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My Friend’s Gift to Her Dad: My Nude Body For Him & His Buddies To Use on a Deep-Sea Fishing Trip
Four old men & a naked chick at sea for Father’s Day. I took good care of old balls & cocks. They took care of ‘using’ me all day! [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.
How was your Father’s Day weekend? Mine was… Unusual.
I don’t have a family in South Florida. So, Father’s Day was just a matter of me making a phone call to my daddy until it took on a whole different meaning.
At the moment, I live with my friend Madison and her husband Darnell (made-up names for this public journal on my sex life). We share a king-size bed and his gigantic cock! I’m the submissive blonde used by both of them to satisfy their sexual needs & please their kinks.
At the end of May, I decided I would try an experiment. I wanted to see how it would feel to be totally naked for a full month. To do so, I accepted Madison and Darnell’s invitation to live with them. It was almost like cheating because I wouldn’t have any reason to leave their house, but my primary goal was to find out how “I” would feel remaining in the nude for a long period of time.
To spice things up, my friends suggested I do so until the 4th of July party planned at their beach house just North of Miami. I’m used to being displayed in the nude to their friends as either a piece of art or a sex toy to be used, so that was business as usual. My nude body gives me the most intense thrills. Thanks for that body, Daddy & Mommy!
They also suggested I commit myself to having no orgasm during the same time period. My next climax is to be as I masturbate in front of their friends, under the fireworks at the party. They always come up with creative sexual games, and I love them for it. I’m an exhibitionist, so I agreed with it all.
The nervousness before these types of events, the adrenaline rush during the act, and the shivers as I remember what I did or what they did to me… It makes it worth it. A million times over!
And then, last week, she told me her father was coming over from New York City for the weekend. Her father! Now, that was a curveball!
When I woke up on Saturday morning, I was in bed with Darnell. Madison was already up. I could hear another man’s voice coming from downstairs. Then I felt Darnell’s hand cupping my right boob.
“Ready to entertain for the weekend?” he asked while bringing his hand down my belly and over my pussy.
“Hmm… Not sure about this one. Does he know?”
“Know what?” he asked.
“Will he throw me out?”
He laughed and pushed two fingers inside my pussy. “Not a single man on this planet would throw your tight, cute pussy out!”
He caressed my clit with his thumb while pressing on my G-spot with his long fingers. I moaned. It was so good!
I love both Darnell and Madison. Sex is exceptional, frequent, and wild.
“Wait! No orgasm until the 4th of July, remember?” he said, abandoning my body and laughing.
Damn! I was so wet!
“Get up!” he added, slapping my bare ass.
Pieces of conversation are recalled from memory. They may not be 100% accurate, but since these are events from the weekend, I think my recollection of it is pretty accurate.I took my time showering and fiddling in the bedroom as if I was thinking about what to wear when, of course, I was to wear nothing but my birthday suit. I love being nude in front of men, but… Her father?
Eventually, I found the courage to go down to the kitchen. They were at the counter, having a coffee, chatting, and laughing. I stopped just before reaching them.
“Come in, Delisha,” Madison said. “Meet my father.”
He turned and locked eyes with me, which rarely happens with men when I am naked. Hell, it rarely happens, even when I am dressed!
When I am in the nude, they usually look at my tits right away, then go down to the tiny triangle of blonde pubic hair above my vulva. If I am wearing clothes which typically means a sundress, they look at my long hair, my boobs, my nipples because they are always visible since I never wear a bra, and my legs. Otherwise, some men particularly like my feet, especially in high heels.
In any case, he locked eyes with me for a while and then inspected the rest of the naked blonde woman in front of him. I could feel his eyes caressing my perky breasts, my belly button, my legs… For some reason, the eyes of an old man on my naked skin always make me hot and wet. It’s been like this since I was a teenager. I don’t fully know why. But they seem to appreciate the view of a young nude woman more than boys my age do.
He got up, came to me, grabbed me by the waist, and hugged me tightly. My bare nipples were squeezed against his shirt, and I could feel a hard cock pressing on my belly.
I’m used to old men having erections around me. At first, I wondered how that was possible because I thought erectile dysfunction was common as a man gets older, but then I found out that many of them take a daily dose of Cialis, making their cock ready for action. That explains why I often had a lot of fun with old cocks!
He let go of me as Madison handed me a cup of coffee and invited me to sit at the counter with them. They were talking business. Both Darnell and Madison work with her dad in the family business based in New York. They also have an office in Miami.
I didn’t listen much. I was busy being self-conscious of my naked tits pointing at Madison’s daddy, and he was also pretty aware of them as he stared repeatedly while talking with my friends.
“The two of you are like twins,” her father suddenly said. “Except for the hair, of course!”
He was still looking at my naked breasts, and I blushed, which is something rare for me. There was quite a contrast between my blonde, curly, long hair and his daughter’s dark, straight, short hair, but otherwise, we were like twins with the same breast, body, and shoe size. It was convenient. I never brought clothes to her place. I simply pick in Madison’s stuff — not that I usually wear much of anything when I’m there. But I wear her high heel shoes a lot. I feel more naked in high heels than barefoot, and their male friends love “the naked blonde in high heels” when they visit.
In any case, this was morning coffee time, and we were all barefoot. It’s Florida, after all!
Madison smirked while looking back and forth at her father and me. “You like her, don’t you?”
“What’s not to like?” her father replied. “A young, blonde, a 10… Nude! Maybe I should start working from here! Darnell, you’re a lucky man!”
Darnell strategically shrugged and stayed out of the conversation.
“Still going deep sea fishing with your club of old timers this afternoon?” Madison asked. “Bring her!”
Her father’s jaw dropped.
“What?” Madison added, laughing. “My Father’s Day gift to you! Damn, good thing since I haven’t gone shopping yet, and I’m sure you have enough ties and socks…”
Then, turning to me, Madison added: “See? Owning your pussy will make me save money!”
“Does she have a say in this?” her dad asked.
“Nope!” Madison replied. “She’s mine. Besides, she enjoys being used so… You know… Impress your buddies!”
Her father seemed skeptical. Madison asked me to kneel in front of him and beg him. Of course, I obeyed.
“Please use my body and share it with your friends in any way you want! Please?”
“Wow! Well… What wouldn’t I do to please my daughter?”
Then Darnell reminded us I was committed to being naked until the 4th of July and, therefore, he could bring me, but I had to remain in the nude. And so he did.
Madison gave him the keys to the SUV she had given me as a gift. It was no problem getting in there naked since their property was well-fenced. I wondered about the marina, though. But that didn’t happen since we joined three of his buddies at a private house with a deep-sea fishing boat in the backyard. Sorry to disappoint you! No stranger seeing me walking naked in a marina.
There’s a reason they say Fort Lauderdale is the Venice of America!
His three friends were rather surprised. He was beaming, repeating continuously that I was a Father’s Day gift.
They all had white hair—for the little hair that was left on these skulls. Madison’s father looked in shape, but the other three old men had big beer bellies, which has always been fine with me. The older and uglier the man is, the more excited he gets about using my body, and I can feel that energy when he touches or penetrates me.
Once the excitement of seeing a naked young woman passed, they quickly got the boat on its way through the Intracoastal, during which I stayed inside, and later, off to sea, where I went to suntan on the bow. The hired captain barely looked at me, which was a disappointment. I guess he must have seen a lot of wild stuff while captaining in South Florida.
I’m not the only naked or barely dressed young woman around here! Go to South Beach if you don’t believe me. Sugar daddies and trophy girlfriends are quite common.
It wasn’t a flat sea, but it was fairly calm. Of course, as a scuba diving instructor, I am used to being at sea. And I never get seasick. I am glad my daddy’s friend offered me his condo in South Florida a couple of years ago. My life has changed so much since then. Tropical weather is the best weather for an exhibitionist.
Once I noticed they had started fishing, I figured I should go to the stern if I wanted memories of being used by four old men. So I joined them, doing the best catwalk I could while barefoot on a rocking boat. And I got rewarded with four pairs of eyes watching my every move.
“So… What does a Father’s Day gift… girl… naked girl do?” one of them asked.
“Anything we want, I was told,” Madison’s dad replied.
They kept staring at me but did nothing else, so I went to Madison’s father, kneeled in front of him, pushed his shorts down, cupped his old dangling balls with my left hand, and licked the top of his penis. He froze, and so did his friends. So I kept working on the cock in front of me, sucking, stroking, licking until he ejaculated into my mouth. I kept all the gooey stuff on my tongue and looked around with my mouth open to make sure they all could see it before swallowing.
“Fuck, man!” one guy exclaimed. “I never thought I would find it hot to see you come, man!” They all laughed nervously.
“Who’s next?” I asked. The three old friends remained immobile like statues while Madison’s father pulled his shorts back on.
“Come on, guys!” I continued. “When was the last time you had a girl’s body to play with?”
“Fuck! I never did!” one guy replied, pushing his shorts down.
And that is what I love about having sex with old men. I am a treat to them — a candy they didn’t think they would get to enjoy again for the rest of their life.
“I’m married!” another guy announced.
“So?” I said. “We’re not making love. We’re not even having sex. I am a sex toy. You masturbate even if you’re married, don’t you? So masturbate while using my body!”
I could see a cock growing inside the pants of the ‘married’ man, and it made me want him, but first, I took care of the one who had dropped his pants.
And that’s how my life was for a while on Saturday: on my knees, on a rocking boat, sucking old cocks, licking low-dangling balls, eating sperm, and pulling pubic hair out of my mouth.
At one point, they had come twice in my mouth and were focused on fishing while I was sitting in a fisherman’s highchair, enjoying the caress of the sun and the wind on my naked body. That’s when Madison’s dad showed me where Madison had gotten her wild genes!
He asked me to lean backward and put my feet on the side of the boat. He then took a fishing rod and pressed the handle against my vaginal lips.
“Hold her,” he asked.
One of his old-timer buddies grabbed my shoulders and held me while my head fell further down and my vulva further up. Madison’s father then slowly pushed the fishing rod handle inside my pussy.
Wow! My head was between the other guy’s legs, my naked feet pushing on the side of a rocking boat, and my friend’s daddy trying to use my pussy to hold a fishing rod. Wow! Simply wow! It was hot, though. That’s how kinky I like it.
“Hold it there,” Madison’s dad ordered me after getting it a few inches inside of me. In the past, I had been with guys pushing beer bottles inside my pussy to give flavor to the neck, they had said, but I had little experience with putting other foreign objects in my vagina.
I contracted my vaginal muscles as tight as I could to hold the rod inside of me. He let it go, and the rod stayed there! I could feel it slip away, though.
“Push it more in!” I yelled. He did, visibly excited that I wanted to play along. That gave me more contact with the fishing rod handle. I’ve had plenty of experience milking cocks with my vaginal walls as a sex toy since I started having sex as a teenager, and it helped me on that day. Practice makes perfect!
“Hmm… Interesting fishing rod holder!” I heard a man say behind me. It was the captain. “Where can I buy one? Or a few?”
“Talk to my daughter,” Madison’s dad replied, laughing.
Of course, I couldn’t hold it forever, unfortunately, and everybody got back to what they were doing while I continued to enjoy the caress of the sun, wind, saltwater splashes, and old men’s eyes on my naked tits and ass.
Eventually, they caught a fish and pulled it aboard, tied its tail to a small crane, and lifted it for pictures. It was a big fish, and I was sad. As a scuba diver, I enjoy the underwater world, and my only ‘catch’ is pictures. It was as if a friend of mine was hanging on that crane.
I was distracted by these sad thoughts when I realized they were talking about me, saying they had caught a big fish and a mermaid. Then, one guy suggested hanging me by my feet for pictures as well.
“No picture!” I insisted while they brought the fish down. My concern was about not being photographed in a compromising position. Hearing men discussing how they could beat up my blonde flesh was normal!
Madison’s father grabbed my hand and pulled me over the cable attached to the crane, then kneeled and wrapped the cable around my ankles. I was stunned! Meanwhile, he was a gentleman with my ankles… He removed his t-shirt and used it as a buffer between the cable and my skin while another guy started reeling the cable in.
“Better go down on your back!” he said. I did, and soon, I felt the cable tightening further around my ankles and my feet being lifted. First thing I knew, I was hanging upside down where the fish had been a few minutes earlier, my long hair mopping the dirty, smelly deck, my boobs hanging toward my head, and my pussy close to the old men’s faces.
It hurt like hell, but I didn’t want to use my safe word. About a month earlier, a macho New Yorker had hung me by my feet with my head in the ocean, and I had used my safe word to put an end to hit — because I needed to breathe.
Breathing had been a good reason to use my safe word. But my ankles hurting, my feet getting numb, and my head becoming dizzy were not good enough reasons for me. Since the incident with the New Yorker, I had trained with an inversion table in order to become a better fuck doll, and therefore, I was sure I could remain upside down for a long period of time or at least try.
Besides the pain, dizziness, and numbness, I had an intense rush of adrenaline — or maybe it was actually because of it.
It was like a perfect storm of pleasure for me. I was restrained and vulnerable while surrounded by four old men having fun with my fully exposed body. My hair was mopping fish residue on the boat deck, making me less than human, while the sun, the wind, and splashes of sea water were caressing my skin.
On top of that, there was a special look on their faces. They seemed quite excited by the view. I can’t tell for sure, but it seems to me that men are more excited about degrading a blonde woman than a non-blonde one.
Madison’s father pushed two fingers inside my pussy while caressing my clit with his thumb, just like Darnell had done in bed that morning.
“No orgasm until the 4th of July,” I pleaded.
Wasn’t that funny? I was more concerned about respecting my commitment to Madison & Darnell than by the fact I was held upside down like a fish by four guys on a deep-sea fishing boat. I guess my conversion to an absolute submissive fuck toy was complete.
Eventually, they let me down, and yes, my ankles still hurt on this Monday morning, and I have bruises.
Once we were back at the friend’s house and we got off the boat, we didn’t go home. Instead, the four old men enjoyed more beer in the backyard, admiring the fish they had caught. Madison’s father asked me to sit where all of them could see my young, nude body, and that’s still how I was when the sun got down.
For dinner, they got pizza, and when one guy tried to feed me, Madison’s father stopped him, saying that I only eat sperm based on what his daughter had told him.
Gosh! Madison was really not giving up on that obsession of feeding me mostly with sperm. But if any of you guys and gals wonder, my stomach got used to it. I mean, I’ve always loved the taste and texture of sperm. It’s as comforting as hot milk to me. But I had never swallowed it in truckloads as I do at Madison’s! At first, I needed to eat crackers when overdosing on that gooey stuff, but nowadays, I’m fine. Just drop it in my mouth! As time goes by, I am becoming even more of a perfect cock-pleasuring sex toy and a spermivore.
One guy asked Madison’s dad when he had to bring the sex toy back to the store.
“Hmm… I don’t know! My daughter didn’t say!”
They all agreed to keep me overnight at the mansion. I heard him call Madison to say he would be back only on Father’s Day morning.
And that was the beginning of a busy night for me. I think that under the right circumstances, old Cialis-loaded penises can have more stamina than young ones. I didn’t get much sleep. They each had a bedroom and established a routine. Once one guy was done with me, he would kick me out of the bedroom and yell something like, “Open slut to fuck.” Another guy would yell for me to join him. And there was plenty of yelling, I can tell you that. Of course, I always went to Madison’s father as a priority, then rotated between the other guys.
For most of these guys, it was all about fucking me in the pussy and the mouth. They were not big on the ass. That’s another observation I have made over the last few months. It seems like fucking my ass is more of a thing for younger men. It must be a generation thing.
Eventually, I got kicked out of a room, and nobody yelled for me, so I joined Madison’s dad in bed. He was snoring. I set myself the way I like it: my head on his shoulder, my hand on his white chest hair, my leg over his leg, and my knee touching his balls.
I slept well for the little sleep time I got.
I woke up with Madison’s dad’s white head between my legs. He was actively eating my young pussy.
“No orgasm,” I yelled. Once again, my first reaction was to ensure I would obey what I was told to do, not enjoy myself. Am I a good little sex slave, or what?
“Then don’t!” he replied. “But that’s my breakfast. God, you’re delicious!”
I worked hard at ‘not coming’. A good clit job is what gets me off, and that old man was doing great down there. Fortunately for me, he stopped and pushed his cock inside of me, then ejaculated pretty quickly. It came to a hair of me failing my commitment!
We didn’t stay for breakfast. We walked out without seeing any of his buddies. I don’t even know if they were still at the house.
We drove back under a sunny Florida sky with my naked body as hidden as possible in the back seat. I’m an exhibitionist, but I really don’t want a lewd behavior legal record in my file. I’m sure I’ll get one eventually, but… Let’s make sure it is really worth it when it happens!
Father’s Day Sunday was much quieter. Madison and her dad spent a fair amount of time together before he headed back to NYC in the late afternoon. I mostly enjoyed the pool with Darnell, who wanted to hear all the details of my deep-sea fishing expedition.
I took time to call my dad for Father’s Day, and that was strange. I wanted to tell my dad all about my Father’s Day activities but didn’t feel like going over it on the phone. I always shared my sex life with mom and dad. But on that day, I wondered what kind of kinky activities my dad had done that I was unaware of!
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