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Old Cocks Spit-Roasted My Young Body In Front of Strangers & Made Me Their Dive Gear Slave
Old men made me their nude servant for dive gear while exposing my young naked boobs and pussy to strangers on the dock. [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 the dive boat sliced through the waves, making its way back to shore, I felt a pang of disappointment deep in my gut. The old men had made sure I didn’t get to dive today, punishing me for all the cock tease girls they had met in their lives. My hands were still tied tightly behind my back, my naked body on display for everyone to see.
“Look at you, Delisha,” Harvey sneered, his wrinkled hand gripping my waist as he pounded into my young juicy pussy from behind. “How does it feel to be a cock tease, now?”
“Ex-cock tease,” Theo corrected, shoving his cock deeper down my throat, cutting off my air supply for at least a minute before allowing me to gasp for breath. “She’s now just a cheap fuck toy.”
My body quivered under their rough treatment, but a dark part of me craved it. It was an unsettling mix of desire and frustration as I longed to explore the ocean’s depths while simultaneously being drawn to worshipping old cocks that were, collectively, my god and my raison d’être.
Conversations in these sex confessions have been abridged to make it flow easier for you, and well… Because my memory is not perfect, especially when I am being spit-roasted!
The boat slowed down, signaling our arrival at the dock. I could hear the captain talking to people on shore, my face instinctively burning with humiliation as I realized that we would be docking with me still in this compromising position, although, deep down, the exhibitionist in me was overjoyed.
“Give the crowd a good show,” Harvey laughed cruelly, slapping my ass hard enough to leave a red mark. “Show them what a dirty slut you are.”
“Use her harder,” Charles barked at Harvey and Theo. “Really, give those guys something to gawk at.”
As the boat came to a stop and was securely tied to the dock, I felt a thrill run down my spine. I knew there were people watching me, witnessing my degradation and abuse. But instead of shrinking away, I found myself eager to please them, sucking on Theo’s cock with renewed vigor.
“Look at her go,” Stanley chortled, his eyes gleaming with perverse delight. “She’s putting on quite the performance.”
“Bet she enjoys being our little whore,” David chimed in, grinning wickedly.
“Look at those wobbling tits,” Harvey sneered, his thrusts growing more forceful as he drove his cock deeper into my tight pussy. “That’s what a blonde girl is for.”
“Can’t get enough of it, can she?” Theo grunted, gripping my head tightly as he rammed his dick further down my throat, making me choke around his girth as he forcefully held my lips against his belly and balls. “Bet she’s been dreaming about this moment ever since we first met her.”
“Let’s give ’em a real show,” Charles suggested, a wicked smile playing on his lips. “Don’t hold back, boys. Make her scream for everyone to hear just how much she loves being our dirty fuck toy.”
Harvey and Theo took Charles’ words to heart, their actions growing rougher, more primal, as they used my body for their own twisted pleasure. I couldn’t help but feel a perverse thrill at the thought of so many people watching me like this — exposed, degraded, and utterly shameless in my desire for their approval.
“Harder,” I choked out between gasps, my voice muffled by the shaft filling my mouth. “Please… Choke me more.”
“Such a greedy little whore,” Edgar laughed, slapping my ass hard enough to leave a stinging imprint. “She just can’t get enough of our old cocks, can she?”
“Maybe we should invite some of those spectators to join in,” Bernard mused, eyeing the growing crowd on the dock with interest. “Really give our cute little Delisha here the full treatment she deserves.”
“Fuck yeah,” Fred chimed in, the excitement in his voice palpable. “Let’s see how much her tight pussy can really take.”
Their words spurred on the men currently using me as their personal fuck toy, Harvey and Theo slamming into me with renewed ferocity. I could feel my body ache under their brutal assault, but I didn’t care — all that mattered was honoring old men and worshipping their cocks and balls while becoming the ultimate object of their violent, insatiable lust.
“Take it all, you filthy little slut,” Harvey growled, gripping my hips tightly as he drove his cock home once more, his climax imminent. “Show these people just how much you love being our plaything.”
“Choke on it, you dirty whore,” Theo added, forcing my head down until I had swallowed the entire length of his throbbing member, making me choke and splutter as tears streamed down my face. “That’s it… you’re nothing but a hole for us to fill.”
The laughter of the other old men rang in my ears as I continued to be violently spit-roasted on the dive boat that was now tied to the dock. The other scuba divers at the resort had been informed of a nudity experiment by a college girl, but they hadn’t expected it to include wild sex. I could hear their shocked and excited murmurs, which only fueled my desire to pleasure the cocks that were relentlessly pounding into me.
“Look at this little whore, getting her holes destroyed,” one of the men on the dock called out crudely. “I didn’t know that was part of the definition of nudity, huh?”
“Damn,” another chimed in. “This cute blonde is putting on quite the show!”
As the strangers watched and commented on my debasement, I couldn’t help but feel a surge of energy. It mesmerized me to know that so many people were enjoying being witnesses to my utter submission, and this excitement encouraged me to suck even harder on the cock in my mouth. My throat burned from the relentless thrusts, but I didn’t care — all I wanted was to be the perfect plaything for these men.
Eventually, after what felt like an eternity, Harvey and Theo finished using me, their hot, sticky seed coating my throat and dripping from my abused pussy. As I stumbled to my feet, I saw strangers eyeing my naked body with a mix of shock and lust.
Harvey walked over and untied my hands, smirking as he did so. “Alright, Delisha, you are not allowed to dive, but you sure can unload all our dive gear and put it up to dry on those racks,” he said, gesturing to the dock.
“Great idea,” Bernard added, laughing at me, “it’ll be the closest she’ll get to scuba diving this week.”
I nodded submissively, knowing that I had no choice but to obey. Their words stung, but I knew that this was part of the humiliation I had signed up for — being stripped of my ability to dive and instead made to serve these men in every way they desired.
The old men’s laughter filled the air as they disembarked from the boat, not bothering to carry any of their dive gear. They had left that task to me, and I knew I wouldn’t disappoint them; after that, I was a scuba diving instructor. As I began to unload the scuba diving equipment, feeling the heaviness of the cylinders and the rough texture of the dripping wet wetsuits against my bare skin, my ass welcomed a stinging slap each time I passed one of the old men.
“Move that sweet little ass, babe!” Edgar barked, his hand making contact with my tender flesh. The other men chimed in, egging him on.
“Make sure she knows her place in society,” David added, grinning maliciously.
As I continued my work, I relished glancing at the new faces on the dock. Seven men, likely part of the group the general manager had mentioned to me earlier, were scrutinizing me intently. Their eyes roamed over my naked body, lingering on my tits and waxed pussy, drinking in every inch of me as if I were a piece of art on display for their amusement.
“Damn, look at that tight little body,” one of them muttered, his voice dripping with lust. “I didn’t think we’d get a show like this.”
“Can you believe it?” another man said, his eyes locked on my ass as I bent down to pick up another stinky wetsuit. “That’s the girl who’s gonna be naked all week. Fuck, she’s perfect.”
My cheeks had a natural reaction of burning with embarrassment, but deep down, I reveled in their attention. It made me feel powerful in a twisted way — knowing that I was the center of their desire, even as I served as a nude dive gear slave.
I focused on the task at hand, trying to ignore the burning pain in my muscles and the constant slaps on my ass. Each time, I gritted my teeth and reminded myself that this was all part of my role as a young woman owned by a group of old men. I was there to satisfy them, no matter the cost.
As I struggled to unload all the scuba diving gear made heavier by being still soaked in seawater, I overheard the manager talking to some of the newly arrived scuba divers on the dock. “Gentlemen, this is Delisha,” he said, gesturing toward me as I bent over to pick up another pair of fins. “She’s the one I mentioned who’ll be participating in a nude experiment for her college project.”
“Damn,” one of them whistled, eyeing my exposed body hungrily. “I heard we’d have a naked chick around, but I never expected such a stunning piece of ass.” His eyes roamed shamelessly over my curves, lingering on my breasts and, of course, between my legs.
“Yeah,” another chimed in, smirking at me as I tried to maintain my composure amidst their lewd comments. “I mean, look at those tits — they’re fucking perfect. And that pussy… Jesus, it’s like she was made for fucking.”
Heat spread through my body, a mixture of disgrace and arousal simmering under my skin. Since I started exploring my sexuality as a teenager, I always craved the idea that my body had been designed as a sex machine for men to use. Hearing an old man say it was a blessing to my ears.
As I continued to unload the dive gear, Harvey approached me, grinning wickedly. He reached out and slapped my ass hard, making me cry out in pain and surprise. “Once you’re done here, dirty girl, meet us at Victor’s cabin,” he ordered, his voice low and menacing. “We’re going to make sure you’re ready for your week as our naked little slave.”
I wiped the sweat from my brow as I continued to unload the scuba diving equipment, naked and barefoot on the rough wood of the dock. My arms ached from the weight of the equipment, but I persevered, determined not to give these men any reason to punish me further. I took one heavy item after another off the boat, feeling the sun beating down on my exposed skin and the eyes of the new male scuba divers following my every move.
“Wow,” one of them uttered, his gaze locked on my tits as they bounced with each step. “You’re really doing all of this completely naked, huh?”
“Yep,” I replied breathlessly, trying to maintain my composure as I hoisted another cylinder back to the fill station. “It’s part of an experiment for a school project.”
“An experiment?” the other man inquired, his eyes roving over my body, lingering on my smooth, bald pussy. “What kind of experiment involves being a naked slave?”
“Long story,” I admitted, shifting the weight of the cylinder while trying to protect my naked toes.
“Damn,” the first man murmured, shaking his head in disbelief. “Well, I can’t say I’m not enjoying the view.”
I grinned at him, feeling a surge of pride that even in my current state, I could still make these men weak in the knees with desire. These old men found it erotic to see a young, vulnerable, thoroughly nude chic in a crowd of dressed old men, and strangely enough, I agreed.
As I continued working, two of the male strangers approached me, their eyes fixated on my toes where the word ‘spermivore’ was painted on my toenails. “So, what does that mean?” one of them asked, curiosity piqued.
“Uh, well,” I hesitated for a moment, debating how much to share. “It means I only eat sperm.”
“Really?” the other man’s eyes widened, and he looked at me like I was some kind of exotic zoo creature. “That’s… wild.”
“Yeah,” I agreed, feeling a mix of embarrassment and satisfaction at their shocked expressions. “I guess you could say I have a pretty unique diet. But I love it!”
“Can’t argue with that,” the first man chuckled, his eyes now traveling up my legs, over my toned stomach, and finally lingering on my breasts. “But damn, if it keeps you looking this good, maybe there’s something to it.”
I couldn’t help but smile at their blatant admiration, even as I continued to unload the heavy, wet dive gear. As the men stared at me like I was some kind of nude masterpiece, I felt both exposed and empowered — a strange combination that made me crave even more attention.
As I finished unloading the last set of dive gear, I reveled in the knowledge that these strangers had seen every inch of my body from many different angles, and they wanted me. Me! My body. The thought made me feel powerful, desirable, and utterly alive — even if it meant I was still at the mercy of the 14 old men waiting for me at Victor’s cabin.
Speaking of which, I knew it was time to head to Victor’s cabin, as Harvey had instructed. The thought of what might await me there sent a shiver down my spine, but I couldn’t deny the thrill that coursed through me at the prospect of being completely naked and vulnerable in front of so many men at once — all week.
“All week,” I kept repeating in my head, ecstatic at the opportunity.
I carefully made my way through the resort, my bare feet occasionally stinging from the rough gravel on the trails. I winced with each painful step, but the discomfort was worth it — the sensation of being completely exposed, every inch of my body on display for anyone who cared to look, was intoxicating.
I know some of you think I’m weird, but I discovered the thrill of feeling the pain of walking barefoot on rocks on the sidewalk when I was 14. Yes, the thrill! I loved it! I need strong sensations to feel alive.
“Hey there, gorgeous,” a man called out as I neared the pool area. I looked over to see him lounging in a deck chair, his eyes locked on my naked young female body. “You must be Delisha, the resident spermivore.”
“Oh, you’ve heard already,” I grinned, stopping to chat despite the pain in my feet. My nipples hardened under his gaze, and I could feel the familiar ache between my legs. I loved how these strangers unabashedly stared at my tits, my pussy, my ass — every part of me that society deemed private and off-limits.
I don’t understand why nudity is such a big deal in our prudish, repressive American society. I’m for #FreeTheNipple and #FreeThePussy! But then, I also enjoy that it is. Because revealing my intimate female pieces to men who rarely get to see a young girl naked is an indescribable pleasure.
“Got any plans now?” he asked, his eyes lingering on my breasts.
“Actually, I’m meeting some friends at a cabin,” I replied coyly, knowing full well that Harvey and the others would have more than just a friendly chat in mind.
“Shame,” he sighed, clearly disappointed. “Well, if you ever find yourself with some free time, I’d love to help you with your… unique diet.”
“Thanks for the offer,” I said, giving him a sultry smile before leaving. “Maybe another time.”
As I continued my barefoot journey to Victor’s cabin, the feeling of freedom washed over me. It was a stark contrast to the confined spaces of my South Florida home, where opportunities to be nude were limited to select areas and situations. Here, on this tropical island, surrounded by lush foliage and warm ocean waves, my naked body felt right at home. I couldn’t wait to explore every part of this island in the nude — the only person in the nude!
“Damn, I’m one lucky girl,” I thought to myself, reveling in the sensation of the gentle breeze brushing against my sensitive nipples and the sun kissing every inch of my exposed flesh. It was exhilarating to be the only one undressed among all these clothed strangers, their lustful gazes devouring me like a tantalizing feast.
The path ahead was a mix of smooth sand and rough gravel, forcing me to adjust my stride accordingly. Each step sent a mixture of pleasure and pain through my body, reminding me of the primal nature of my current state.
“Hey there, beautiful,” a man called out from a nearby cabin porch, his eyes locked onto my swaying breasts as I approached. With a coy smile, I greeted him in return, fully aware that my nudity was the center of his attention.
“Hi,” I replied, pausing for a moment to give my bare feet a break and to let him drink in the sight of my body before continuing on my way. There is nothing I relish more than worshipping old men’s cocks and delighting their eyes.
The trail led me under the shade of towering palm trees, their fronds rustling gently in the breeze. The sound of the ocean whispered seductively in my ears, accompanied by the calls of tropical birds hidden among the foliage. It was an erotic symphony, perfectly complementing the hedonistic display of my young nude body as I walked.
Every so often, I would encounter another stranger along the path, each one unable to resist stealing glances at my exposed form. Some tried to hide their desires behind a thin veil of politeness, while others were more brazen in their lust. And I loved every single moment of it.
“Enjoying the view?” I asked one gawking old man, arching my back slightly to accentuate the curve of my ass as I passed him. He simply nodded, his eyes glued to my body until I disappeared from his sight.
With each step, I became more and more intoxicated by the knowledge that I was the center of attention — an erotic spectacle for all to see. All week. All over the island.
The sun’s warm rays caressed my naked skin, and the salty ocean air filled my lungs, reminding me just how alive and free I truly was.
“Is this what paradise feels like?” I wondered, my excitement growing with every footfall, thinking I never wanted to leave.
As I neared Victor’s cabin, my heart pounded in anticipation. Harvey’s orders had been clear, and I had obeyed without question. Part of me wondered what the group of old men had in store for me when Harvey said they needed to make sure I was ready for a week as their sex slave and nude servant. Another part of me throbbed with excitement at the thought of what lay ahead.
“Ah, fuck,” I muttered, feeling a sudden twinge of pain from my abused clit. The beating Harvey had given my clit earlier as punishment for being a cock tease still lingered, but I had almost forgotten about it amidst the pleasure of walking around the tropical island completely nude. My nipples hardened with each step, and I could feel the heat between my legs growing more intense.
“Guess it’s time to find out what these old pervs have planned for me,” I whispered to myself, approaching the cabin.
A lot more happened on the first Sunday of our week-long scuba diving vacation. Eventually, 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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