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My Sadistic Friend Tested How Committed I Was to Worshipping Old Cocks and Balls
“Can you imagine what it’ll be like to find their small dicks hidden beneath those massive beer bellies?”
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.
I shivered with anticipation as I stood in front of a small house in a quiet suburb of Miami, knowing that Amara had set up this weekend for me. She wanted to test my professed devotion to worshipping old cocks and balls. We argued about how far I was willing to go to make old men feel like their cocks were gods to me.
“Welcome, Delisha,” Amara greeted me with a wicked grin as she opened the door. “You know what to do.”
Without a word, I began to undress, letting my clothes fall to the floor, leaving me completely naked. I embraced my nudity, fully aware that I was merely a sex object for Amara. My nipples hardened like pebbles in anticipation of the pleasure I was about to experience from exposing my body to the hungry eyes of a new group of old men.
“Good girl,” Amara cooed, leading me into the living room where six men in their 70s and 80s were waiting. Amara had warned me that she would assemble a group of ugly-looking men, and she sure delivered!
“Delisha, meet your new playmates… owners,” Amara said with a devilish grin. They looked even more unattractive than I had imagined — wrinkled faces, beer bellies, and unkempt hair. “I know you love worshipping old cocks, so I thought this would be an interesting challenge for you.”
I smiled and walked over to the middle of the living room, my tits swaying, my ass bouncing. I sat on the coffee table, my pussy just inches from their faces.
“Hello, gentlemen,” I greeted them, making sure to maintain eye contact despite my nakedness. They looked at me with ravenous eyes, their unattractive faces filled with lust. I could feel their desire for me, and it fueled my own perverse cravings.
“Look at these old bastards, Delisha,” Amara said, gesturing toward the men. “Can you imagine what it’ll be like to find their small dicks hidden beneath those massive bellies?”
She clearly had explained to these men the reason she had recruited them because they didn’t flinch at any of her derogatory statements toward them — all weekend! I guess they were just happy to have my young, naked body to play with. Or Amara had been very persuasive. Either way!
So my mind raced with anticipation, and I felt my arousal growing despite their ugliness. “I’m here to serve,” I replied, a mischievous smile on my face.
Conversations are obviously recalled from memory, so they may not be entirely accurate, but you get the gist of it.
“Alright, guys,” Amara instructed them. “Put on your tightest underwear and head outside to the backyard. I want you all to sweat in the sun, really build up that stench before Delisha gets to worship the gods between your legs.”
The men obeyed without hesitation, leaving the room to change and head outdoors. Amara turned to me, her eyes filled with sadistic delight. “In the meantime, I want you to stand naked on that picnic table outside, like a nude sculpture, so they can admire your flawless body while they get themselves ready for you.”
“I’m just a sex object here for their entertainment, right?” I asked coyly, already knowing the answer.
“Exactly,” Amara confirmed with a smirk. “Now go out there and show them their new toy.”
As I walked outside, I could feel the sun beating down on my exposed skin, emphasizing my vulnerability and arousal. I climbed onto the picnic table and struck a pose, my body on full display for the old men as they lounged in the backyard, already starting to sweat in their tight underwear.
I could feel their eyes on me as I stood there, my legs slightly spread, revealing my shaved pussy to them. The thought of these old, unattractive men admiring my body and anticipating using me for their pleasure only served to fuel my desire. Each one of them could be my grandfather, and some of them, my great-grandfather!
“Are you ready for this, Delisha?” Amara asked from her perch on the patio, watching me intently.
“More than ready,” I replied with determination. “Let me show you how well I can worship these old, sweaty cocks.”
“Good girl,” Amara praised. “It’s time to put your spermivore skills to the test. Start with the oldest man and work your way down.”
I nodded, my heart pounding in my chest as I stepped down from the picnic table, my body still glistening with sweat under the hot sun. I approached the first man, a wrinkled, balding man with a nose like a beak and a leathery complexion. His belly protruded over his waistband, and I could already smell the sour tang of his sweaty crotch.
“Ready for some fun, Sir?” I asked him teasingly as I reached for his belt, undoing it with practiced ease. His eyes met mine, filled with anticipation and a hint of curiosity. I could tell he’d never had someone like me before, so eager to please him despite his age and unattractiveness.
I pulled down his pants and then his tight underwear, revealing the first old cock of the weekend. The smell hit me immediately: a pungent mix of sweat, urine, and stale muskiness that lingered in my nostrils. But it was nothing new for me; I often found myself pulling down men’s pants after a workday when their genitals reeked from being enclosed and sweating all day. It makes me feel like a sex object, and I love it!
I closed my eyes briefly, taking in the odorous scent, and felt an undeniable thrill surge through me.
“You like that, don’t you?” the old man asked with a chuckle, clearly amused by my reaction.
“More than you know,” I replied, unable to suppress a smile. I got down on my knees, positioned myself in front of his crotch, and took a moment to admire the sight before me: a hairy, wrinkled, and visibly dirty cock that was just begging for attention.
“Here we go,” I murmured to myself, leaning forward and wrapping my lips around the head of his shaft. The taste was as intense as the smell — a powerful combination of bitterness and saltiness that only seemed to heighten my arousal. My tongue darted out, swirling around the tip, collecting the grime that had accumulated there.
“God, you’re amazing,” the old man moaned appreciatively, his hands gripping my head as I worshiped his filthy member. I couldn’t help but agree — few things excited me more than being used and shared like a sex toy, a dirty little fuck doll for old men to enjoy.
As I continued to massage his cock with my mouth, savoring the repulsive taste and smell, I couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in my perverse addiction. This was who I was, an unapologetic spermivore and spermaholic who reveled in her role as a sexual object, especially for aged, unappealing men. It was disgusting, perhaps, but it was also undeniably thrilling, and I wouldn’t have had it any other way.
“Wow, I bet you’ve got some stories to tell with this old thing,” I said seductively, running my fingertips along the shaft before taking it back into my mouth.
“Damn, girl,” the man rasped, a hint of surprise in his voice. “You really do love sucking cocks, don’t you?”
“Old ones. More than anything,” I replied, my eyes locked onto his as I continued my oral ministrations. I moved on to his balls, licking each one while ignoring the foul taste, making sure to devote equal attention to both. I could hear Amara’s laughter and the approving murmurs of the other men.
“Good girl,” Amara praised me as I approached the next man in line. “You’re doing such a good job. Keep going.”
As I continued to work my way through the lineup of old, unattractive men, their cocks hidden beneath layers of fat and surrounded by forests of pubic hair, I couldn’t help but feel a perverse sense of pride with each satisfied moan that escaped their lips. Despite the repulsive smells and tastes assaulting my senses, I knew that I was giving these men a thrill they hadn’t felt in years — if ever. And, more importantly, I was proving my worth as a submissive, abused slut for Amara’s amusement.
“Look at you go, Delisha,” Amara taunted, her voice dripping with sadistic delight. “I knew you were addicted to worshipping old cocks and balls, but this is truly impressive.”
“Thank you, Amara,” I whispered between mouthfuls, my voice hoarse but filled with determination. “I’ll do anything to prove my devotion to you and these godly rods.”
They laughed, looking satisfied with my answer.
“See? Told ya she was a masochist,” Amara commented smugly.
When it was time for the fourth man, I got an added surprise.
“Let’s see how far we can push her with some real filth,” he announced with a hearty chuckle. They all surrounded me as he unzipped his pants, revealing a gnarly, old cock covered in what looked like days, if not weeks, of dried semen and sweat. The smell was overpowering, but I couldn’t resist. It made me even more submissive and excited. I eagerly took it into my mouth, sucking as hard as I could to clean it off and show my dedication to pleasing these men who owned my body for a weekend.
“I said dirty, but damn,” Amara observed while giggling, “this is great!”
The other men watched intently, their eyes dark with lust as they watched their friend’s cock slide deeper into my throat. I sucked hard, feeling the veins pulse against the back of my tongue, tasting the bitter cum and precum mixed together. I love this kind of treatment; it makes me feel alive, desired, and wanted.
Once I had swallowed the fourth man’s load, another one ordered, “Delisha, stand up. Let us see you again.”
I stood up slowly, feeling their eyes roaming over my young, nude female body like hungry wolves. My nipples were hard from the attention and anticipation of what would come next. Amara pushed me towards another man who began squeezing my ass cheeks apart roughly before plunging a finger into my tight pussy.
“You’re soaking wet,” he commented with disgust. My juices coated his finger as he worked it in and out of me roughly, making me gasp for air. It felt so good to be used this way. To know that these men wanted nothing more than to degrade me like this. I loved every second of it.
“Damn, I can’t wait to fuck that tight little pussy,” one man muttered, his withered hand reaching out to stroke my smooth mound.
“Wait!” Amara interjected sharply, her fiery eyes locked on the group before her. “You’re all here for one purpose: to have your old, dirty cocks and balls worshipped by Delisha’s mouth. She’s not going to get fucked this weekend. She’s just a mouth you own for the weekend. And she’s definitely not allowed to have an orgasm.”
My heart raced with excitement at Amara’s words. Being objectified, used, and shared like this thrilled me beyond belief. That girl knows how to tap into my deepest desires and turn them into reality.
“Alright, we remember,” another man grumbled, adjusting his half-hard cock in anticipation. “Let’s see what this slutty mouth can do.”
The weekend was about worshipping cocks and balls with my mouth, and the fifth man soon grabbed my hair and pulled my head back, exposing my neck. “Taste my cum, bitch,” he grunted. Without asking twice, I opened my mouth and took in the salty pre-cum liquid, licking his hard, smelly rod.
Once all six gods had been worshipped, I was dizzy from the smell of old balls and sweat. My hair hung limply in front of my eyes as I looked up at them through half-closed lids. Semen was dripping down my chin and onto my tits, leaving a sticky mess between my perky, young breasts.
As I knelt there, surrounded by the six old men, my naked body seemed to gleam like a beacon of youth and sensuality amid their aged, wrinkled forms. I couldn’t help but marvel at the contrast between our bodies. It was striking.
I thought about the hours I regularly spend shaving and waxing every inch of my smooth skin, except for my long, blonde hair — knowing well that men adore the feel of silky flesh beneath their callused hands. The countless sessions at the gym, sculpting my young body into a sinuous, desirable vessel for their carnal desires. I work tirelessly on my physique, ensuring my belly remains taut and toned, the very image of youth and vitality that men lust after. My entire existence felt like a perpetual offering to my gods — a piece of meat designed to get cocks hard.
My mind swirled with excitement, for I knew I would have a full weekend of being objectified, used, shared, and abused — all without a single moment of physical pleasure for myself. It was this knowledge, this complete submission to their desires, that ignited a fire within me.
As I continued to observe the men around me, I further noticed the stark differences between us. Their fat, protruding bellies were a far cry from my flat, firm abdomen, highlighting how little effort they needed to put into their own physical appearance when it came to sex. It was almost laughable, yet it only served to make me feel even more like a sex object, on my knees, ready to serve.
Even more striking was the unkempt state of their genitals, the thick, tangled pubic hair surrounding their cocks standing in direct contrast to my meticulously waxed pussy. My female body existed solely for their pleasure, while they had no need to prepare themselves for sexual acts. It was my purpose to satisfy their base desires, and it thrilled me to know that I was willingly subjecting myself to such degradation in a one-way street.
“Alright, boys,” Amara called out to the men, a wicked grin spreading across her face. “For the second round, I think it’s time to make things even more interesting for our little cum bucket here. I want you all to find ways to make your cocks and balls even dirtier and smellier than before. Let’s see just how devoted she is to worshipping you.”
The men exchanged glances, smirks forming on their wrinkled faces as they began to brainstorm disgusting new ways to challenge me. One man rubbed his crotch against the dirty ground, while another wiped his sweaty genitals with an old, musty towel. A third man grabbed a handful of mud from a nearby puddle and smeared it onto his pubes, making them sticky and filthy.
“Delisha, my dear,” Amara said, eyeing me hungrily. “You’d better brace yourself for what’s coming next.”
As I watched the men prepare themselves, I felt a mix of repulsion and excitement well up within me. These vile, unattractive old men were pushing the limits of my devotion, but the thought of proving myself to Amara only made me more determined to please them.
“Alright, Delisha,” Amara commanded. “Show these men just how badly you crave their disgusting cocks and balls.”
With unwavering resolve, I approached the first man for a second round. His cock was now covered in muddy, gritty filth. I took a deep breath and slowly lowered my head, my tongue gingerly reaching out to taste the revolting mixture of dirt and sweat. The gritty texture scraped against my tongue, causing me to shudder involuntarily.
“Good girl,” Amara cooed, clearly enjoying my discomfort. “Don’t forget those hairy balls, too.”
Taking Amara’s command to heart, I went on to lick the man’s balls, feeling the coarse, matted pubic hair brush against my cheeks and lips. The sensation of the wet, tangled hair in my mouth was both nauseating and strangely exhilarating.
“Next,” Amara ordered, her eyes gleaming with sadistic delight.
I moved on to the second man, whose crotch reeked of stale urine from his soiled towel. Ignoring the stench that assaulted my nostrils, I wrapped my lips around his foul-smelling cock and began to suck, the tangy taste of urine filling my mouth.
“Such a dedicated little slut,” Amara murmured, watching my every move with an air of satisfaction.
One by one, I worked my way through the lineup of men, each presenting a new, disgusting challenge for me to overcome. And with each vile act, I could feel Amara’s approval fueling my desire to continue.
“Look at you, Delisha,” Amara said, her voice dripping with cruel amusement. “You so willingly degrade yourself for their pleasure. You truly are a devoted little spermivore, aren’t you?”
“I am, Amara,” I whispered between mouthfuls of filthy cocks and sweaty balls. Amara was impressed, and that made me wet.
Here I am, sitting down to write this account of events, and I’m filled with disgust at the thought of how filthy and revolting those penises were that I put in my mouth. With hindsight, I sometimes ponder why I do these things. But when I am in the moment, I can’t help myself from being a debased slut who would do anything to satisfy her overlords and their divine cocks. It is what I crave. I was born to be a dirty fuck toy.
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