Future of Porn

Outside the bar, Marc and Steve walked me to my car to say good-bye. They had to go back to work.

“Thanks for the most memorable lunch ever, Liza,” Steve said as he gave me a peck on the cheek.

“I doubt I’ll ever forget it either,” I tried to chuckle and act nonchalantly. My mind was still reeling from having exposed myself to him in the bar, and, I have to admit, my pussy was throbbing.

“You and your husband are my best friends. You know that, don’t you? We’re still friends, right?”

“Yes, of course,” I replied and gave him a peck on his cheek for emphasis.

I saw his eyes go to my breasts as I leaned toward him. The lace of my chemise fell away from my nipples as I leaned, affording him the opportunity to peek once more at what he’d seen so well in the bar. I smiled in a way that let him know I caught him.

“But it’s permitted, now. Isn’t it?” A guilty blush accompanied his argument for absolution.

I looked at my husband, signaling that I would let him answer that. I was actually looking forward to his answer. I needed some clarification of the issue myself. To say that I was confused would be an understatement. All I’d been able to figure out so far was that somehow Steve was entitled to see me naked, because yesterday I’d been nude in the company of those two young men who brought our new furniture. Why I got naked for them was simply payback for accidentally seeing one of them come out of the shower. My debt to them was expanded during lunch just now to include Steve through a baffling train of convoluted logic that left me, well, sitting in a bar with my pussy and breasts exposed. ‘Just how far was this debt going to travel?’ I wondered. ‘Is it paid in full, now? Will my modesty be henceforth safeguarded, or will the debt just keep growing like the expanding universe to anyone who, like Steve, feels he has a right to see me naked because others have. And now that I’ve shown myself to Steve, does he have the right to see me again?’ I waited with bated breath for Marc’s answer.

“All you have to do is ask,” Marc said casually, as if he were lending a power tool or a golf club.

My breath left me in a rush. My breasts heaved as I drew the next breath heavily. I felt dizzy and leaned against the car. My head was spinning and I thought I heard bells, but it was Marc’s cell phone.

“Hi, Sam,” he answered the phone. “Good,” he said in response to what was said on the other end. “Thanks, we owe you! See you later.” He hung up.

My eyes grew wide at the thought that Marc was talking to Sam, no doubt of Sam and Jake fame, the boys who started this whole naked theme. ‘Why was he talking to Sam? Were they a part of our lives, now? Oh, my god. He said we’d see him later. What next?’ I asked myself.

“That was Sam,” Marc said to me. “He and Jake have been running some errands for us today, doing some chores.”

“Oh,” I stammered.

“Sam’s at the apartment, now. He’ll still be there when you get home, so don’t be surprised and call the cops,” Marc laughed.

“What’s he doing?” My voice quivered.

“He’ll show you when you get there. Steve and I’ve got to get back to the office. I’ll be home around four.”

Marc kissed me gently, then opened the car door for me. In a mental fog, I slid behind the wheel as Steve watched my chemise slide to my waist. I knew he could see my pussy, and I started to arrange my hem to cover it, but I didn’t. I frankly didn’t know what was expected of me, or indeed, what I wanted for myself. I looked up at Marc, saw his reassuring smile, and my head cleared. I understood that smile, and knew it would make me do things I would never do on my own. I drove home with my chemise at my waist, my hand lightly stroking my pussy.

“Sam! Are you here?” I called as I walked through the slightly ajar apartment door.

“Yes, here I am,” he replied as he came out of the bedroom carrying a large box.

“What are you doing?” I asked.

“Didn’t Marc tell you?”

“No. He said you’d show me something.”

“Yeah, right. Come on in the bedroom.”

He set the box down by the front door, then led me to my bedroom. Right away I noticed that the door to the closet was open. I found that interesting, because before Marc left this morning he had attached a note to it warning me not to open it. He hinted that there was some danger within, and based on that I was forced to wear only the chemise which he had laid out for me. All my clothes had been in the closet. It was a huge, walk-in closet complete with drawers and everything. One side was Marc’s, and the other side was for my things. Sliding glass doors covered each side; I imagine to safeguard things from dust, or whatever. When I looked in, though, I was startled to see that while Marc’s things were hung and arranged neatly, filling up his side, my side was bare. Absolutely bare!

“What’s going on here? Where are my things, Sam?” I blurted out.

“In my car. I’m taking them to storage,” he replied.

“What? No! You can’t take my things. What are you doing? Bring them back, right now!” My eyes began to tear; I was angry, confused, and bewildered.

“Hey, no, you don’t understand,” Sam said in an assuring tone. “This is a good thing. Didn’t Marc tell you? He’s getting you all new stuff.”

“What? He never said anything. Why is he doing that? I want my old stuff. I like my things. Bring them back, please,” I pleaded. “I need them.”

“I can’t spoil this for Marc. Please don’t ask me to do that. He’s really excited about this, I know.”

“But I just can’t understand why…”

Sam put his arm around me and cuddled me, as a parent might do to a disappointed child. I put my face in his neck and whimpered.

“Jake is bringing over some of your new things for you right now,” Sam said excitedly, again as one would talk to a child.

“Jake?”

“Yes, he’ll be here soon.”

“What things?” I ventured to ask.

“Oh, now, I can’t tell you that. That’s part of the surprise.”

I sighed deeply. I didn’t know what to say or do. I just stood there in the closet as Sam held me.

“Hey, you know what? That sure is a cute little dress you’ve got on there.” His voice continued to address a child.

I’d forgotten all about my chemise. I’d gotten used to it by now, I suppose. I guess that if I could get used to running around in public in bedroom attire, I could get used to just about anything.

“It’s not a dress,” I replied with an edge to my voice. “It’s a chemise. Sleepwear,” I added. “Marc…laid it out for me to wear, today.” I couldn’t bring myself to say, ‘Marc made me wear it,’ which crossed my mind. I knew that if Marc were here, he’d simply say he made a request and that it was up to me what I did. I knew there was truth to both ways of looking at it.

“Well, I tell you what. Let’s hang it up on your side of the closet, then there will be something there. It will be the first of what will be many pretty things. Okay?”

“What?” was all I managed to squeak.

Sam took a hanger from the rod and held out his hand. My mind took a few moments to sort out just what was going on here, but I got the message. Marc’s words, “All you have to do is ask,” rang in my ears. The moisture in my eyes began to build, again. Yes, Sam spent several hours with me yesterday while I was naked, and yes, I did rather enjoy it, but this was different. First of all, my husband was there last night, and he wasn’t here now. I did it to amuse Marc; he really enjoyed seeing me naked in front of them. It was for him! Secondly, I thought that after last night I would never see Sam again. That was one of the things that made last night the least bit possible. I was like a person on vacation in a foreign country, behaving in a way I would never even consider behaving back home. I couldn’t just hand over my last bit of modesty to this young man. I just couldn’t!

“It’s not as if I haven’t seen it before,” Sam prodded when he sensed my reluctance. “Marc would want you to, I’m sure.”

Those were the words that were the key to everything. I knew he was right, of course. Marc would want me to strip off this chemise in a flash. Yes, in the last few days Marc had become very vocal and demonstrative in his desire to have me naked. It’s as if suddenly all his subtle hints and veiled suggestions of years past had finally come together full force in a loud crescendo: Marc wanted me naked! I knew it, but still I couldn’t budge.

“Jake and I have been working…”

I stopped listening to his words, though he continued to speak them. I knew he was restating in one form or another the words I heard Marc say on the phone: “We owe you.” It dawned on me it was Marc’s intention for me to pay our debt to these young men for today’s chores. I now understood the debt and the required method of payment. I knew what Marc wanted.

I placed my fingers gently on Sam’s lips to indicate he needn’t say anymore. ‘All right, if I’m again in their debt and this is how I must pay,’ I thought to myself, ‘I’ll show them. I’ll show them all that I know how to pay my debts!’

Slowly, ever so slowly, I drew my hem upward, stopping just at my pussy. I don’t know whether I did it to tease, or to have a final thought. Sam stepped back so he could see better what I was doing. I watched his face as I began again. My shaved slit came into view and I continued to raise it further. I felt the cool air hit my clitoris at the same time a gentle stream of air could be heard coming from Sam’s lungs. I continued the upward motion smoothly past my belly and did not stop. When the hem cleared my nipples I felt the moisture in my loins. I drew the garment over my head and handed it finally to Sam. I shivered slightly. I thought I was going to be strong, defiant in my role as debtor, but I couldn’t help but blush. As Sam held the chemise and didn’t move to hang it up, his gaze on me burned like a laser. I felt naked, very naked. Involuntarily my left arm crossed my breasts and my right hand covered my pussy. I was thoroughly humiliated standing there before this fully-clothed eighteen-year-old. My body posture was one of shame. I felt degraded. My eyes were as wet as my pussy.

Sam moved at last. He placed the chemise on its hanger and hung it on the rod. He bent down to my feet and unbuckled my shoes. He gently raised one of my feet, then the other to remove the high heels; my cooperation was mindless, robotic. He put them in the shoetree hanging on the wall, then closed the sliding glass door. That’s when I noticed something new, something strange. The click I heard as the door closed was that of a lock engaging. Sam had installed locks on the glass doors! My eyes grew as large as saucers. I dropped my breasts and reached for the door. I pushed it, but it would not open. I turned to Marc’s side of the closet to find it locked as well.

“What have you done?” I demanded. My left arm returned to my breasts.

“Marc wanted the locks installed. I don’t know why, really. Do you?”

I was as dumbfounded as I’d been already many times on this bizarre day. All I could do was shake my head in disbelief.

“Well, I have that last box to carry to my car, then I’m finished with Marc’s list. Is there anything you’d like me to do for you? I’ve got some time…”

He stood there and patiently waited for my response. He seemed not in the least nonplused that a woman was standing before him frantically clutching herself, hiding herself. All I could do was shake my head.

“Say, could I have a beer? I’m really thirsty, come to think of it.”

I shook my head up and down slowly, still not finding my voice.

“Great. I’ll take that last box out, first.”

He left me standing there looking like an idiot. I felt like an idiot and reasoned like one, too. I knew I would have to go to the refrigerator, find some beer, and serve him. I also knew that I would have to talk to him, entertain this guest in my home, in the nude, as he drank. Marc’s voice saying, “We owe you” and “All you have to do is ask,” went around in my head like an unwanted song.

I don’t recall how long he was gone. It couldn’t have been long, but for however long it was, I just stood there in the closet, covering myself. Another person might have closed the bedroom door and barricaded herself from prying eyes, but that never even occurred to me. I heard the front door open and close when he returned. I heard the door to the refrigerator open and close. I did not move.

“Liza?” he called from the kitchen. “I got you one, too. You want it?”

When I didn’t reply, he came looking for me. He was startled to find me in the exact same position he left me.

“Are you alright?”

I looked at him, but still said nothing. He gently grasped me by an elbow and escorted me from the bedroom. He said a few things, but I wasn’t listening. I just tried to walk as gingerly as I could with my hand at my crotch and my arm over my breasts. He made no comment about the way I covered myself.

When we got to the kitchen he helped me up on the stool at the counter. I sat staring at the opened beer before me, unwilling to uncover myself to pick it up. Strangely enough, though, I did want to drink it. Sam was content to ignore my predicament and continued to talk to me, tell me stories. I can’t say exactly what was going through my mind, but I suppose I was reliving the events of the day, trying once again to reconcile myself to the idea that I had an obligation to be sitting naked in my kitchen in the middle of the afternoon with a fully-clothed eighteen-year-old boy.

Suddenly, without forethought, I reached for the beer with the arm that had been covering my breasts. I drank hungrily. As the cool liquid drenched my throat, I began to revive. Some of the good feelings I remembered from the previous evening’s naked adventure began to fill me. I felt my nipples harden as I felt Sam’s eyes on them, and it was okay. I continued to drink.

When I sat the bottle down, it was empty. I continued to hold it, though, as if it were my only grasp on reality. With the hand that had been covering my crotch, I reached over to Sam and laid it gently on his arm.

“Thank you, Sam. I needed that,” I said sweetly.

“Yeah, nothing like a good beer,” he grinned. “Too bad it doesn’t stay with ya long, though. I’ll be right back.”

He jumped down from the stool and headed for the bathroom. It occurred to me that I, too, needed to use the bathroom. I’d had several beers at lunch and now this one. With all that had been happening, with my mind so occupied with other matters, I guess my brain just couldn’t be bothered by the pressure down there. I thought of Ally, and warmth flooded my body. I remembered how she taught me to wait until the very last second, and it occurred to me to try that again. I decided to wait.

“Ah, that’s better,” Sam announced his return. “Would you like another beer, Liza?”

“Sure, why not?” I smiled broadly at the thought of the added pressure it would cause.

As he was getting the beer, there was a knock at the front door, followed by its opening. Jake hadn’t waited to be let in, and entered carrying several beautifully wrapped packages.

“Hi, Liza!” He said as he went past us into the living room to set down the packages on the coffee table. “I’ve got some really nice things for you.”

I jumped down from my stool and scurried to the packages. I picked up one, then another. I tugged at a ribbon.

“Oh, no! You can’t open them till Marc gets home,” he laughed.

“Oh, please. Just one. Please.” I jumped up and down like a five-year-old, feeling my breasts bounce for his visual pleasure.

“This is all you can have for now.” Sam handed Jake and me each a beer.

“At least tell me what’s inside, then,” I begged.

“Nope. I’m under strict orders.”

I must have been feeling that beer, because it seemed just the right thing to do to sidle up to him, put my arm around him with my bare breast pressing against his chest, and beg some more.

“How about just the little one? I’ll unwrap it carefully and rewrap it after I’ve had a peek. Marc will never know. Please?”

“Sure, let her do it. Why not?” Sam took my side.

“Well, sure you’d agree with her,” Jake said to Sam. “She’s been sitting here naked turning you into silly putty.” He laughed.

“Well, now I’m naked for you, too,” I said. “You should let me do whatever I want. I am, after all, naked. New rule!” I announced. “The naked person gets whatever she wants.”

“How about this,” Jake countered, “if I let you open it, you have to do whatever we want.”

I took a swig from my beer. I had to think about this a minute.

“Tell me what you want, first!” I began negotiations.

“Well, let me think.” After a pause and a drink from his bottle, he said, “Last night you didn’t really let us get a good look between those beautiful legs of yours. How ’bout you have to sit on the kitchen counter with your legs spread?”

I gasped. He was asking me to do something I had never done even for my husband. The idea that I would be so closely scrutinized down there was, well…if not humiliating, then certainly embarrassing…yet, somehow flattering, maybe even…intriguing.

“Come on, Liza,” Sam joined in, “let us have a good look.”

“I don’t think…” My heart raced. I blushed.

“Yeah, come on, Liza,” Jake chimed in. He took the small box and dangled it in front of me: tantalizing me.

“If I did that, it would only be for the big box,” I weakened.

“Deal!” Jake shouted. “Up on the counter with you!”

“No, wait a minute. I get to open the box, first.”

“How do we know you’ll hold up your end of the bargain if we let you open it first?” Sam asked.

“Haven’t I always paid my debts?” I challenged.

“All right,” he had to agree, “but you have to stay there as long as we say, okay?”

“Within reason, for god’s sake,” I shot back.

“Deal!” Sam agreed.

I kneeled on the floor next to the coffee table and set about carefully undoing the scotch tape on the largest package. As I worked and the boys watched in silence, I had time to notice the fullness of my bladder. The pressure was becoming really uncomfortable. I pressed my legs together tightly. I concentrated on the task at hand.

Inside the box was an elegant black dress, though short, very short, with spaghetti straps. It was the kind meant for parties and important gatherings. The material was light, as if woven by butterflies. I pressed it against my body, as women do to take the measure of a dress, but Sam and Jake raised such a fuss that I had to remove it quickly. Nothing could come between them and my nakedness, apparently.

“Okay, it’s time for the counter, now,” Jake said in a jubilant voice.

“I have to rewrap it, first.” I stalled.

“No, I’ll do that later.”

Sam took my elbow again and led me to the kitchen counter. He helped me climb on the stool, then onto the counter. I circled like a dog, looking for just the right spot to sit.

“Put your legs over the edge,” Jake instructed. “Move as far forward as you can and spread them wide.” He was absolutely gloating.

I noticed right away a problem. I needed the pressure of my thighs to help counteract the pressure of my bladder. Spreading my legs could be dangerous. I wondered if maybe it was time to abandon this game I was playing with myself and go to the bathroom. As I was mulling it over, though, Sam and Jake were prodding, giving instruction, and telling me to hurry up. When I was in position and ready to spread them widely, I closed my eyes, held my breath, and bore down against my bladder with all my might. Beads of sweat formed at my forehead.

“Wider,” they chanted.

I found that if I leaned back, pressure was relieved on my bladder a bit, so I did, much to the delight of the boys. The more I leaned back, the greater their view; I supported myself on my elbows. It wasn’t as bad as I thought it was going to be, and I must admit that I enjoyed their attention.

The stranger left, but Lori continued. The interested stranger seemed to have pulled away her inhibitions. She stroked on two fully engorged and soaking wet cocks.

“Just relax,” Jason finally worked up enough effort to speak a minute later.

“Yes, just relax!” The other agreed with effort sounding in his voice. “Just relax and tell us!”

“Tell us your biggest.”

“How deep is your virginity?”

Lori smiled at their question. She knew what they meant, and she seemed anxious to tell them. “Seven,” She answered them with little reluctance.

“Seven inches?” They grew excited at her response.

“Only seven!”

“A virgin!”

“Her cunt will be like a virgin to our cocks!”

The interested woman returned only a short time later. I thought she had seen enough, but this time she brought a friend to show. Her friend’s half-hard cock lay in her hand.

“That’s the kind of party I want!” She pointed out to her slave. “You and one of your coworkers.”

I glanced up behind me to see the slave return a look of dread. He appeared not like this; not at all. I suddenly felt sorry for him, but then thought about my own predicament.

“That’s the kind of party I want!” The interested stranger repeated herself. “It looks like quite a party!”

“It is!” Lori turned more aggressive when another woman stood close by. “They’re both coming to my party!”

“No doubt they will be,” The stranger giggled at the hint of what was going to be done to the two men. “This one looks especially fertile,” She gave her professional opinion of Jason’s condition, even leaning forward to take a closer look. She seemed especially interested in Jason, no doubt interested mostly in his size. Lori held it so it pointed straight up as if to emphasize its already impressive length.

“It’s hard to tell,” Lori answered bravely. “It’s always so damn hard to tell with big boys.”

The stranger nodded and smiled. She watched for about two minutes more, and then turned away. “Have fun!” she left us with her slave still in her hand.

Through all this, Lori continued her relentless stroking action. Not fast, but not allow them relief either. They were forced to endure the pleasant punishment of her fingers.

I could tell they would not be able to endure for long. Both men stopped speaking. Their breathing turned harder. First moaning, and then panting, I noticed beads of sweat form on their faces. They were probably hoping she would stop, I figured, but I knew Lori better than either of them.

“You boys have any plans for later tonight?” She slowed when it looked like they were about done.

“We’re coming home with you,” Jason spoke in gasps.

“You’re going to take us home with you,” Charles agreed with equal difficulty.

Lori stroked faster, and then slowed again. She seemed to like their answer. “And then what do you have planned?”

“Not our plans!” Jason resisted. “It’s not a question of what we have planned.”

Charles added: “It’s a question of what you have planned for us.”

Lori liked this even more, for then she started twisted. I noticed her hand twist around each cock as she stroked. The men started to squirm in their seats. It looked like she was squeezing them pretty hard too.

“Both of you?” She questioned.

“Both of us,” They answered with difficulty, one-by-one.

“Then don’t cumm,” She instructed them. “Wait until later. Don’t cumm until you can cumm inside me.”

Her words came as a surprise. Not just to me, but I saw it register in their eyes too. I also saw they weren’t going to last much longer. Both men looked to be on the brink. It was as if Lori was giving them a test.

“I fuck only long-lasting men,” He words gave me a shock. “I want the two of you to take turns.”

She jerked them with little hesitance. I wanted to start jerking on myself just looking at them. One at a time, back and forth she would go. I imagined Lori being fucked again and again, and then perhaps even being fucked in multiples places at the same time.

“But first I better stop,” She stopped seemingly just in time. “We better go.”

Quickly we left. Lori walked out the bar with an erect cock in each hand. I followed with my own erection close behind, holding the door open for them while still other women watched. Needless to say, I didn’t get much sleep that night. The couch was comfortable enough, but there was all that racket coming out of the bedroom. They seemed to go at it half the night.

“To be continued…”

“Oh yes!” The man cried out as she stroked it.

She stroked it several times, and each time the man cried out with pleasure. I had to turn away after the second one, unable to watch, but I noticed Lori had her eyes riveted on him the entire time.

“No! No!” I then heard him yell out nearly in a scream. At first I thought he was being whipped or put into pain in some way, but in actuality the woman had only let go. He was crying out in desperation for release. I watched as he struggled at his bonds and tried to hump thin air in a desperate attempt to get off.

I felt sorry for him, but Lori did not.

“I guess now we know why he has such big balls,” She whispered to me almost in a laugh. “They must really be full of sperm, just like yours! We have to remember to come back to watch when it’s his time to shoot off.”

She pointed to a pad of paper sitting on a three legged stool. On the top was a cardboard cutout of a clock with the hour hand pointed to two and the minute hand pointed to three. Below was a simple explanation. The clock indicated what time the man was scheduled to get off. The spectators could see it, but the man could not. Therefore, he never knew which masturbation session would bring release. Looking at the picture and then over to Lori’s watch, I saw he still had a half-hour to go. It didn’t look like he would make it that long, and then I wondered how long it had been since the clock was first set. By the size of his balls, I’m sure it was several hours.

The bikini clad beauty, meanwhile, continued her rounds. She went down to the next cell and then onto the next. I would have liked her to reach out to masturbate on me too, but then quickly erased the idea from my mind out of fear of becoming hard again.

We finished with the dungeon display and arrived back again at the main foyer.

“I wonder what other goodies they have on display here?” Lori questioned more to herself than me.

“This one looks interesting,” She pulled me along to another set of double doors. Above the doors stood the sign: “Does Size Make a Difference?”

Lori giggled as she read it. It took little effort to guess what the display was about.

“Oh my God!” She exclaimed as soon as we walked inside. “My God! Look at him! Just look at him!”

Directly in front of us, in the middle of the room so no one could possibly miss him, was the most well endowed man I had ever seen. He stood there completely naked with an organ that seemed to extend half way down to his knees.

“My God!” Lori kept exclaiming in shock. “I didn’t know they could grow so big. What kind of girl could even take that thing?”

I wondered about it myself. The guy was about a foot long, and he was still in the flaccid state. Full, he would have to be, I don’t know, about sixteen inches. And he wasn’t only long, he was wide too, as wide as a forearm. I couldn’t imagine any girl deep or wide enough to take him.

Lori admired him for several minutes. “Wow!” She kept saying. “Wow! Wow! Wow! His cock certainly is impressive, don’t you agree John?”

“I suppose so,” I answered shyly, not entirely sure what to say. “But a little impractical,” I pointed out. “I mean, you already said it. No one could accept him.”

Lori let out a little laugh. “Yes, but it certainly would be fun to try!” She laughed some more and then went on.

No other man was quite so impressive, but they were all big and some of them were even hard. Lori especially liked the hard ones, naturally, and she especially liked the hard ones with the longest peckers. First, we came to a man with an eight-inch rod. The next room was filled with three men shacked up together, each with a ten-inch long member.

“Wow, what monsters!” Lori gasped as she stared. “Just think what it would be like to be fucked by one of those things!”

She continued to stair, and as she stared I felt her hand move. She released my own hand from her grip and reached over to touch my cock.

I jumped back.

“No!” She corrected, and touched it again. This time she wrapped her hand around and pulled me forward. I felt that I was hard.

“Good boy!” She complimented. “Good boy John. You’re providing me what I desire, although what I really desire is one of those cocks instead. I’ve always fantasized what it would be like to be fucked by a really big man. Just look at them!”

She continued to do so along with about a half-dozen other women standing before the display. They looked too, and I noticed they also looked at me as though to compare relative sizes. I politely remained hard for their enjoyment, not that I had any other choice with Lori’s hand firmly grasped around.

“Very impressive,” She finally concluded. “And we still have one more display to go.”

I noticed as we progressed through the displays that each cell held a larger man. It therefore was easy to guess what stood behind the large group of women in the last cell of the display.

We walked up to join them with Lori’s hand still firmly clasped around my erect cock. She held my hard organ in her hand as though it existed as a convenient handle to pull me along.

“A foot-and-a-half!” She spoke as she read the sign standing at the entrance of the room. “It says this one is a full 16 inches in length. Just think, a full foot-and-a-half of cock.”

She squeezed tighter and pulled me inside.

I wanted to correct her. Sixteen inches was not quite a full foot-and-a-half in length, but then I saw him and realize it didn’t much matter. The guy behind the bars looked almost deformed.

“Holy fuck!” Lori gave my organ a mighty squeeze, indicating she saw him too. “Look at him! Just look at him!” She nearly yelled it out. “His cock looks to be about the size of a horse’s.”

He stood firm and hard, upright at attention with a full hard-on. A busty beauty stood close beside him to keep him that way. Even I had to agree he looked impressive.

“Sixteen inches of man-meat,” Lori spoke to me in a whisper. “My God! What a monster!”

We stood for several seconds at the display. Lori kept her hand firmly clasped around my pole the entire time. I noticed none of the other women looked at me now. They were too entranced by the big man behind the iron bars.

Then I felt it. It came from behind me. I felt a hand on my bare ass.

“Lori,” I let out a high-pitched yelp. “Someone else is touching me.

She looked at me confused. Then she looked behind me and smiled. Clearly, she saw whoever it was who touched me. By the feel of the hand, I could tell it was another woman, although I could not see myself.

“What’s wrong John?” She questioned. “Where is she touching you?”

“My ass!” I told her. “Someone’s got their hand on my ass!”

Lori looked at me and shrugged her shoulders. “So, what am I supposed to do about it?” And then she quickly turned her attention back to the big cock behind the bars.

I felt humiliated, and then I was made to feel even worse.

“Lori!” I cried out again. “Oh Lori, you have to do something!”

I couldn’t believe what was happening! I wanted to push my waist forward, but Lori firmly held me back.

“Please Lori!” I cried.

“What is it now?” She asked as though I was only a minor annoyance.

“It’s the woman with her hand on my ass!” I tried to push forward again but was held back.

“Yes,” Lori didn’t even bother to look at me. “What about the woman with her hand on your ass?”

“She’s trying to,” I still couldn’t believe it. “She’s trying to push into me!”

Lori only let out a sigh. “Push into where?” She questioned.

I couldn’t believe she didn’t understand, but then I looked over and realized she did. As much as Lori tried to sound disinterested, she couldn’t disguise it. I saw a great big smile on her face and realized she knew full well what was going on behind me. Maybe she had even planned the whole thing.

“Oh shit!” I cried out in shock. “She’s in!”

Lori couldn’t hold back any longer and looked at me with a laugh. “In where?” She could hardly say it.

“Oh shit!” I cried out again. “A woman’s got her finger up my ass!”

Lori’s smile grew even bigger. Then she spoke just like before. “So, what am I supposed to do about it?” And she turned her head back to the big man behind the stage to watch him.

Behind the bars in front of me I saw the buxom beauty reach around and lightly tease the head of the big cock with her fingers.

“Stand still,” Lori spoke as she temporarily let go and performed a similar ritual on me.

“Oh John!” She liked it. “Very good. That’s very considerate of you!”

I felt wetness. I realized I was pre-cumming. It was inevitable given the two female hands on my body at the same time.

I pre-cummed some more, and after Lori judged there was enough, she temporarily let go in order to spread it all around. Soon, I was not only naked, but wet and slippery with a cummed- up cock too. The woman’s hand stayed inside me the whole time.

Suddenly, Lori wanted to leave. “We need to go,” She told me as she backed me up through the crowd of women and then pulled me along. Thankfully, the finger left my ass.

I only discovered the reason for her change in plans when we reached the display cage from 20 minutes before. The big man remained shackled, behind the iron bars, with his erect dick still pointed firmly up into the air. His pole continued to sparkle with wetness, and his swollen nuts continued to look as though they were about to burst out of his sac. I realized it was time for his milking. Lori wanted to witness the big man erupt.

“He should make for a really good show,” She confirmed my suspicions. “Just look at the size of his nuts! I bet he’s going to cumm in gallons.”

I’ve never met a girl like Lori before; a girl who so much enjoyed watching a man eject. She already watched me do it several times, and I had a strong suspicion she was going to watch me several times more.

Soon, the female master arrived. She walked into the cage and began to stroke him, except this time she was not going to stop. We all knew this already. Only the man with the cock being stroked did not know.

“Oh, Oh, Oh!” The shackled man cried out.

“He’s close!” Lori spoke excitedly, squeezing my cock at the same time. Each time the shackled man cried out with an “Oh,” Lori gave my own cock a squeeze.

It did not take him long to cumm, and when he did cumm it came almost as a surprise.

“Oh yes!” He cried out as Lori gave my cock its most intense squeeze yet.

The seductress let go and a moment later he erupted - and did he ever erupt.

“Holy shit!”

He let go with the biggest, most powerful squirt of jizm I ever witnessed. It shot four feet up into the air and didn’t land until it was at least ten feet away from his shackled form.

“Fuck!” Lori yelled out as he squirted so far that it went through the iron bars and splattered on her leg. And then he did it again, and then he did it yet again. The second spurt just barely made it to the bars. The third landed on the stray-covered floor between us.

“Holy fuck!” Lori cried out each time. “It looks alive!”

I noticed her eyes stayed locked on his spurting member, and I could see why! It was an arousing sight, even for me. For as his cock erupted, I saw it move. It pulsated and spasmed. It tensed, sprang up, and even seemed to grow and extra inch. And then, just before it was about to erupt, it did! It sent forth a gusher. And it did it again and again.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!” Lori spoke in time with his pulsating member. “He’s cumming like a fire hose!”

And he really was! I never would have believed it if not seen for myself. The guy looked like a cumm producing machine.

The fourth and fifth squirts weren’t quite as intense, and then they rapidly began to diminish. They did not diminish altogether, however. I still saw his cock continue to spasm and his balls lurch up and down in his sac in an attempt to get off some more. The man looked utterly exhausted by the time he was done.

“Oh John!” Lori told me. “Thank you for bringing me here. That was the best show I’ve ever seen!”

I don’t know why she said this, for I did not bring her here at all. The whole thing was her idea.

“And you feel as though you want to join him!”

She still had her hand around my cock. She had it around me through the whole show. I was the only man there, and she said it loud enough for several other women to hear.

“A bonus round,” The woman next to me said.

“Yes, let’s see how he compares,” Said another.

I couldn’t believe this! I stood out in public, surrounded by horny women, and Lori wanted to do me.

“Please!” I tried to stop her. “Not here! Not in front of all these women.”

Against my objections, I felt it. Lori made a single stroke up and then back down the length of my erect member. By now I had grown slightly flaccid from all her squeezing, but the single stroke made me spring back up.

“Oh John, I like that,” She felt it. “I guess that means a yes!”

“No!” I quickly countered.

She answered my objection with another stroke.

“Go for it!” The woman to my side changed position to look at me head-on.

“Over here,” Another woman yelled out to the crowd. “We have a bonus round!”

This was like the milking station all over again, except this time I was standing and remained free to run out the door, yet I didn’t. I knew the consequences. Plus, secretly, I think I wanted her to do it.

She took a third and then a forth stroke in rapid succession.

“No!” I tried to stop her. “Please Lori, not in front of all these women!”

I heard her giggle and then speak. “Your voice says no, but your body says yes,” She pointed out.

She stroked me three more times. I suddenly started to pre- cumm once more.

“Oh John, that’s even better!” She complimented. “You want to do it in public, don’t you?”

She stroked my cock again, and then she stroked it yet again. After I pre-cummed she started to really go at it. Lori pumped my member like she owned it - which I suppose she did!

More and more women started to join us. First a dozen in the original crowd, and then another dozen from down the hall from both directions. I suppose word was spreading.

I couldn’t believe what was happening! I was actually being jerked off in public. Lori began to pump me continuously, and I knew what was going to happen. With my heightened state of arousal from her summer dress, the bus ride, and then her hand; I had no other choice. I knew I would soon cumm. And even worse, I was going to cumm in front of a crowd of horny women.

The only redeeming feature was that only a few would be able to see my cock erupt. Lori stood in front of me with one hand on my nipples and the other pumping my cock. Therefore, she blocked the view. They could only see me from the side, but all that was about to change.

“I can’t see! I can’t see!” Several women complained.

I was thankful to hear this, but then I heard another voice give a suggestion.

“Let us all see!” A voice sounded from directly behind Lori. “Give him a wrap around!”

I didn’t know what this meant, but from the smile on Lori’s face I knew she did.

“What an excellent idea!” She agreed. “What do you think John? Do you think I should give you a wrap around?”

I stilled didn’t know what a “wrap around” meant, but I still answered with a “no.” Whatever it was, I knew it couldn’t be good.

I was right!

Lori backed away, walked half-way around me, and then brought her hand around from behind. As soon as I felt her hand on my cock again, I knew! She wrapped her hand around my body and grabbed my erection while standing behind me.

“Is this better?” She asked.

Before me stood at least 30 women, and now they had a clear and open view. A cheer rose up from the crowd in response to Lori’s question.

“Yes, much better,” I heard someone say.

“That looks great!” Voiced another female.

Before they could stop cheering, she started up again.

“No Lori! Please!” I tried to stop her.

“Yes John! Yes!” She replied in return. “It’s time for you to give these women a show!”

Lori started up faster than when she left me. Her hand raced up and down the length of my boner. I knew I wouldn’t be able to hold out for very long.

“No! Please! Not in front of all these women!”

“Yes you will!” She countered. “You’re going to show them how much you can cumm after all that goat’s milk!”

Her hand pumped me even faster. I felt myself rapidly approach the point of no return.

“Do it to him!” The audience shouted.

“Yes, do it for them!” Lori agreed.

Her pistoning hand increased its stroking action one notch further. I knew there was no hope for my well displayed and thoroughly abused cock.

“No! No Lori!” I cried out as it did it. My waist thrust forward. My cock pointed up at full mast. It pulsated and spasmed for just a moment before Lori let go and showed off my full glory.

My cock screamed at the absence of her hand. It screamed in the form of a powerful spasm. I thrust out my waist, shoved my cock up and into the air, and spurted.

The crazy story Lori had heard about the goat’s milk turned out to be true. I noticed it on my first squirt. Instead of cumming in a short spurt, my cock came in a long, continuous flow. I couldn’t believe how much quantity I cummed. Somewhere in the background I heard a cheer go up from the audience as I felt my cock let go with a powerful eruption.

First one and then another, my cock erupted again and again, sending multiple bursts of sperm rocketing into the air and then splattering on the floor in front of me.

Lori, meanwhile, kept her hand away from my cock so they could enjoy the show. The audience got to see everything.

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