the end of the week, I would be a completely different person — broken, submissive, and utterly devoted to satisfying their every twisted desire.
Meanwhile, the circle of old men around me continued to gawk at my nudity, their lustful gazes making my skin crawl. I tried to hold my head up high, but the realization that I was completely at their mercy threatened to break my spirit.
“Look what Harvey’s got now,” Theo said, his voice dripping with excitement as Harvey pulled out my passport, ID, and phone from my backpack. A sickening knot formed in my stomach, my vulnerability reaching new heights.
“Since our little sex pet is just a tamed wild animal now… Theo! Take these and do whatever you want with them. Is there a black market here for passports and IDs? I’m sure you can get something for the phone.” Harvey handed my belongings over to Theo, smirking wickedly. The thought of being stranded here without any clothes, means of identification, or communication terrified me, and a sense of panic began to take hold.
“Please… at least let me keep my passport and one set of clothes for the flight back home,” I begged, my voice shaking.
“Ah-ah,” Harvey scolded, holding up the black binder paper clip that had tormented my clit earlier. “How many final warnings do we give her?”
My heart raced as I stared at the terrifying nightmare device, the pain in my clit a stark reminder of my submission to these men.
“Look at her, begging like the needy little slut she is,” one man sneered. “She’ll learn soon enough that we own her, head to toe.”
“Damn right,” another chimed in, licking his lips. “We own every inch of this fine piece of ass, and she better get used to it.”
As they taunted me, my mind raced with thoughts of helplessness and fear. But even as I naturally despised them, my body continued to betray me, continuously growing more aroused by the degradation and humiliation they heaped upon me.
I discovered a long time ago that I enjoy being nothing but a sex object, and no matter what people think about my sexual practices, they give me delight, and that is why I didn’t use my safe word.
“Listen up, sweetheart,” Harvey said, his voice cold and cruel. “You’re going to be our personal plaything for the rest of the week, whether you like it or not. We control your body, your clothes, your clit, and everything else about you, understand?”
I nodded silently, my cheeks burning with shame as I accepted my fate. The men around me laughed and jeered, their crude comments only fueling my growing sense of despair.
“Your pretty little face won’t get you any special treatment here,” one man taunted. “You have tight holes. We have cocks. Get it?”
“Can’t wait to see how much she begs when we’re done with her,” another added, his eyes raking over my naked form. “By the end of the week, she’ll be nothing more than a drooling, moaning mess.”
“Damn right,” a third agreed, grinning wickedly. “She’s gonna learn what it means to be completely and utterly owned by us. I wonder if she will continue to be a cock tease after that.”
My heart hammered in my chest as I watched Harvey take out the ankle restraints from my backpack, throwing them at me with a sinister grin. The cold metal landed at my feet, and I hesitated for a moment before bending down to pick them up. Men’s eyes roamed over my body as I did so, their lecherous gazes lingering on every curve and crevice.
“Go on, put them on,” Harvey barked impatiently. “Show us just how eager you are to be our little fuck toy.”
As I wrapped the restraints around my ankles, my fingers trembled with a mixture of fear and excitement. My entire being was consumed by the lustful stares of these depraved men, stripping me of any semblance of dignity or control. Their crude comments echoed in my ears as I secured the second restraint.
“Look at her, all trussed up like a Christmas present,” one man sneered.
“Bet that tight little cunt is already dripping wet, just begging for a good, hard pounding,” another added, his voice thick with desire.
“Once we’re done with her, she’ll know her role in life — on her knees, sucking cocks like the filthy slut she is,” a third chimed in, making the others laugh cruelly.
With the ankle restraints now firmly in place, Harvey tossed the choker and leash at me next. I caught them in my hands, feeling the weight of the leather and metal against my skin. Desperate to please the men surrounding me, I struggled to fasten the choker around my neck.
“Look at that lovely collar on her neck, like a proper little pet,” one of the men remarked, a predatory gleam in his eye. “Just imagine leading her around the dive resort on a leash, parading her naked body for everyone to see… or use.”
“Or tying her up outside our cabin, so any of us can take a turn whenever we please,” another suggested with a wicked grin. “She’ll be there, waiting and ready for us, just like the obedient little fuck pet she is.”
As I attached the leash to the choker, my body trembled with a mixture of shame and arousal. Here I was, completely naked and restrained in front of these men, my every move dictated by their depraved urges. And a part of me craved the degradation, the humiliation, the utter surrender that came with being their plaything.
The leash dangled from my neck, resting between my naked young firm boobs, a constant reminder of my new status as nothing more than a sex pet for these men — a toy for them to use and discard as they saw fit.
Holding the nipple clamps, Harvey smirked. “You know, boys,” he said, addressing the group around us, “I couldn’t help but notice how much fun you all had watching Delisha scream and squirm when I tortured her clit earlier.”
The men around me nodded in agreement, their eyes hungry as they stared at my vulnerable body. One of them licked his lips and said, “Oh, she was a sight to behold, alright. That perfect blonde babe finally got what she deserved for being a damn cock tease.”
“Damn right,” another chimed in. “But I think the black binder clip makes a better punishment than those flimsy clips. More intense, you know?”
Their words stung, but I could feel the heat pooling between my legs at the thought of being punished so severely and savagely on the most sensitive part of my young woman’s body. As if sensing my inner turmoil, Harvey grinned wickedly before decisively throwing the nipple clamps in the garbage.
“Alright then, it’s settled,” he announced. “We’ll use the binder clip on her clit whenever she disobeys or steps out of line during this trip.” The other men murmured in approval, and I felt a shiver run down my spine at the thought of enduring such pain again. Suddenly a week seemed like an eternity.
My mind raced with fear and anticipation, trying to process the reality of what lay ahead. I imagined the cold, unforgiving grip of the black binder paperclip snapping onto my sensitive clit, sending waves of excruciating pain through my entire body. The mere thought made me tremble, yet I couldn’t deny the perverse arousal it stirred within me.
Harvey wasted no time, pulling out the dildo ball gag from my backpack. The old men’s eyes widened in anticipation as they studied the intimidating 5-inch long dildo penis attached to a strap meant to hold it firmly in my mouth.
“Put it on, Delisha,” Cliff commanded, his voice rough and eager. I hesitated for a moment, feeling a mixture of fear and arousal at the thought of what was about to happen. It was clear that these men wanted complete control over every aspect of my body — even my mouth. With trembling hands, I picked up the ball gag and placed the dildo in my mouth, adjusting the strap around my head until it was secure.
As soon as the dildo penetrated the back of my throat, I was reminded of its purpose — to keep my mouth and throat ready for their cocks. I struggled to suppress a gag reflex I rarely have, but the relentless length of the dildo forced me to adapt quickly. The men watched intently, grinning with perverse satisfaction as I submitted to their latest humiliation.
“Remember when she thought she could set all the rules for this week? Without even asking our opinion,” one of the men snickered, recalling our initial meeting at the Miami airport. “Well, now we make the rules. And we don’t need her opinion.”
Their laughter filled the air as they began discussing how best to use and degrade me. After some debate, they agreed that I would wear the dildo ball gag at all times, all week, unless my mouth was needed to pleasure one of their cocks. Their crude comments only served to intensify my feelings of shame and submission.
“Look at her, sucking on that fake cock like a good little slut,” one man jeered. “I can’t wait to see her choke on the real thing again.”
“Yeah, she’ll be our personal cocksucker all week long,” another added gleefully. “She won’t be able to say a word, just like the dumb blonde she is. Either she sucks our cocks, or she sucks the dildo, 24/7.”
“Alright, now for the final touch,” Harvey said with a twisted grin, pulling handcuffs from my backpack. The cold metal sent shivers down my spine as he approached me. “We can’t have you trying to stop us from enjoying your body now, can we?”
“Her hands should be cuffed all week, too,” Charles chimed in, his lewd gaze never leaving my body. “She won’t be able to resist us that way.”
“Exactly,” Harvey agreed, securing the cuffs around my wrists behind my back. I was now utterly helpless, my hands bound, a dildo gag filling my mouth, a butt plug still up my ass from earlier, and my body on full display to these depraved men.
“Look at her,” Stanley laughed, eyeing my naked form. “A perfect submissive slut, completely at our mercy. Think she understands what she is now?”
“Imagine what we can do with her,” Edgar added, licking his lips. “We could tie those ankle restraints to something overnight, leave her outside like a piece of meat for any of us to use whenever we want.”
“Maybe we should take turns tying her up outside our cabins,” Wilfred suggested, his eyes filled with lustful hunger. “That way, we can all enjoy easy access to her tight, young pussy.”
“Or better yet, we’ll just have her staked out near the beach where she’ll be highly visible and available to anyone who wants a go,” Victor proposed, eliciting approving nods from the other men.
“Sounds perfect,” Albert concurred. “We’ll have ourselves a communal fuck doll for the week.”
I swallowed hard, my throat already aching from the dildo gag lodged within it. My mind raced with fear and anticipation, knowing I was nothing more than an object for their insatiable depraved desires. But in the depths of my darkest fantasies, part of me yearned for this utter loss of control, to be used and degraded in ways no woman should ever endure — except me.
My Mom always said I had a higher tolerance to pain than anybody she ever knew. And it was not just tolerance. I needed it.
“Let’s just make sure she knows her place,” Harvey declared, smirking at me. “You’re nothing but our sex toy, Delisha. And from now on, the only thing your pretty mouth is good for is sucking cock… or dildos.”
“Having her sleep outside is a perfect idea,” Bernard commented, his tongue sliding across his lips. “That way, any one of us can use her whenever we please, day or night.”
“Exactly,” agreed Charles, grinning wickedly. “We should tie her to a tree or something so she’s always available for a good pounding.”
As they discussed these vile plans, I felt a twisted thrill deep within me, my body aching with anticipation at the thought of being used and abused for their male bestial pleasure. Their rules were so much more exciting than mine!
“Let’s make sure she’s tied up tight, though,” Stanley chimed in, his eyes narrowing as they traveled down the length of my bound form. “We wouldn’t want our pretty little whore trying to escape now, would we?”
“Can you imagine how desperate she’ll be after a few nights sleeping on the sand, naked?” Francis mused, his voice dripping with lust.
“Hope it rains,” a voice added in a deeply sadistic tone.
“Damn, it will be so beautiful,” Victor concurred, his hand stroking the bulge in his pants as he stared at me. “There’s nothing like breaking a cute girl’s spirit to get her to submit completely.”
“Alright then,” Harvey declared, a gleam of sadistic delight in his eyes. “It’s settled. Delisha, you’ll be spending your nights outside, tied up like the wild animal you are. And you better believe we’ll be taking full advantage of that.”
As I stood there, my heart racing with a terrifying mix of fear and excitement, I knew I had surrendered myself completely to their cruel whims. I had asked them to let their bestial instincts loose, and they were not disappointing me. I craved this ruthless treatment — to be owned and dominated by these powerful, animalistic men who saw me as nothing more than an object for their most vile and violent pleasure.
And we had only been at the resort for 18 hours! Imagine a full week with these beasts… I was a lucky girl!
A lot more happened on the first Sunday of our week-long scuba diving vacation. Later in the week, I ended up getting the large quantity of sperm I wanted to eat. After all, eating only sperm — a lot of it — was the reason I had organized the trip!
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