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The Auction: My Body Was Sold to Old Men, Piece of Meat by Piece of Meat
I was like a cow at a slaughterhouse, standing naked before the hungry eyes of a group of cock-carrying beasts pre-selecting and buying the tastiest bits of meat. [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.
It was on a steamy Saturday a few months back when my best friend, Madison, and her husband, Darnell, surprised me with something special for that weekend’s sex party. They often organized events for men to use and pleasure themselves with Madison’s personal sex toy: me, Delisha. But this weekend, Madison had come up with a different idea with the help of Amara–an idea that would cater to my darkest desires.
I had arrived at Madison’s beach mansion on Friday evening and remained nude since then, my body exposed for their enjoyment. On Friday night, I felt the weight of Darnell’s massive cock pushing down my throat as he choked me repeatedly while Madison watched, her fingers working furiously between her legs. The sounds of their pleasure filled the room as I reveled in the rawness of it all.
On Saturday morning, the scent of freshly brewed coffee filled the mansion as Madison, Darnell, and I enjoyed a late breakfast together. The sun poured through the windows, casting warm light on my naked body. My nipples tightened under the hungry gaze of Darnell, and I could feel the wetness pooling between my thighs, expecting another weekend of wild sex.
The doorbell rang, and Amara entered, her tiny frame bursting with energy. I was always excited to see her because it usually meant that the sex would be even rougher than when it was just Madison and Darnell using me. We exchanged sultry smiles as I let her in, my bare skin shivering with anticipation.
“Delisha,” Madison said, her voice dripping with authority, “we have a surprise for you today.”
My heart raced in my chest, and I couldn’t help but feel eager to find out what they had planned for me. I love being Madison’s sex pet, and surprises only heightens my lustful yearning to be used and abused by them.
“Really?” I asked, trying to maintain an obedient tone. “What is it?”
“Patience, my little sex toy,” Amara chimed in, a wicked grin playing on her lips. “You’ll find out soon enough.”
The uncertainty only added to the thrill of it all, and as the minutes ticked by and coffee got drunk, I couldn’t help but grow more and more excited. My body was a canvas for their desires, and whatever they had planned for me, I knew it would push my limits and leave me craving even more.
“Delisha,” Madison commanded, her voice firm yet seductive, “the only thing you need to know for now is that your body will be used from noon to midnight.”
I nodded obediently, biting my lip to contain my eagerness. I loved being controlled by Madison and Amara, and the idea of surrendering to their whims for an entire day was incredibly arousing, even after having done it so many times.
“Understood,” I murmured, casting my eyes downward submissively.
“Good girl,” Amara praised, smirking at my submission. “Now, we have some guests arriving soon. You’ll greet them at the door, completely naked, and offer them coffee or refreshments.”
My heart raced at the thought of exposing my nude body to strangers. Though I had done it numerous times before, the excitement never faded. It made me feel desired and wanted, like a precious object to be admired and possessed.
“Of course,” I agreed, my voice barely above a whisper.
Around 11 AM, the first guest arrived. I took a deep breath, steeling myself for the exposure, and swung the door wide open. The man’s eyes widened in lust as he took in my naked figure, his gaze lingering on my perky breasts and freshly-waxed pussy.
“Welcome,” I said softly. “And good morning! Would you like a coffee?”
“Sure! Thank you,” he replied, his eyes never leaving my body. He greedily drank in the sight of me as he accepted the cup, and I could tell that he was already fantasizing about what he’d do to me. The thought made my pussy grow wet with anticipation.
Conversations are obviously recalled from memory and simplified. Therefore, they may not be entirely accurate, but you get the gist of it.
Throughout the next half hour, I greeted each of the 14 guests in the same manner, watching as their eyes devoured me like hungry wolves. The air was thick with tension and lust, and I knew that these men couldn’t wait to freely use, share, and abuse my young, naked female body.
“Alright, everyone,” Madison announced around 11:30 AM, gathering us all on her large pool deck. “Let’s explain the rules of this new type of sex party we’ve come up with.”
I stood between Madison and Amara, feeling exposed and vulnerable under the gazes of the fully clothed men surrounding us. My heart pounded in my chest, a mix of fear and exhilaration coursing through my veins as Madison explained the plan for the day.
“Remember, gentlemen,” Madison smirked as she addressed the group of men surrounding us, “although you didn’t know exactly how this party would play out, I did mention there would be an auction. So be prepared to donate generously to a good cause.”
“Auction?” I had always fantasized about being sold at auction. This would be a great day!
I could feel their eyes on me, ravenous and eager to consume every inch of my exposed flesh. As I stood before them, completely nude between Madison and Amara, I reveled in the intensity of their gazes, each man sizing up my body like a piece of meat ready for feasting.
“Allow me to explain,” Madison continued. “All proceeds from today’s auction will be donated to a non-profit organization of Delisha’s choosing.” Amara chimed in, adding, “And Delisha won’t keep a penny because sex objects don’t get paid.”
The men murmured their approval, and I felt a shiver run down my spine as Madison revealed the unique twist to today’s festivities.
“Instead of the typical sex party you’ve experienced before, where you can use, abuse, and share Delisha’s body freely, this time, we have something different in store.” She paused for dramatic effect before continuing. “Every hour on the hour, from noon to 11 PM, there will be an auction for one of Delisha’s body parts. The auction should probably last less than ten minutes. For the rest of the hour, the winner can do anything he desires with the body part he just purchased, making sure the other men see what they’re missing out on because they were too cheap to bid higher.”
The announcement was met with excited whispers and grins, the men exchanging lustful glances as they imagined the possibilities. As for me, I was ecstatic! For my first auction, I would be sold… piece by piece. Now that was kinky! I felt a mixture of anticipation and arousal coursing through me, knowing I would soon belong to these men, piece by piece.
“Get ready to savor every delectable inch of our lovely Delisha,” Madison said, her voice dripping with seduction. “And remember, the more you give, the more you own it.”
“Wow, I didn’t expect this,” I whispered to Madison and Amara, my voice trembling with excitement. The thought of being auctioned off like a prized piece made my nipples harden, and my pussy glisten with arousal.
One man, his eyes glued to my naked body, raised his hand tentatively. “I’m not sure I understand completely. Can you give us an example?”
“Of course!” Amara replied, grinning wickedly as she stepped forward. “Let’s say you win the auction for Delisha’s neck. For the rest of the hour, you can have your way with it. You could choke her while pounding into her from behind, or maybe you’d prefer to put a collar and leash on her and lead her around on all fours like the obedient little sex pet she is.”
A murmur of approval rippled through the crowd, and I felt myself growing even wetter at the prospect of being mistreated. I leaned in close to Madison and Amara, whispering a reminder that they had to make sure I didn’t orgasm.
“Before we start,” Amara announced, turning back to the eager men, “there are just two rules you need to follow. Rule number one: no permanent physical marks. You can beat her clit, but don’t cut it off,” she joked, eliciting a few chuckles from the audience.
Amara slapped my bare ass and continued, encouraged by the waves of laughter. “Like you may find her ass juicy, but you can’t cook it!”
I stood completely naked in the room, my heart pounding with anticipation as all eyes were on me — fourteen older men ogling my exposed body. I relished the feeling of being their sex object, my mind buzzing with pleasure from their lustful gazes.
“Alright, gentlemen,” Amara announced, her voice commanding attention. “Rule number two: none of you are allowed to give Delisha an orgasm. Ever.” She looked around the room, smirking at the reactions.
Some of the men nodded knowingly, having participated in previous sex parties where I’d been their fuck doll. But others looked surprised and confused. I reveled in their reactions, craving the power they held over my pleasure.
“Wait, what?” one man stammered, his eyes wide. “But isn’t that the whole point?”
Madison stepped forward, a wicked smile on her face. “You see, Delisha here gets a unique kind of pleasure from being used like a sex object. And sex objects don’t get orgasms.”
She was right. The mental pleasure I derived from being treated like an object for men’s desires outweighed any physical satisfaction I might receive for climaxing. In fact, it only intensified when they would ejaculate, using my body for their gratification while I remained unfulfilled over and over again.
“Delisha loves it when she can make numerous men cum, leaving her without a single orgasm,” Madison continued, circling me like a predator stalking its prey. “It makes her feel even more like a sex object.”
As she spoke, I could feel my arousal building, the knowledge that these men would soon take whatever they wanted from me without concern for my own release driving me wild.
“Really?” A man with a scruffy beard and receding hairline asked, skepticism still etched on his face. “She doesn’t want to orgasm at all?”
“Exactly,” Madison replied, her voice firm. “It’s what Delisha loves. And her weird sexual desires are something you should all appreciate, considering she has a special fondness for older men like you. Just look around the room — each one of you could be her father or grandfather.”
Naked and vulnerable as I stood before them, I felt a wave of desire course through me.
“See, gentlemen,” continued Madison, gesturing towards the group of men, “you’ve been invited here because Delisha adores older men and, especially, old cocks. So, take pride in knowing that you’re fulfilling her desires — including her wish to never climax during our little party.”
As she spoke, the men in the room exchanged looks, some still puzzled but many more growing eager at the prospect of dominating me, their lustful expressions fueling my own arousal. I could feel the heat emanating from their bodies, the potent mixture of sweat and testosterone filling the air.
“Think about it,” Madison said, her wicked grin returning. “You have the chance to use this beautiful, willing young woman however you please. She wants to be your plaything, your sex object, without any concern for her own satisfaction. That’s a rare and precious gift, don’t you agree?”
The men murmured their assent, their eyes never leaving my naked form. I reveled in their attention, the knowledge that I was the center of their carnal desires, making my pulse race.
“Alright, then,” Madison declared, clapping her hands together. “Let’s make sure you all understand — Delisha is here for your pleasure, and hers lies solely in being used and denied. Keep that in mind as we proceed.”
As the men nodded, their eagerness growing, I braced myself for the wild ride ahead. I knew that day would be one of intense submission and pleasure, my body an instrument for these older men to play with as they wished. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
“Alright,” Madison announced, her voice steady yet filled with authority. “Before we begin the auction, let’s go over each delicious part of our delectable Delisha here that you’ll have the opportunity to bid on. And own.”
She listed off the various parts of my body that would be for sale, naming them as if they were cuts of meat at a butcher’s shop: ass cheeks, butthole, hair, mouth, neck, boobs, hands, wrists, clitoris, pussy, ankles, and feet. As she spoke, I could feel the excitement building in the room, the men practically salivating at the prospect of owning a piece of me — even if just for an hour.
“Hey, what about her sexy flat belly?” one man interrupted, his voice loud and demanding. The question surprised many, drawing curious glances from the others. “I find that area incredibly exciting, and I’d love to own it for an hour.”
Madison raised an eyebrow, considering the request. “Well, it would mean adding an extra hour to the event — putting us at 1 AM. Are we all okay with that?”
To my delight, everyone seemed more than happy to extend the evening for the chance to indulge in every inch of my exposed flesh. Their eagerness only fueled my desire to be their willing, submissive, free-use plaything.
“Very well,” Madison conceded. “We’ll add Delisha’s flat belly to the list. Now, are there any other requests before we begin? Remember, gentlemen, this is a unique opportunity to explore your fantasies with a beautiful young woman who craves nothing more than to serve your desires.”
As I stood there, feeling like a cow up for auction, I reveled in the knowledge that these men would soon be bidding to use my body for their pleasure. And though I wouldn’t experience the physical release of an orgasm, the mental satisfaction of being their sex object was more than enough to set my pulse racing and my core aching with anticipation.
As the excitement in the room grew, another man raised his hand, a curious gleam in his eyes. “What about Delisha’s back? I’ve seen her in the nude before, and there’s just something so enticing about that smooth expanse of skin.” He licked his lips, almost lecherously, before continuing, “I often find myself fantasizing about whipping a beautiful, sexy, young blonde cock tease like her. Damn cock tease!”
The room erupted in laughter and cheers at his bold suggestion, and I couldn’t help but feel a strange thrill at the idea. Being compared to a cow being sold for meat was already incredibly arousing, but now they wanted to mark my body with their desires, to punish me for getting their cocks hard as a young blonde woman. The thought made me shiver with anticipation.
Darnell chimed in, his voice laced with concern. “An hour of whipping could leave some permanent marks on Delisha’s body, you know.”
A discussion ensued among the male guests, their voices a low murmur as they weighed the pros and cons. Eventually, they reached a consensus: they would give it a try but with a wider lanyard to minimize potential damage. Furthermore, Madison would be there to monitor the situation and step in if necessary.
“Alright, gentlemen,” Madison announced with authority, “it’s unanimous. Delisha’s back will be added to the list of body parts up for auction.” A chorus of cheers and excited murmurs filled the room as the men eagerly anticipated what was to come.
As I stood there, my young female naked body on display for these old men, I couldn’t help but feel a pulsing heat deep within me. My arousal grew at the thought that not one of them had even considered asking for my consent before making the decision to whip me for an hour. Instead, they treated me like a piece of meat, ready to be devoured. And a punching bag for cock teases they had crossed paths with. And, oh, how I loved it. The idea that I held no power, no choice, only fueled my desire to be their willing sex object.
“Remember, everyone,” Amara chimed in, a wicked grin playing on her lips, “Madison and I know Delisha’s safe word, so if things get too intense, we’ll step in. But until then, enjoy yourselves — and enjoy whatever piece of meat you bought.”
I could see the lustful anticipation in their eyes as they stared at my nude form, each one making mental notes of which part of my body they wanted to claim for their own pleasure. It excited me to no end, knowing that soon, I would be theirs to use however they pleased. My sex glistened with moisture, betraying just how turned on I was by the entire situation.
That’s why I love Madison and Amara so much. They are the best friends ever!
“Before we get started with the auction,” Madison continued, “I’d like to remind you all that we have plenty of beer and pizza for everyone to enjoy throughout the event. So please, make yourselves comfortable and indulge while we proceed.”
The men nodded in agreement, their eager gazes never leaving my exposed flesh. I felt a shiver of anticipation run down my spine, knowing that soon, my body would belong to them, just as a cow would be carved up and devoured.
“Are we all ready to begin the auction?” Madison asked, her voice filled with excitement. A resounding “yes” echoed through the room, each man eager to stake his claim on me.
“Perfect,” she replied, a satisfied grin spreading across her face. “We’re right on schedule — it’s noon sharp. Let’s get started, shall we?”
As Madison prepared to commence the bidding, I reveled in the lustful atmosphere that surrounded me. These men, old enough to be my father or grandfather, were here to use me for their pleasure — the young blonde cock tease — and I couldn’t wait for them to own me, use me, abuse me, and punish me.
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