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I Practiced Controlling Men Through Their Cocks as an 18-year-old Girl With 23 Men on a Tropical Vacation
With men yearning all week for my young body, I experimented with exhibitionism, controlling erections & my sexual powers. [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.
While preparing for my sex & scuba trip this June, I remember more of my adventures as a young scuba diving instructor and how often I promised you to write sex reports about them. So here is a report on my second dive trip as a dive instructor.
By the way, numerous guys have asked me for more detailed descriptions of my body and more graphic explanation of my sex acts — you, bunch of pervs! Kidding! I love it! So… I am making an effort now. I hope it is what you wanted, Sir! If not, please give me a spanking :)
The concrete floor of the scuba diving shop’s back store dug into my knees as I knelt before James, my 58-year-old married boss. His cock throbbed in my hand, slick with saliva from my eager mouth. I glanced up at him with a mischievous grin, feeling both naughty and excited to be casually playing with his cock right there, where anyone could walk in.
Every Friday after school, our little ritual took place in the back room of the dive shop. It all started during my scuba diving instructor course when I first felt his hard length in my mouth and convinced him at the same time to donate a dive computer to me. Now a part-time scuba instructor and part-time store staff, I continued this practice, weekly, which was a game for me.
Each time, I experimented with new techniques, eager to discover what brought older men the most pleasure. As I swirled my tongue around the head of his cock, I glanced up at him, watching his reactions closely. I sucked on his balls tenderly, one at a time, savoring their weight and smoothness.
As an 18-year-old, each encounter was an opportunity for me to learn, to explore, to grow more in tune with old men’s reactions to my touch. Each blowjob — on any man’s cock — served as a reminder of my growing hunger for more experiences, for more tastes.
I swirled my tongue around the head of his dick, tasting the salty precum that pooled there. The slightly salty flavor reminded me of the ocean, a place where I felt most alive. My fingers delicately rolled his balls, feeling their weight and warmth in my palm. I wanted to make this experience memorable not only for him but for me as well.
“Fuck, Delisha,” James groaned, his eyes heavy with lust. He leaned back in the wooden chair, gripping the armrests tightly as he watched me work my magic on his private shaft.
Conversations are from memory, so they may not be totally accurate, but the gist is there.
A wicked smile played on my lips as I paused and looked up at him. “I’m glad you like it, but I want more. Teach me how best to please you,” I purred, his hard cock casually interfering with our locked eyes, me looking up around the shaft and him looking down. I had sucked the cock of many guys my age and many old ones. Older men seemed to behave differently and have diverse preferences. Boys my age were simple: suck, swallow, done. But I was desperate to unlock every secret of male pleasure, and old men were best for that. I am still on that quest today! There is always more to learn.
James hesitated for a moment, his eyes burning into mine. “Why don’t you try… using your hands too? Stroke my shaft while you suck on the tip,” he suggested, his voice shaky with need.
Driven by curiosity and lust, I eagerly complied, wrapping my slender fingers around the base of his rigid member and stroking him as I continued to tease the head of his cock with my tongue. The combination of sensations seemed to drive him wild, and I felt a surge of pride, knowing I had unlocked yet another way to provide sexual pleasure to this particular man.
And all the while, the air in the back store was heavy with the smell of chlorine and damp wetsuits, an ever-present reminder of our shared passion for diving. The scent mingled with the musk of our sexual encounter, creating a heady atmosphere that intoxicated me. I could hear faint laughter drifting in from beyond the closed door, the dive community unaware of the illicit activities taking place just beyond their reach. My heart raced at the thought, the thrill of being caught adding fuel to my already raging desire.
“Boss,” I murmured, briefly releasing his erection from my lips, “Who’s leading the Caribbean dive trip?” Then I ran my tongue along the underside of his shaft, feeling the veins pulse beneath the skin.
“Ah, fuck… Dan… Dan’s leading it. He’s experienced,” James managed to choke out the words, his breath hitching as I took him deeper into my mouth, my throat accommodating his length without any struggle since my boyfriend had me practice deep-throating regularly.
“Can I go on the trip?” I asked, looking up at James with my big blue eyes while continuing to bob my head over his cock. I knew I had him right where I wanted him — men are so easy to manipulate when they are hard and desperate for release.
“Fuck, Delisha, I’m not sure… I need to check with Dan first…” James hesitated, his grip on the armrests growing tighter.
I abruptly stopped pleasuring him and looked up at him again, eyebrows raised in mock surprise. “Really? That’s a shame,” I pouted, letting my full lips brush against his swollen member, “I’m sure we could’ve had a lot of fun on that trip.”
“Delisha, I… I need to check with Dan first… You’ve just been on one,” he stammered, shifting uncomfortably in his chair as his erection stood proudly, begging for attention.
“Are you sure?” I murmured, slowly dragging my tongue along the underside of his cock, watching as his resolve began to crumble under the weight of his arousal. My heart raced, delighting in the control I held over James in this vulnerable state.
“Fuck, Delisha…” he gasped, struggling to maintain coherent thought. “You can take my spot, but you’ll have to share a room with Dan to save costs.”
A triumphant grin spread across my face as I went back to fulfill my weekly commitment to my boss, sliding my lips down his length and using my free hand to gently massage his balls. I felt him tense, the familiar signs of him reaching the brink of orgasm.
“Delisha, I’m about to — “ he warned, but I didn’t relent. Instead, I focused on bringing him to completion. As his hot, salty seed filled my mouth, I looked up at him, maintaining eye contact while I playfully swirled his semen around my tongue, giving time to my taste buds to take it in.
His chest heaved as he panted, watching me with a mixture of awe and exhaustion. I let out a soft moan before swallowing every drop, savoring the taste that reminded me of the ocean itself.
As I rose to my feet, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand, I couldn’t help but reflect on the power I held in such moments. How men seemed to melt under my touch, their desires laid bare and vulnerable for me to explore. On top of that, it fascinated me: the different tastes of each man’s semen and how cock shapes varied from one to another. I found myself growing increasingly eager to sample more, to see if everybody tasted different.
“Thank you, James,” I said sweetly, giving him a flirtatious wink before strolling towards the door. The world just beyond beckoned, filled with endless possibilities and more men to explore.
Nowadays, I have discovered that my most intense satisfaction comes from being a submissive fuck toy for men to pleasure themselves, but at 18 years old, I didn’t know yet. I was exploring. However, I already knew that my sexual power was a tool, a weapon to wield in the pursuit of my desires.
The first night on the tropical island was a sensual awakening. The salty ocean breeze caressed my skin, and the sound of crashing waves lulled me into a state of relaxation.
As a scuba diving instructor, being near the water felt like home to me. It awakened every part of me — even those I didn’t always let free. My senses were heightened; I could smell the lush foliage surrounding our temporary abode, taste the salt in the air as I breathed in deeply, and feel the hot sand jumping over my sandals to caress my toes as we reached the cabin with our suitcases.
Our cabin, a rustic wooden structure nestled on the edge of the beach, was nothing fancy. But it had everything we needed — one large room with two beds and a bathroom, all surrounded by windows offering a breathtaking view of the ocean.
“Nice place, huh?” Dan remarked, grinning as he dropped his bags onto the floor.
“Absolutely,” I replied, my eyes drinking in the view before scanning the room. “Looks like we’ll be sharing this space for the week.”
“Guess so,” he shrugged, clearly not bothered by the arrangement. I could already feel a tingle of excitement at the prospect of spending a week in such close quarters with him. Dan was attractive, but our professional relationship had always kept me from exploring anything more.
“You don’t mind if I get ready for bed now, do you?”
I nodded, and as he disappeared behind the door, I couldn’t help but wonder what he looked like naked. What would his semen taste like? The thought sent a jolt of arousal through me, but I reminded myself of the potential consequences.
“Delisha, you naughty girl,” I giggled to myself, brushing off my concerns about our professional relationship and my reputation. What the hell? Everyone at the dive shop already knew I sucked the boss’s cock anyway.
A mischievous smile played on my lips as I recalled my parents’ words — I was 18, and this trip was supposed to be a fun time. And for my mom, fun at 18 included kinky sex to discover what I liked. “You don’t know what you don’t know,” was her way of telling me and my best friend Jane that we should dare go out of our comfort zones and explore the world — and sex was a natural part of that world, she kept saying.
I love my mom! She’s the one who encouraged Jane and me to freely expose our naked bodies if that is what we wanted to experiment with — and we sure did. Jane had a lot of fun teasing my dad with her bare tits and young pussy every time she slept over! The funny thing is my mom was the wild one, enjoying the sight of Jane visually torturing her husband more than my dad enjoyed seeing the young nude female, I think!
But back to the Caribbean!
As the water stopped flowing, anticipation built within me. The door creaked open, and Dan stepped out, completely naked. My eyes widened, taking in every inch of him. His cock was thick, slightly bending to the left, and his balls hung heavily between his legs. A minimally trimmed forest of pubic hair surrounded his manhood, making me wonder how that would feel pressed against my face.
My pussy clenched involuntarily, my curiosity piqued by the sight before me. Then, licking my lips, I wondered again how his hot, sticky load would taste if it filled my mouth.
“Sorry, forgot my towel,” Dan mumbled, reaching for one folded on the bed. He seemed oblivious to my gaze, which only fueled my desire to play.
“Nice cock,” I said boldly, asserting my sassy attitude toward sex. “What does your cum taste like?”
Dan looked up, catching my eye. He paused for a moment, then smirked. “You’ll have to find out for yourself, won’t you?”
“But that would be inappropriate, wouldn’t it?” My voice held a flirtatious yet sarcastic lilt as I grinned at him.
He wrapped the towel around his waist, but I could still see the outline of his hardening cock. I was entertained!
“Your turn,” he said, gesturing to the bathroom.
“Thanks,” I replied, getting up from the bed. As I walked past him, I let my hand brush against his erection, giving it a playful squeeze.
I retreated to the bathroom, my heart pounding with excitement. The thrill of asserting my power over Dan was exhilarating, and I couldn’t wait to see what other effects my influence could have on him. I decided to wear a t-shirt to bed instead of sleeping naked like I always did at home because I wanted him to yearn for me, to ache for a glimpse of my body that I’d deliberately kept hidden.
As I stepped out of the bathroom, I felt the soft fabric of the t-shirt grazes against my bare pussy, sending shivers up my spine. The anticipation of Dan’s reaction made my nipples harden beneath the thin cotton material. I noticed his eyes widen as he took in my attire, but I pretended not to notice.
Dan had taken the towel off his waist, leaving his penis exposed to my teenage eyes, eager to learn more about cocks. His intention was obvious, I thought. He wanted me to take in the sight of his semi-erect penis and furry testicles. I felt a strong sense of mischief looking at him. If he wanted to play games with his cock, I could do that!
He was about to get into the large bed in the center of the room.
“Wait,” I said, extending my arm in a halting gesture. “You should take the small bed near the door instead.”
Dan hesitated, clearly uncertain about my intentions. He had seniority in both the dive shop and on the dive trip. His gaze flicked from the smaller bed to me as I stood in the bathroom doorway with an unwavering smirk on my face. I could sense his reluctance, but I knew asserting my dominance would make the trip much more fun.
“Fine,” he muttered, moving towards the smaller one. As he did so, I took a step back, watching his every movement with keen interest.
“Good boy,” I thought, my heart racing at the thrill of having him under my control. But I didn’t dare reveal my excitement, keeping my face impassive and composed.
“Is this alright?” he asked, his tone betraying a struggle between his surrender to me and his desire to push back against my authority.
“Perfect,” I replied, giggling. “Now, get into bed, and I don’t want to hear another word from you.”
“Yes, ma’am,” he said with a slight bow, trying to hide the sarcasm in his voice. I could tell he wasn’t used to being bossed around, especially by a young teenage girl like me. But I relished the opportunity to push his boundaries and explore my newfound influence over him.
As Dan climbed into the small bed, I noticed his cock had grown even harder from our exchange. Despite my attempts to suppress it, a wicked grin spread across my face. “Interesting,” I mused, mentally noting the way his arousal seemed to follow my every command.
“Good night, Dan,” I said sweetly, feigning innocence as I lay down on the large bed in the middle of the room. The ocean view was breathtaking from here, and I knew I had made the right choice.
“Night,” he replied tersely, rolling onto his side to face away from me.
“Dan,” I said sweetly a few seconds later, “could you please open the windows next to your bed? It’s a little stuffy in here.” My voice dripped with innocence, but my intentions were anything but.
“Sure,” he replied hesitantly, seemingly unsure of what to make of my request. I watched intently as he walked over to the windows, his semi-erect cock swaying tantalizingly with each step. It brought me immense satisfaction to see that he was aroused by me, even with my body concealed beneath the t-shirt.
“Leave the blinds open too, please,” I added, wanting to push him further. “I love feeling the breeze.”
Dan complied with my request, although I could tell he was uncomfortable with the idea of being exposed to the outside world — especially in his current state of arousal. As he fumbled with the blinds, his cock bounced in response to his movements, making it difficult for me to suppress a wicked grin.
“Is this good enough for you?” he asked, almost defensively.
“Perfect,” I purred, admiring the way the moonlight illuminated his muscular frame and cast shadows on his growing erection. “Thank you, Dan.”
“Whatever,” he muttered under his breath, retreating to his bed. I could sense his frustration, but it only fueled my desire to tease him further.
“Dan, could you open the windows at the other end too?” I further asked, my eyes never leaving his cock. “I just love how the ocean breeze feels on my skin.”
“Sure,” he grumbled, clearly trying to hide his arousal as he strode across the room.
As he walked away from me, I relished the sight of his muscular ass and the way his balls swung between his legs. My curiosity about him — and all men — grew stronger.
He reached the far windows and fumbled with the latch, giving me an unobstructed view of his cock, now fully erect. I bit my lip, feeling my own arousal intensify as I witnessed the effect I had on him without even revealing my naked body or touching him.
Hearing the sound of the blinds being raised, I decided it was time for a little more fun. I giggled softly, knowing it would draw his attention.
“Something funny?” Dan asked, his voice slightly strained as he turned to face me, his hard cock bobbing in the air.
“Oh, nothing,” I replied innocently, my eyes flicking down to his erection before meeting his gaze again. “It’s just… I’ve never seen someone get so excited about opening windows before.”
“Fuck you,” he snapped, looking embarrassed and annoyed. But beneath that anger, I could see vulnerability — and it thrilled me.
“Aw, don’t be like that,” I cooed, feigning sympathy. “I think it’s cute how easily aroused you are.”
“Whatever,” he muttered, making his way back to his bed, the frustration evident in his movements. His cock, however, remained impressively hard.
As he lay down, attempting to hide his erection under the thin sheet, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of accomplishment. I had this man, who always seemed so aloof and confident, at my mercy — and it was intoxicating.
“Goodnight, Dan,” I said softly, a wicked smile playing on my lips.
“Night,” he replied gruffly, though I could hear the tension in his voice.
As I lay there, listening to the sound of the waves crashing against the shore, I reveled in the power I had discovered having over him just by being me. I started planning how I could ensure our dynamic would only grow more intense with each passing day, and I eagerly anticipated the delicious games we would play during our week together. The tropical island air seemed to awaken something within me — a desire to explore, to dominate, and to satisfy my insatiable curiosity about the workings of men’s minds and bodies. And Dan, whether he realized it or not, was the perfect test subject for my passions.
On the first morning of the week-long dive trip, I walked along the dock toward the boat. The warm sun beamed down on me as the salty air filled my lungs, reminding me of the taste of my boss James’ sperm — a reminder of what I had to do to secure my place on this trip. It was empowering, knowing that I had such control over men.
I could feel the eyes of the 22 divers and Dan aboard the dive boat, devouring my teenage body with lustful gazes, their eyes roaming hungrily up and down. I could feel the heat of their stares trailing down my skin while my skimpy red string bikini barely covered my taut curves. My tight ass cheeks were exposed, and I reveled in the knowledge that these men desired me so fiercely. The bikini top strained to contain my perky breasts, teasingly revealing the form of my nipples pretending to hide beneath. My long, flowing blonde hair cascaded down my back, only adding to their arousal. I knew I looked irresistible, and I was determined to savor every second of having a nubile young body with arousing powers over men.
I had deliberately timed my arrival for last so I could make a seductive entrance, strutting my stuff as I strode up to the dive boat. It is not new that I enjoy being the center of attention! Sorry!
As I approached the boat, all conversation ceased. There was complete silence, punctuated by the occasional gulp or quiet moan. I couldn’t help but wonder if there was even one man among them who wouldn’t fuck me if I simply said the word, even though most of them were married. A wicked smile crossed my lips at the thought.
“Morning, boys,” I purred, stepping onto the dive boat. Their awe was palpable as they struggled to find words, shifting uncomfortably in their seats.
“Fuck, Delisha… you look amazing,” one of them finally managed to stammer.
“Thanks, babe,” I replied with a sultry wink, relishing in the power I held over these grown men.
A burly diver leaned in, his voice low and gruff. “You know, it’s a shame we’ll be underwater most of the time. I’d love to see more of you.”
I gave a teasing tug on the side strings of my bikini, making him and the others around him squirm. “You never know,” I whispered, smirking as I turned away.
Throughout the morning, I continued to tease the men, watching them become more and more worked up. It was intoxicating, feeling their desire for me escalating with each passing moment. Every crude comment, every lustful gaze only fueled my devilish power. The thought occurred to me that maybe I wasn’t just an exhibitionist — perhaps I was something more, something even wilder.
And as we dove into the depths of the ocean for our first dive of the week, I knew one thing was sure: this week would be unlike anything I had ever experienced before. And I couldn’t wait to see just how far my power could take me.
Back at the cabin that evening, I couldn’t stop thinking about Dan and my effect on him. The breeze from the open windows carried the scent of the ocean, igniting memories of the previous night when I’d watched him walk naked around the room with an erection. I wanted to see that again, so I hatched a plan, and as we got ready for bed, Dan proudly showing his manhood to the teenage girl hiding under a t-shirt, I executed.
“Dan, could you do me a favor?” I asked sweetly, holding out my wet bikini. “Would you mind hanging this outside to dry?”
“Sure, but let me put some clothes on first,” he said, his voice shaky.
“Actually, I kind of like you this way,” I said, biting my lip seductively while deliberately staring at his cock. I saw a flicker of hope in his eyes, even though he knew I wasn’t offering myself to him. He hesitated for a moment but then took the bikini and stepped outside.
From my perch on the bed, I watched as his cock hardened, bouncing with each step. It was exhilarating to know that I could make a man’s body react so strongly just by my presence and my words.
“Thank you, Dan,” I said when he returned, trying to keep my voice neutral but secretly thrilled by my continued control over him.
The days went on, and every morning I made it my mission to tease the men aboard the dive boat. As we approached the first dive site each day, I pretended to pull on the side strings of my bikini, enjoying the way their eyes widened and cocks hardened just before the dive. I lost count of how many times I did it, but their reactions never grew old.
“Delisha, you’re driving us mad,” one man groaned as he adjusted his bulging crotch.
“Good,” I thought, smirking. “That’s exactly what I want.”
I couldn’t help but revel in the attention, feeling the power it gave me over them. Every day, my confidence grew more assertive.
Their crude sexual jokes filled the air, trying to throw me off balance, but they only fanned the flames of my desire for experimenting.
“Hey Delisha, if you need help with those strings, just let me know,” another diver laughed, grabbing suggestively at his own waistband.
“Maybe later,” I replied coyly, loving the way they hungrily eyed me like a pack of predators. This was power — raw, unbridled power — and I reveled in it.
And as the week dragged on, I continued to revel in my darkly perverse power over Dan. Every night, I’d dangle my bikini in front of him like a carrot on a string, and he’d eagerly fall into my trap. He’d trudge outside obediently, facing an open world with his naked body hard and aroused. His mouth would be twisted into a grimace of hatred as he cursed me under his breath for such cruel mind games, but deep down, he could not resist satisfying my wishes.
The more people inadvertently saw him like this — exposed, vulnerable, erect — the more I realized just how powerful my hold on men truly was.
“Delisha,” Dan said one night, his voice catching as he looked at me, “I think I should put on my bathing suit before going outside.”
“Aw, come on, Dan,” I purred, dipping my voice to a sultry tone that made him shiver. “You know you don’t need it. Besides, I enjoy the view.” I tilted my head, giving him a coy smile that left no room for argument.
Dan hesitated, swallowing hard before finally nodding. “Alright,” he conceded, his face flushing with embarrassment and desire.
As he stepped outside, I watched from the window, transfixed by the sight of his cock bouncing with each step. There was something so thrilling about seeing a man’s erection caused by my teasing — the way it throbbed and swayed, betraying just how much he wanted me.
And as he hung up my tiny, wet bikini, I couldn’t help but admire the contrast between its delicate fabric and his rigid, pulsing member. And as Dan returned to our cabin, his cock still stiff and twitching, I knew that my power over him would only continue to grow.
“Thank you, Dan,” I murmured, trying to hide the satisfaction in my voice. But I could see the longing in his eyes, and it only fueled my desire to push him further.
“Dan, could you please put my bikini out again tonight?” I asked another night, feigning innocence while fully aware of my effect on him.
“Fine,” he sighed, his voice strained with both frustration and longing. “But I’m going to do it without getting hard.”
A wicked thrill coursed through me at the thought of having such control over this man who was so much older than me. But I kept my expression neutral, not wanting to let on how much I enjoyed our nightly game.
“Good luck with that,” I teased, taking it as a challenge while watching even more attentively as he stepped outside, naked and vulnerable. And sure enough, he failed, his cock quickly betraying his promise, springing to attention while holding my tiny, soaked bikini. The thin pieces of nipple-covering clothing on my bikini top were barely wider than his index finger!
One night, as Dan stood exposed on the porch, two scuba divers from the cabin next to ours walked by, stopping in their tracks when they saw him. Their eyes widened as they took in his erect cock, and one of them whistled appreciatively.
“Nice view you got there, buddy!” the taller one called out, smirking at Dan’s obvious discomfort. “You must really like hanging up bikinis, huh?”
“Uh, yeah, sure,” Dan stammered, his face turning a deep shade of red. He hurriedly finished hanging up my bikini and darted back inside, not even bothering to close the door behind him.
“God, Delisha,” he muttered, clearly upset by the encounter. “You’re a devilish 18-year-old, you know that? I can’t believe you get off on tormenting me like this.”
“Who, me?” I feigned innocence, my heart pounding with exhilaration as I watched Dan’s erection twitch in frustration. “I just needed my bikini hung up to dry.”
As I lay in bed that night, I couldn’t help but reflect on the power I held over Dan and how it had only grown stronger throughout the week. The fact that other people had witnessed his submission to me only intensified my pleasure. I was beginning to truly understand the intoxicating thrill of controlling someone else’s desires, and at the time, I thought there was no way I’d be giving it up. Little did I know that a few years later, I would be the submissive fuck doll I am today.
I thought I would write a single report about that week of vacationing with 23 men as an 18-year-old sex explorer, but you guys asked for more details, so… The reports are long! And here is part 2 of this kinky week:
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