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Old Men Find Pleasure in a Surface Interval: Spit-Roasting My Young Female Body on a Dive Boat
I was torn between the desire to be abused and the longing to be free, exploring the depths of the ocean I loved so dearly. [Sex Confession]
Delisha Kease is the author of Sex Confessions of a Young Blonde Scuba Diving Instructor: A Dive Trip When I Didn’t Dive Because 14 Old Men Forced Me To Be The Submissive Sex Pet & Dive Gear Slave of The Whole Dive Resort (DAY ONE).
I knelt naked, hands bound above me, a rope biting into my wrists as the dive boat rocked gently beneath me. My body exposed and vulnerable, I was a delectable offering for the old men who had just plunged into the depths below. The sea’s salty breeze kissed my skin, teasing my nipples into taut peaks.
Part of me reveled in this predicament, feeling like a piece of meat for their enjoyment, while another part of me ached to join them underwater. Scuba diving has been my passion since I was 14. And I’d become an instructor at 18 because I craved that connection with the ocean. Now, my two worlds collided — my submissive desires and my love for the sea.
The captain and divemaster were preoccupied, scanning the horizon for bubbles and other boats. I was alone, torn between yearning for old men’s rough hands on my body and the urge to be submerged in the depths of the ocean.
Conversations have been abridged to make it flow easier for you, and well… Because my memory is not perfect, especially when I am aroused. But the gist of it is there.
As the first of the old men climbed back on board, I struggled to keep my composure. The water dripping off his gear splashed down onto my knees, each droplet a cruel reminder that I had missed out on the dive.
“Look at that,” one of them said, grinning as he eyed my naked body. “Our little slut’s still here, waiting for us. Look at all that cum dripping from her tight little cunt.”
“Damn right,” another added, chuckling as he removed his mask. “Can’t wait to add mine to the mix.”
“Shame she can’t join us underwater, though,” a third man said, smirking at me. “Oh, right! She’s getting a well-deserved cock tease punishment!”
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 wet!
As more of the men returned, their lewd comments grew in intensity. I couldn’t help but feel myself growing hot under their vulgar and explicit remarks; a part of me reveled in it, even as my heart ached for the freedom of the sea.
“Bet you wish you were diving with us, don’t you?” one man taunted, seeing the longing in my eyes. “Well, tough luck, sweetheart. This week is payback time for you!”
My face flushed with humiliation, but the dark hunger inside me only grew stronger. As they continued to strip off their gear and ogle my exposed young woman’s body, I knew that soon enough, I would once again be at their mercy as they used my body to satiate their lust.
“Damn, just look at that fine piece of ass,” one man said, his eyes glued to my naked form as he stepped on board. “Never thought I’d see such a perfect fuck doll waiting for me after a dive.”
“Shit, you’re right,” another chimed in, smirking lewdly. “And look at those tits, just begging to be squeezed and slapped. And what a tight little pussy she has.”
“Can’t forget about that pretty face,” another added, pointing toward my flushed cheeks. “Just imagine her looking up at you with those innocent blue eyes while she sucks you off. Fuck, this is gonna be the best dive trip ever!”
As they continued to make crude remarks about my body, I couldn’t help but feel a twisted sense of pride — these men were completely consumed with desire for me. Me! My body.
“Boys, we should bring her along on every trip from now on,” one man suggested. “No more boring surface intervals — just hours of fucking this hot little plaything.”
“Damn right,” agreed another. “Imagine how many other guys would sign up for our trips if they knew they’d have a willing cum dumpster like Delisha to use and abuse whenever they wanted. I’m surprised there are only 14 of us. Imagine 50 men defiling her all week!”
“Plus, just think about all the different ways we could degrade her,” someone else chimed in, grinning wickedly. “We could keep her tied up, spank her, choke her… Hell, the possibilities are endless.”
“Surely beats sitting around, waiting for the next dive,” a man in the background quipped, clearly excited by the prospect.
My body, exposed and vulnerable, drew the hungry gazes of every man climbing onboard after their dive. I felt a twisted sense of pride in the way these men admired my naked form — even if it was for their perverse pleasure.
Genetics gave me firm boobs, blonde hair, and blue eyes. But I work hard to keep my thighs just like men want them and my belly flat for their enjoyment.
“Look at that perfect mouth,” one man said, licking his lips. “Those plump lips just begging to be wrapped around our cocks.”
“Her tits are heaven,” another chimed in, his eyes locked on my chest. “Just the right size.”
“And those nipples,” a third man added, smirking. “I’m gonna pinch them and twist them all week until she is too tired to squeal.”
Their crude comments only escalated as they scrutinized my body, leaving no part untouched by their lewd words. They spoke about my long blonde hair, remarking how it would make an excellent handle while fucking me; my slender neck, which they imagined wrapped in their grip as they choked me into submission; my flat belly, a canvas upon which they could spill their cum as a trophy of their conquest.
“Those thighs, though,” a man said, almost reverently. “Imagine them wrapped around your waist as you plunge deep inside her.”
“And don’t get me started on her feet,” someone else chimed in. “Sexy little toes perfect for sucking on while we take turns ruining her tight cunt.”
As men removed their wetsuits, they gathered around me, their hands roaming my naked flesh like explorers claiming new territory. Fingers tangled in my hair, palms caressed my breasts, and rough hands traveled along my back, tracing the curve of my spine. It was as if they were trying to absorb the essence of my body through touch alone.
“Such a sweet, tender piece of ass,” one man whispered into my ear as he stroked my ass cheek. The way he looked at me — with such raw hunger and desire — sent shivers down my spine.
“Can’t wait to use and abuse you, babe,” another gruff voice said from behind me, his hand gripping my hip so tightly I could feel the marks forming on my skin.
As they continued to touch and grope me, I couldn’t deny that their rough affections made my body ache for more.
Surrounded by these old men, I felt like a living sculpture, an object of pure desire — god’s gift to old men. Does it sound pretentious? Maybe. I don’t know. Either way, that’s how I felt.
One of them, apparently the poet in the group, his eyes gleaming with lust, began to describe my body as if it were a priceless work of art.
“Look at her,” he said in a low, sultry voice, “that luxurious blonde hair cascading down her back, framing that angelic face… And those lips, so full and inviting, just begging to be kissed or wrapped around a hard cock.”
The other men listened, nodding and murmuring their agreement as he continued, “Her neck, so delicate, strong hands could shatter it, yet strong enough to hold up that lovely head, leading down to those stunning breasts. Those firm tits with those perky nipples just waiting to be squeezed and contorted… again and again!”
I shivered in pleasure, feeling both exposed and wanted as he went on, “And that flat belly, taunting us with that sensual little belly button, which draws our gaze down lower, to the part we all crave the most: those inviting thighs, leading to the treasure between her legs — that young, tight pussy.”
“Let’s not forget those cute feet,” another man chimed in, “with ‘spermivore’ written on her toes. She wants our seed, guys!”
As they spoke, I couldn’t help but feel a primal thrill at being admired and desired in such a raw, unfiltered way. The crude language only heightened my arousal.
I wondered how many women never got to experience the exhilaration of being a naked, vulnerable, desirable piece of meat among a group of male beasts. From my teenage years, I’ve always believed young women should explore their sexuality with old men before settling down, getting married, or whatever.
“Talking of spermivore,” one man suddenly exclaimed, “We’re supposed to feed this sperm-hungry chick three times a day, and we haven’t done it yet today!”
And just like that, hands grabbed me, pulling me in different directions until a burly man managed to shove his cock into my eager mouth while another gripped my hips and thrust himself into my dripping pussy from behind.
“Fuck her up, dude! Pound that tight little cunt!” one man shouted, encouraging them on with explicit, violent language. “Choke her with that cock! Make her take it all!”
“Rip her apart!” another man barked, his words dripping with lust and aggression.
I reveled in their vulgar cheers, my body aching for the brutal treatment they were so eager to give. The animalistic way they saw me only added fuel to my desire to be used and abused by these men — to let them use my body to please god, which for me, is an old man’s cock.
As they took turns ravaging my mouth and pussy, their crude words echoing in my ears, I knew I was exactly where I wanted to be — at the mercy of their bestial hunger for sex and violence. Vanilla sex was just not for me.
My body quivered as the men took turns pounding my pussy and forcing their cocks down my throat, one after the other. Their voices were harsh and brutal, encouraging each other with extremely violent language.
“Make her choke on it!” was a popular statement.
“Ravage that tight cunt, tear her apart!” was another.
The sound of their crude words filled the air. I was nothing more than an object they owned, and I craved every moment of it.
“Fuckin’ cock tease deserves this,” a man sneered, gripping my blonde hair tightly as he slammed his cock into my mouth.
“Damn right she does; look at her taking it like a whore,” another agreed, thrusting himself deep inside my dripping pussy from behind.
Being fucked doggy-style with my hands tied behind my back was tough on my abs. I was on all fours, sort of, but without the support of my hands. I like giving my abs a good workout because men love my flat belly, but the strain began to take its toll. Fortunately, each time a man held my head while fucking my mouth or my hair while pounding my pussy, it gave my aching abs a momentary reprieve.
“Good-looking bitches like her always act like cock teases,” one man spat. “She’s just lucky we’re here to put her in her place.”
“Blondes like her are practically begging for a beating,” another added, smirking as he gazed at my exposed body.
After an hour of being spit-roasted by the ravenous men, my body ached and trembled with exhaustion. Then the captain’s voice rang out, announcing the beginning of the second dive. His words were like a cruel reminder of what I was missing out on — the underwater world that I loved so dearly.
“Hey, bitch,” one man grunted, delivering a stinging slap to my ass, “We ain’t done with you yet.”
“Such a shame you won’t be joining us for the dive,” another taunted with a wicked grin. “The first one was incredible, and we expect the second to be just as memorable.” Their laughter echoed in my ears, torturing me with the knowledge that I wouldn’t be able to experience the underwater paradise they spoke of.
I was on a dive boat on a dive trip in a tropical paradise, and I wasn’t allowed to dive!
I yearned to join them, to escape this relentless torment. But then, the memory of Harvey’s sadistic treatment of my clit surged back into my mind. The lingering pain in my sensitive bud reminded me that asking to go diving had only resulted in more suffering. And so, I resigned myself to my role as their submissive sex slave.
“Can’t have it all, can you, slut?” one of the men sneered, reading my conflicted expression. “Somebody had to teach you a lesson one day, right? Fuckin’ blonde cock tease!”
“Maybe after we’re done using you, we’ll let you lick the salt off our balls,” another added, his eyes gleaming with sadistic amusement.
As the second dive ended, the men returned to the boat with satisfied grins plastered across their leathery faces. I remained on my knees, hands still tied behind my back, as I watched the cum that trickled down my thighs, mixing with the saltwater caressing my knees. The crude laughter of the men filled the air as they took in the sight of me, my body glowing with sweat and semen.
“Look at that drippin’ cunt,” one of them sneered. “You’re just like a fuckin’ leaky faucet, aren’t you?”
“Can’t wait to add my load to that mess,” another chimed in, his swollen cock already straining against his swim trunks.
My pussy throbbed at their words, yet my heart ached for the underwater world I had missed out on. As if sensing my inner turmoil, one man pressed his dripping mask to my cheek, smirking as he said, “Too bad you couldn’t join us, but it’s punishment time for you… all week.”
“Get ready for round two, babe,” a gruff voice declared, and soon enough, I found myself being spit-roasted again. My mouth stretched wide around a thick cock, while another slammed into my wet, abused cunt from behind.
“Fuck her hard, boys, make her feel it,” someone shouted, urging them on as they pounded me relentlessly. My abs burned as I strained to keep myself at 90 degrees, my bound hands offering no support.
Between the thrusts on my ass and choking on cock, my mind wandered to the ocean I longed for, imagining the vibrant marine life that danced just beneath the surface. It was a cruel irony — my passion for the ocean was now tainted by my submission to these old men.
“I’ll make her choke on my dick,” a man barked, gripping my hair tightly and ramming his cock further down my throat. I choked, incapable of breathing, tears streaming down my face as they continued to use me for their amusement.
“Make sure she doesn’t forget her place,” another voice chimed in, followed by a sharp smack to my ass. The sting sent shivers up my spine, but this spit-roasting provided a reprieve from the relentless focus on my clit. For now, it seemed they had forgotten how much they enjoyed torturing my sensitive nub.
“Harder! Fuck her like the worthless cum dumpster she is,” someone shouted, inciting more laughter and cruel encouragement from the others.
As I endured this brutal treatment, a part of me craved the roughness, the objectification. I was torn between the desire to be abused and the longing to be free, exploring the depths of the ocean I loved so dearly.
“Harder,” I managed to gasp around the cock filling my mouth, embracing the darkness within me even as my heart ached for the underwater world I was denied access to by old men who had claimed ownership of my body for the week.
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