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When I woke up it was quiet, with weak light filtering in through the curtains but otherwise dark. I was still naked, with not even a sheet to cover me this time. And I was about as hard as I could imagine possible.
Without a thought my hand went to my erection and wrapped around it. I squeezed and let out a soft moan. Images of last night slipped through my head—the silent figure sneaking to my bed, pulling the sheet down, taking my cock in her mouth. Without a word swallowing every drop of my cum and sneaking out again.
I almost came again just thinking about it. I wondered what time it was, how secure I was in my aloneness, if I could chance jerking off here without being caught.
But even the thought of getting caught excited me. Everyone here had seen me naked, had seen me cum. Had even watched as I jerked off.
My hand started moving on its own. Sliding up and down, squeezing. After a moment my left hand joined, squeezing the base while my right stroked. I closed my eyes.
“Oh, hello,” said a voice, pulling my eyes open. Bethany stood in the doorway, her eyes and her smile trained on my naked body. “Look who’s… up.” She was wearing a loose pink tank top that showed quite a bit of cleavage. If she was wearing any shorts at all they were too short to show below the hem of her shirt.
I wasn’t sure whether to pull my hands from my cock, thus exposing it further, or just lie there holding it. The sheet was bunched at my feet, too far to easily cover with.
So I just attempted a weak smile and said “Morning,” my hands still wrapped around my cock.
“You want me to leave you alone?”
I hesitated a moment. “Do you want to leave me alone?”
She seemed to think about this. I wondered if she was the one from the last night. I didn’t think so.
Finally she just walked to the couch and sat down. I heard other stirrings from the bedrooms, someone moving into the kitchen.
I decided to make an at least half-hearted attempt at modesty, so I pulled my hands away and reached for the sheet. Bethany’s eyebrow shot up as I let go of my cock and it slapped against my stomach. Pulling the sheet over it didn’t do much to conceal anything. But at least the effort was made.
“You gonna hurt yourself if you leave that?” she said. She nodded toward the tent in the sheet.
“Maybe,” I said. I slid a hand under the sheet and gently wrapped it around my cock again. I couldn’t help it.
Bethany smiled.
Kendra walked in then, followed by Leslie. They both immediately looked to my bed, as if they’d only entered to see what state I was in. They each looked pleased, and not surprised.
“I didn’t realize this trip would offer so much entertainment,” Leslie said. “It’s one show after another.” She sat on the couch next to Bethany. She was wearing a gray bodyshop t shirt and short blue shorts.
Kendra was wearing her usual sexy pajamas—all black, all tight, her smooth brown skin in abundance. If it was possible it seemed her boobs were even less contained this morning. I could see just a hint of darker skin where her nipples began. She smiled at me, sat on the edge of the bed, and lifted up the sheet.
“Mmm,” she said. “Right where I left you.” She winked and said “Shhh.”
And it clicked, and I could see her, wearing this same outfit, sneaking in, taking my cock in her mouth. Giving me the best blowjob I’d ever had.
I let out a moan and squeezed my cock. It was all I could do to keep from cumming right there.
“Poor baby, you’re all full of cum again, aren’t you.” She took my cock in her hand.
At that moment Gloria and Frida came in, and Leslie and Bethany leaned over for a better look. And Kendra squeezed and pumped her hand up and down my cock, and she whispered in my ear that she could still taste my cum, and I moaned and I exploded, and I shot my cum all myself and Kendra.
“Good morning,” Gloria said. Frida burst out laughing, followed by the rest of us.
#
We got cleaned up and I took a shower and, in what felt like the first time in a while, I put some clothes on. That got some half-joking protests from my roommates, but I had some things to do. And I doubted the outside world would be quite as okay with my nudity as my roommates had become.
I had a few errands to run, and then I had a lunch date with Patricia, the manager of the Montreal office.
I sat outside the restaurant for a few minutes, trying to get my head right. I’d been in such a fog, with a near-constant erection, and I found I was nervous about facing someone in the real world again.
It didn’t help that Patricia was a fine-looking woman in her own right. She was older than me, perhaps in her mid-40s, and she looked like she took care of herself. Caramel-brown skin, black hair kept short and sculpted. She was tall, with large breasts and wide hips. Today she wore a yellow sun-dress that looked like a splash of water would render it transparent. It fit snug around her breasts—showing a surprising amount of cleavage for a work meeting, I thought—but flowed loosely everywhere kahramanmaraş escort else.
She was waiting for me at our table, and she rose and greeted me with a warm smile and a handshake. We exchanged pleasantries, vanilla comments about the weather. She managed to put me at ease, but I did have to make a continual effort not to allow my eyes to wander to her chest.
“So I mentioned before,” she said, “I just wanted to sit down with each of you separately, informally, to kind of exchange some ideas about our workflows. And you get to be my first victim.” She winked as she said “victim,” with a mischievous look in her eye. I fought off a blush and tried not to read anything into a harmless joke.
“Sure,” I said. “Happy to oblige.”
The waitress came to take our orders, and I snuck a peek at Patricia’s chest while she looked at her menu. I felt like a creep doing it, but I couldn’t help it. My eyes were drawn like moths to a flame. And it was worth the risk. Her breasts were large perfect orbs, snugged tightly into her dress. I could just make out the lines of her bra underneath, and a gentle rise where her nipples pressed against the fabric. I felt a stirring in my jeans, and realized I’d probably been staring too long, and looked quickly back at my own menu.
Patricia didn’t seem to catch me, but the waitress did. She was short, with a wide curvy body, black hair and olive skin. She regarded me with a look of playful shock, like she’d caught a child with his hand in the cookie jar. I blushed and smiled and ordered my sandwich.
We talked a little about work, about processes—boring stuff not worth repeating—about office culture, the differences between our office and Patricia’s.
“So you six are all staying together, right?” she said after a few minutes.
I nodded, trying not to think too much about the details.
“What’s that like?”
I took a drink of water, trying to distract my mind and come up with a suitable answer. Instead I just choked on it.
Patricia laughed, gave me a look of conspiratorial sympathy.
“Bit of an adjustment, huh,” she said.
I nodded again, trying to clear my throat. “Yeah. You could say that.”
“Well just remember, you’re on a business trip. Try to keep things professional.” She had a twinkle in her eye when she said this, which made me wonder if there was an edge of sarcasm in her words.
“Of course,” I said. I must have blushed, because she smiled knowingly.
There was a pause, while she seemed to imagine what our house might be like, and I could think of nothing to say. I wanted to change the subject, but my mind was blank.
“You’re pretty well out-numbered there,” she said. “That sounds like either a dream come true or a nightmare.”
I laughed.
“I guess it depends on how things go,” she said.
I shrugged. “It’s hard to get much time to myself,” I said.
“I bet it is hard. Do you get your own room at least?”
“I’m on the foldout in the living room.”
She laughed. “Wow. So you really have nowhere to go. That would be hard.”
I thought I detected her eyes flick downward when she said “hard,” but I tried to convince myself I’d imagined it. I was of course thinking about my dick—I could apparently think of nothing else in this town—but surely she wasn’t.
I just shrugged again and said, “I’ve managed okay so far.”
She smiled again, and this time I was sure I didn’t imagine her eyes flick downward. And of course the stirring in my jeans intensified with the thought that she might be thinking about what I was thinking about.
I tried to surreptitiously adjust myself to make things a little more comfortable, which was when the waitress decided to come check on us.
“How is everything?” she said, and her eyes went right to my crotch as she noticed me adjusting. She did not do a great job hiding her surprise. Patricia noticed and raised an eyebrow at me.
“Everything’s great,” she said. “Right Sam?”
“Yeah. Great.” I nodded, blushing furiously. Both Patricia and the waitress laughed, and the waitress moved on to the next table.
Conversation went back to work matters, but there was a new edge to it. Patricia seemed always to be toying with me, managing to insert plenty of ambiguous phrasing (“I’ll be riding you all week.” “I want to make sure you’re well satisfied.” “It may get hard, but just know that when it does I’ll be here for you.”). And always she looked into my eyes, occasionally sliding her eyes downward, with a playful smile on her lips.
At one point she wrapped her hand around the glass she was drinking out of and slid her grip upward, collecting condensation on her fingers, never breaking eye contact.
By the time we finished eating, my hard-on was raging against my jeans, creating an impossible-to-miss bulge.
Patricia paid the bill, and I tried desperately to settle myself down before I had to stand up. But the waitress was at this point making so secret of staring at my crotch, and Patricia seemed to kastamonu escort be enjoying that immensely. All of which made me all the more turned on.
And so when Patricia stood up and waited for me to do the same, my cock was throbbing, pressing urgently against the leg of my jeans. I could think of no excuse to delay my standing, so I just swallowed hard and stood.
And Patricia’s gaze went right to the bulge in my jeans, and her eyes widened. All I could do was shrug.
She smiled, and held her hand out to shake.
“Thanks for coming out to meet me, Sam,” she said. “I know how hard this can be. But you seem like you’re a good fit.”
“I appreciate it,” I said.
She smiled again and squeezed my hand.
“You just let me know if there’s anything you need,” she said, and gave me the subtlest of winks.
“Thank you,” I said. “I’m looking forward to seeing more of you.” I glanced at her chest as I said this, hoping I was being as subtly suggestive as she was. If nothing else, the view was worth it. Her nipples were clearly poking through the fabric of bra and dress now.
“Likewise,” she said, and passed another look to my crotch.
“Thank you guys so much,” our waitress said as we made our way toward the door. “I hope you’ll come see us again soon.” She looked at me with a coy smile.
Patricia walked me to my car, and there she shook my hand again.
“I hope you don’t think I’m completely unprofessional,” she said. “Gloria let slip to me that the girls at the house have been… teasing you a bit. And I couldn’t resist having a little fun myself.”
I felt myself blush. How much had Gloria told her? Teasing was the least of it, of course. But I found it hard to imagine Gloria telling her the details of what had gone on.
“I’ll see you at the office tomorrow,” Patricia said, and smiled.
#
It took the whole drive back to the house for my hard-on to deflate. But just stepping in the door threatened to bring it back. My bed was still pulled out—I forgot to put it away this morning—and the sheets were still a mess from the activity this morning. Worse, I thought I could spot a telltale stain. And that of course brought to mind an image of Kendra squeezing my cock, my cum spraying all over myself and her. A gob of cum dripping off her big round breast squeezed into her tank top.
I had to get out of these jeans. I could feel my cock swelling inside them again, and I couldn’t take the confines anymore. Nobody was in the living room, so I pushed my jeans off, looking around for my mesh shorts.
“Good lunch?” Gloria said, coming in from the kitchen. She looked at me like she knew something I didn’t.
“Yeah,” I said. “Patricia’s… nice.”
Gloria just smiled and walked to the front door, pulling her phone out.
“Hello?” she said, stepping onto the porch.. “Yeah, he just got home.” She laughed. “Yeah, he felt the need to take his pants…” She shut the door behind her, and I didn’t hear the rest.
I found my shorts and pulled them on, and stretched out onto the bed and turned the TV on. I could hear chatter here and there throughout the house, as everyone seemed to be going about their Sunday business.
I found a mindless movie to watch on cable, something not remotely sexual, and tried to turn my libido off for a little while.
I hadn’t realized how tired I was until I lay down, but before long I was drifting off to sleep.
I dreamed I was at the office, giving a presentation. I stood in front of a long conference table, with Patricia, all my housemates, and several other women from the office waiting patiently for me to enlighten them.
I didn’t say anything, I just slowly pulled my shirt off. They all leaned forward, all concentration, as if I was giving them information that they’d need for their livelihoods. Then I unbuckled my pants, pulled my fly down, pushed them to my ankles and stepped out of them. I stood there for a moment in my underwear, and they all sat patiently waiting for me to proceed. I looked from one of them to the next, making eye contact with each person. Then I hooked my fingers into the waistband of my boxers and pushed them down. My audience whispered to each other, nodding and commenting on what they were seeing. My dick started slowly to rise as they looked on, and I grabbed it with my right hand. They all leaned in further. Slowly I started to stroke it for them, until I was fully hard, standing straight up and out. I took my hand away and stood on display for them. They all watched as a small bead of precum gathered at the tip.
“Sam!” a voice came from outside the office. I felt a hand on my arm, jostling me.
“Sam, wake up.” The voice was closer this time. I opened my eyes and saw Leslie leaning over me.
“Hey,” she said. “It’s dinner time.”
Dinner time? How long was I out?
“I’ll be right there,” I said.
I gathered myself and stepped into the kitchen to see everyone seated around the table.
“Hey,” Bethany said. “Good nap?”
There were kayseri escort a couple giggles around the table, and everyone looked at me. I shrugged and took my seat.
Dinner was takeout chicken with some corn and mashed potatoes. It wasn’t bad.
“Sam, tell us about your lunch with Patricia,” Bethany said after a while.
I made brief eye contact with Gloria, who blushed and chuckled and looked away.
“What was that about?” Kendra said, looking from Gloria to me.
“Nothing,” I said. “Lunch was fine. Patricia’s nice.”
Gloria just looked down at her plate, quietly laughing.
“Gloria, spill it,” Leslie said.
“Well,” Gloria said, swallowing her bite of food. She took a drink of water, gathering herself. “I talked to Patricia this morning, and she asked how things were going around the house.”
“Oh God,” Bethany said. “What did you tell her?”
“I told her we were all getting along great, but that I think Sam might be hurting for privacy being the only guy here.”
“And?” Frida said.
“And she made some comment about him being turned on by all these women with nowhere to go to take care of it. I don’t remember how she put it, but it was a little more subtle than that.”
“Yeah, she’s good at that,” I said. Four pairs of surprised eyes snapped to me and back to Gloria.
Gloria shrugged.
“And I said we were all having fun with that,” she said.
“To say the least,” Kendra said, and smiled at me.
“Anyway, she seemed to think that was pretty funny,” Gloria said. “And said it should make lunch more interesting.”
“So what happened?” Leslie said, looking at me.
It was my turn to shrug.
“Nothing,” I said. “We had lunch.”
“I talked to Patricia after,” Gloria said. “She said she teased him a little. And then, and I quote, ‘When we stood up to leave he had a massive hard-on in his jeans.'”
Everyone laughed. Kendra snorted. I blushed and took a long drink of water.
“Don’t worry, Sam,” Gloria said. “She seemed impressed.”
After dinner we all cleaned up, and Bethany announced she was going to change into pajamas and suggested we watch a movie. Everyone agreed, with both points.
I was already in the closest thing to pajamas I had, so I went into the living room and stretched out on the bed. After a few minutes everyone else started filing in. Leslie wore a tight v-neck t shirt and shorts. Kendra had on the same tight black tank top and tiny shorts—washed, apparently, or at least cleared of this morning’s stain. Frida and Bethany both came out in loose-fitting tank tops, Frida’s yellow and Bethany’s pink. Everyone filed in and took their place on the couch and loveseat, leaving me alone on the bed.
And then Gloria came in, wearing a little white silk nightgown that showed off more cleavage than I would have expected, and barely came down over her ass. I was stunned. She watched my face as she walked in, and smiled as she climbed on the bed next to me.
“Damn, Gloria,” Kendra said. “Someone’s tryin’ to get laid tonight.”
Gloria just smiled at me, then made careful notice of the rising action in my shorts.
Leslie turned out the lights, and Bethany chose the movie. It was some kind of romantic comedy, something silly and relatively mindless. The ladies all snuggled up on the couches and gave it all of their attention.
Gloria seemed to be waiting for the movie to occupy the rest of the room, then she scooted closer to me, lying on her side.
“I bought this today,” she whispered, fingering the hem of her nightgown. “Is it ridiculous?”
I thought I could see her blushing even in the dim light from the TV. But I could also see the shape of her body through the sheer fabric. The curve of her hip, the gentle slope of her stomach. The way her breasts pulled downward by the angle she lay in, barely covered by the lace top of the nightgown.
“No,” I whispered. “I think it’s sexy.”
She bit her lip. I moved my hand over and slowly, gently, ran my fingers up her leg and brushed them against the lace trim at the bottom of the nightgown, stopping just at the point of going under it.
Gloria sighed and grabbed my hand and pulled it up higher to her hip. High enough that I could tell she had nothing on underneath.
“Fuck,” I whispered.
Gloria leaned in, and as she whispered in my ear I felt her hand grip the rising bulge in my shorts.
“I’ve been thinking about your cock all day,” she whispered. “Will you come to my room?”
I just nodded, and she released her grip and climbed out of the bed. I waited a minute so as not to be overly obvious. If anyone was looking when I stood up, though, there would be no mistaking the silhouette they’d see in my shorts.
When I got to Gloria’s room, she was lying on her back in bed. She smiled at me.
“Come here,” she said.
I climbed onto the bed and again ran my hand up her legs, this time not stopping at the nightgown. I pushed my hand under the hem and around to her ass, squeezing. She moaned, but then she put her hand on my shoulder and pushed me away, onto my back. She climbed over me, straddling me, and gave my shirt a tug. I sat up to let her take it off me and toss it aside. Then she grabbed the waistband of my shorts, boxers included, and pulled. I lifted my ass to let her pull them off, and my cock sprang free, almost hitting her in the face.
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