The Fringe Benefits Of CFNM

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"That's it," John thought, "I can't afford to go to school here anymore." He looked at the notice he got in the mail, stating that tuition would be going up almost 15 percent next year. He was barely scraping by as it is, and he was already working two jobs, though they were a crappy bookstore job and a even crappier Pizza joint job. There wasn't much else available that would let him devote any time to his classes, though.

He was just going to have to transfer to one of the state schools back home, and move back in with his parents.

He shuddered as this thought hit him. He really liked the on-campus life, being able to set his own hours, go where he wanted, watch all the pretty girls all over the place, maybe even taking one back to his room if he managed to get that far with her. He'd never have that freedom at home; he never did before. He sighed as he got more and more depressed about it. He packed up his books, and headed off to class, feeling sorry for himself.

--

Halfway to class, a bright orange flyer taped to a pole caught his eye. Usually he just blew past them, but this one was different:

COLLEGE GUYS!!!! Make BIG $$$$$$ Set Your own Hours!!! Call Abby for an Appt.

There were those tear-off number tags at the bottom. A couple had been taken already. "Probably a scam, or one of those telemarketing scams", he thought, but he grabbed a number anyway, stuffed it in his pocket, and continued to his classes.

--

After classes, he went on to hockey practice, and then to the library to study for a couple of hours. By then it was time to get to work at the Pizza place. A few hours of shlepping pitchers and slices to the rich coeds, and he was ready to call it a night. He dragged himself back to his dorm, ready to just collapse and go to sleep. He reached in his pocket to get his keys, and pulled out the orange tab with the number. "Oh, yeah," he thought sarcastically, "My BIG MONEY opportunity." He chuckled to himslef as he opened the door and went in.

Something made him look at the number again. "What the heck," he said, "I have nothing to lose, and I need the cash." He grabbed the phone ad dialed the number, expecting an answering machine at this late hour. But a woman picked up.

"C.S. Productions," she answered.

"Umm, Hi, my name is John, and I'm calling about the Ad posted on campus. Is Abby there?" John queried nervously.

"Uh-huh, this is Abby," the voice answered, "Let me ask a few questions, okay?"

"Sure, ask away." John readied himself for the surely inane questions to come.

"How old are you, hon?" Abby asked.

"I just turned 18 last month," he answered. "Is that too young?"

"No, 18 is perfect," she said. "What's your height, weight, general build?"

"I'm 6 feet tall, around 180, pretty normal build. I guess maybe I'd call it athletic. I play hockey, so I sorta stay in shape..."

"Oh, an athlete, huh?" she cut him off, "Excellent." He heard her writing some things down, turning some pages.

"How about body hair?"

"No, no body hair," John answered. He had been shaving hid body since being on the high school swim team. But why would she ask that?

"Pubic hair too?" Abby queried.

"Um, what?" John replied. "No, no, no hair at all. I shave for swimming." Actually, he didn't swim competitively any more. He just kept clean shaven because he liked the way it felt, and how it made his cock look bigger. But what was she interested in that for?

"Mmm, nice. A smooth athlete," she sort of purred. "We're just off of campus, on Ackerman. Can you come in tomorrow morning for an interview, maybe some test shots?"

"Sure - wait, test shots?" John asked, "What, like pictures?"

"Yes, pictures", Abby replied, "This is a male modeling job. You've never modeled, have you?"

"No, never," John said.

"That's OK," Abby assured him, "We'll talk about specifics when you get here." She gave him directions, and they hung up.

"Modeling," he thought, "Probably that Abercrombie & Fitch stuff that Brian on the hockey team was doing. I can handle that, if it pays OK."

--

The next morning, he found the place. From the outside, it just looked like a normal off-campus apartment, but he noticed one corner of the house had the windows blacked out. He rang the bell, and the door buzzed to let him in. He waled in, and into the living room of the house. He saw some pictures on the walls, all of college age guys, mostly with their shirts off, giving their "smoldering" looks to the camera. He saw a couple of magazines on the table, "Campus Studs" was the title.

Before he could reach and thumb through one, a cute redhead came into the room. "John?" she queried, "I'm Abby." John shook Abby's hand, and smiled. She looked to be no older than 22, dressed pretty much like most of the girls on campus, in low-waisted jeans and a tight t-shirt. She has a nice petite figure, with firm little breasts, a tight round little ass, and sparkling green eyes, the type John usually fell for. "Follow me," she said, and led him down the hall to an office.

She sat down, and offered John a chair. "Have you heard of Campus Studs before?" she asked.

"I have to be honest, I haven't," John replied, "Sorry."

Abby waved her hand, "No, don't worry, we are fairly new here. I'll tell you the story."

Abby explained that she was a photography student, and that while she was in school, she did some contract work for a small website that offered beefcake photos. She would photograph friends of hers, other students, etc., and sell them to this website. The man who ran the website liked her work, and gave her some money to set up a small studio here near campus, and a website of her own. She figured it was better than working for someone else, so she jumped at the chance. She kept taking pictures of guys on campus, and developed her own website, "Campus Studs".

"Oh," John said, "That's cool; you must be doing pretty well, since you have a magazine now."

"Yes, we're doing OK now, with the website, magazine, and DVDs," Abby stated, "But not at first." She told him about how they just weren't making money, they weren't even breaking even. Then she got a request via the website from a man if she had any nude pictures of a certain model. She didn't, and the guy told her that he'd pay more to see something like that. "So, that's how we got into the business we are now, which is much more lucrative," she said.

"What business is that?", John asked warily.

"Jack-Off magazines and videos," she stated, matter-of-factly, "Lots of guys, and some women too, really want to see young guys, such as yourself, gearing down and playing with themselves. There's a lot more money if you can find a way to sell to a male audience."

John was flabbergated. "I don't know," he stammered, "Naked and all.."

Abby stepped around her desk, and put her hand on John's arm. "You've got the body for it, hon, trust me." She rubbed his chest, and flashed her green eyes at him. "I know I'd pay to see you work it," she cooed.

She walked back to her desk. "Oh, and by the way, here is the pay scale," she stated, slipping a sheet of orange paper into his hands. He looked:

Per-Shoot Payscale ------------------

shirtless$50 per photo session underwear$100 per photo session thong/jockstrap$250 per photo session nude, soft $400 per photo session nude, hard $500 per photo session masturbation $700 per photo session Video masturbation$1000 per session group sessionextra $500

"A thousand dollars!" John gasped, "I could really use that money, but I don't know if I could..."

Abby put her hand on his knee. "You want to try a test shoot? It'll be just me," she said, "No video, and you can stop whenever you feel uncomfortable."

John agreed to the test shoot, after Abby convinced him he could stop everything if he wanted to. She led him down the hall, to a staircase. In the basement, they had a fairly extensive studio set up. There was lots of lights, tripods, reflectors, and such in the center of the room, and in each corner, there was a little "set" configured. In one corner, there was a sort of Dorm Room set up, with a ned, a desk, bookshelves, TV, posters, and the like. In the others, there was a bathroom, complete with shower stall, toilet and, and sink, and a locker room, with benches and lockers. The last corner was a plain black backdrop, with just a black stool in the center.

"we'll use the plain black setup for the test shoot, so we can get a better idea of what we have to work with," Abby told John. "Why don't you just go get comfortable on the stool there."

John went over and propped himself on the stool. Abby pulled out her cellphone, and clicked it. It was one of those walkie-talkie phones. "Karen, Jessie, can you come down to the studio?" she said into the phone, "We have a test subject down here that I need your help and opinions on.

"Karen and Jessie are my partners here, John," she explained. "They'll observe too, and help out with lighting and stuff."

John saw two other similarly-aged women walk in from the stairs, both tall, tanned brunettes, in tank tops and small white shorts that accentuated their long, tan legs. Looking closer, John noticed that they looked to be identical twins. They stepped forward to introduce themselves.

"I'm Jessie," the one on the right stated, "And this is my twin sister Karen."

John shook both of their hands. "I'm John," he sort of gulped in reply. "I've never done this before, so please take it easy on me"

They laughed, and told him not to worry, that he should just relax and be himself. They said that they used to model for Abby, when she was in school, and couldn't afford to pay for models, and that she was easy to work for.

Karen and Jessie each went to one of the bright lights, and aimed them at the stool where John sat. Abby came back over camera in hand. "OK, let's get started," she said. "John, just sit on the stool, with one leg up, and one on the floor, and look at the camera."

He followed her instructions, posing this way and that, smiling or not, as she clicked away. About 20 shots in, Abby asked him to remove his shirt. "No problem there," he thought, and he slipped off his shirt. He was starting to get into this, and liked having the undivided attention of three beautiful women. He flexed playfully for the women, who giggled their approval.

More poses followed. Abby decided that the flexing pose was a good idea, and moved on with more like that, in a "beefcake" vein. John was really starting to enjoy himself, and the girls' laughter was intoxicating. They started to play along too, making comments like "What a stud!" and "Hey Baby, over here!"

Abby asked him to unbutton the tops of his jeans, and slip them down, so he could show off his abs more. John did so, and did that "ab flex" pose he always saw on the fitness magazine covers. He hooked his thumbs in his belt loops, and played with the waistband of his jeans, and Abby's camera kept clicking. She had him run his hand over his hard abs, and took some shots of him from behind, with his jeans slung low on his hips. Karen and Jessie continued their encouragement and coaxing.

John was feeling good about himself when Abby suggesteed he remove his pants, so he did as told, and slipped them off, leaving him wearing just his tight white boxer briefs. "Oooh, nice undies!" Karen cooed at him.

"Who's looking at the undies?" Jessie giggled in response. "It's what inside that counts. Nice ass!"

They all laughed, and John wiggled his ass for them. Then more poses, now laying on his stomch, now from behind with his foot on the stool, now leaning back on the chair from the side. Abby suggested some shots with his thumbs in the waistband, sort of sliding down the briefs a bit, and John obliged. More like that, bent over at the waist, then flexing his abs, then running his hands over his stomach.

Then came the moment of truth. "How about reaching your hand inside your briefs?" Abby asked. "That would be really hot."

John thought about it for a moment, and looked up. Jessie and Karen were just staring at his body, and adjusting their lights. He looked over at Abby, and she gave him a mischievious crooked smile, and winked at him with her beautiful green eyes. How could he resist? He slipped his hand under his waistband, and grabbed hold of his big soft cock.

"Very good," Abby said, and kept clicking. "Now move it off to the side - good. OK, stroke it a little - nice. Play with your balls some - that's it."

John was really getting into it now. He wasn't even thinking about what he was doing. He just kept looking up and seeing those three gorgeous women staring at his package, and kept following Abby's orders. He looked over at Jessie, and thought he saw her lick her lips and smile, but couldn't be sure, as he was really starting to get worked up.

"OK, roll down your waistband so your cock head is peeking out the top. Excellent." Abby continued with her instructions. "Now turn around, and slide your briefs down so we can see some crack peeking out. Mmm, nice. Lay down on your belly, and slide them down to your thighs. Smile! Very good. OK, turn back over, sit up, and slip them down to your ankles."

John did as he was instructed, and realized he was now totally nude, with a raging hard-on, in front of these women. He didn't care, though, as he felt amazing. He sat with his briefs around his ankles and smiled as Abby kept clicking away. He was just going with the flow now, doing everything they told him. It was such a rush being ordered around this way.

She had him lie on his stomach, facing away from her, and tuck his cock and balls back between his legs, so they showed from behind. Then back up on all fours, ass in the air, balls dangling down. OK, back up standing, and cup your balls in your hand. Smile. OK stroke it faster. Point it down so it is stright out. Now let it go, and let it smack against your stomach. More encouragement from the other girls had John almost in a trance. He was putty in their hands, they could do whatever they wanted to him right now.

"John, will you come for us?" Abby asked. "If you can, we can pay you as if this were a normal shoot. Girls, he passes the test, right?"

"Absolutely," Jessie stated emphatically. "I'd say he more than passes."

"Uh-huh," Karen offered, and she smiled at John, and giggled.

John stood there with his rock hard cock in his hand, and all he knew was that he was really enjoying this.

"Sure," he answered, "I think I can do that." He laughed out loud, and started stroking with more purpose.

"Great. Lay down on your back on those pillows in the corner," Abby instructed. "Aim it straight up, and use nice, long strokes for the camera. Tell me when you are about to shoot."

John laid dowon, and started stroking like he was told. He closed his eyes, and imagined the three girls circled around him, naked. He imagined the twins running each others breasts and kissing each other, while Abby leaned in and stroked his cock. He moaned out loud as the fantasy in his mind developed. He started to stroke faster as he imagined Abby lowering her moist lips onto his rock hard erection. Jessie was now lapping at Karen's pussy, at least in his mind. He fondled his balls, and kept stroking, his imagination working just as feverishly as his hand.

"I'm - gonna - cum!" he gasped out, and he opened his eyes. He saw Abby move in closer with her camera, the motor whirring away as she captured every frame. Karen and Jessie had abandoned their lights, and moved in for a closer look. It felt like a volcano erupting when the first big rope of cum shot out, straight up into the air, splashing down on his stomach. Stream after stream of cum shot up, landing on his belly, or running down his hand and over his balls. Finally, after what seemed an eternity, the last drops dribbled out, and down his already softening shaft.

"Awesome!" Abby congratulated him. "Hold on, I need a few more shots". She took some close-ups of his cum-covered cock in his cum-covered hand, and some shots of him laying back with cum pooled on his stomach.

"Run your hands through it, over your stomach. Very nice!"

Abby clapped softly, and the twins joined in. "I think we can definitely use that," Abby stated. "You did an excellent job, John. Are you sure you haven't jerked off for pictures before?"

"No, I'm sure," John laughed.

"Alright then. Jessie, can you go help John clean himself up, while I work on getting his money?" Abby asked the leggy brunette.

"No problem whatsoever," Jessie answered cheerfully. She walked aver, and grabbed him by the cock. "Follow me," she said, and smiled. She led him by the cock to a small washroom just outsidfe the studio door, and washed off all the cum with a warm soapy cloth. She dried him completely with a nice soft towel, and then led him back into the studio, again by the cock.

"Hey, take it easy on his equipment!" Abby laughed in Jessie's direction. "He needs to keep that in top shape, so we can all make big money."

"Sorry, but I was gentle," Jessie quipped, and let go of him, with a little giggle.

Karen brought him his clothes, and handed them to him as he dressed. "Please excuse my sister's, um, forward nature. She's a bit of a more dominant personality than I am," she stated quietly. "She can't resist messing around when she sees a cute guy with a big cock."

John took that as a compliment, and even blushed a little. When he was fully dressed, Abby brought over his check. "So that's $700, like on the price list," she said as she handed him the check. "Maybe next time we can go for more money, with a video, or working with other models for a big payday."

"I think the video is OK, probably," John stated, "But I'm not sure about doing that with another guy, at least not yet."

"Fair enough, we'll stick with the video first then," Abby told him, "But our other models are not necessarily all other guys."

"Huh?" John shot back, lamely.

"Yeah, Jessie and I sometimes will work with the right guy," Karen piped in.

"Or better yet, guys!" Jessie added.

John smiled broadly. He was starting to think he had found his new calling...

THE END

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A HOT CFNM Office Competition

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Surprisingly one of my most interesting sexual experiences began with a sales competition at work.

Three months prior to the experience I am about to share we set up a new sales team at our office comprised of three women. Up until that point my co-worker Matt and I had done all of the outside sales for the regional office of a large computer systems company. The new team, who we referred to as the girls, included Lisa, Marie and Jennifer. They are all in their early 30's, unattached and are really cool. They all had a great attitude and worked hard and played hard. Each of them had some industry experience; they got along like life-long buddies and were proving to be quite a good sales team. Although as far as Matt and I were concerned they couldn't hold a candle to us.

In January the company set up a little competition between our team and the girls' team. Besides a nice bonus, the winners would get a trip to Jamaica. The competition would last for a quarter and even though the girls had us out numbered we felt we had a sure thing. We had the major accounts and knew the market.

By the end of the first week in March we were $200,000 ahead of the girls and decided to invite them to happy hour to gloat a bit. We grabbed a big booth at a bar near the office and when the waitress arrived Matt and I ordered a beer. Lisa said, "Yes beers all around and 5 shots of tequila."

After our third round of beers and shots the girls were getting pretty rowdy and we were doing a good job of rubbing in our $200K lead. Then Jennifer stood up and said, "big deal, we're going to kick your ass."

"Yeh right," I responded.

"Ok big guy," said Marie "let's sweeten the pot ... if we win, you two guys will be our slaves for an evening, if you win we're yours." Matt and I were both dumb struck.

"What's the matter super salesmen, cat got your tongue?" said Jennifer.

I looked at Matt and said, "they're nuts," then I turned to the girls and told them they were on.

Looking back on things now, it was pretty obvious we were set up. The girls closed a major account with a national retailer the next week. They had this in their pocket all the time and played us like absolute suckers.

On April 1st Matt and I both got the same email. "Hello fools or should I say slaves. Show up at Marie's house 2412 Canyon Drive at 6pm on Saturday ... doesn't be late. Bring some casual clothes to change in to after your chores."

Well a bets a bet so Matt and I hooked up about 4 pm for a few pre humiliation beers. It had been a hot day in LA so we were both wearing shorts and t-shirts. We expected to clean house, serve drinks and be generally teased by the girls. The following morning they were heading off for Jamaica so we assumed they would spend a good part of the evening rubbing that in our noses.

We showed up at 5:59 pm and our expectations weren't that far off. The girls met us drinks in hand in their new tropical leisure attire ... sarongs and sexy halter tops. They all looked stunning. Lisa and Marie are both tall lean brunettes while Jennifer is bit shorter but has one of those great curvy, well endowed bodies. "Hi losers," they greeted us in unison, "time to get to work." For the first hour we served them rum drinks and appetizers while they chatted in the living room. We cleaned the kitchen, the bathrooms and the pool. They'd occasionally check in on us to tell us what losers we were, give cleaning orders, and generally just laugh at us. About every 20 minutes or so they'd yell slaves, slaves our drinks are empty and we'd mix them another round.

After the pool they told us to go take a shower and change into our clean clothes. There were two bathrooms so it was only about 15 minutes before we were back in the living room. Surprisingly, they had us sit down and we each got a Mai Tai. Marie said we'd been such good slaves they had a treat for us. We'd get to see what they'd be wearing on the beach in Jamaica next week while we were hard at work. They put some reggae music on the stereo and one at a time the each went into the bedroom to change. Marie was first and my jaw just about dropped when she walked out wearing a Brazilian cut bikini. She sauntered in slow and sex and then gave Matt and I each a little runway show. The girls were all pretty buzzed by this time and they were laughing and clapping as Marie strutted her stuff in front of us for about 15 minutes.

"More drinks slaves and make another one for yourselves as well," Lisa yelled. When we returned Jennifer was gone, but she soon reappeared wearing a similarly almost nothing bikini. Her performance was raunchier than Marie's almost like a lap dance. When she stood in front of me she turned around and with her ass barely a foot from my face, she then spread her legs and did a forward bend. I could see the outlines of her pussy lips through the thin fabric and I literally started salivating. When I looked at her upside down face between her legs she gave me a wink. Luckily I was wearing loose pants because my cock was throbbing. I'm sure Matt was having the same reaction as I was because he was squirming in his seat during the Jennifer show.

Last up was Lisa and I think she must have been inspired by Jennifer because after she bent over and displayed her thong covered ass, she turned around and put her hands on my shoulders and leaned forward until her breasts were about 2 inches from my nose. Her nipples were hard and her perfume was intoxicating. Without even thinking about it I reached out with my tongue to lick her exposed flesh. She immediately pulled back and teasingly scolded me, "bad slave," she said "look but don't touch." The other girls laughed and made comments about what an unruly slave I was and that I should be punished.

"That slave needs a spanking," said Marie as she got up and left the room. She returned a few minutes later with a riding crop and told me to get on my hands and knees. "No way," I told her.

She responded by saying, "a deal is a deal and you are our slave, isn't that right Matt?"

I'm sure Matt thought this was funny because he said, "yes a deal's a deal." So I figured ok I'll play along and got to my hands and knees.

"10 lashes for this bad boy," Jennifer said. "10 it is," replied Marie and the next thing I felt was a light smack on my butt. Harder the girls yelled, Matt too I think as they counted 2,3,4,5,6,7,8,9,10. I tried not to show any reaction but the last 4 had me gritting my teeth to keep from yelling out.

"Ok Slave," said Marie "sit down and be a good boy."

Well my pain was soon forgotten because the music was turned up and all three girls were dirty dancing for us. They were rubbing up against each other as well as Matt and I ... they were teasing the shit out of us and they knew it. My cock was back at full attention and I'm sure Matt's was too as our eyes roamed from barely covered breast, to barely covered ass, to barely covered pussy. Seeing but not seeing what was underneath those skimpy bikinis was an incredible turn on ... one of the biggest I've ever had.

When the song ended Lisa said, "Ok you're next Slaves, get up and dance for us." I looked at Matt and he looked at me and we both just shrugged our shoulders and stood and started dancing. After our pre-arrival beers and the two strong Mai Tai's neither of us was feeling too much pain ... my butt excluded.

"Shirts off boys, we showed you skin, let's see yours," yelled Marie. No big deal I thought so I pulled my shirt over my head and threw it at Marie and Matt did the same to Lisa while the girls howled with laughter.

"Time for shots," said Jennifer. "A round of tequila and fresh horses for my men. Get moving slaves and bring lime and salt," she added. When we got back to the room we were both told to lie on our backs on the floor. Jennifer then knelt over me and stuck the lime in my mouth and then licked my left nipple until it was nice and wet. She sprinkled salt on my wet flesh and then with long swipe of her tongue licked it all up. She then drank the shot of tequila after which she leaned over my face and took the lime from my mouth with hers.

Lisa was next and pretty much did the same thing to Matt that Jennifer did to me. He was definitely turned on by her nipple licking. A bulge in his pants was more than obvious and didn't go unnoticed by the girls. "This slave's getting excited;" exclaimed Lisa "and he didn't have our permission."

"On your hands and knees slave," said Jennifer while she grabbed the riding crop. "He disrespected you Lisa, do you want to do it or should I punish this bad slave," laughingly added Jennifer. "You do it Jennifer, I want to watch his face but punish him good ... 10 lashes I think," said Lisa.

Matt was smiling and I don't think he had a clue how much a riding crop could sting, especially one wielded by a drunk amateur. Anyway the girls started counting and by 8 I think if Matt had his eyes open we would have seen tears. "Have you learned your lesson slave," Lisa said. All Matt could do was nod his head in affirmation.

"Time for my shot," said Marie as she pushed Matt onto his back. After shoving the lime in his mouth she unbuttoned the top two buttons of his pants while he lay there passively. She then knelt between his legs and after seductively letting her tits slide up his thighs she began licking his stomach from his belly button down as far as the partially unbuttoned pants would allow. I'm sure she just wanted to see if she could get him hard again but Matt I guess dreading another 10 lashes, was watching a baseball game in his mind because there wasn't a hint of arousal as she lapped up the salt, took her shot and then took the lime out of his mouth. She gently patted his crotch when she was done and pointed out to the other girls what a well mannered slave he was and that he deserved a reward. She then said it was his turn for a body shot and he could pick any of the girls and position them however he wished.

Well Matt wasn't passive for long because he jumped to his feet and said, "I want Lisa, I want her on her back and I want her to pull her legs over her head, spread them and hold her ankles."

"Whoo Hoo," the girls screamed, Marie and Jennifer were laughing and yelling as Lisa lay on her back and got into position. Matt smiled at her as he put the lime in her mouth and then moved behind her and began to slowly lick up the thong to her pussy, sliding his tongue slightly under the thin fabric. Lisa was now the one squirming as Matt continued his long licks. While building up a good layer of saliva he was unmercifully teasing Lisa's pussy and ass.

Lisa finally pulled the lime out of her mouth and pantingly yelled, "that's enough. I'm wet enough for the salt!"

Marie and Jennifer got a kick out of this ... "she's wet enough alright," said Jennifer.

Then Matt sprinkled a little salt on inside of her thigh, took one more long slow lick to get the salt before he took his shot. He then mashed his lips against Lisa's before grabbing the lime.

I thought I was next but, that was not the case. "More dancing slaves," said Marie "if you do well you may get another treat."

They cranked up the music and I guess something clicked, i.e. inhibitions somewhat lost for Matt and I because we both started really getting into dancing and teasing our audience. The girls were all sitting on the couch and we worked our way down the line from one to the next giving each our rendition of a lap dance. We rubbed our crotches on their legs, shaked our butts in front of them and nuzzled their necks with our lips.

Then all of a sudden Lisa yelled, "lose the pants slaves."

"Yes lose the pants," the other two girls hollered.

So I kicked off my shoes and strutted in front of her and slowly began to unbutton and then unzip my pants. I arched backward pushing my crotch near her face and rotated it while letting my pants slide down my legs before kicking them away. Matt following my lead did something similar in front of Marie.

It was interesting seeing the lust tables somewhat turned. The girls were completely focused on whoever was in front of them. I had on grey boxer briefs and Matt had on light blue regular boxers and as we played lap dancers the girls reached out their hands to touch our chests, our stomachs our legs, and our asses. They weren't yelling ... they were simply completely focused on whoever was in front of them or beside them if they were the odd girl out. Strangely none of the girls rubbed our cocks, I'm not sure if this was a plan or they were just all of a sudden feeling a bit timid.

Then the third time I came down the line Jennifer's began fondling my waist and ass, suddenly she grabbed the waist band of my briefs and yanked them down exposing my cock. "Now that's what I really want to see," she said in a low voice.

I heard a "me too" to my right and saw Lisa pulling down Matt's boxers.

"Oh Yeh," yelled Marie "now we can really see what our slaves have to offer." Strangely I had been focused on dancing and teasing to this point and my cock while a bit more than flaccid was by no means erect.

Jennifer reached forward took my balls in her palm, looked directly into my eyes and with a slow, sultry voice said, "I want to see your cock hard." She then began to stroke it while Lisa did the same to Matt.

Whatever inhibition or fear or plan the girls had went out the window because our cocks were definitely not off limits anymore. I heard one of the girls say "oh god this is so sexy" while Matt and I continued to move up the line spending a few minutes with each girl before moving on to the next.

At that moment I was thinking if I had it to do over again I'd be a male stripper because nothing I'd ever seen was sexier than watching a woman's pure animal passion unleashed. They stroked our cocks, fondled our balls and ass and nuzzled their noses into our groins inhaling our male scent. By the time I came to Marie my cock was dripping which she pointed out to her friends before leaning in with her tongue to lick up the precum dangling from the head.

"Matt's dripping too," said Lisa.

"Well don't waste it," Jennifer said. I watched as Lisa leaned forward and engulfed the head of Matt's cock with her mouth. Her cheeks hollowed as she sucked while milking the shaft with her hand. "Good girl, she knows how to get every drop," said Jennifer.

Lisa pulled her mouth of Matt's cock with a plop and looked at her friends with a smile of satisfaction and pride on her face. "God that was yummy," she said. And then she added," I've got an idea, slaves step back three paces and don't move."

The girls had a little huddle session and all I could hear were whispers and laughs and a few umm hums. When the huddle broke Marie left the room and Lisa told us to step forward. She took my cock in her hand and Jennifer took Matt's. They began by stroking us and then leaned forward and took our cocks in their mouths while caressing our balls. I was getting close to the edge when Marie came back and said, "Ok got it and held up a ruler."

Lisa and Jennifer pulled back off our cocks and Lisa said, "Ready for pmeasurement time slaves."

Marie then moved first to Matt's cock which Jennifer held straight out. She placed the ruler along the top while Jennifer pushed the mushroomed head up to meet the ruler. "6 and 1/2 inches," said Marie and then she and Lisa measured me. "7 and 1/8," she said.

Lisa then took the lead and said, "Our slaves have both have great cocks, but now we have to check their balls and see how much cum they have for us, my suggestion ladies is a pre-Jamaica departure cum cocktail."

"Yes it's definitely time for a cum cocktail," added Jennifer. "We want you to stroke your cocks and show us how much wonderful cum our slaves have for us." Jennifer then pointed to me and said, "you first, step forward."

At this point I didn't care about anything but having an orgasm. I'd been so excited, unexcited, re-excited, and then very excited over the last couple of hours. I stepped up to the couch in front of the girls. My cock was about a foot from their faces. I wrapped my hand around it and began to masturbate myself. I felt hands on my thighs and balls and I heard them urging me to cum for them. When I felt myself getting close Lisa said, "Good boy show us what you've got for us." I looked down to see her holding a champagne glass under the head of my cock. I let out a deep groan as my entire body began to quiver and then I exploded. Lisa tilted the glass in front of my cock as jet after creamy jet burst forth.

In my stupor I heard an "Oh my god look at him cum, this is so cool" from one of the girls and gasps of excitement from the others.

When I finally stopped ejaculating Jennifer took my cock in her hand and milked the last few drops into the glass before turning to Matt and saying, "ok it's your turn."

Well I guess watching three women watch me masturbate and catch my cum in a glass must have been about all the stimulation Matt needed because he stepped forward and in seconds was adding his contribution to the girls' cocktail. When I had looked at my cum in the glass after I came and at the expressions on the girls' faces I felt pretty proud, but Matt put me to shame in a big way. Big ropey jets of semen shot out of him into the glass and they dwarfed my load. The girls were absolutely ecstatic ... proof I guess that a big load of cum is better than 5/8 of an inch any day. When he finally stopped shooting the glass was nearly half full. Lisa took the honors of milking the remnants from Matt's dick as he stood there in a post orgasmic daze.

Lisa then raised the glass and while gazing at it swirled the mixture blending my cum with Matt's. "Boys," she said "You guys are a lot of fun ... you're honorable, you're great slaves and you are both very sexy. Here's to ya from your Jamaica bound co-workers" She then took a big drink from the glass and passed it to Marie who did the same before handing it to Jennifer. Jennifer gave us both a wink, put her nose over the glass and inhaled deeply before holding it over her lips and pouring the last of the cum cocktail into her smiling mouth.

The girls then stood up and took turns giving us each a big hug and a kiss. They then told us to put on our clothes. When we were dressed they walked us to the door and held it open for us. As we were walking in silence to the car Lisa yelled, "Heh guys!" When we stopped and turned around she continued, "We had a great time and hope you did too ... perhaps when we get back from Jamaica we should consider getting together for more than just a cocktail."

THE END

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Apartment living can be fun. But when you're having fun, you should keep your shades closed -- especially if you're having fun by yourself. I learned the hard way.

It was a Friday night and I didn't have a date. So I rented a porn movie and decided to sit down in my favorite chair and jerk off while watching it. Now, my chair was located near windows that I thought were blocked from view by other tenants because of nearby tree branches and leaves. Boy, was I ever wrong, and did I ever have to pay for it.

I put the video in my VCR and turned it on, then sat down completely nude, as I usually do when watching porn, keeping a bottle of baby oil and a box of tissues on a desk next to the chair.

The opening shot had a great blow job scene and my penis instantly popped up into a firm erection. So I applied the oil and began stroking my cock while enjoying the film. I must have been particularly horny because my stroking felt so good and I could tell I was going to come pretty fast.

I wasn't too concerned about that because I was by myself, so I kept rubbing my penis faster and faster. Before the opening scene of the movie was finished I could feel my balls tighten followed by a sensational rush throughout my body that soon had my cock stretched out to full intensity.

Seconds later, my dick was shooting semen high into the air, spraying my chest and tummy with hot shots of pleasant feeling cum. It was quite a bath, and I had to use a lot of tissues to clean myself off. It was such a great orgasm that I decided to stay in the chair, play with my cock and get it hard again.

It didn't take too long. The movie helped, of course, and I had another hard-on minutes later. A few more drops of oil and I was rubbing my cock full speed ahead. It took longer to come the second time, but there was another hot scene, this one of a women getting it good from three men who had their cocks in her mouth, pussy and asshole. That really set me off.

"Fuck her good!" I yelled at the TV screen, as I stood up and beat my meat like there was no tomorrow. As one guy came on the woman's face and another pumped his load on her stomach, I shot my second big load of the night, this time splattering my living room rug with white, creamy cum.

I was just bending over cleaning up the rug when the phone rang. I walked over to the counter near the kitchen where the phone was, picked up the receiver and when I said, "Hello," I was in for the shock of my life.

"Hi," a young woman's voice was saying, "My friends and I really enjoyed your show."

I was stunned and absolutely speechless, until I was able to spout out, "What?" as if in disbelief.

"We wanted to let you know if you get tired, try using your other hand. It will feel like someone else is stroking it."

I could hear other girls giggling in the background and I looked out my window to see the light on in a second-floor apartment in the building next door with some people standing by a window and a woman holding the phone.

It was then that I realized they could see the inside of my apartment. I had thought the trees were blocking the view, but there was a huge space where they had a perfect view.

I was stunned and silent for I don't know how long, when the woman asked, "You still there?"

In my near paralyzed state, I managed to get out a feeble, "Yeah."

"Listen," she said. "You shouldn't walk around like that. You might catch cold. And you should keep your curtains closed or you might catch hell!" More laughter.

I suddenly realized they could still see me. I quickly put the phone down and in my confusion ran to the window to shut the curtains. But that would take too long, so I turned around to turn out the living room light. But the kitchen light was still on, so I ran over there to turn it out. As I passed the phone receiver I could still hear laughter. They must have gotten quite a kick watching me in my moment of humiliation with my cock, balls and ass bouncing around.

After I turned out all the lights I picked up the phone to still hear laughter. Then I heard a click as the woman hung up.

My heart was pounding with embarrassment, but I also noticed I was hard as a rock again! Although the experience was mortifying, I was still excited by it. I walked into my bedroom, making sure the curtains were closed before I turned the light on. Then I jerked off thinking about what had just happened. After I came, it was only minutes before I was hard again. I masturbated to orgasm two more times, a total of five times for the night.

But by the next morning the embarrassment set in again. I couldn't believe I had been spied on by a bunch of female neighbors. I was too ashamed to walk by their apartment building for fear they would see me, but I also wanted to know who they were.

Within a few days of peeking out my window I managed to see two roommates who shared the apartment. One girl was short and very pretty. The other was very unattractive and overweight.

A week later there was a party for residents of the apartment complex in the entertainment room of the main office. I got up the courage to go, even though I knew there was a possibility I'd be the resident laughing stock.

I was there for a little while when I saw the pretty girl sitting at a counter eating a slice of pizza. After much thought, I got up the nerve to approach her and introduce myself.

"Yeah, I know who you are," she said, grinning mischievously.

"I'm Nancy and this is my roommate Helen," she added, pointing to her fat friend who was nearby. Helen also had a big smile on her face as if enjoying my shame.

"Well, I hope you're still not spying on me," I said nervously.

Nancy quickly shot back, "How can you spy on someone who opens his private life to you?" It was clear she felt confident and had the upper hand.

I still felt uneasy, but tried to continue the conversation. I'm not sure why. Maybe I just wanted to know what they felt about the whole thing.

"Well," I said timidly. "I just think you should know I don't do that all the time."

This time it was Helen's turn. "That's good to know," she said. "You wouldn't want to go blind." Both she and Nancy laughed, Nancy hitting her on the arm.

"Don't mind Helen, she can be really lewd," Nancy said as if that would comfort me.

By this time I had to admit absolute defeat and told them I was curious about what exactly they saw and who else was there that night.

Nancy was polite and just said, "Oh, what we saw!"

But Helen jumped in to add: "We saw everything! We especially enjoyed the showers."

It was humiliating knowing this fat bitch had seen me naked and watched me jerk off a couple of times.

Nancy hit Helen lightly again and said, "I warned you about her."

We had a few more words, but I figured I had been castrated enough by these women. I thought that was the end of our relationship. Boy, was I ever wrong again.

A couple of months later, Nancy and Helen had moved out of the apartment building. A few days after they did, I received a videotape in the mail. It was a video of me jerking off!

Not only had they seen me the night they called, but they also videotaped a couple of other nights I was beating off in front of the TV, zooming in for a clear view. Each time I could hear several girls laughing and talking as they watched.

An unsigned note accompanying the tape said the tape was originally made "for your own good." They had planned to send it to me to warn me of what they could see, but they were clowning around one night and the phone call took care of that. But I still think mailing me the video was Helen's way of humiliating me one last time.

The note claimed the girls wanted me to have the tape. But I could tell it was a copy, and I often think about how often it's shown at bachelorette parties or other gatherings.

It makes my heart sink sometimes. But I also notice I get a hard-on when I think about it, and I jerk off, not always keeping the curtains closed.

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