Forcefully Stripped & Held Down by Old Men Torturing My Clit to Discipline a Cock Tease
My Young Female Body at the Mercy of 14 Sexually Depraved Cock-Carrying Beasts on a Dive Boat — I loved every second of it! [Sex Confession]
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I write erotica novels & short stories. I also publish handbooks on how to train us, young women, for sex and share my sex confessions as a spermivore, spermaholic, and submissive teen (18+) slut. Yes, a 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. #FreeTheNipple #FreeThePussy
A year and a half ago, I planned a sex & scuba dive trip in collaboration with the dive shop where I used to work as a dive instructor up North when I was 18 and 19 years old. A divemaster at the dive shop took care of selling it to 13 other old men who would get, as a bonus, unlimited access to my body as a cock-pleasuring device for the week as long as they agreed to feed me semen three times daily. Then in early June, I packed my backpack and introduced myself to the group at Miami Airport.
Conversations in this sex confession have been abridged to make it flow easier for you, and well… Because my memory is not perfect, especially when I am aroused!
I recently wrote about clitoris torture and its role in my life. That dive trip in 2023 was a defining moment in my appreciation of the therapeutic value of clit torture for some men who feel emasculated in today’s society.
The sun had barely risen on the first day of our week-long dive trip as I stepped onto the dive boat, feeling the warmth of its rays caressing my skin. The black material of my bikini contrasted sharply with its vibrant orange trim, drawing attention to my 24-year-old boobs and the curve of my hips. My long blonde hair flowed freely down my back, swaying gently with each movement.
The dissimilarity between my youthful sensuality and the aged appearances of the 14 old men in my group was striking. I felt their eyes roving over my exposed flesh, and a thrill ran through me. I wanted them to see me, to desire me, to objectify me. I never understood why objectification has such a bad rap. It’s empowering! Their hunger for my body only fueled my own depraved desires.
“Morning, boys,” I purred, my voice dripping with seduction, as I bent over to drop my dive gear, giving them a perfect view of my round, impudent ass.
Since most of these men had never seen me naked, I wanted them to yearn for what lay beneath the fabric of my tiny, string bikini, to build up their anticipation for when they’d finally witness my young tits and bald pussy while feeding me meals: semen from their old cocks.
Their lewd comments filled the air, making my nipples harden beneath the thin fabric of my bikini top. “Damn, girl! You’re a walking wet dream!” one of the men called out, his voice rough with lust.
I smirked, knowing full well the effect I had on old men. They were like hounds, salivating at the sight of fresh meat. And I reveled in it, the intoxicating power of being the center of their raw, animalistic desires.
They knew they could be politically incorrect because that is how the dive trip had been organized, with me as the sole pussy at their mercy.
“Careful now, boys,” I teased, biting my lip and winking at them. “Wouldn’t want to get too excited before our first dive, would we?”
“Fuck the dive,” growled Theo, his eyes locked on my bouncing tits as I moved about the boat. “I’d rather dive into that tight pussy of yours, girl.”
A chorus of agreement and crude comments erupted from the other men, their words like gasoline on the fire of my arousal.
Theo was no stranger to my sensual games. He had been on a dive trip with me when I was an eighteen-year-old new dive instructor, along with Fred, Harvey, and nineteen other men who weren’t on this current trip. On that day, he looked at me with that same possessive hunger I remembered from years ago.
“Come on, boys!” Harvey yelled to the other thirteen old men while grabbing my arm. “Let’s help ourselves to a taste of our beautiful fuck toy here.”
In a surge of playful adrenaline, I managed to free my arm from Harvey’s grasp and leaped off the boat, landing back on the dock with a thud. I didn’t dare look back as I bolted away from the dive boat, my heart pounding in my chest.