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31 Old Men Tortured My Clit to Get The Ultimate Cock Massage From My Butthole at a Tropical Dive Resort
I am a cure for emasculation: I gave a group of old men a chance to vent out their anger against all the clits they had to lick but didn’t want to! [Sex Confessions]
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 found myself on the warm, soft sand of a tropical beach, completely nude, with 31 old men standing around me, dressed, their eyes ravenous as they hungrily devoured my naked body with their lustful gazes. The leash attached to my collar was a symbol of my submission to their desires, a guarantee their male needs would be satisfied on that beach.
Cocks were my gods, and serving them was my purpose.
Earlier in the day, the 14 men who owned me had pounded my ass while making me walk barefoot on gravel, my butthole clenching automatically at each painful step, massaging their cocks in the process and driving them wild. But now, I wanted to prove that I could do even better for them. I lowered my eyes, my voice dripping with desperate need. I lowered my eyes, my voice dripping with desperate need.
“Please,” I whimpered, my naked body shining under the moonlight as I knelt in front of my masters and owners. My hands were clasped together, my eyes pleading with the men surrounding me. “I can do better than before. I want to give you even more pleasure.” As I spoke, I could feel their eyes roaming over my exposed flesh, lingering on my full breasts and the curve of my hips.
“Tell us how,” one man demanded, his voice thick with lust.
“Put your cocks in my ass,” I moaned, “and then snap a hard binder paperclip on my clit. It’ll make my butthole clench even tighter around your cock. Please,” I begged, my face flushed with arousal, “You deserve all the pleasure you can get.”
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The men couldn’t resist their animalistic desires any longer. Surveying the beach, they found a perfect spot where the sand sloped gently down to the water’s edge. Eager hands molded a small mound of sand, shaping it into a makeshift cushion for my ass.
“Put your ass on this pile, babe,” Theo commanded, his voice thick with lust. “It’ll be the perfect height for us to fuck you while we’re on our knees.”
I obeyed without hesitation, positioning my body over the sand mound and lowering myself onto it. My butthole was now raised, perfectly poised and exposed for their eager cocks. My head tipped back, sinking lower into the sand, emphasizing how that part of my nude body didn’t matter to them. I was just a butthole to use and a clit to torture. And I had to make both readily available to them.
Harvey stepped forward, his hard cock already out as he knelt between my spread legs. The sight of his engorged member so close to my vulnerable hole sent shivers of anticipation down my spine.
“It’s my paperclip, so I go first,” he announced.
“Now,” I rasped. “I’m all yours.”
He thrust his hard rod into my ass, and I screamed in ecstasy as a new pain bloomed inside me. They were going to break me, fuck me raw, on this beach, and I would worship them for it.
“Open those pretty pussy lips for me, Delisha,” Harvey growled, his eyes locked onto my sex. “Push the hood aside, and let me see that tiny clit of yours.”
With trembling fingers, I did as he asked, spreading my outer lips wide and revealing my swollen clit. As I held it exposed, Harvey smirked and added, “Now beg for that clamp, baby girl.”
“Please, Daddy,” I whimpered, a mixture of fear and arousal making my voice shake. “Snap that hard binder paper clip on my clit. Your cock is my god. I’m just a blonde cock tease that deserves to be beaten.”
As those crude, degrading words left my lips, the air seemed to hum with tension. The men’s lustful eyes bore into me, their cocks aching to claim and dominate my young, willing body.
“Please, Daddy,” I rasped, my voice hoarse from the continuous begging. “One clit hurting for 31 worshipped hard cocks. It’s worth it!” My body trembled with a familiar mix of excitement and fear coursing through me. Harvey making me wait was more painful than anything else, I thought at the moment.
“Such a filthy little bitch,” Harvey growled approvingly. “Alright, babe. You’ve earned it.”
With a swift, merciless motion, Harvey snapped the hard binder paper clip onto my throbbing clit. The intense, searing pain shot through me like a bolt of lightning, making me scream and arch my back off the sand.
I gotta tell you, clit torture is the best exercise for abs. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
The men around me let out raucous laughter and crude remarks, their cocks twitching at the sight of my suffering.
“God, look at her squirm,” one of the men in the group of 17 cackled, his eyes glued to the spot where the metal teeth of the clip bit into my tender flesh. “She’s a real pain slut, isn’t she?”
“Absolutely beautiful,” another one agreed as he watched my body convulse under the relentless torment. “Can’t wait to fuck that tight ass of hers while she’s in agony.”
My body shook uncontrollably as the sharp pain from the binder clip on my clit kept sending shockwaves through me. Tears streamed down my face, but that only seemed to excite the men around me even more. Their laughter filled the air, a chorus of crude delight at my torment.
“Fuck, just look at her,” Theo barked out between laughs, his eyes raking over my writhing form. “Never thought I’d see the day when a perfect blonde babe would be begging for this kind of punishment.”
“Dumb blonde, what do you expect?” a cruel man observed.
The others chimed in with their own lewd comments, each one more depraved than the last. As their words washed over me, I felt a twisted and intense sense of satisfaction in knowing that I was the reason for 31 old cocks to be harder than they probably had been in a long time.
They didn’t need Viagra with me.
“Her ass is clenching so tight, just like she’s trying to squeeze the life out of my cock,” Harvey grunted, his hips thrusting wildly as he continued to pound into me. “I don’t know what it is about that binder clip, but damn if she isn’t milking me harder than ever before.”
He was right — the pain shooting through my clit with each heartbeat triggered involuntary spasms in my ass, gripping Harvey’s cock relentlessly. And the truth was, I had never experienced anything that intense before. Earlier this year, I thought I had reached the ultimate in clit torturing, but this was bringing it up a notch. Would I ever find my pain limit?
And despite the agony, or perhaps because of it, my need for their brutal domination grew stronger by the second. I knew I would be sharing this sexual experience with you guys, and knowing your cocks would also get hard motivated me even more.
“Please, don’t stop,” I gasped out, surprising even myself with the raw desperation in my voice. “My body is only good at worshipping cocks.”
“Damn, she’s greedy,” Stanley marveled, his hand wrapped tightly around his own erection as he watched the scene unfold. “Maybe next dive trip, we should have a hundred men to bang her.”
“Yes,” I whispered while my hands instinctively hovered around the binder clip, a primal urge building within me to remove the cruel device from my tortured clit. I knew I wouldn’t be able to resist the temptation for long, and in that moment of vulnerability, I desperately cried out, “Please, hold my arms down! I can’t stop myself!”
“Fuck, it’s like she wants us to rape her,” Theo laughed, his eyes fixated on my writhing body as he and Bernard swiftly grabbed my arms, pulling them above my head. Their strong grip held me captive as if it were an extension of the paper clip’s own relentless torment.
The roughness of their touch only fueled the spasms surging through my body. The pain seemed to amplify my submission as if my entire existence was now at the mercy of these men who found perverse pleasure in my suffering. Yet, I was still determined not to use my safe word.
“Look at her tits shaking. It’s like… It follows her crying,” Albert remarked, his lustful gaze devouring the sight of my young tips bouncing on the rhythm of the contortions generated by the combination of Harvey’s relentless pounding, the binder clip’s merciless bite, and the men holding my arms above my head.
“Nothing better than a beautiful blonde bitch being fucked in the ass while she’s held down,” Charles added, his voice thick with desire and amusement. “She’s quite the show.”
My body trembled uncontrollably, every nerve ending on fire as the men continued to watch me with a mix of lust and delight. Their eyes feasted upon my naked form, taking in every shudder and convulsion that rippled through my flesh.
And I loved every second of it.
“Damn, just holding down a tight little blonde like her is hot enough,” Stanley commented. “But seeing her like this… all fucked up and helpless? It’s fucking erotic.”
“Her tears and that goddamn binder clip… it’s like a work of art,” Victor added, his voice dripping with carnal desire. “Just look at those pretty eyes welling up. She’s so fucking broken.”
As their crude words washed over me, I felt an odd mixture of shame and arousal. Something within me craved the debasement, the raw intensity of being used and degraded by these men who saw me as nothing more than a collection of holes to use, share, fill, and torment.
“About time a bitch’s clit got some payback,” Francis sneered, his eyes fixed on the cruel metal clamp between my legs. “Always having to service those needy things, licking and sucking them just to make our women happy. It feels good to see one get what it deserves.”
“Fuck yeah,” agreed Cliff, rubbing his crotch lewdly. “I could watch this all day, all week, just seeing her squirm and cry because of that useless clit. Feels good to be in control for once.”
Their words echoed through my mind, reinforcing my position beneath them. My body, my pain, my humiliation — all of it was for their pleasure, and they reveled in it, which made me proud. I’ve always enjoyed pleasuring old men with my young body, and on that evening, on that tropical beach, 31 old cocks were vibrating because of what I had begged them to do me — to my clit. I was really the one in control!
“Such a perfect little fuck toy,” Albert whispered, and I could hear his breath hitching with excitement. “Can’t wait to have a turn with that tight ass of hers.”
The men’s crude laughter continuously filled the air, mingling with the sounds of my sobs, ragged gasps, screeches, and screams. It was a good thing we were on an isolated, small tropical island and that the resort staff had been notified to ignore anything happening with the naked gal.
“Damn,” Charles muttered, his voice rough with arousal. “I’ve seen clit torture in porn before, but this is some next-level shit.”
“Right?” agreed Stanley, his fingers digging into his bulging erection through his pants. “And it’s even better because she’s such a fucking hottie. Can’t find someone as gorgeous as her in those videos.”
My body suffering in front of them on that beach was more erotic to them than any porn video they had seen. Maybe I should consider a change of career.
“Bet those porn stars can’t handle it as well as our little Delisha here,” Edgar chimed in. “She’s taking it like a champ, even though you can see that it hurts like hell. Damn! This is serious screeching!”
As they continued to discuss my predicament, I could feel my body responding to their rude words, a perverse thrill rushing through my veins as the reality of my submission excited me.
“Damn right,” Albert agreed, the lust in his voice unmistakable. “You know, I would fuck a perfect babe like her anytime, anywhere! Whether my wife finds out or not. But her tears only make her more irresistible. God, I want my cock in her while she screams like that.”
“And imagine… We have that fuck doll all week!”
This idea of torturing my clit to provide a better cock milking experience in my ass was my idea, but this was just the first cock to benefit from it. There were 30 other hard rods eagerly waiting around me on the beach. And they were already talking about doing it regularly all week.
As I kept howling and crying, I wondered if it had been such a good idea. I loved it, but will I still love it 31 times per day, all week?
Meanwhile, Harvey continued to pound into my ass relentlessly, each thrust causing the pain in my clit to intensify. I could barely breathe, overwhelmed by sobs, shrieks, and the raw sensation of being used like a cheap, dirty whore. Every single heartbeat sent surges of pain through me, making my butthole clench around Harvey’s cock. I sure hope his cock, my god, was enjoying it. And he finally reassured me.
“Fuck, baby girl, your ass is so tight,” Harvey groaned, clearly savoring his cock massage.
“Is she worth it?” Theo asked, smirking at Harvey while I remained pinned beneath him.
“Definitely,” Harvey replied, his grip tightening on my hips as he drove himself deeper into my ass.
“Make her suffer more,” another man suggested, his eyes filled with lustful hunger.
“God, yes…” I whispered, tears streaming down my cheeks. “Make my ass worship your cock.”
Finally, Harvey reached his climax, grunting as he filled my butthole with his hot seed. He withdrew, panting, and looked down at me with a mixture of satisfaction and contempt. And he didn’t immediately remove the binder clip. Instead, he reached over my quivering body and kissed me on the mouth.
“You’re such a good sport, girl!” And then, as he cupped both of my young tits with his big hands, he added, “And so gorgeous!”
Eventually, he brought his attention back to my pussy. Grasping the binder clip, he unceremoniously removed it from my throbbing clit.
“Fuck!” I screamed, my body convulsing violently from the rush of blood flowing back into the sensitive flesh.
“Damn, did you see that?” Wilfred exclaimed, his eyes wide with excitement. “When Harvey removed the clip, her whole body shook like she was getting electrocuted. That could be an even better massage.”
“Are you kidding me?” Theo chimed in, licking his lips in anticipation. “I’m gonna try that with my cock up her ass.”
The second man in line didn’t give me a break. Victor positioned himself between my legs. His thick cock pressed against my tight, young asshole, and I braced myself for another round of torment.
“Watch this,” Victor said with a wicked grin as he shoved his cock deep into my ass, making me gasp in a mixture of pain and pleasure. He reached down, clamping the painful clip on my throbbing clit once more. My eyes widened as he snapped it off and then quickly put it back on, causing my entire body to jerk violently. The men around us laughed uproariously, relishing my suffering.
“Fuck, her ass is milking my cock like crazy!” Victor moaned, his thrusts growing more erratic.
He pounded into me mercilessly, his hips slamming against my ass cheeks. I whimpered and squirmed, overwhelmed by the sensations flooding my body — pain and pleasure, humiliation and ecstasy, all twisting together into a maelstrom of perverse delight.
Each thrust of that wrinkled old cock inside me, each bite of the clip on my ruined clit, brought me closer to the blissful oblivion I craved. My mind was blank, wiped clean of any thought beyond worshipping those cocks and the men who wielded them. They could do anything they wanted to me, and I would beg for more. I was put on this earth to pleasure them, to be used and tormented for their enjoyment.
“Keep doing it!” I begged through gritted teeth and screeches, tears streaming down my face. “Make it better for you!”
“Such a dirty little fuck toy,” Charles commented.
Victor finished inside me, leaving my ass filled with his cum. Next, Albert stepped up, smirking as he pushed his cock into my abused hole. Just as Victor had done, he played with the binder clip on and off my clit, sending shockwaves of pain and ecstasy through me. The men continued to laugh at my misery.
“Please,” I sobbed, “don’t stop! It’s what I’m here for.”
Albert grunted in agreement, pounding away at my ass while torturing my swollen clit. By the time he finished, I was a trembling, tear-soaked mess after only three men.
The moment they snapped the tight metal clamp on my clit and the moment they took it off was the most painful. It was pure pain. And they were doing it repeatedly.
“Your turn, Stan,” Albert announced, stepping away from my battered body.
Stanley took his place, driving his cock into my young asshole, and like the others, he toyed with the binder clip. The pain had become almost unbearable, but I couldn’t deny the insane satisfaction at seeing the pleasure they were experiencing from my body’s involuntary reactions.
I knew I wouldn’t have it any other way. Since I started exploring my sexuality as a teenager, I believed my body was designed to pleasure old men. And that is what my body was being used for on that beach. I was where I belonged.
“Did you like it, bitch? On and off is better?” Theo asked, chuckling darkly.
“It hurts so much when you put it on and off,” I cried, knowing it would excite them. “But do you like it? Does it make your cocks hard?”
“Well, fuck ya!” a chorus around me answered.
“It’s all that matters!” I replied, between two screeching sessions. “My body is here for your cocks. Beat my clit! All of you. I want all of you!”
A few men simultaneously expressed surprise.
“All of us?”
“Yes… please… I need to worship more cocks.”
“Greedy little whore, aren’t you?” one man commented, stepping forward to take his turn.
“She’s got the kind of tight young cunt that could make any sugar daddy go broke just to fuck her. And look at her golden hair and those perfect tits,” another chimed in, his eyes devouring my body. “She could have any man she wants, but here she is, begging us old geezers to rape her ass.”
My purpose, my reason for existing, was to bring these men joy through my suffering. The pain was a reward, proof of my devotion, and a path to transcendence.
“Please… don’t stop,” I whispered, my voice hoarse from crying out. “I want all cocks to use me like the cheap whore I am.”
“Never thought I’d get to see such a perfect piece of ass willingly let herself be fucked so brutally,” a man mused, rubbing his fingers against my lips.
“Hey!” shouted one of the men from the group of 17, looking over at the men from the group of 14. “How’s this clit-torture milking compare to that footjob you had her do on the gravel?”
“Man, there’s no comparison,” replied one of my owners, grinning lasciviously. “This is so much tighter, and the way her butthole clenches when you pull that clip off… It’s fucking amazing.”
The sensations emanating through me as each man entered were unbearable yet unbearably pleasurable; my body stretched to impossible limits. Each time, adrenaline pulsed fiercely through me, like lightning along a wire, as each man fastened the paper clip around my bundle of nerves. The hard metal bit into my clitoris, pushing my pleasure to a dangerous level and sending me screeching and crying again. And then they would take it off, and the cycle of pain would continue.
“Her screams are music to my ears,” an old man added, smirking cruelly as he watched my body convulse in pain. “Nothing’s better than hearing a beautiful woman beg for more while we tear her apart.”
I could see the twisted satisfaction in their eyes as they continued to use and abuse me. It was about more than just getting off; it was a power trip, a way for them to exert control over not only my body but also my mind. I knew deep down that their cruelty stemmed from past experiences with women who had made them feel weak or inadequate.
I was giving them a chance to claim their manhood back.
“Never thought I’d get revenge on all those stuck-up bitches who made me go down on them,” one man grumbled, his grip tightening around my wrists as another man raped my ass. “But this… this is better than I ever imagined.”
“Damn right,” another agreed, smirking wickedly as he watched my helpless form squirm on the sand. “No more licking pussy like a good little boy; now we’re in charge and making this hot piece of ass pay for them all.”
“Hold her arms tight,” the man inside of me yelled. “I’m gonna rape that bitch!”
I wasn’t surprised by that statement. As the evening progressed, men were becoming more violent, and some of them clearly had a deep urge to vent anger against blondes, young women, all women — whatever it was, I was there to help them.
I was their therapist.
And despite the growing pain, the humiliation, and the sheer brutality of what was happening to me, something inside me refused to give up. I wanted to prove to them — and to myself — that I could take whatever they dished out, that I could be everything they desired and more.
I wanted to be the cure to emasculation, all while providing them with the best cock massage they ever had.
The pain and pleasure continued to blur together as men took turns savagely beating my ass, the binder clip snapping on and off my clit.
Cocks were my gods, and serving them was my purpose.
My mind grew hazy from the onslaught of sensations, and then… Fade to black! I passed out.
A lot more happened on that week-long scuba diving vacation. Later in the week, I ended up getting the large volume of semen I wanted to drink. After all, eating nothing but sperm — a lot of it — was the reason I had organized the trip!
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