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Cock Milking: They Pounded My Ass With My Bare Feet on Gravel To Get A Cock Massage
Pain under my feet automatically made my butthole clench, providing a cock massage. And the old men couldn’t get enough of it! [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.
Surrounded by 14 old men who owned me, my young female nude body shivered with anticipation and fear. They had just decided to take turns fucking my ass. Their predatory gazes roamed over my exposed flesh, hunger for dominance fueling their actions.
I had a hard time wrapping my mind around the fact it had been less than 24 hours since we landed for a week-long scuba & sex vacation. Already my game plan and rules for the week had been thrown in the garbage along with my clothing — even my clothes for the flight back. They had beaten me into submission and taken ownership of my body as if they were expert psychopaths.
“Delisha,” Victor growled, like a savage beast about to devour his prey. “You know what’s coming next, don’t you? We’re going to fuck that tight little ass of yours at least 14 times until you can’t even remember your own name.”
The other men laughed and jeered, egging him on. I felt their eyes on my bare flesh, scanning every inch of my exposed body. My heart raced with a mix of fear and excitement. These men were barbarians, intent on using me for their pleasure — all week!
“Damn straight,” Wilfred chimes in, licking his lips obscenely. “I can’t wait to pound that sweet ass of yours, make you scream for mercy.”
“Let’s do it here,” a man with a sinister grin suggested, eager to humiliate me right there, right now.
“Alright, Delisha,” Harvey said, snapping me back to the harsh reality of my situation. “Time to bend over and take what’s coming to you.”
Trembling, I complied, positioning myself against a table in the middle of the dive resort restaurant with my naked ass presented for their taking. While one of them pulled the butt plug out, making my butthole feel naked suddenly, the men circled around me like vultures, ready to feast on my vulnerable body.
Conversations have been abridged to make them flow easier for you, and well… Because my memory is not perfect, especially when I am aroused!
As a man’s hands gripped my hip, ready to thrust into me, another stopped him. “Wait,” he said, a twisted grin on his face. “Remember how her ass clenched when she walked barefoot on that gravel? We’ll get a better fuck if she’s in pain.”
The men exchanged lewd comments, vividly describing the eroticism they had found in seeing my ass tighten with each agonizing step on the rocky ground. They reveled in the idea of inflicting pain upon me, their crude words painting a picture of barbaric lust.
“Can you imagine how that tight convulsing hole would feel around your cock as she suffers?” one man said, his eyes hungry with anticipation.
“Damn right,” another cheered, his voice filled with sadistic excitement.
And just like that, a group of old men, still drooling over my naked body, slowly led me around the resort as they searched for the perfect trail. Their eyes scanned the ground, seeking a path covered with the most rocks and gravel that would cause my delicate feet the greatest pain. I could tell they were enjoying themselves, their lustful gazes roaming over my curves and settling on my ass, anticipating the rough treatment it would soon receive.
“Look at this one,” Edgar pointed to a particularly rocky stretch, grinning wickedly. “Her feet will be in agony on those sharp stones.”
“Perfect!” Theo exclaimed, clapping his hands together. “Now, let’s see how good she is at milking cocks with her ass.”
Before they took what they wanted, which was to feast on my tight young butt, they first desired more entertainment. I was told to make a practice walk along the path, and as an obedient sexual object, I did. It made for quite the sight: a young, sexy, nude blonde girl walking barefoot down the gravel path with thirteen old men dressed and wearing sandals flanking either side of her on the grass. Each step felt like a thousand needles stabbing into the soles of my feet. I winced and whimpered, but the men only laughed and taunted me further, my suffering fueling their arousal.
“Aw, does it hurt, sweetheart?” one of them sneered. “Just wait until we’re pounding your tight little ass at the same time.”
“Such a pretty sight,” another chimed in, “Look at it, guys! Watch her ass tense up from the pain. Can’t wait to feel that gripping my cock.”
“Imagine her squirming beneath us, begging for mercy,” a third man said, licking his lips. “That’s when we’ll really show her who owns her.”
As they continued to laugh and jeer, Wilfred stepped forward with an idea. “You know what would make this even more fun? If our little toy here didn’t have a ball gag. Then she could beg us to do all kinds of painful things to her while we fuck her hard.”
The other men nodded, exchanging excited glances. “Yeah,” Fred agreed, reaching forward to unhook the ball gag from my mouth. “Let’s hear her pretty voice begging for more.”
With the ball gag removed, I could feel their eyes on me, waiting for me to say something. Some of them were clearly expecting me to use my safe word, but there was no way I would miss on the intensity of the experience.
It was as if they were feeding off my pain and humiliation, and it made me feel great. Meanwhile, the gravel beneath my feet dug into my tender soles, making me wince. I knew they wanted to hear me beg, to see me broken, and somehow, that realization only served to stoke the fire within me.
I also knew I would share this sexual experience with you guys, and knowing your cocks would get hard motivated me even more.
“Please,” I gasped, tears already forming in my eyes as I looked up at them. “It hurts so much, but I want your cocks to feel good, so please… fuck my ass while I’m standing on these rocks. Make me suffer for the greater good. For mankind.”
Their leers grew wider, their eyes darkening with lust. They exchanged glances, discussing how they would take turns using me like some kind of living sex toy.
“Alright, bitch,” Cliff declared, unbuckling his pants. “Since you’re asking so nicely, I’ll be the first one to pound that tight little hole of yours.”
He dropped his pants, revealing his throbbing erection, and the others cheered him on. My heart raced, both from fear and the anticipation of the pain that awaited me. I couldn’t believe I was begging out loud for this, and yet, internally, I was indeed begging for it.
I bet forward at the waist while he stood behind me and thrust forward, forcing his thick cock inside my butthole. I cried out in pain — but also in pleasure. I was giving them the show they craved, even as it hurt like hell. The men encouraged Cliff, urging him to be rougher with me, and he obliged, pounding into my ass relentlessly.
“Does that hurt, you little slut?” Edgar taunted from the grassy sidelines.
“More… please give me more,” I sobbed, though each word felt like a knife to my soul. They enjoyed my pain, and I craved their satisfaction — no matter the cost. “Is it good for your cock?”
“Damn, fuck! It’s amazing,” Cliff groaned.
As I stumbled forward on the gravel trail, Cliff’s iron grip held me firmly by my hips, his hard cock buried deep in my tight ass. Each brutal thrust of his cock beating my ass forced me to take another step, my tender feet screaming in agony with every sharp stone that dug into my soles. The pain caused my butthole to tighten, intensifying the massage Cliff’s cock received as he continued to violate me relentlessly.
“Fuck, Delisha, your tight little ass is milking me so good!” he groaned again, his hands tightening around my waist.
My body ached, and tears streamed down my cheeks, but I couldn’t deny the perverse satisfaction that bloomed inside me. I wanted to be used, to be their cock-pleasuring device, their fuck doll, to satisfy their raw desires.
Their old men penises deserved to be worshipped, and I was a devotee. If my pain brought them more delight, then I would gladly suffer for them.
“Harder, please,” I whimpered, my voice cracking. “Your cock deserves it.”
Cliff obliged, slamming his cock into my abused hole with even more force, making me stagger forward. I felt like a ragdoll being tossed around by these ravenous beasts, and the thought of it only fueled my desire to please them more.
“Look at her go, boys!” Theo shouted from behind us, his eyes glued to my trembling form. “She’s really begging for it now!”
“And look at those tits wobbling along! Damn, it’s fuckin’ erotic!”
The other men hooted their approval, their lustful gazes fixated on my naked body. I could feel the weight of their stares, their hunger for my submission, and it only made me ache for more.
“More… please, more,” I gasped, the words spilling out of my mouth like a mantra, my body betraying my mind.
The force of Cliff’s thrusts was relentless, and I could feel the strain in my abs as I struggled to keep my body at a 90-degree angle. My hands were handcuffed behind my back, rendering me completely helpless. The pain in my feet from the gravel underfoot was unbearable, but it fueled my desire for more.
“Pull my hair… please,” I begged, my voice breaking with desperation.
Cliff smirked, his grip shifting from my waist to my long blonde hair. He yanked it hard, sending a searing pain through my scalp that momentarily distracted me from the agony in my feet and ass. It also provided a brief respite for my overworked abs, a small mercy amidst the torment.
“Like that, you little whore?” he growled, maintaining his hold on my hair as he continued to pound into me.
“Y-yes,” I stammered, the pain at the top, bottom, and middle of my body overwhelming yet somehow intoxicating. “Thank you.”
With each powerful thrust, Cliff continued to force me to step forward, grinding my tender soles into the sharp rocks below. The sensation was excruciating, and I couldn’t help but cry out. Yet, as the pain intensified, so too did the tightness of my buttocks and the contraction of my butthole around his invading cock.
“Fuck, your ass feels incredible when you’re hurting like this,” Cliff grunted, his face contorted with pleasure.
The other men watched on, their expressions a mixture of lust and sadistic delight. They reveled in my suffering, their eyes feasting upon the vulnerable spectacle I presented.
“Fuck me!” a voice yelled. “Why am I so aroused by this chick crying her heart out? So beautiful!”
“Keep going, Cliff!” Fred shouted. “Make her feel every inch of that gravel!”
“More,” I whispered, my voice barely audible amidst the cacophony of cheers and jeers. “Make me hurt more. Make me milk your cock better.”
The second man, Wilfred, took his place behind me, his lecherous grin sending shivers down my spine. He grabbed a fistful of my long blonde hair and yanked my head back, forcing me to arch my back, delighting the men who had a thing for my young boobs.
“Ready for another round, sweetheart?” he taunted, his voice dripping with malice.
“Please,” I whimpered, the pain in my feet throbbing in time with my racing heart. “Do it.”
Wilfred didn’t need any more encouragement. He slammed into my ass without warning, causing me to gasp at the sudden intrusion. With each vicious thrust, he tugged on my hair, wrenching my head back further, forcing me to take agonizing steps on the rocky terrain and making my naked tits wobble to the amusement of the spectators.
“Fuck, that’s tight,” Wilfred grunted, clearly enjoying the way my butthole clenched around him.
“Make her scream, Will!” Charles shouted, egging him on as the other men cheered raucously.
My body was wracked with sobs as I struggled to keep my balance on the gravel. The pain was unbearable, and there were 12 more men after him, yet I couldn’t deny the perverse thrill that coursed through me as I realized just how much these men were enjoying my torment and, especially, how good it was for my god — the cocks of these men.
“More,” I choked out, tears streaming down my face. “Hurt me more. Get what you need for your godly cock.”
“Music to my ears,” Wilfred growled, increasing the force of his thrusts and pulling even harder on my hair.
By the time the third man, David, took his turn, we had reached the end of the gravel path. My legs trembled beneath me, my feet aching from the abuse they’d endured.
“Please,” I sobbed, the humiliation burning hot in my chest. “Please, make me walk back over the gravel… I want to keep going… for all of you. All.”
“Such a good little slut,” David praised before roughly shoving me forward.
“Thank you,” I whimpered, tears streaming down my cheeks as we retraced our steps. The sensation of being fucked while walking on the jagged rocks beneath my feet was a mixture of pain and perverse pleasure. It was intense and memorable. But knowing that the other men enjoyed the erotic spectacle was nothing but pure joy. I had waited so long for a group of old men to enjoy and abuse my body without me having to coach them non-stop. I was finally living it.
“Your tears are such a fucking turn-on, babe,” one of the men leered, his eyes locked onto my face as he relished in my anguish.
For some reason, my young tits and my tears were the biggest hit with these men since we landed on this paradisiac island. Well, and torturing my clit. Top 3!
My body shook with each vicious thrust from Stanley, the fourth man, to take his turn. My ass ached and burned, but I could feel my butthole growing tighter around him with every step, giving him the pleasure he craved — the delight my god deserved.
“Look at her tits bounce!” Edgar exclaimed, eyeing me hungrily as my young breasts danced with every violent movement.
“Such a perfect little fucktoy,” Charles added, smirking in delight. “It’s beautiful to see her suffer like this. The most erotic thing I’ve ever seen!”
“Make her wobble those tits more, Stan!” Theo urged, laughing as Stanley yanked on my hair even harder, forcing me to arch my back, thrust my chest forward, and put my young tits on display.
I whimpered, but the lewd comments only fueled my twisted desire for pain and humiliation. These old men were treating me like a disposable object, and I couldn’t help but crave more.
“Fuck, you guys are right,” Stanley grunted, his grip on my hair tightening. “Watching her body squirm in pain is so fucking hot.”
“Keep going,” Victor yelled, licking his lips with anticipation. “This little cock tease deserves everything she’s getting.”
As Stanley finally finished inside me, I barely had a moment to catch my breath before Bernard took his place behind me.
“Ready for another round, whore?” Bernard sneered, gripping my hips tightly as he forced his cock into my abused ass. I bit my lip and steeled myself for what was to come.
“Look at this slut,” one of the men watching called out. “With that perfect body, she could have any rich sugar daddy she wanted. Never work a day in her life. Never suffer. But here she is, letting us old fucks use her like a cheap whore. What a fucking babe. I think I’m in love!”
“Damn right,” another chimed in, eyeing my body hungrily. “It’s impressive how much she craves this shit.”
“Look at her boobs jiggling!” David exclaimed, clearly enjoying the perverse spectacle. “Never seen more beautiful young girl’s tits.”
“Her face when she’s in pain…” Charles mused, grinning wickedly. “It’s just so fucking erotic.”
“Beautiful, isn’t it?” Edgar agreed, his eyes never leaving my tear-streaked face. “And knowing she wants it makes it even better.”
“More,” I choked out, my voice barely audible above the sounds of my own tortured sobbing. “Please, hurt me more. Get a good cock massage, please.”
“Hey, guys,” Bernard said thoughtfully, stroking his chin. “Imagine how much tighter her ass would squeeze our cocks if we clamped that juicy clit of hers with Harvey’s metal binder clip.”
“Fuck, that’s a brilliant idea!” Stanley chimed in, his eyes gleaming with wicked excitement. “Remember how her body was shaking in pain with the clamp on her tiny clit? That would… Damn! That tight little hole would be an even better cock-milking tunnel.”
“Her screams alone would make it worth it,” Theo added, grinning sadistically.
“Doesn’t she look so fucking hot like this?” Cliff asked as he watched Bernard’s powerful thrusts. “Her perfect ass bouncing, her feet aching with each step on the gravel… I bet she’s never been this desperate and broken before.”
“Nothing quite like taking a beautiful, proud, perfect young thing like her and making her want to suffer for our pleasure,” another man agreed, his eyes glued to my trembling body.
“Look at her face, guys,” Edgar said, smirking. “She knows what we just said about her clit, and she’s terrified… but maybe also a little excited, isn’t she?”
As another man positioned himself behind me and began to ram into my ass mercilessly, pushing my feet further down the gravel path, tears streamed down my face from the unbearable pain in my anus, my battered feet, and my scalp.
Despite this torment, my mind kept traveling back to the potential agony of having my clit clamped with a binder clip while being savagely pounded like this. The thought filled me with dread yet, at the same time, an odd sense of excitement. I kept wondering how fuckin’ intense it would be and how much better it would be for my god — these men’s old cocks.
And then, inside me, I became sad. My owners had moved on from that suggestion as if it would be too sadistic even for them.
“Please,” I whimpered between ragged breaths, “next time… use the binder clip on my clit.” My voice was barely audible, but the men around me seemed to perk up, their eyes widening in intrigued delight.
“Did she just…” Charles started, his voice trailing off as he glanced at the others for confirmation.
“Did she really just ask for that?” Wilfred chimed in, grinning wickedly.
“Fuck, she’s even more twisted than we thought!” Theo exclaimed, rubbing his hands together in anticipation.
“Are you sure about that, Delisha?” Harvey asked, raising one eyebrow and studying my tear-streaked face. “You want us to clamp that tender little clit of yours, all while we continue to pound your ass?”
I nodded frantically, desperation seeping into my voice. “Do you… Does it make your cocks hard to think about it?”
“Well, fuck ya! But…”
“Then, yes!” I insisted, “Please do it. Hurt me more. Your cocks deserve a better massage.”
Meanwhile, Edgar had taken over, gripping my hips tightly as he thrust into my abused asshole. My feet howled in agony as they scraped against the gravel with each violent movement, but I couldn’t deny the dark thrill coursing through me at the prospect of the additional torture I had requested.
“Damn, Delisha, I never would’ve pegged you as such a pain slut when we met you at Miami airport yesterday,” Cliff remarked, clearly amused by my perverse request. “But hey, if you’re game...”
“Let me get this straight,” Theo interjected, a sinister smile playing on his lips. “You want us to clamp your clit with a brutal binder clip while we fuck your ass, and you’re going to beg for it?”
“Y-yes,” I stammered. “I’ll beg you. For you. And your cocks.” The words felt like a surrender but also a declaration of my own twisted desires.
“Wait… you really want us to use a binder clip… on your clit… next time?” another man asked me, still highly incredulously.
“Fuck, yeah,” I moaned, letting my depravity take full control. “Torture my fucking clit. Don’t you guys hate clits?”
The men around us exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of shock and arousal. They had never met someone like me, willing to do anything to worship their almighty cocks.
“Jesus Christ,” muttered Theo, his eyes wide as he watched my ass being mercilessly pounded. “She’s really begging for this.”
“Can’t say I’ve ever seen anything like it,” Francis chimed in, clearly excited by the prospect of seeing me in even more pain. “But, fuck… My cock is hard for sure!”
I braced myself against the rough gravel as another man drove his hard rod into my ass, relishing in the dual sensations of pain and pleasure coursing through me. As he grunted and thrust, my craving for extreme sexual pain grew stronger with each hurtful step forward.
“Please, promise to use the binder clip on my clit next time,” I whimper, barely able to form coherent words as he pounded into me relentlessly. The men watching us exchanged incredulous glances before their eyes narrowed with predatory hunger.
“Fuck, Delisha, you’re such a depraved little whore,” Fred chimes in, his hand idly stroking his thickening cock as he watches the violent coupling happening on the gravel trail. “What kind of sick bitch begs for her clit to be tortured like that?”
“It’s for you,” I whispered in pain, “don’t you hate cock teasing blondes?”
“God damn,” Victor mutters, shaking his head in disbelief. “Don’t worry, then, we’ll make sure you get exactly what you’re asking for… or more!”
“Keep begging, slut,” one of them growled, stroking his cock as he eyed my abused body hungrily. “It’s so fuckin’ hot!”
“Please,” I whimpered, my voice cracking with need, “please use the binder clip on my clit next time you fuck my ass. I want to give your cocks the best milking possible.”
“Damn! Can’t wait to see her squirm again when we clamp that pretty little clit of hers,” one man chimed in, smirking at the thought of my impending suffering. “It was so beautiful to see this morning!”
With the 11th man’s hands gripping my hips, he rammed his cock deeper into my ass with each thrust. My feet screamed in agony as they were forced down onto the gravel trail again and again. The men watching comfortably from the grassy sides couldn’t believe how far I was willing to go to pleasure them, not realizing that what they had between their legs was a god to me.
“Keep begging for it, Delisha,” one of them taunted, a cruel grin on his face. “Tell us how badly you want us to torture that sweet clit of yours.”
“Please,” I moaned, tears streaming down my cheeks as the violent pounding continued. “I’ll do anything to make your cocks feel good. Just… use the binder clip on my clit next time… It’ll make me so tight around your cocks…”
“Fuck! She’s gonna make me cum again just talking like that!” one man moaned.
“Damn, she really wants it, doesn’t she?” another man remarked, licking his lips in anticipation. “Can’t say it wasn’t an erotic scene to see this morning. Now imagine our cuck up her ass at the same time. Fuck! I love that bitch!”
“Any other ideas, Delisha? How can we make your pain even worse while fucking your ass?” a third man asked, his eyes filled with lust and excitement at the prospect of causing me even more suffering.
“Maybe… Maybe you could slap my clit with a ruler or whip it with a belt while you’re inside me,” I stammered, desperate to please them all. “Anything to make your cocks throb with pleasure while using my body.”
“Fuck, this babe is something else,” someone muttered in awe.
As the 11th man reached his climax and pulled out of my abused ass, the others continued to discuss their wicked plans for my clit. Their crude words echoed in my ears, serving only to fuel my depraved cravings.
The twelfth man positioned himself behind me, his hard cock pressing against my already aching ass. I braced myself for the onslaught, feeling the sharp gravel dig into my feet with each forceful thrust. The sensation of my butthole constricting around his thick, pulsating member sent shivers down my spine.
“Fuck, your tight little ass is milking my cock like…” the man grunted, incapable of finishing his sentence as he continued to pound me mercilessly.
“Wait! Delisha, when do you want us to do all of this?” one man asked, his eyes burning into mine as he awaited my response.
“Tonight… please, pleasure your cocks tonight, then there’s still a whole week for more cock massages,” I begged, my voice cracking from the overwhelming desire for more torment.
Eventually, the 14th man was done beating my ass, and I was on the verge of collapse, my body battered and abused by the group of men who had taken turns pounding my ass on the rough gravel trail. The sensation had been excruciating, but the desire for more pain only grew within me.
“Delisha,” one of them said, a cruel grin spreading across his face, “if you really want us to hurt you tonight, show us how much you crave it. Keep walking up and down this gravel trail naked, so we can see your perfect body suffer.”
“Please,” I begged, desperate to satisfy their sadistic desires, “make me walk on the gravel. Make me understand that you own my feet, my ass, and my clit.”
“Alright, you little pain slut, get to walking,” another man ordered.
As I resumed walking along the gravel path, straight this time, each step sent sharp jolts of pain through my feet, causing my buttocks to clench and tighten with every agonizing stride while I found myself missing a cock to milk. The men watched in perverse delight, their eyes devouring my naked form as I struggled to maintain my composure.
“Look at her,” one of them marveled, “a young blonde with a perfect body, willingly subjecting herself to such torment just so we can enjoy the sight. What a twisted little fuck toy she is.”
“Her ass looks even better now,” another added, smirking as he recalled the feeling of his cock being massaged by my tight, spasming butthole. “I can’t wait to plunge back into that sweet, tortured hole later tonight.”
“Please,” I whimpered, forcing myself to continue walking despite the agony, “let me keep walking on the gravel for you. I need to prove how much I am yours.”
“Keep going, then,” one of the men commanded, aroused by my desperate pleas.
As I persevered, the pain in my feet becoming even more unbearable, the men continued to taunt and degrade me. Their crude comments only fueled my growing masochistic desires, pushing me to endure even more torment for their pleasure.
“Look at those ass cheeks clenching with every step,” one of them mused, an evil smile playing on his lips. “I’ll never forget the feeling of her tight butthole squeezing my cock like a vise.”
“Neither will I,” another agreed as he watched me stumble along the gravel path. “Damn, I can still feel it on my cock just looking at her clenching buttocks!”
Finally, after what felt like hours of torturous walking, they allowed me to stop. Gasping for breath, I collapsed on the grass on all fours with nausea. My feet throbbing with pain, and my body still quivering from the relentless abuse, I reached down and grazed my fingertips over my swollen clit. The touch sent a jolt of pleasure mixed with trepidation through me as I anticipated what they would do to me later that night.
“Can’t wait for tonight, can you?” one of them sneered, watching me intently.
“Please,” I whispered, shuddering at the thought of their sadistic plans. “Your old cocks deserve it. My clit is yours.”
“Your parents must be so proud,” another man chimed in, chuckling darkly. “Their precious little girl, such a pain slut.”
“Actually,” I confessed, feeling a strange sense of pride, “my Mom and Dad know all about it. I will tell them about this trip. They always said I had an unusually high tolerance for sexual pain. But I think it’s more than just tolerance… it’s a craving.”
“Is that so?” one of the men mused, intrigued by my admission. “Then I guess we’re going to have to give you exactly what you crave, aren’t we? More pain to share with Mommy and Daddy?”
The crude comments continued, each one stirring a potent cocktail of fear and desire within me. I knew that the worst was yet to come — and I couldn’t wait.
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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