All CFNM Stories: 2008-01-06

Saturday

A CFNM Hospital Visit

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When I woke up in my hospital room, I could only remember parts of what had happened to me. I was driving on a highway when a pickup truck had clipped one of my rear tires. My car spun around off the road and flipped a few times - that much I remembered. Where was I driving to? I had no clue. Was I alone in the car? Then my heart skipped a beat and filled up with anxiety. Something in my mind told me Annie might have been in the passenger seat. Annie, one of my closest friends from college was also my first and biggest college crush. The feeling was never mutual and we remained friends, but her silky brown hair, hazel eyes, and luscious lips always kept me up at night. Now I feared she might be in the next hospital room in the same condition as mine or even worse.

My neck was held in place by a thick, sweaty brace and my right arm was in a cast. The top of my head was also wrapped in bandages. As I continued to examine my injuries, the door opened. In came a short middle-aged nurse with brown hair and glasses.

"Oh good, you're up. I guess you've slept long enough. You have a guest." She stepped half-way out the door, "Come on in, he's awake."

It was Annie. In a combination of relief and excitement, I tried to leap from my bed, but nothing moved. Annie had a troubled expression on her face - I must have looked pretty beaten up.

"I'll leave you two alone," said the nurse, "let me know if I can get you anything." She gave me a wink, left, and closed the door.

Annie walked up to me and placed her hand on my arm.

"I...I'm so sorry... Are you feeling any better?" she looked as though she was going to cry.

"I'm ok, now that you're here! I can't remember what happened. For a little while, I was worried you might have been in the car with me!"

"You don't remember?" She looked distressed.

"Well, I know I was run off the road, but I can't remember what happened before or after."

She took a deep breath before she spoke, "You're here because of me..." Her eyes began to water. "You were driving to the airport to pick me up. Someone found you unconscious on the side of the road and called an ambulance."

"Holy shit. What about my car?"

"It's totalled." By now tears were streaming down her cheeks.

"Hey, don't cry. It's really not your fault. Accidents happen."

Her lips quiverred as she spoke, "But you wouldn't have been on the road had I not asked you to pick me up!"

If I could have hugged her to comfort her I would have. But my right arm was completely immobilized with the cast. I held her hand with my left, "Please, don't think that. Really, don't blame yourself."

It was a tender moment, the kind I had always wanted to share with Annie. "Here why don't you sit down." She took the chair that sat next to my bed and we continued to chat for a little while. She knew a lot more about my condition than I did - 30 stitches in my head, broken right shoulder and collar bone, and bruises all over my upper body. Apparently, I was lucky - the seatbelt had saved my life and also kept me from damaging my lower body. As we continued to talk I took notice of how good she looked. Her slender frame was complemented by her gentle curves that showed nicely through her red tank top and tight jeans.

"I wish I could stay and keep you company, but I have to go to class now."

I didn't even know what time it was. As Annie got up from her chair, she leaned over and kissed my forehead. The sweet gesture was a pleasant surprise but more of my attention was taken by the point-blanke look I had down her tank top. She was wearing a white lacey bra that hugged her beautiful milky flesh. It was the most of her cleavage that I'd ever seen and I wish I could have paused time at that moment.

"I'll try to visit again later this afternoon, ok?" As she left the room I took a leisurely look at her perfectly rounded ass.

While she was gone, my mind was totally dominated by visions of Annie. I wanted her so badly and she knew it. Annie's known for years, and we'd never discussed it. She always made sure not to lead me on, which is why the kiss on the forehead was so surprising. Maybe she did it because she felt so guilty about the accident. Whatever the case, I couldn't stop thinking about her.

Though my upper body was mostly immobilized, my lower body proved it was as lively as ever with a raging hard-on. My cock was demanding attention and I tried to stroke it off with my opposite hand since my right-hand was stuck in its cast. Not only was my left hand too uncoordinated but pain shot through my arm and shoulder each time because of the huge bruises. I had to stop and my balls began to ache a bit. As hard as I tried, I couldn't get my mind off of Annie.

An hour or so had passed but my erection managed to persist. The door knocked again. My heart (and cock) stirred for a moment as I hoped it would be Annie. I covered myself and said, "Come in." It was the same middle-aged nurse. "I'm here to give you your bath."

Uh oh.

With my cock still erect this was bound to be embarassing. She undid the top of my hospital garb and began to sponge my chest and worked around my casted shoulder and neck. It felt suprisingly refreshing. I closed my eyes and tried to imagine that the nurse was Annie. It was a bad idea, though, since it only made my cock harder.

"Oh my!" she exclaimed. Caught. She took notice of my enormous erection.

I apologized immediately, "I'm sorry, please don't get the wrong idea. I was thinking about somebody before you got here."

She giggled, "Don't worry, I know. You wouldn't go for an old lady like me. You were thinking about your girlfriend, right?"

She seemed understanding enough and I sighed with relief, "Well, she's not my girlfriend, sadly. Annie's just a friend."

"Oh, that's too bad. But you must like this Annie a lot; she's gorgeous," she smiled.

"Yes she is. Here, I can take over from here."

As I gestured for the sponge, she rested her hand on my thigh and said, "Ok, if you'd be more comfortable cleaning your own private area, that's fine, but I'd be happy to do it for you." I stammered for a second and she went on, "And besides, you really look like you could use some relief."

"Uhhh... excuse me?"

She looked directly in my eyes, "I can give you a hand if you'd like. Don't worry; I've done it many times before. It's some what of a standard procedure."

My mind said, "No way," but my cock seemed to beg, "Yes please." God, I thought to myself, why couldn't a younger, attractive nurse offer me the same? But like she said, I really needed the relief so I ashamedly gave in, "Ok, I would like that actually."

"Good," she smiled. She wrapped her fingers around my cock and whispered, "You can close your eyes and pretend this is your friend Annie's hand."

I chose to do just that. I put together a complete image of Annie just as she was when she visited earlier - red tank top, jeans, etc. - only now she was stroking my cock with expert skill. The mental images and physical sensations blended into ecstasy as I relished every second. As her soft hand picked up its pace I began to feel an urgent pressure in my balls. Just as I was getting close, the nurse's pager went off. The high-pitched beeping took me out of the mental picture, and her hand off my cock, as she checked to see what the matter was.

"Oh my, I'm needed down the hall. Looks like an emergency. I'm sorry to do this, but I'll have to pick up where I left off when I get back. We're currently short-staffed." She dashed out of the room before I could protest.

My cock was quiverring from the anticipation of relief. I was probably close enough to finish myself off despite the pain in my arm, but I was enjoying the handjob so much that I was willing to wait for my nurse to come back. She would have to return sooner or later to retrieve the sponge and bucket, I figured. I waited there staring at my cock standing firm in the air like a flagpole. I grew anxious as my cock continued to demand my attention. I resisted the temptation to take hold of the situation and finish myself off, knowing it would be worth the wait.

After a few minutes which seemed like hours, I was elated to hear a knock on the door. I shouted, "Oh thank god you're back. Come in! I'm dying over here!"

When the door opened, my heart almost flew out of my chest. It was Annie. I frantically tried to cover myself but my bruised arm couldn't respond in time. She turned her head away, embarassed, and yelled, "Sorry!"

"No, no, no I'M sorry - it's my fault. I told you to come in. I thought you were the nurse!"

Annie turned back towards me now that I was somewhat concealed. She saw the sponge and bucket of soapy water, "Ohhh, I see, you were in the middle of getting a bath."

"Yeah, nurse had to leave because of an emergency." My heart was pounding from the embarassment of having exposed myself, to Annie, of all people.

It was clear that she was trying her best not to glance at the tent in my hospital garb. "Is she coming back or are you going to get another nurse?" she asked.

"Well, I don't know. I hope the same nurse comes back."

She giggled and joked, "Why? Do you like getting your sponge baths from older nurses?"

"No, no. She's just nice, that's all."

"Isn't it weird getting bathed by a nurse like that? I mean, she must be at least 40."

"Yeah probably. She's just doing her job, I guess."

She came over and sat in the chair next to my bed. "Did she clean... you know... down there too?"

"No, she hadn't gotten to cleaning that yet..."

"Oh," she smiled, "well, I thought she might have, because you were looking rather... aroused when I walked in!"

I could feel my own face blush. Fuck it, I thought. I decided to be honest with her. "Ok, to tell you the truth, I had a bit of a painful erection and... this is really embarassing but... my nurse was nice enough to offer a hand."

"Really!? Wow, I thought that only happened in porn..." she seemed surprised but not disgusted, thankfully.

"Yeah. But she had to leave abruptly. And so when you knocked on the door I was so... uh, excited thinking it was her, I didn't bother to cover myself. I'm really sorry you had to see that."

"No, don't be sorry. Are you ok? Are you in pain right now?" Her delicate face showed genuine concern.

Normally, I would have been too embarassed to answer such a question, especially with Annie, but having already exposed myself, I openly admitted, "Well, yeah. I mean, see for yourself."

Annie looked over to the bulge in my hospital garb, "Oh wow, no kidding."

"Ah, it's ok. Hopefully the nurse will be back soon," I said.

Then there was a brief silence. "You know," Annie paused, "I've been thinking all day..."

"Yeah?"

"... that you wouldn't have gotten in that accident if I hadn't asked you for a ride from the airport... and..."

"No, no," I interrupted, "don't think of it that way."

"Please," she said firmly, "you got hurt doing me a favor." Annie placed her hand on my thigh and my cock flinched sharply. She looked at me with her beautiful hazel eyes and continued, "Let me do you a favor."

She slid her chair over towards my legs so she could get closer. My heart was pounding with anticipation. She stared at my bulge for a moment and seemed somewhat hesitant. I could tell she was a little afraid.

"Annie, you don't have to do this... Really, it's ok, if you're uncomfortable..."

"No, I want to do this for you. Just leave everything to me." She reached over, undid my garb, and my cock eagerly sprang out. I watched with anxious delight as her hand cautiously approached. A thrilling surge of pleasure ran through my body as she wrapped her cool, delicate fingers around my hot shaft. I let out a soft moan as she began to stroke up and down. Unlike earlier with the nurse, I didn't have to close my eyes and imagine - this really was Annie. As she increased her pace gradually, the pleasure doubled, then tripled, and on and on. As difficult as it was, I tried to control my breath to keep myself from coming too soon. I was determined to prolong this as much as possible. It was like a dream. As she pumped harder, I fought even harder to keep my load. Just as I was getting close, she stopped.

I shot her a look of disappointment as she slumped back in her chair. "This doesn't seem to be working," she said. My cock couldn't have disagreed more, since I was only seconds away from exploding.

And then it happened.

She scooted to the front of her chair, leaned over, took a hold of me, and wrapped her soft lips around my cock. I let out an audible gasp. Annie's mouth gave me the biggest shock of my life. Those lips that I'd dreamed of for years were now sliding up and down my shaft. The feeling was rivaled only by the sight of it. Her gorgeous brown locks tossed around as her head bobbed in my lap. I was in heaven.

My voice quiverred, "Ohhhh... Annie... Oh god, I've wanted this for so long..."

She worked her tongue like a pro, swirling and slurping the bulb and underside. As she slid her lips down my cock, I warned her, "Annie, I'm close." When she resumed her sucking, I warned her again, "Annie, I'm coming!!" Her head bobbed even faster ramming my cock deep in her throat. "AHHHHH!!!!!" I came for what felt like a solid minute as Annie swallowed each drop. I was panting hard and sweating, completely exhausted, while she continued to gently suck me as I turned soft. No longer concerned with holding my load, I leisurely enjoyed the view and delicately took in each sensation as her lips, with their loving caress, brought me back down.

She pulled off and slumped back in her chair, "All better?" she grinned.

In a combined state of shock and profound pleasure, I replied, "I've never been better."

"Despite the broken bones, huh?" she said.

"Yeah, I'd forgotten all about those," I said with a laugh which was followed by an awkward pause.

"I..." she murmured, "...it just hurts me so much to see you like this. I want to do whatever else I can to make it up to you."

"Well," I smiled, "Annie, it would really make me happy if..." I stopped to think for a moment.

"If what?" she asked eagerly, "come on, tell me."

"...if you visit me again tomorrow."

Annie's face lit up, "Of course! Are you kidding? I'm going to take care of you until you're back on your feet, ok?"

"Ok," I could feel my heart dancing. There was a knock on the door. "Come in." It was the nurse.

"Oh, you're back," the nurse greeted Annie with a warm smile. "I'm sorry to do this, but visiting hours ended a few minutes ago."

"I'm so sorry," said Annie, "I'll get going then." We exchanged goodbyes and a knowing look and Annie was gone.

"Sorry I left you hanging, dear," apologized the nurse.

"No, no. I'm really glad you did, actually."

"Why?" asked the nurse. She then read the look on my face and realized that Annie had taken care of the situation. "Oh," she said, "I'm sorry I made her leave then!"

"Don't worry," I told her, "she'll be back again tomorrow."

THE END

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Thursday

The Girl, The Beads & A Hard-On

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I first met Verice when she was just 15 years old, sweet face and a body that was splendid beyond her years. I was stunned, and broken hearted, when I found out how young she was, knowing full well this put her way below the league of this dirty old man. I met her at a restaurant she worked at part-time as a waitress after school, and couldn't keep my eyes of her face, legs and young ass.

When she turned 18 recently, things changed. Even though I'm in my forties, I felt a little more comfortable flirting with her. Maybe a romance wasn't possible, but the few minutes I got to spend with her was worth all the time in the world.

She was working as a hostess at another restaurant that I, not coincidentally, began frequenting. Always had a big smile on her face to greet me. She was getting more beautiful by the day. Gentle, long blonde hair. Light eyebrows that accentuated her bright, blue eyes. Her face had beauty and harmony. Her smooth skin and thin frame gave her that perfect model look. No doubt that was a career she should think about, I told her. Lovely legs and perfect little behind. Her small breasts gave one a chance to take in the rest of her gorgeous body and put everything into its exquisite perspective.

I'd sit at the bar, have a drink or two, then eat a meal while glancing at Verice whenever I could. If I was lucky, we'd have short conversations. She made my heart pound every second I was with her.

One night I was wearing a Hawaiian shirt and Verice grabbed several necklaces of beads. The female staff would wear them as some sort of a gimmick for the restaurant's tropical theme. She draped the silver and red strings over my head and around my neck as if she were presenting me with a Hawaiian lei. Then she laughed. I was about to take the beads off, but she said, "No, those are your beads. You can keep them." So I wore them the rest of the evening.

That night I lay in bed dreaming of Verice, jerking off and fantasizing about her draping the beaded necklaces over my hard cock. I came all over my hand, cock and the beads. I didn't wash them, but let the cum dry on them.

The next night I wore the silver beads around my neck and under my shirt. I approached Verice at the hostess stand. She was wearing an inviting floral print dress that was low cut with lace trim over her breasts and at the hem that drew attention to her young legs. She was far more desirable clothed than the sexiest naked stripper. I opened my shirt revealing the beads, telling her, "See, I'm still wearing the beads." She gave me a big smile. She didn't know some of the shiny beads were graced with my dried semen. But having her see them still gave me a hard-on. In the days and nights ahead I fantasized about Verice ornamenting my penis with those beads.

I managed to remain civil and polite around her. After some time she became friendly enough to say some risque things. I'd laugh but never follow up. I had learned this is a good way to deal with young women. They can say what they want without you getting hot about it and it makes them feel safe.

She kept calling me, "Mr. Hartely." I told her she didn't have to be so formal, but she replied, "Yeah, but I just feel better calling you Mr. Hartely."

I got the point. She wanted to remain at a distance, but wanted to be near me at the same time. Feeling excited about a friendship with an older man, but comfortable. She'd ask me advice about her boyfriends. I'd get a little broken hearted knowing she was going out with other guys, maybe playing with or even sucking their cocks. But I also knew it was worth it just being with such a beautiful girl, getting to know her better and better. Soon I could be a little more open with her. We could both be a little bit risque about some things over time.

During our talks I found out what local beach she went to on the weekends, and I made it a point to be there.

Although I'm in my forties, I keep in pretty good shape and manage to keep a healthy tan. While walking down the beach one day, I spotted beautiful Verice in a bright yellow and skimpy bikini. I felt my cock begin to point out through my thin bathing suit, but managed to keep it down as I walked her way. She was glad to see me, and I believe she found me somewhat attractive even though she probably wasn't thinking of going much further.

She was sitting on a towel, hands holding her up, and I was standing up as we talked.

At one point she asked: "So, are you still wearing your beads?"

"Yes," I said, boldly adding, "I'm wearing them right now."

She thought for a moment, then blurted out laughing, to my relief. But in typical teenage fashion, she suddenly blushed, putting her hand over her mouth, still trying to hide her smile.

We went on talking, trying to keep things normal, but the thought of the beads wrapped around my cock and balls kept stirring my penis. I eventually had to say it was time to leave and we said our good-byes, my hardening cock continuing to try to slip out of my bathing suit. I had to keep my hand in my pocket to keep it down as I continued along the beach, the thought of beads making my balls burn.

The next time I went to the restaurant I was more daring. Throwing caution to the wind I had wrapped the necklace of red beads around my cock and balls. I held the beads in place by tightening them securely and sticking a part of the necklace in the waistband of my underpants. It hurt good. I thought maybe I could secretly yank on the string whenever I talked to Verice. I couldn't believe I was doing this when I walked into the restaurant, said hello to Verice and sat down at the bar.

Luckily, she walked by later and began to chat. My heart was pounding, my cock so hard I thought it would never make it through the conversation. My balls must have been as purple as the necklace Verice was wearing tonight. She was acting quite bubbly, was in a good mood. And she looked sexier than before, wearing a dark stretch knit wrapdress that highlighted all her curves. During our chat, Verice asked again, "So are you wearing your beads?" laughing. I took a big chance this time and said, "Yeah," then quickly reached down to pull the top portion of the necklace past the top of my pants so she could see. She gasped, then, to my relief again, started to giggle. I think she thought I put the beads there as a goof, having no idea I actually had them wrapped around my cock and balls.

"Is that where you always wear them?" she asked, still giggling.

"Sure," I replied. "Never know when I need a quick tug."

She began laughing again and blushing. But cooled down enough to start chatting with me casually, and sometimes suggestively.

"So do the women you date yank your chain a lot?" she asked, quickly eyeing my crotch, then turning back to look at me.

"Sometimes. If they're lucky I let them play the old ring toss."

"Ring toss?" she asked, her eyes widening.

"Yeah, you know, like horseshoes."

She thought for a second. "Using the necklace as the horseshoe? And they toss it . . . oh, Mr. Hartely, you're too much!"

She was in a terrific mood to my delight. And, incredibly, before leaving the bar, and making sure no one was looking, she quickly reached down and pulled lightly on the necklace! "You dirty old man," she whispered pleasantly in my ear. Then she walked back to her station. I nearly came in my pants.

When I walked out to leave and turned to say bye to Verice, she smiled and said, "Come back and see us."

I pointed to the beads she was wearing and said, "Maybe we'll have a ring toss next time." She smiled, giving me an "Oh, you naughty man" look.

In the days that followed the beads became a little joke between me and Verice. I'm not sure how funny she thought it was, but it made me hornier and hornier all the time. My fantasies about what she could do with the necklace became more intense each night. I can't remember how many times I shot my load all over the beads while thinking of her.

Some people say be careful what you wish for, it just might happen. I say better to live your fantasies than let them hound you all your life!

Banner day was a Saturday. After a stroll on the beach I stopped off at the restaurant. As luck would have it, Verice was working the day shift. She was dressed more casually, wearing a short pink T-shirt dress and high heeled thong sandals showing off her slender feet and pretty toes. I was in my bathing trunks and wearing another Hawaiian shirt. When Verice saw me she took off the gold, white and pink beads she had on and put them around my neck.

"Are you sure that's the right place," I asked.

"Unless you can think of a better spot," she replied with a wink.

It turned out Verice was getting off soon. A co-worker who was supposed to drive her home had to work longer because someone didn't show up. I, of course, offered Verice a ride. "Who knows," I said. "Maybe we can stop off somewhere and play horseshoes." Verice grinned and to my surprise said, "Hmmm. Sounds tempting."

Driving back to her home we passed some isolated beach spots. It was getting late and people were leaving. "Let's pull over and look at the ocean for a while," I said.

"You have something else in mind?" she offered.

"Maybe," I said, quickly turning into the nearest spot and pulling into a vacant parking area.

Verice and I were alone together for the first time, listening to soft music. She startled me when she placed her fingertips on my leg and began rubbing. My cock jumped and began to harden. I looked into those deeply beautiful eyes and at that perfectly graceful face, and kissed her on the lips. Softly at first, then put my hand on the back of her head and started kissing harder.

Verice slid her hand up under my shirt, then slowly slipped under my lose bathing trunks and grabbed hold of my throbbing organ. She began pulling it and stroking it for a while, as I leaned back in the seat enjoying it. Suddenly, she pulled her hand out and said, "Hey, you're not wearing your beads!"

She had another naughty grin on her wonderful face. "Well, I guess it's time for the ring toss." I announced.

"Right here?" she asked. "Too close," I said. "We have to make it a more interesting game. Let's play outside."

I got out of the car and she got out of the passenger side, slowly moving around the back of the car, maybe unsure of this unusual game.

I slid off my sneakers, then threw off my shirt so I could take the beads I was still wearing and hand them to Verice. She held them laughing, a bit nervous but still curious.

Before she could back off I slowly slid my bathing trunks down past the crucial crotch and bottom area, to my ankles, and shook them off. I couldn't believe I was standing in front of her like this.

"Wow, Mr. Hartely, you look nice naked!" she said. I was delighted. "And nice tan, too," she added, leaning over to look at my white ass.

My half-erect penis was already growing quickly and in seconds was sticking out hard in front of her. Verice just stared, not saying anything, but obviously appreciating the view. My heart was pounding so hard I thought she could hear it, and I wondered if she could see the throbbing of my cock. If anyone was spying on us, what a sight it must have been for them, though we were parked a safe distance from the entrance to the lot.

"OK," I told her. "Now's the best time to start."

"So, what do I do," she asked, twirling the beads in her fingers. I had her stand about five feet away.

"Just toss the rings onto the pin," I explained. She laughed, and seemed to be enjoying it now.

"Hope it doesn't hurt," she said, throwing the first necklace toward my hard-on, missing it by inches.

"Oops. Try again," I encouraged her. She threw the next one which hit the head of my cock, hurting slightly, but then causing great excitement.

"You OK?"

"Don't worry I'm fine. Keep trying." She tried and missed again. I picked up the beads and gave them back to her.

Finally, she moved a couple of steps closer to the target and managed to loop the pink necklace around the shaft of my cock. "I did it," she yelled, clapping her hands.

It was an amazing feeling. Here I was, wearing nothing but a necklace around my hard cock while a young girl giggled and applauded.

She was having so much fun, she came up with another game.

"Let's see how many it will hold." Then she draped my cock with the gold beads next to the pink. My hard cock began to drop a little bit at an angle. When she placed the white beads over my cock, it drooped even more until all three necklaces slid down the shaft and over the head onto the ground.

"Not strong enough," she giggled.

"In my younger days I could probably wear them for hours," I told her as she laughed even harder.

For the next few minutes Verice and I both put the necklaces on my cock to see if all three would stay on. And I was getting more and more excited each time.

At last, with my cock harder than it's been since I was a teenager, we did it. All three strings of beads were wrapped around the shaft of my erection. I stood there, looking at it and at Verice. She stood back to get a good look, her eyes wide open and a big grin on her face.

"Oh, you look so charming," she said. "If only I had a camera!"

I stood there proudly for a minute or so. My cock was pounding and my balls were tight. I didn't know how much more of this I could take. But I was game for anything. I looked into Verice's eyes. She could see the sense of ecstasy on my face. I was so weak from the sexual excitement I felt my legs wobbling.

"You poor man," Verice said sympathetically. "Let me get these off for you."

She reached her hand around the three necklaces, brushing several fingers against my balls, then carefully slid the beads down my shaft, apparently not wanting to hurt me. As the beads slowly pulled across the head of my cock I could feel my whole body about to explode.

Just as Verice took the beads off I yelled out: "Ohhh, I'm coming!"

There was no turning back as I grabbed my hard cock and began pumping. I shot a long stream of cum that nearly hit her in the leg, then several more spurts leaped out of my aching erection showering the ground between us with wads of my jizz.

After it was over, I stood there in kind of shock. Never thought I'd be in a situation like this, standing completely naked in front of a beautiful young woman with my deflating cock dripping with cum.

Verice was probably stunned as well, even though it was inevitable.

"You all right?" she asked, sensing my uneasiness.

"Oh, yeah," I said, relieved but a bit embarrassed. I quickly opened the car door to grab a towel to clean off, feeling somewhat foolish.

But after a minute or so we were able to laugh about it. "It's amazing what these magical beads can do," Verice said as I put my clothes back on.

She made me feel comfortable on the drive back, talking about various things in her life as if nothing had happened. When I dropped her off we kissed. She asked if I wanted the beads. I had her keep the pink and white, but kept the gold. "I deserve first place," I said.

The good thing is our relationship has remained interesting. She still looks at me as an authority figure but provides me with much needed relief through hand jobs, or should I say bead jobs.

One time during a hot session she pulled on the beads wrapped tightly around my cock and balls while I jerked off. Another time she covered my cock in beads and gave me a hand job while chattering away on her cell phone with a friend and driving the car! But more about that some other time.

THE END

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Tuesday

The Summer Model Ch. 02

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"Come in Timmy," Laura said, opening the garage door where she had her photography studio. "I'm glad your here."

Timmy entered, obviously nervous. He looked up at her, and then looked back down.

Laura tipped him an extra $100.00 after their first photo session and she was glad to see him back. He was acting awkward again. Just like when they first met.

"You did so well last time, sweetie." She said patting his head.

"Thanks, but I was a little embarrassed about… well, you know."

"What Timmy?"

"You know."

"Tell me sweetie."

"Getting naked and all."

"Timmy, look at me." He looked up, and she looked him in the eyes very sternly. "Professionals don't get embarrassed, okay? You got that? You're not going to start acting like a little boy, are you?"

"No." He said, in a quiet voice.

"You're kind of skinny and small, and you're young, but that's no reason to act like a kid, okay?" She patted his head. "I really think you have great potential."

"Thanks."

"I have some great ideas for this session. The Germans loved your look, sweetie."

"Really?!" He beamed.

"Absolutely. Now, strip down to your skivvies and sit on that stool in front of the lights and backdrop."

Timmy hesitated, and Laura gave him another stern look. So he started taking off his clothes. He set his shoes and socks to the side, then took off his school sweatshirt, then his t shirt, and set the stuff on his shoes.

As he was about to take off his jeans, an Asian woman entered the garage studio. She stared at Timmy with dark eyes, and a kind of sexy smile that made him even more nervous.

"Hi, Liza," Laura said. "Liza, this is Timmy, the model."

Timmy blushed and stammered out a hello, still holding his jeans with the belt undone and the fly undone. He was glad to be called the model though.

"Hi," Liza said.

"Keep going, Timmy," Laura said to him. "Don't worry about Liza. She's a professional - a make-up artist."

Timmy undid his jeans the rest of the way and took them off. He folded them and put them on the stack of other clothes and then sat on the stool.

Liza's eyes went straight to his package in the skivvies. "Cute little package," she said to Laura. "Skinny, smooth, and all around all American cute." she said as if Timmy wasn't there.

"Liza is going to do your make up." Laura said.

Liza approached with a basket of make up accessories and a silver dildo. Timmy didn't quite recognize the dildo for what it was. "Just close your eyes and relax." Liza said.

Timmy did as he was told, excited that there was real make up this time. Liza put dark red lipstick on his lips, rouge on his cheeks, clip on ear rings on his ears, and mascara too. She patted his head, and then mussed up his dirty blond hair with gel.

"Open your eyes, cutie." Liza said, holding up a mirror for him.

He looked and was shocked. Confused, and shocked.

"Oh, sweetie, you'd make a sexy little girl," Laura said from behind her camera, now set up on a tripod. "Liza, you're the best. Now, Timmy, go into the changing room and put on the outfit in there. Hurry along now."

Liza lightly swatted his butt as he walked off to the changing room. Inside he found black high heels, black fishnet stockings, a garter belt, black panties, and a short black t-shirt that said, 'Boi Toi.' He looked around to see if there was anything else, but there wasn't.

"How's this look?" He asked when he stepped out in front of the lights and camera, awkward on the high heels, his tummy showing with the short t shirt, and the black panties a little small on his package.

Laura and Liza smiled and whistled. "Reallllly cute, sweetie."

He blushed and just stood there nervously, hands at his side, as Laura quickly snapped off a few pictures.

"Turn around, sweetie, and smile over your shoulder."

He turned carefully on his heels, then smiled, hands on hips. He could see Liza standing next to Laura, smiling at him.

"What a catch," Liza said to Laura, loudly. "Cute little white butt. Boy toy indeed."

"Timmy," Laura said, voice firm, "those panties are a bit tight on your bottom. Pull them up high, so they slip between your cheeks like a thong."

He quickly obeyed, tugging the panties way up, wobbling a little on the heels. His butt showed as the panties slipped between the crack just like Laura wanted.

"Your round little butt is definitely your best side, sweetie. Now smile over your shoulder, hands on hips, bottom out toward cam."

He posed as told, looking back, and Liza winked at him, blowing him a kiss, and making him blush more.

"Okay, Timmy," Larua said, turn and face the camera. "You're doing wonderfully, sweetie. Really, you're a doll."

Timmy turned and faced the camera, dropping his hands to his sides. Laura and Liza were staring at him, the lights were bright, he was starting to sweat, and he felt like a real model.

"Hold your hands over your little package, sweetie." Laura instructed.

Timmy held his hands over his package in the tight black panties, still looking at the camera as Laura snapped away.

"Liza," Laura said, "you get into the shot now. Bring your make up basket."

When Liza got into the shot, Laura said, "Go ahead and act like you're going to pull down Timmy's panties. And you, Timmy, keep your hands over your little privates as she does."

Liza stepped behind Timmy and hooked her thumbs in the sides of his panties, looking at the camera around Timmy's shoulder. Laura snapped off the shots.

"Go ahead and tug them down a little, Liza." Laura said. "Timmy, keep your hands over your privates, and act surprised."

Timmy made a big O with his mouth and kept his hands over his package as Liza pulled his panties down a little bit. "That's it, good boy." Laura said. "Liza, keep pulling." Liza kept pulling and suddenly Timmy's package popped out and Timmy covered himself. "Nice and soft." Laura said, catching a glimpse as she snapped the photos. "Liza, take them down to his knees."

Liza kept pulling down to his knees, then let go and the panties caught around his ankles and the high heeled shoe straps. Timmy kept his hands over his package. "Good boy." Laura said, snapping off the photos.

Liza whispered in his ear, "You're doing really good, baby. So cute." She lightly swatted his butt. The whispering and the swat made his erection start, and it became harder for him to cover his package.

"Oh, sweetie, it's happening, isn't it," Laura said. "Go ahead and move your hands. Let's see."

When Timmy didn't obey instantly, Laura raised her voice. "Now! Timmy."

Liza slapped his ass sharply when Laura said this. "Don't make her mad, Timmy," Liza whispered. "Don't disappoint her."

Blushing, Timmy moved his hands and Laura and Liza stared as his erection grew and pointed up to his tummy. Liza giggled a little.

"Turn around, now," Laura instructed. "And smile over your shoulder."

Timmy smiled over his shoulder, moving his hands to his hips as he was told earlier, sticking his bottom out at the camera. Liza stepped out of the shot. "I can see my hand print of your cute butt," she said. He blushed and looked at Liza.

"Timmy," Laura said. "Pay attention to me. Got that?"

Timmy nodded, looking over his shoulder at her, sticking his bottom out a little more to the cam as he thought she wanted that.

"Good boy," Laura said, snapping away. "Get on all fours now, bottom facing the camera. And Liza. Sit on his back like he's a horse, except face me."

Timmy did as he was told, and Liza climbed on his back with her make up basket. Because he was so skinny and small, she didn't put all her weight on his back. She sat there with her feet touching the floor and facing the camera, her hands on Timmy's skinny hips.

"Liza, write Boi Toi on Timmy's behind with the lipstick."

Timmy held his position while Liza wrote Boi on one cheek and Toi on the other cheek, giggling a little as she did. Snap, snap, Timmy could hear the camera go.

"Smile over your shoulder at me, Timmy," Laura instructed. "Show me that pretty little girl's mouth and cheeks."

Timmy smiled at Laura, who moved a little with the camera, shooting from behind, but a little to the side. "Widen your knees, Timmy," Laura said. He widened his knees on the floor, feeling the panties pull tight around his ankles where Liza had left them. "That's it sweetie, good boy. Liza, make his boy hole shine for the pics. Baby oil should do the trick."

Timmy felt the baby oil squirting down his crack, and then Liza's finger tapping at his hole. She pushed a little and he twitched, but she was still on his back and he couldn't move much.

"Good, good," Laura said. "Get out the silver bullet." Liza took the silver dildo out of her make up basket and still sitting on Timmy she slowly worked it into him. He made a genuinely surprised face at the camera as he felt it going inside him. "Good boy," Laura said, "that's the look. You're such a good boy."

Tears came out of Timmy's eyes just a little, because it hurt some, but he wanted to be a professional, so he didn't say anything and just stared at the camera as Liza kept pushing, and pushing. She swatted his butt as she kept pushing. "You're taking it well, cutie." She said.

"Liza," Laura said, "I want to see his package in the shot. Push his little hard penis down between his legs so I have it in the shot."

Liza left the silver bullet deep in Timmy's butt as she reached under his tummy and grabbed his penis and pointed it down to the ground, pressing it back between his legs for the clicking camera.

"Good girl, good boy," Laura said, snapping shots. "Cute little balls too."

Liza stroked Timmy a little as she pushed his package back for the camera and suddenly Timmy groaned and shuddered as he started coming, spurts and spurts onto the floor. He kept his face toward the camera, with his eyes wide and mouth open. Liza laughed and milked him as he came, patting his butt with her free hand while she jerked him off and Laura snapped pictures of his embarrassed face.

"Sorry," Timmy finally said in a little voice when he stopped groaning.

"It's okay," Laura said, "it's going to be a long summer…"

THE END...?

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Sunday

The Summer Model Ch. 01

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Laura could talk him into anything. She lived in a A-frame house with a large garage off to the side with the windows blacked out.

He was her paperboy for years, up to his senior year of high school. Several times when he delivered her paper she would wave through the big windows in front of the house. She was tall, thin, and wearing black every time he saw her. She was older.

One Saturday in the summer of his senior year she was in the front yard walking around with a camera, looking at her flower bed, when he came by to toss her paper. Because she was standing right there, he decided to hand it to her personally. She was not the prettiest woman he'd ever seen, but she seemed very confident.

"Hi," she said, almost smiling.

"Hi."

She stared at him, studied him, then said, "Have you ever modeled?"

He shook his head.

"You should," she said.

"You really think so?"

"I'm a photographer," she explained. She studied him some more, walking all the way around him, and stopped back in front of him. "You're skinny, but in good shape."

"Thanks."

"And you're cute."

"Thanks."

"Would you like to model?"

"I don't know. I've never really thought about it."

"Come back here in two hours, and he'll take some test pictures." She turned and walked back to the house, leaving him to watch her ass wiggle in black jeans.

"What should I wear," he asked as she walked away.

"Doesn't matter," she said, not looking back at him.

Two hours later he was at her front door, showered. She answered the door, smiling.

"Nice to see you," she said. "Come in."

He followed her inside to the kitchen and she opened the refrigerator and brought out two bottles of Heineken beer, opened them, and handed him one. "What's your name," she asked.

"Tim."

"I'm Laura," she said, then took a sip of her beer, licked her lips. "And I'm going to call you Timmy. If you don't mind."

"Okay," he said.

They talked about the neighborhood a little, and school, and photography. He learned that she did both art work and commercial work, and what they meant. After they finished two beers each, she said it was time to get started. She lead him into the garage, which was converted into a photography studio, lights, backdrops, camera equipment, racks of cloths and all. He was really impressed, and she could tell.

"Take off your shoes," she said, "and stand in front of that blue backdrop."

He did as asked, moving a little nervously.

"Hands on hips, smile."

Snap, snap.

"Turn and smile over your shoulder."

Snap, snap.

"Face me again, and run your hands through your hair."

He did, mussing his hair enthusiastically.

"Good boy," she said.

Snap, snap.

"Go ahead and take off the t-shirt," she said after a few more pics.

"The t-shirt?"

"That's right, Timmie."

He shrugged, and took it off.

"Good boy."

Snap, snap.

"Hands on hips again. And try pouting a little sweetie, stick out your lower lip."

He did, feeling a little silly.

"Good boy, I like that look cutie."

Snap, snap.

She moved the camera from her face for a moment, studied him. "You know," she said, "I think I could probably get you a gig modeling for this German clothes company."

"Seriously?"

"Absolutely. Let's take a quick break, then I'll get you some clothes."

He drank another beer, and started feeling a little tipsy. She could see he had drank enough. She went over to a cloths rack and started picking off items, then handed them to him and pointed him in the direction of the dressing room. He closed the door and looked over the clothes. A tight white mesh shirt, white boxers shorts, white briefs, and a jock strap.

"Put on all of them?" he asked through the closed door, slurring a little.

"That's right, Timmie."

He undressed, and put the jock strap on, then the briefs, then the boxers, not sure why he needed all three. He put on the mesh t shirt last and stepped out in front of the lights and cameras.

"The company mostly does underwear," Laura explained. "And athletic wear."

He nodded, "Right. Okay."

"Stand there, hands on hips."

Snap, snap.

"Hands over head now. Stretch. Let's see that flat tummy."

Snap, snap.

"Turn, hands still up."

Snap, snap.

"Move hands to knees, and bend over a little."

He moved his hands, then bent over after hesitating.

"Quicker sweetie. Act like a pro. Don't think."

He bent over more, hands on knees, and looked back over his shoulder at the camera and smiled a little awkwardly.

"Good boy. You're a natural."

Snap, snap.

"Widen your legs."

He widened his stance, bent over a little more, still looking over his shoulder.

Snap, snap.

"Turn and face me now, Timmie."

He turned, and as he did she dropped a canister of film on the floor.

"Pick that up for me," she said, eye still behind camera.

He stepped toward her and picked up the canister and handed it to her. He was so obedient it made her smile. She knew about boys like him.

"Good boy. Back in position now."

He returned to his place in front of the backdrop, facing the camera.

"You're doing wonderfully," she said. "I think you've got a future."

"Really?"

"Absolutely. Now, hook your thumbs in the sides of the boxers."

He did as asked, stretching the elastic out a little.

"Good boy, now go ahead and take them down. Let's see those briefs."

He looked at the camera, slipped the boxers down to his knees, and then let them fall the rest of the way down to his ankles. His package was tightly held in the thin briefs.

Snap, snap.

"Good boy, looks good. Hands on hips again."

He looked back up at her. "You really think I can make it as a model?" he asked.

"Absolutely. Mess your hair up again."

He did, hoping he looked like a model this way.

"Hands up again."

Snap, snap.

"And turn."

He stepped out of the boxers as he turned around, hands high in the air.

Snap, snap.

"Hands on knees, bend over."

He did, smiling over his shoulder at the camera to please her.

"That's it sweetie."

Snap, snap.

"Now turn and face me."

He did, moving his hands to his hips without even thinking about it.

Snap, snap.

"Hook your thumbs in the briefs. Quickly now sweetie."

He hooked my thumbs in the sides, looking at the camera as he stretched the elastic out to the side.

"Go ahead and slide them off slowly, sweetie."

He hesitated, but then started slowly sliding them down, his blond pubic hair coming into view around the jock strap.

"That's it sweetie. Nice and slow. The jock strap really fits you right."

Snap, snap.

"All the way off now sweetie. Down those skinny legs. But keep the briefs around your ankles."

Snap, snap.

"Reach those hands up now. Way up. Stretch."

He stood up straight, briefs around ankles, and put his hands in the air above his head.

Snap, snap.

"Now step out of the briefs and turn around, sweetie."

He kicked the briefs away as he turned, knowing what she was going to say next.

"Hands on knees, bend over."

He moved his hands to his knees and bent over just a little.

"More sweetie, you've got a cute butt and it's gonna look great in the pics."

He bent over more, feeling his ass pointing at the camera, starting to blush as he thought about how much she could see. The mesh t shirt only came half way down his butt.

Snap, snap.

"Good boy. Widen your legs."

He adjusted his stance, bending over more in the process, facing away from the camera as he moved his feet apart. Suddenly he felt a light swat on his ass. "You're doing wonderfully sweetie," she said, right behind him. "Bend over a little more, and look back at the camera between your legs."

He bent way over, felt the mesh t shirt rise up his back, and looked back at the camera. She crouched down and snapped pics of his face just below his open ass cheeks.

Snap, snap.

"Good boy."

He smiled at the encouragement, despite his position, and she saw the smile. He was going to be her boy toy.

"Lick your lips, sweetie."

Snap, snap.

"Okay, now stand up and face me again."

He stood up, turned, put hands on hips, and adjusted the jock strap.

"Hook your thumbs in the side," she said, a little more firmly than the other times she told him this.

He did as told, hands shaking a little, knowing what was coming.

"That's a good serious expression. Now pout a little."

He stuck out his lower lip, lowered his eyes.

"Good boy. That's it. Now slide it off sweetie."

"The jock strap?" he asked, voice cracking a little.

"You're doing so good, sweetie," she said, still looking through the camera, "don't blow it now. Slide it down."

He rolled the elastic over his hips and down until his package popped out. Blushing, he quickly stretched the jock strap down to his ankles, and stepped out of it. He then stood back up straight. The mesh t shirt only came down the top of his pubic hair. He was very nervous, and very soft despite how excited he was.

Snap, snap.

"Good boy. You are such a cutie."

He blushed, smiling at the camera automatically now, and wondering if all models did this kind of stuff.

"Hands up again."

He stretched his hands up in the air, and thrust his package out at the camera a little in the process.

"That's it sweetie. You take direction beautifully."

Snap, snap.

"Turn around."

"Hands on knees, bend over."

He posed as told, bending over quite a bit this time, knowing that's what she wanted and hoping she liked it.

"Cute little balls hanging down sweetie."

Snap, snap.

"Face me now."

He stood up and turned, still soft. "Take off the t shirt, sweetie, we're gonna get artsy."

He took it off and dropped it on the floor. She moved her eye away from the camera and stared at him for a moment. Not even girls he had sex with had seen him stand naked in full bright lighting like this.

"Good boy. Now pinch your nipples a bit so they stand out. It looks better in the pics that way."

He pinched them one at time, watching them stiffen and point out at the camera.

"And look at me and smile while you do this."

Snap, snap.

"Uhhhh-oohhhhhh," she said.

"What?"

"I can't have an erection in my shots, sweetie."

She pointed to his penis, which was growing uncontrollably. It started pointing up, way, way, way up.

"You'll have to turn around now sweetie. Erection pointing away."

After he did, she pinched his ass and put her hand on the top of his back. "Bend over," she said, helping him with a push. He put his hands on his knees as he bent over.

"That's it," she said, "good boy." She walked away for a moment, as he just stood there, bent over naked.

A few moments he heard her come back behind him. She swatted his ass lightly. "You're being a good boy. Now just follow my directions here, okay?"

"Okay," he said quietly.

"Promise?"

"I promise."

"Good boy. Reach back and spread your cheeks for me, sweetie."

With both hands he reached back and opened his cheeks. A moment later he felt warm oil being poured down his crack and into his hole and all the way to his balls.

Her finger started poking at his hole and he moved away a little, but her other hand grabbed his hard penis and started stroking slowly. It was all oily. He couldn't help but moan. As she jerked him off, she worked her finger inside him. He started bucking his hips, holding his cheeks open as told.

He came all over the floor in less than a minute, gobs and gobs shooting out onto her backdrop.

"Good boy, Timmie" she said in his ear, "you're going to be my favorite model for the summer."

To be continued….

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