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My Nude Young Female Body Put On Display For 31 Old Men To Touch
I was put on display & I submitted to a group of old scuba divers for them to enjoy touching every part of my body, including my bald pussy, young tits & smooth firm buttocks. [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.
As I stood there, the cool breeze brushing against my exposed flesh, I felt a perverse sense of satisfaction. The 14 old men had led me into the restaurant, my young female body nude from head to toe, tethered by a collar and leash. My feet and clitoris throbbed in pain from the lessons the old men had given me to break me and make me accept to be their sex slave for the week. They own me now. And the exhibitionist in me reveled in the attention. All around the room, the conversation had ceased as 17 other divers stared, their eyes filled with lust and hunger.
“Damn, look at this blonde bombshell,” one of the strangers muttered, his gaze locked onto my heaving breasts.
“Fuck yeah,” another chimed in, leering at my fully waxed pussy.
Conversations have been abridged to make them flow easier for you, and well… Because my memory is not perfect, especially when I am naked in front of 31 old men!
My mind swam with their words, my submissive nature awakening. Instead of feeling ashamed or humiliated, I felt an intoxicating mix of fear and arousal. This was what I craved — to be objectified, desired, and consumed by bestial old men. And so few men were willing to indulge me. This was a week in paradise for me.
The 14 men who owned me for the week gathered around a few tables, discussing their plans for their fuck doll. Unable to eat anything but sperm all week, I listened to their crude whispers and suggestions.
“Let’s have her climb on the table, spread her legs wide, and make a show of it,” one suggested, his voice raspy with hunger.
“Damn right,” another agreed, rubbing his hands together. “We should let everyone see what a gorgeous fucktoy we’ve got here.”
Others argued that I should be made to crawl beneath the tables, servicing their cocks while they ate.
Finally, they decided to place me as an exhibit atop a table.
As some of the 14 men who owned me began arranging a table for me, the other 17 strangers couldn’t help but comment on my body — my firm boobs, my smooth-waxed pussy, my toned body shining with sweat.
“Fuck, look at those tits,” one man said, his breath heavy with lust.
“Her ass looks so inviting, too,” another added, his eyes locked on my bare buttocks. “Can you imagine slapping those cheeks as you ram your cock deep inside her?”
“Christ, she’s like fucking Aphrodite,” a third whispered, unable to tear his gaze away from my exposed slit. “I bet she tastes like heaven.”
Soon, I found myself being guided onto a table by the rough hands owning my body. One of them commanded, “Get on your knees, babe, but spread ’em wide.” I complied, feeling the cold surface of the table beneath me as I positioned myself to fully expose my bald, young pussy to the leering gazes of 31 old men.
“Arch your back, girl,” another man ordered, his eyes fixed on my perky breasts. I did as I was told, pushing my chest out, accentuating my firm tits while the men around me licked their lips in anticipation of a full week of deprave sexual fun for them.
“Now, look down and don’t make eye contact with any of us unless we tell you to,” Harvey instructed, his voice stern. I nodded and lowered my gaze, focusing on the floor as if it held all the answers to life’s mysteries.
As I knelt there, exposed and vulnerable, I could hear the other 17 men, some of whom were discovering my nude body for the first time. Their voices carried excitement and arousal that sent shivers down my spine.
“Jesus Christ, would you look at that babe?” one man exclaimed, his voice filled with awe. “She’s like a fucking wet dream come true.”
“Those tits are just… perfect,” another commented, his words laced with lust. “Can you imagine seeing them bouncing while you fuck her?”
“Her tiny pussy looks so tight and… Gosh, erotic,” a third chimed in, his longing obvious.
Their words only fueled my desire to be objectified and used by these men. I reveled in their admiration, knowing that my nude body was the center of attention and the focus of their raw desires. My body. Me.
Since my teenage years, I’ve always enjoyed being nude, especially around old men. And I’ve made sure it happened frequently! But to do it under the sun of a tropical island was bringing it up a notch.
As the 14 men who owned me and the 17 other scuba divers gobbled their lunch, my body remained on display like a delectable dessert. I had accepted my defeat, knowing that I was now nothing more than a sex pet — correction, a sex slave — to be objectified and used for their pleasure. My mind didn’t even entertain the idea of protest; I was a submissive toy for them to use and admire.
“Damn,” one of the 17 muttered between bites, his gaze fixated on my exposed pussy. “I’ve never seen anything so fucking perfect.”
His words, not mine!
“Can you imagine what it feels like to be inside her?” another chimed in, licking his lips as he stared at my naked form. Their crude words only fueled my desire to serve as their ultimate sex object.
After everyone had finished eating, they naturally gravitated toward me, encircling the table like a pack of hungry wolves. The air buzzed with curiosity and arousal as the 17 other male scuba divers questioned my owners about how this all came to be.
“Seriously, how did you guys arrange this?” one of the 17 asked. “We were told there’d be a college girl getting nude all week as some wild school project, but we never thought she’d be this stunning. She’s like a goddamn Playboy Playmate!”
“Right place, right time,” Fred replied smugly, stroking my hair possessively. “Seriously, Delisha is actually the one who organized the trip. She recruited us!”
I felt a thrill run through me at his words, knowing that my behavior was shocking to so many of them. So few people understand — and even fewer accept — my sexual needs.
“Her body is just… incredible,” a man from the 17 commented, his eyes roving over me hungrily. “I can’t believe how firm and perky her tits are. And that ass… God, I’d love to spank it.”
“Everything about her is perfect,” another agreed, his gaze lingering on my bald pussy. “How is she in the sack? I bet she’s wild.”
Their lewd comments continued as they inspected every inch of me, admiring and lusting after my body as if I were a priceless work of art. And in a way, I was — an erotic masterpiece crafted to fulfill their deepest, darkest desires.
Through it all, I kept my gaze lowered, obediently following Harvey’s instructions to never look any man in the eyes unless ordered to. My submission only added to their excitement.
My body ached from being immobile for so long as an erotic centerpiece, but I didn’t dare move or complain. I’d been beaten into submission, and my purpose now was to provide amusement for these old men. They devoured me with their eyes, and I reveled in the feeling of being objectified.
Conversations between the 17 other scuba divers grew more animated as they discussed what they’d witnessed so far. Those who had seen me being spit-roasted earlier on the dive boat eagerly shared details with those who hadn’t.
“Man, you should’ve seen her,” one of them said, his voice filled with excitement. “She was like a wild animal, taking both cocks without any hesitation. Her mouth wrapped around one while the other pounded her tight pussy. It was amazing.”
“Fuck, I wish I’d seen that,” another chimed in, clearly aroused by the image.
“Her tiny pussy looked so fucking good stretched around a cock,” a third added, licking his lips. “And the sounds she made… God, it was like music to my ears.”
As they described me in such crude terms, a part of me felt degraded, but another part — the darker, twisted side — craved their approval.
Among the 17 men who were new to the experience, discussions centered around their surprise at discovering the nudity experiment included sex and how utterly entranced they were by my model-like body. They said it, not me!
“Her tits are just perfect,” one man commented, staring openly at my chest. “They’re so firm and perky like they’re defying gravity.”
“Her ass is a work of art, too,” another agreed, his hand making a lewd-grabbing motion in the air.
“Never seen a bald pussy like that before,” a third man said, his gaze fixated on my exposed sex. “It’s like she was made for fucking.”
I was so thrilled by these last words. For a long time now, I’ve been thinking and saying that my body was specifically designed to be a fuck doll, and finding men who agreed with me was a delight.
“Look, boys,” Harvey, one of the 14 men who owned me for the week, announced to the other scuba divers, “feel free to touch her anywhere you want. We own her body and soul, but we’re more than happy to share her skin.”
As if on cue, the 17 other men’s hands reached out to explore my flesh. I felt a shiver of anticipation and anxiety running through me, unsure of what to expect.
“Her ass is so smooth,” a man chanted, caressing my buttocks with a lewd grin on his face before adding a slap with a sting that only added to my intoxicating mix of pain and pleasure.
“Bet this tight pussy feels amazing around a cock,” a third man observed, his fingers daring to graze over my sensitive folds. I bit my lip, struggling not to react to their crude remarks and how casually they were touching my pussy.
“Man, just look at her nipples,” another diver said, pinching and twisting them as I tried to stifle a moan. “I’d love to suck on those.”
The men continued to grope and fondle every inch of my body, their vulgarity growing by the minute, as is often the case when men are in a group. Their hands roamed my skin, leaving behind marks as they reveled in my humiliation and submission.
“Her belly button looks so cute with that piercing,” one old man noted, poking his finger into my navel, causing me to flinch.
“And her thighs… Man! So toned,” another admired, squeezing them with a firm grip. “Guys! Imagine these thighs wrapped around your waist.”
“Even her feet are sexy,” a third diver mused, lifting one of my legs to inspect my delicate toes and arches.
“Come on, boys, don’t be shy!” one of the older men who claimed ownership over me shouted to the others who had not touched me yet. “We’re all friends here, and we’ve got a beautiful piece of meat to share.”
“Exactly,” another chimed in, his eyes locked onto my exposed pussy.
The other men, their eyes filled with lustful hunger, moved in, their hands reaching out to finally explore every inch of my body.
As I felt rough fingers dig into my tender flesh, I felt a perverse ecstasy at being treated like a mere object for their twisted desires. My mind raced with thoughts of how they could use me, each touch sending shivers down my spine as I imagined what dirty thoughts they had.
“Damn, her tits are perfect,” one man muttered, squeezing my firm breasts roughly before pinching my sensitive nipples.
“Look at that tight ass,” another growled, slapping my buttocks hard enough to leave a stinging red mark.
As they continued to inspect me, probing my most intimate areas as if they were shopping for a fuck doll, I could only focus on their crude words and actions. Each comment and touch fueled my desire to be abused and degraded, knowing that I existed solely for their carnal pleasure.
Harvey’s order had made me immobile, unable to resist or react as the hands of strangers continued to run over my exposed flesh. And my boobs were popular!
“Look at those tits,” one man said, reaching out and roughly squeezing my breasts. His fingers pinched and twisted my nipples, causing me to bite my lip in a mix of pain and pleasure. “So firm and… bouncy just enough.”
“Her stomach is so flat,” another remarked, running his hand along the curve of my waist and down to my hips. “Perfect for holding onto while you pound her from behind.”
“Absolutely,” a third agreed, moving his attention to my ass. He slapped it hard, making me gasp as the sting vibrated through my sensitive skin. “And this ass… it’s like it was made for spanking.”
31 men around me laughed, exchanging crude comments about what they’d do to me as they took turns exploring every inch of my body. Some played with my long blonde hair, winding it around their fingers and tugging at it, while others traced the contours of my nose and cheeks. My feet weren’t spared either, as they caressed and squeezed them, admiring their delicate shape.
I felt a rush of adrenaline coursing through me as the men continued to examine me like some curious, erotic relic. Since I started exploring my sexuality as a teenager, I have fantasized about moments like this, craving for old men to objectify me completely, giving no thought to my humanity. I had the chance to experience it a few times, but the atmosphere on this tropical island was making it more satisfying.
At prior sex parties that I attended, I often had to insist and sometimes even beg the men to use me as their plaything unless my friend Madison was there to coach them. But not here. Here I was thoroughly objectified, a source of amusement meant only for their depraved pleasure. They were not afraid to be rough and even violent. The intensity of the situation sent my senses reeling, and I couldn’t help but crave more and more depraved exploration in the coming days; little did I know that the rest of the day would, in itself, be a challenge.
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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