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It’s a Go! One-Week Vacation as a Cock-Pleasuring Doll Shared by 14 Old Men
My mid-20 blonde body is on a sperm-only diet for a scuba diving trip. I will be their sex toy & fuck doll, an object to be used, abused & fed. [Sex Confession]
Delisha Kease is the author of Sex Confessions of a Young Blonde Scuba Diving Instructor: A Dive Trip When I Didn’t Dive Because 14 Old Men Forced Me To Be The Submissive Sex Pet & Dive Gear Slave of The Whole Dive Resort (DAY ONE).
Finally! Today, Saturday is the start of a week-long sex & scuba vacation with 14 old men. I will be on a sperm-only diet, dependent on the men to feed me with their semen delivery hoses. And my young mid-20 blonde female body will be nothing more than a sex object, a plaything for them to satisfy their most primal, bestial male sexual urges that marriage sex cannot provide to them.
Conversations have been abridged to make it flow easier for you.
This morning, I stood in the beach condo where I live, admiring the ocean view that stretched out beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows. The place isn’t mine, and I am grateful to the old man who let me use it for free just because he loves fucking me when he visits. I felt a thrill at the thought of that old man, a friend of my Daddy, who masturbated to images of me since my teenage years.
As I prepared for the dive trip with 14 other older men, my mind raced with anticipation. These cock-carrying beasts will be using me to satisfy their darkest sexual desires, and I couldn't wait. In my head, I could see their eager faces as they looked upon my naked body, ready to take what they wanted from me. The thought sent shivers down my spine, and I felt my pussy tingle with excitement.
"God, I can't wait to be their fuck toy," I whispered to myself, biting my lip as I imagined the rough hands of those men gripping my body, sliding over my exposed flesh and exploring every inch of me as if I were a mere object for them to play with.
I moved around the condo, gathering my things for the trip. My heart pounded in my chest, my breathing quickened, and I could feel my nipples harden beneath my skimpy tank top.
"Fourteen men, all wanting to use me... I must be the luckiest girl in the world," I thought, smiling wickedly to myself as I imagined each one of them taking turns with me, pounding into my wet, willing cunt, their grunts and moans filling the air as they reached their climax.
"Maybe they'll even fight over me," I mused, delighting in the thought of being the center of a primal struggle between these men, each one desperate to claim me for their own.
I just hoped these men wouldn’t be shy about using me. Many men are.
As I continued to prepare for the trip, the thought of being used and shared by old men continued to consume me. I had a hard time keeping my focus on preparing to meet them at the Miami airport to begin our week of debauchery together.
"Let's make sure they know what they're getting," I said to myself as I picked up a bottle of nail polish. I carefully painted the letters SPERMIVORE on my toenails, making sure each letter faced away from me so that anyone looking at them would be able to read it perfectly.
"Perfect," I thought, admiring my handiwork. "Now everyone will know that I'm a special kind of creature eating nothing but men’s semen."
My mind raced with thoughts of being on my knees, lips wrapped around thick, throbbing cocks, sucking hungrily, and greedily swallowing every drop of cum that was offered to me.
"God, just thinking about spending an entire week as a submissive cum slut is making me wet," I admitted to myself, feeling a shiver of anticipation run down my spine.
After painting my toenails, I rummaged through my recent purchases to find the perfect footwear for this trip: high-platform sandals I had ordered specifically for this sexual dive adventure. They were far from comfortable, but I knew they'd make my ass wiggle just right, driving those men wild.
"Who needs comfort when you're a walking sex object?" I mused while slipping them on my feet, admiring the colorful anklets that adorned the top of the sandals. I felt a sense of pride in knowing that my purpose was to please and arouse old men.
For years now, old men’s cocks have become my gods, and my purpose in life was to worship them.
My gaze shifted to the mirror as I assessed my outfit, wondering if it would be enough to satiate the desires of the 14 men I'd be joining at the airport. First, I looked at the drawstring shorts hugging my hips, the thin material barely covering my pussy. The narrow waistband exposed the curve of my lower abdomen almost like an arrow pointing to the pussy that would be theirs all week. One side of the shorts opened widely, revealing I wore no panties, just as I never did.
I ran my fingers along the strings holding the shorts together, contemplating how much I could tease them by wearing such provocative attire. The thought of being their object of desire fueled my excitement.
"Fourteen hungry pairs of eyes devouring every inch of me," I whispered, feeling my arousal grow at the prospect of parading myself in front of them like a walking feast.
As I stood there in my platform sandals and barely-there shorts, I could almost hear their approving whispers and feel their lustful gazes. I couldn't wait to give myself over to their desires completely, to be their willing, submissive plaything.
As I continued to admire myself in the mirror, my gaze shifted to the lace-up tank top I wore. The tiny garment barely covered the bottom part of my boobs, leaving my flat belly fully exposed. The openings around the arms were wide, and the entire front was a drawstring that matched the one on my shorts, creating a sinfully tantalizing ensemble.
"Perfect," I thought, feeling more like a sex object than ever before. "This should make old cocks vibrate with desire."
The pieces of fabric over my tits ended just past my nipples, held together by a drawstring. I imagined the men's eyes feasting on the sight before them, my body an irresistible invitation for their bestial urges.
"Will they be pleased with their living, breathing fuck doll?"
I reveled in the thought of being the center of their attention, their lusty gazes and rough touches driving me wild with desire. Every fiber of my being wanted to honor these old men, to fulfill my role as the ultimate cock-pleasuring device— a thing they casually use to masturbate.
"Time to pack," I thought, my gaze lingering on the backpack lying empty on the floor. It was astonishing how little I needed for this trip, considering my main purpose was to be a sex object on a hot tropical island. Grinning, I began filling the bag with the few items that would help me fulfill their desires.
First, I packed the clothes I purchased after getting feedback from pervs supporting me on my sexual exploration journey.
Then I filled the backpack with whatever bondage gear would fit in, including handcuffs, nipple clamps, ankle restraints, a chocker, a leash, a butt plug, and the 5-inch dildo ball gag I discovered during clit torturing sessions. I wanted to give the men free rein over my body, letting them bind me and use me however they pleased. The possibilities were endless, and I couldn't wait to find out how much they would dare to do with the young naked chick in their claws.
Finally, I added a bottle of lube, knowing that my butthole would be a prized item on their menu. The thought of a series of thick, Viagra-hardened cocks stretching my tight hole sent shivers down my spine, and I clenched my teeth in anticipation, especially since I knew a few of these men had never fucked a woman up the ass although they fantasized about it for most of their life.
"Will they be rough enough?" I pondered, biting my lip. Often, men talk a good game, but they need encouragement or reassurance to really let loose and go wild on me. My mind drifted as I envisioned a series of violent sexual acts they could perform if they truly decided to use me as a fuck doll.
They could grab me with rough hands and pin me down as they took turns thrusting their hard cocks into every hole of mine. I could almost already feel their thick rods stretching me, making me scream in pleasure and pain. My wrists could be bound above my head, so I couldn't escape, my body owned by a pack of wolves ravaging my young, naked, and vulnerable body without mercy.
They could line up one after the other until they've filled every inch of me with cum, leaving me a writhing mess of blissful agony — used and discarded like a ragdoll. All throughout this agonizingly sweet torture, I'd be enticed by their raw animalistic power. Call me whatever you want, I crave being a willing sex object — a plaything old men use and abuse as they desire. My arousal intensifies with each depraved fantasy, my wetness dripping between my legs in anticipation of what's to come.
"Enough daydreaming," I told myself, shaking off my lustful thoughts. "Time to head to the airport."
I decided to leave my SUV at the condo and called for an Uber ride, my pulse racing with anticipation as I waited for its arrival.
"Fourteen old men," I murmured one last time before getting into the car. "I can't wait to be at their mercy for a full week."
My heart fluttered with excitement as I settled into the backseat of the Uber, my backpack resting on my lap. My eyes roamed over the driver’s reflection in the rearview mirror. He was an older man, exactly the type carrying my god between his legs. I couldn’t help but smile, taking it as a good omen for the filthy, sex-filled week ahead of me.
“Nice day, isn’t it?” I said casually, breaking the silence that had filled the car since my entrance.
“Indeed,” he replied, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror for a brief moment before focusing back on the road. “Where are you headed?”
“An island for a week-long scuba diving trip,” I replied, smirking. “But it’s not just any trip… It’ll be with 14 older gentlemen as their personal fuck doll.”
His eyes widened, clearly taken aback by my brazen admission. I could sense his curiosity piqued as he struggled to maintain focus on the road.
“Yep,” I continued, speaking slowly and deliberately. “I’ll be their plaything for the whole week, letting them use my body however they desire. They can take turns fucking me, or even all at once if they want. My young little cunt, my hungry mouth, and my tight ass will be theirs to abuse as they please.”
A silence settled over the car as the driver tried to process what I had just revealed. I could tell he was shocked, but then again, that was exactly my intention. I was already having fun and hadn’t even reached the airport to start the vacation!
“Every day and night, they can make me swallow their massive cocks, fuck me so hard I can barely walk, and cover me in their hot, sticky cum,” I said, relishing every crude word that spilled from my lips. “And the best part? I’ll only eat sperm for the entire week — no food, just their delicious loads filling my belly.”
“Are… are you serious? An escort?” the driver stammered, stealing a glance at me as if trying to determine if I was joking.
“No! Not getting paid a penny,” I clarified, a wicked smile spreading across my face. “I can’t think of anything more satisfying than being a willing cum dumpster for old men. Worshipping old cocks and swallowing their seed is like a religion to me.”
The tension in the car was palpable as the driver grappled with my explicit confession. His knuckles whitened on the steering wheel, and I couldn’t help but notice the growing bulge in his pants. The thought of how I’d just affected him sent a shiver down my spine as my own arousal intensified.
“Wow,” he muttered, still seemingly at a loss for words. “That’s… that’s quite the trip.”
I raised an eyebrow, sensing his disbelief. “You think I’m joking?” I asked, my voice low and sultry. “Trust me, there’s nothing I enjoy more than to be used by depraved old men in any way they see fit.”
“Really?” he asked, one hand gripping the steering wheel tight as if trying to regain control of the situation.
I nodded eagerly, relishing in his discomfort. “I don’t like a gentle touch,” I purred, “I want them to tie me up and take turns using my body like a piece of meat. Force me to be their little slut; use my body like it’s theirs for the taking. Force their cocks down my throat until I’m begging for air and leave my ass blazing hot from spanking. Pound into me relentlessly until I can’t walk straight for days. And when they’re finally done, I’ll eagerly swallow every last drop of their cum, not wasting a single bit. A girl needs protein, after all.”
“Wow, you really are something else,” he said, his voice thick with desire. I noticed the bulge in his pants growing larger, straining against the fabric. The sight filled me with a sense of power and excitement.
“Thank you,” I replied coyly, reveling in his obvious arousal. “You know, I sometimes wonder if there’s a single man out there who could resist fucking me if I offered myself to him. But so far, I haven’t found one yet.”
“Here’s our exit,” the driver eventually said, driving off the highway at the airport entrance, his bulge still prominent, a testament to the power of my words and the raw, unbridled sexuality I exuded.
“You don’t believe me, do you? God, I wish I could just strip down for you right now,” I sighed, my voice dripping with desire. “Just to show you how much of a sex object I could be for you also.” I bit my lip seductively, looking him up and down as he tried to keep his eyes on the road.
He glanced over at me, clearly struggling to maintain his composure. “You’re really something else, aren’t you?”
“Unfortunately, it’s not that easy,” I confessed, twirling a strand of my blonde hair around my finger, remembering the first time I got naked in a Uber. “These shorts and tank top have drawstrings that take forever to adjust in front of a mirror. Otherwise, I’d be more than happy to get naked for you.”
His knuckles tightened on the steering wheel, betraying his lustful thoughts. “So if I asked you to strip, you’re saying you would?”
“Absolutely,” I purred, devouring him with my eyes. “But as I said, these damn drawstrings make it impossible to do so quickly.”
I could see his mind racing, picturing all the dirty things he could do to me if given the chance. His fingers drummed on the wheel, contemplating the possibilities.
“Maybe next time I’ll wear something a little more… accessible,” I suggested wickedly, imagining myself in a short skimpy sundress with nothing underneath and deep cleavage.
“Next time, huh?” he managed to choke out, his voice thick with desire.
“Definitely,” I confirmed, feeling a shiver of excitement run down my spine.
“Alright,” the Uber driver finally said, a challenging glint in his eyes. “If you’re not just bullshitting me, then how about this? On your return trip, wear something more practical, call me for a ride back, and then undress in my car.”
I couldn’t help but grin at his boldness, feeling a spark of excitement ignite within me. So he thought I was bluffing, did he?
“Deal,” I agreed, completely confident in my ability to follow through on my promise. “You’ll be surprised when I call, I assure you.”
He raised an eyebrow, skepticism still evident on his face. “We’ll see,” he replied, seeming unconvinced.
“Here,” I said, pulling out my phone and handing it to him once we stopped at the terminal. “Put in your personal number, and I’ll make sure to call you directly for my ride back.”
He hesitated for a moment before taking my phone, inputting his number, and returning it to me. I could sense his anticipation mixed with doubt as he tried to gauge whether or not I was serious about our little arrangement.
My mind raced with thoughts of how I would fulfill my end of the bargain. I imagined myself in a flimsy sundress, my bare breasts and waxed pussy hidden beneath the thin material. The idea of stripping down in front of a stranger, exposing every inch of my body to his hungry gaze, had me practically throbbing with desire. I knew this man would be no different from the others I’d encountered — once he saw what I had to offer, he’d be unable to resist using me for his own pleasure, and I could add his cock to the list of gods I’d worshipped.
“Remember,” I warned him playfully, “don’t be too shocked when you get that call.”
“Guess I’ll have to see it to believe it,” he shot back, smirking.
With that, I turned and sauntered into the airport, leaving him sitting in his car with wide eyes, stunned. I knew our next encounter would be a lot of fun.
I strutted through the Miami airport, my provocative outfit drawing gazes from men and women alike. My nipples were clearly visible through the tight top, and my ass cheeks peeked out from beneath the ridiculously short shorts. I relished in the attention, knowing that each pair of eyes on me fed my insatiable hunger for sex and desire.
As I approached our departure gate, anticipation bubbled inside me. This scuba & sex trip would be a week-long feast for my lustful appetite, and I could hardly wait to meet the 14 older men who’d flown down from up North just to indulge their carnal cravings with me. They’d been on a layover, transferring flights at the airport, and I was joining them for the final leg of our journey.
When I finally spotted the group, I felt a familiar tingle between my legs — that delicious ache for pleasure and submission. I watched as Ralph, the divemaster and trip leader, recognized me and alerted the others. Their eyes devoured me like ravenous wolves stalking prey, and I reveled in it.
“Boys,” Ralph called out as I approached, “our fuck doll has arrived.” The men’s eyes locked onto me like hungry vultures, and a shiver of pleasure coursed through my veins. This was exactly what I craved — to be their prey, their willing fuck toy. And I was thrilled to see that Ralph understood what I wanted.
“Hi there, boys,” I purred, making my way around the group, hugging each man tightly, pressing my breasts against their chests, and lifting one leg suggestively every once in a while. As I moved from embrace to embrace, I caught snippets of hushed conversation among the men.
“Damn, she’s even hotter in person…”
“Can’t believe we’re gonna have a whole week with her…”
“Damn, she’s a perfect 10...”
“God, look at that ass…”
“Is this real? Fuck, we’re in for a wild week...”
Their crude remarks only fueled my desire for the debauchery that awaited us. After all, I have always loved being seen as a sex object from as far as I could remember, even in my teenage years, and this trip had been organized specifically for me to indulge in my wildest fantasies.
My heart raced as three familiar faces stepped forward during the introductions. Theo, Harvey, and Fred — I hadn’t recognized them on the video call we held to plan the trip, but now, I remembered them from a dive trip a few years ago when I was just an innocent 18-year-old dive instructor. My eyes widened as memories flooded my mind.
“Delisha, you remember us, don’t you?” Theo growled, the hunger in his voice unmistakable. “We were on that trip where all those men forced you down, tore off your clothes without mercy, and examined your sexy young body and juicy pussy like it was their own personal toy.”
“Such a shame none of us got to fuck you back then,” Fred added, smirking. “But that’s why we’re here now, isn’t it?”
“Every night since that trip, I’ve dreamed of fucking you,” Theo confessed, licking his lips. “And now, I finally get my chance.”
Their words sent shivers down my spine, knowing I had awakened their primal sexual instincts about six years ago and that they still craved me to this day. The memories of being forcefully stripped and held down by these men made my pussy pulse with anticipation.
“Alright, gentlemen,” I said, commanding their attention once more. “Now that we’re all acquainted, let’s review the rules for the week. We went over some of them on our video call, but I’ve added a few more to ensure we all have an unimaginable time.” They leaned in, eager to hear what new depravities awaited them.
“First, thank you all for completing your health checks as discussed on the call,” I began, appreciating their commitment to safety. The men nodded in agreement, their eyes never leaving my body.
“Alright, boys,” I continued, my voice sultry and dripping with promise. “Let’s talk about the first rule.”
There was silence in the group as they hung on my every word.
“During this week,” I explained, “I will only eat sperm and water. That means each of you must feed me three times a day — yes, with your cocks in my mouth. We’re looking at about one liter of semen in total.”
Their eyes widened, and several jaws dropped as they processed my words. One man chuckled nervously, while another managed to say, “Damn, girl, that’s… a lot of sucking!”
“Isn’t it?” I replied with a sly smile, relishing their reactions. “But that’s what I want — to be used, fucked, and filled with all your delicious seed.”
I could feel my own arousal building at the thought, and it seemed the men were sharing in my excitement. Whispers erupted among them, crude comments about how they would gladly fill me up with their hot, sticky loads.
“Second rule,” I continued, raising a finger for emphasis. “All week, I will wear a butt plug.” The men exchanged intrigued glances, some grinning in anticipation. “You can do anything you want to me, but my tight little asshole is reserved for the last night. It’ll be a special treat for all of us.”
“Can’t wait to pop your ass, fuck doll,” one man said, his voice husky with desire.
“Better get that plug extra large then,” another chimed in, making everyone chuckle.
As the laughter subsided, I could see the fire in their eyes growing wilder, and I started to believe this group of men could be a group capable of unleashing their darkest desires upon me. And I couldn’t have been more eager to let them.
“Alright, guys,” I said, my voice dripping with anticipation. “Time for the third rule.” The men leaned in closer, eager to hear more. “You all have your cabins — two per cabin, right? Well, I don’t get one. Instead, I’ll spend one night in each of your cabins, giving you and your roommate a full night to do anything you want with me.” Their eyes widened, and I smirked at their reactions. “Except for anal, of course. That’s reserved for our last night together.”
“Fuck yeah,” one man growled, his erection straining against his pants. “Can’t wait to use that sweet body of yours all night long.”
“Damn straight,” another chimed in, licking his lips. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime chance to fuck a tight, young cunt.”
“Exactly,” I replied, feeling my pussy throb at their crude words. “So make the most of it. Be rough, be wild — I can take it, trust me.”
“Shit, this is gonna be one hell of a week,” a third man remarked, his eyes roaming over my body hungrily.
“Speaking of our last night together,” I continued, drawing their attention back to the information I was sharing. “That brings me to rule number four.” They waited with bated breath as I explained, “Every man who fulfills his commitment to feeding me three daily semen meals will earn the right to join the ass-banging group on our final night before departure. I’ll be outside, tied up somewhere, and you can all take turns pounding my tight little asshole as much and as often as you want.”
“Jesus Christ,” one man gasped, shaking his head in disbelief. “You’re really serious about this, aren’t you? I wasn’t sure on the video call.”
“Absolutely,” I replied, relishing the excitement coursing through my veins. “I want you all to use me, abuse me, and make me feel like a fuck doll, a sex object.”
“Your ass is gonna be so sore after we’re done with it,” another man laughed, his eyes filled with lust.
“Bring it on,” I challenged, my eyes narrowing seductively. “I can’t wait to feel your hard cocks slamming into me, stretching me out, making me scream.”
“But for now, boys, here’s the fifth rule: the dive resort has assigned a dive boat just for our group. Every morning, we’ll go out for a 2-tank dive. While on that boat, I will be nude for your viewing pleasure.” The men were already salivating at the thought.
“Fuck,” one of them muttered under his breath. “You’re seriously going to be naked in front of us every day?”
“Absolutely,” I confirmed, my nipples hardening at the thought of being so exposed and vulnerable. “I’ll put on a wetsuit for the actual dive, but as soon as I’m back on the boat, it comes off.”
“Jesus, you’re not even gonna wear a bikini?” another man asked, his voice full of disbelief and lust.
“Nope. Completely nude. I want you all to enjoy the sight of my body — my tits, my pussy, everything. And it’s not just for looking… You can touch as much as you want,” I added, smirking at their reactions. Their cocks were probably all hurting by then, with not enough room in their pants.
“Amazing,” one guy breathed, shaking his head in wonder.
“Alright, now for the sixth rule,” I continued, my excitement building as I fed off their desire. “On the morning of departure, it’ll be Father’s Day. And on that day, any man old enough to be my Daddy gets to give me a spanking right there in front of everyone else.”
“Are you fucking serious?” one of the older men questioned, his eyes wide with shock and anticipation.
“Dead serious,” I replied, biting my bottom lip. “I’ll be naked, over your knees, and you can spank me like the bad girl I am. I’ve no doubt I’ll have been very naughty throughout the week, so I’ll deserve it, right?”
“Fuck,” another man groaned, his eyes glazed over with lust. “I’ve never spanked a girl before, especially not one as sexy as you.”
“Good,” I purred, pleased to be introducing them to new experiences. “It’s about time you learn how to discipline a naughty little slut like me. And it looks like I’ll be in for a real treat when it’s time to fly back home. With all the ass-banging and spanking in the last 24 hours, sitting down on that plane might be a bit of a challenge.”
“Oh!” one of the men chimed in, smirking. “Seeing you struggle to sit down? That’s gonna be amusing as hell.”
“Maybe we should take bets on how many bruises you’ll have by the end,” another man suggested, earning laughs from the group.
“Speaking of bruises, you can do anything you want with my body as long as there are no permanent physical marks. Now, listen up! I’ve got a couple more rules for you. These are important too.”
“Rule number seven,” I continued, my voice low and seductive. “You need to treat me like a fuck doll, sex toy, or piece of meat. Don’t hold back — I want you to give in to your darkest, most animalistic urges. Use me, abuse me, share me, do whatever it takes to satisfy those primal desires deep within you.”
“Fuck,” one man groaned, his eyes darkening with lust. “That’s… that’s really something, doll.”
“Exactly,” I purred, delighted at their reactions. “I’m not just some pretty face to admire from afar. I’m here for you to use and enjoy, so don’t hold back.”
“Damn, Delisha,” another man muttered, his gaze traveling up and down my body. “You’re really going all out for this trip, aren’t you?”
“Of course,” I replied, my eyes twinkling with mischief. “That’s why we organized this trip, right? I’m not just your ordinary dive instructor, am I?”
The men chuckled, clearly excited by the prospect of having me at their mercy for the entire week. It only served to fuel my own desires, making me crave the rough treatment they would hopefully subject me to.
“Alright, rule number eight,” I said, drawing in a deep breath. “As your fuck doll, I must not have orgasms all week.” The men stared at me, their eyes widening in surprise. “I only get off from clit stimulation, so just stay clear of caressing it. You can look at my clit, and even pinch it if you want, but don’t pleasure me.”
“Pinch it?” one man asked incredulously, his eyebrows shooting up. “Wouldn’t that hurt?”
“Exactly,” I replied with a wicked smile. “It’ll hurt, so I won’t have an orgasm. Think of it as vengeance against a clit some wife of yours forced you to eat in the past. This is your chance.”
“Fuck,” another man chuckled, shaking his head in disbelief. “Get ready for a lot of pinches. Damn fucking clits!”
“Not a fan of giving oral sex to your wife, are you?” I quipped back, feeling my excitement rise at the prospect of being used so roughly. “If any of you make me orgasm, you’re disqualified for the ass-banging night.”
“Shit,” a man muttered, exchanging glances with the others. “No pressure, then.”
“Rule number nine,” I continued, my voice dripping with desire. “You need to unleash your primal, bestial sexual urges this week. Do things you’ve never done before — and may never have the chance to do again. Use me, share me, abuse me, and be rough.”
“Any specific examples?” a man asked, his eyes gleaming with anticipation.
“Think along the lines of… choking me while you’re pounding me, using me as a footrest while someone fucks my face, or tying me up and having a line of you take turns on my body like it’s some kind of carnival ride.” The men let out low groans, their eyes darkening with lust as they imagined the possibilities.
“Are you sure about that?” Theo asked, raising an eyebrow as he looked me up and down.
“Absolutely,” I insisted. “I want to be the cure for emasculation. Grab me by my hair and force your cocks deep into my mouth. Don’t worry if I choke or cry; that’s what I crave. Can you make a chick cry?”
“By the way, I can take it all in, but if you want to truly maximize the pleasure, grasp my head and push it downwards until my top lip is resting against your belly and my bottom lip is pressed against your balls. Hold me firmly there until I tap the floor. I can be your deep-throat toy!”
“Damn,” Ralph muttered, his eyes fixated on my half-naked boobs. He licked his lips, envisioning the possibilities.
“Or how about bending me over and pounding my tight little ass without mercy? Can you beat my ass into submission? Listen to me scream while you claim ownership of my flesh,” I continued, my voice dripping with lust.
“Fuck, Delisha,” Fred exclaimed, gripping his crotch in desperation. “You’re making it hard to wait.”
“Well, do you guys have any ideas?” I asked, eager to know how these men envisioned using and abusing my body. Their eyes sparkled with lust as they began to share their twisted fantasies.
“Maybe we could take turns shoving our cocks in your mouth while you’re tied up helplessly,” Cliff chimed in, his hand instinctively adjusting the bulge in his pants. “You won’t be able to scream or beg for mercy.”
“Sounds perfect,” I agreed, my pussy throbbing at the idea of being completely at their mercy, choking on thick rods that were gods to me.
“Ever had a man slap your tits, Delisha?” Theo asked, eyeing my perky breasts hungrily. “I bet they’d bounce beautifully under the force of a strong hand.”
“Those pretty blue eyes of yours would look even better with tears streaming down your face as we force you to gag on our cocks,” Charles observed, still analyzing what I had said earlier, his voice rough with desire.
“Maybe one of us should sit on your face, smothering you with our balls while the others take turns fucking your wet cunt,” Edgar suggested, licking his lips in anticipation.
“So you guys think you are man enough to beat my pussy into submission?” I replied, feeling my arousal reach new heights.
“Alright, Delisha,” Fred started, looking at me with a hint of concern. “But how will we know if we’ve gone too far?”
“Lotus. It’s my safe word. If I say it, you stop immediately. But come on, boys,” I taunted them playfully as we continued our crude conversation at the airport gate. “I don’t believe you’re capable of pushing me to use my safe word. Every guy I’ve ever dared to get me there always ends up holding back.”
“Really? You think we’re just like all those other men?” Francis asked, a slight smirk playing on his lips.
“From my experience, yes. You all talk big about abusing a young chick, but when it comes down to it, you get gentle. It’s like you forget that I want it.” I rolled my eyes, feeling frustrated with their caution.
“Is that a dare?” Albert questioned, raising an eyebrow.
“Damn right, it is!” I exclaimed, excitement coursing through my veins. “So here’s an idea: let’s see if any of you can actually make me use my safe word before this scuba & sex week is over.”
“Interesting,” David mused, scratching at his beard. “And what happens to the guys who make you beg for mercy?”
“Good question,” I replied, tapping a finger against my chin. The wheels in my head turned rapidly as I tried to think of a suitable reward for the men who could prove me wrong. “How about… the first one who gets me to say ‘Lotus’ wins something? We’ll have to brainstorm some options, though.”
“Maybe they get to pick the position and location where you’ll be fucked next?” Harvey offered, eagerness flashing in his eyes.
“Or choose the type of kinky activity we try out?” Fred suggested, a hint of mischief glinting in his gaze.
“Those are all great ideas,” I mused, “but we need to come up with something that really raises the stakes. Something that’ll truly test my limits.”
I looked around at the eager faces of the 14 men surrounding me, their eyes filled with lust and determination. The stakes had been raised, I could feel the intensity in the air, and for once, I thought perhaps these men would really use my body as much as I wanted them to.
Suddenly, a brilliant idea came to me. My heart raced as I spoke up, wondering if I would regret it.
“Alright, guys, how about this? The first one to make me use my safe word gets an entire week with me as their personal sex slave in Miami. You’d have to fly down at your own expense, but you can stay with me at the beach condo and do whatever you want to me for a whole week.”
The men’s eyes widened, and I could practically see their cocks hardening at the thought. They exchanged excited glances, their raw desire evident as they began to talk amongst themselves.
“Fuck, that sounds amazing,” Stanley said, licking his lips hungrily. “Just imagine a full week of using her tight little body however I want. Alone, without all of you monkeys! But could we fly you somewhere else instead?”
“Sure,” I immediately answered, excited by the unknown.
“God, I’d love to tie her up and force her to suck my cock every morning on my boat,” Charles chimed in, his eyes locked on my mouth.
“Like I’ll do all week, you mean?” I said, smirking.
I felt moistness between my legs, my body aching for their touch and their abuse. Hearing their fantasies fueled my own, and I couldn’t wait to be their willing prey. I wanted them to break me, to take ownership of my young female body, and to push me to my limits until I was nothing more than a submissive, brainless fuck doll for their pleasure.
“Alright, boys, it’s settled,” I announced, grinning wickedly. “The first to make me say ‘Lotus’ will get that week in Miami with me as his sex slave — or wherever you fly me to. Now, let’s get back to the last couple of rules.”
“Here’s the tenth one: you are not allowed to use my real name. That’s too friendly and human. No, to remind yourselves that I’m just a fuck doll, a sex toy, a slut, you must dehumanize me, calling me by those names or any other degrading names you can think of.” I paused, letting the impact of my words sink in. “Anyone who calls me by my real name will be disqualified from the ass-banging night.”
A mix of excitement and shock crossed their faces, but they quickly nodded in agreement. “You got it, whore,” one man said, testing out the new language.
“Perfect,” I replied, feeling the thrill of being objectified course through my veins. “Now, which two lucky men get to share my body tonight?”
Ralph, the divemaster, checked his list. “Victor and Albert, you’re up first.”
“Can’t wait,” Victor grinned while Albert devoured me with his eyes.
“Upon arrival, you boys should check into your cabin while I confirm the nudity arrangements for the dive boat with the general manager. After that, I’ll head over to Albert and Victor’s cabin, where I expect all 14 cocks to be ready for my first semen meal of the trip.” My voice was sultry and assertive, leaving no room for doubt about what I wanted — and what they would give me.
As we waited for boarding, I couldn’t help but feel the heat building between my legs. The thought of being used and degraded for their pleasure excited me beyond belief. I have been craving extreme sex and scuba weeks from the first day I dove. I had worshipped many old gods on prior dive trips, but I was always looking to bring it up a notch. My nipples hardened beneath my thin top as I could sense the men’s eyes on me, eager to ravish my body as soon as they had the chance.
The boarding announcement echoed through the airport, snapping me back to reality. I turned to the group of men, my heart pounding in anticipation. “Alright, boys,” I said with a wicked grin, “it’s time for us to board. If you want to start using me as a sex toy, feel free to take turns sitting next to me on the plane. For instance, you can check that I’m not wearing any panties.” I could see their eyes light up at the prospect of beginning our week of debauchery ahead of schedule.
As we made our way onto the plane, I noticed the stares from fellow passengers. The combination of my revealing outfit and the hungry gazes of a large group of men surrounding me must have painted quite a picture. I reveled in the attention, feeling my arousal intensify. I was the luckiest girl in that terminal.
Once we settled into our seats, Albert was the first to slide beside me, his eager eyes raking over my body. I glanced around to make sure no flight attendants were watching before grabbing his hand and sliding it down my belly and under my shorts until I felt his fingers on my wet pussy.
“Can’t wait to test drive that tight young fuck hole of yours,” he whispered, sending shivers down my spine.
“Me too,” chimed in Victor, sitting on the other side of my middle seat, grinning like a predator eyeing its prey. I felt a thrill knowing they would both have their way with me soon enough.
Throughout the flight, several of the men switched places with each other, taking turns sitting next to me while I worked on this first sex report for you, guys.
Each one found an opportunity to touch me in some way — running their fingers along my collarbone, caressing my inner thigh, or even daring to reach beneath my shorts to finger my pussy or beneath my tank top to pinch my nipples. My body ached with desire, I was already their plaything, and I knew that once we arrived at the resort, all hell would break loose — a special kind of hell that would be paradise to me.
In between their advances, I found myself lost in thoughts of the week to come.
Initially, when I first proposed this trip, I simply wanted a week of a sperm-only diet with a large group of men to increase the amount of semen I had swallowed in my life, following a conversation started on Quora. And doing it during a dive trip was just because I love scuba diving almost as much as I love the taste of sperm, especially from old ones.
But now, my appetite to be brutally used had grown to an insatiable level, demanding to be abused in such a way that would leave these men shattered from carnal pleasure. My loins ached with anticipation as I imagined myself submitting to their every depraved desire.
Yet, anxiety still coursed through me as I sat on the plane. Would this group of men be real men? I ached for them to take me and use my body according to their will — to force upon me cruel sexual acts that would make me feel no more than a mere piece of meat, of no value other than a tool for pleasuring their cocks. My mind raced wildly as I sat there, yearning for the sexual violence these men could easily unleash on my small, young female form if I could convince them that I was serious about it.
I imagined being tied up and used by this group of cock-carrying beasts, my body a plaything for their twisted desires. I envisioned their rough hands gripping my breasts, slapping my ass, and pinching my clit as they took turns pounding into me while I cried and begged for mercy.
“Enjoying yourself, slut?” Ralph asked, sitting down next to me with a smirk. He must have noticed the glazed look in my eyes as I daydreamed about the debauchery that awaited us.
“Can’t wait to be used,” I admitted, my voice barely more than a breathy whisper. “I want you all to take out your darkest fantasies on me.”
“Be careful what you wish for, whore,” he warned, his hand slipping under my shorts to give my pussy an inspection. “You might just get it.”
And as the plane began its descent, my mind raced with anticipation, yearning for the moment when I could finally let go and become the ultimate sex object for these men.
I’m posting this before the flight attendant warns me a second time. I hope you are as excited to hear about this depraved week as I am to start it. I do not know when I will be able to post another report, though. I will try to post whenever the male beasts give me a break — but I hope they won’t! So, perhaps my next report will be next week. Please think of me being used, shared, and abused on a tropical island when you masturbate this week, OK? Hugs & kisses!
JUNE 18 UPDATE: I’m back! And here’s my first report. A lot happened, so expect a few sex life reports… If you are interested, of course. Will you let me know?
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