My Friend’s Gift to Her Dad: My Nude Body For Him & His Buddies To Use on a Deep-Sea Fishing Trip on Father's Day
Log entry in ‘My Forbidden Sex Diary: Pink Nails & Silver Gods.’
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Four old daddies & a naked chick at sea for Father’s Day. I took good care of old balls & cocks. They took care of ‘using’ the ‘good girl’ all day!
Dear Journal,
Let me write down the wild Father's Day weekend I had three years ago, when I was 23 years old. I was living at Madison and Darnell's beachfront mansion for what we called my "nude challenge" — a month-long commitment to being completely naked 24/7 until their Fourth of July backyard party. No clothes, no exceptions, no cheating.
I woke up on Saturday of Father's Day weekend sprawled across their king-size bed, my naked young body tangled in expensive sheets that felt like silk against my bare skin. The Florida heat was already creeping through the windows despite the early hour, and I could hear waves crashing against the semi-private beach beyond the glass doors. My blonde hair was a mess across the pillow, and my small, pink nipples were already hard from the air conditioning.
Darnell's large hand found my right boob before I was fully awake, his dark fingers cupping the firm flesh possessively. His palm was warm against my sensitive skin, thumb brushing across my hardened nipple in lazy circles that made my pussy clench with need.
"Morning, beautiful." His voice was rough with sleep. "Daddy Miller arrived from New York about an hour ago."
My eyes snapped open. Madison's father. Here. While I was committed to being completely nude for another two weeks.
"He's... here? Now?" My voice came out smaller than intended.
Darnell's hand squeezed my breast gently, his fingers exploring the soft curves like he owned them — which, for the duration of my stay, he essentially did. "Mmm. Madison's making coffee. You should come meet him."
A flush of heat spread through my naked young body that had nothing to do with embarrassment. There's something about the hungry eyes of an old man on my bare skin that always makes me hot and wet. It's been like this since I was a teenager, and I still don't fully understand why. Maybe it's how they appreciate the view of young nude female flesh more than boys my age ever did. Maybe it's the forbidden nature of it. Maybe it's just that old men know how to look at us young women like we're precious objects instead of taking our bodies for granted.
"I should shower first." I started to sit up, but Darnell's other hand moved to my flat stomach, holding me in place.
"Take your time. He's not going anywhere." His fingers traced lazy patterns across my belly, dipping lower toward the smooth junction between my thighs. "Besides, anticipation makes everything better."
I eventually slipped out of bed and padded naked to their enormous bathroom, my bare feet silent on the marble floors. The shower was a glass-walled paradise with multiple heads that surrounded my nude body with hot water from every angle. I took longer than necessary, letting the heat relax my muscles while my mind raced with conflicted thoughts.
Meeting Madison's father while completely naked felt like crossing another line in my journey toward complete objectification. Part of me was nervous — this wasn't some random old man at the beach or one of their vetted friends. This was family. But another part of me, the part that controlled my wet little pussy, was already imagining his reaction to seeing my young tits and waxed cunt for the first time.
I stood in front of their massive walk-in closet afterward, water still beading on my naked skin, pretending to consider what to wear. The irony wasn't lost on me — I was staring at Madison's clothes, knowing I wouldn't be putting any of them on. The nude challenge meant exactly that. No fabric between my vulnerable young body and the world.
My small hands trembled slightly as I ran them through my damp blonde hair. In a few minutes, I'd walk downstairs completely naked to meet a seventy-something businessman. The thought made my bare nipples pucker and my smooth little pussy grow slick with arousal.
I stared at my reflection in the full-length mirror. "Just be yourself." Except myself was a naked sex object who lived to please old men. Maybe that was exactly who I needed to be.
The walk downstairs felt like a march to my own execution. Each step brought me closer to another moment of exposure, another test of how far I was willing to go in my transformation from person to plaything. My perky young tits bounced slightly with each step, and I could feel cool air moving across my exposed pussy lips.
Voices drifted from the kitchen — Madison's melodic laugh, Darnell's deeper chuckle, and an unfamiliar gravelly voice that made my stomach flutter with nervous excitement. I paused at the kitchen entrance, gathering courage before stepping into view.
"There she is!" Madison's voice was bright with mischief. "Daddy, I'd like you to meet my best friend, Delisha."
The man who turned toward me was distinguished in that way only wealthy older men could be. Silver hair perfectly styled, expensive casual clothes that screamed old money, piercing blue eyes that went wide as they took in my completely naked young female form. I watched his gaze travel from my face down to my firm little tits, across my flat belly with its glinting navel piercing, and finally to my hairless pink pussy.
"Jesus Christ." His voice was barely audible.
I stepped forward with as much confidence as I could muster, my naked 23-year-old female body on full display. "Nice to meet you, Mr. Miller."
He rose from his stool at the kitchen counter, his expensive slacks already tenting with what had to be an impressive erection. When he moved to hug me — a polite gesture that felt absurd given my nudity — his hardened old cock pressed against my bare belly through his pants.
His hands lingered on my naked waist longer than strictly necessary, fingers exploring the smooth skin while his eyes remained fixed on my young bouncing tits. "You and Madison could be twins. Except for the hair, of course."
Madison laughed, sipping her coffee like having naked young women meet her father was perfectly normal. "I told you she was beautiful. We wear the same size for everything."
"Everything except clothes, apparently." Harlan's voice held a note of wonder, his hands still resting on my nude, curvy hips.
Darnell chuckled from across the kitchen. "Delisha's committed to being naked until our Fourth of July party. No exceptions."
"A month naked?" Harlan's eyebrows rose as he finally stepped back, though his hungry old eyes never left my exposed body. "That's quite a commitment."
"It's liberating." My voice wavered slightly. Standing completely nude in front of my best friend's father while he openly stared at my pussy was pushing even my boundaries.
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Madison set down her mug with a decisive clink. "Actually, Daddy, I have a wonderful idea. You're taking the boat out fishing today with your buddies, right?"
"That's the plan. Emerson's got his boat ready, and the others are meeting us at his place."
"Perfect." Madison's smile turned predatory in a way I recognized. "Why don't you take Delisha with you? Consider her your Father's Day gift."