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A Weekend with Jennifer

By: quotidian01



I have just put panties on to start to tell you this tale. Everyday low bikini style printed with pink and red birds. I like the little bow at the waist in the front and the scalloping around the waist and the leg holes. My dick is soft and my balls comfortable.

This time I'm with Jennifer, the tall blonde. Unlike Jennifer, Jennifer has a dominant streak, but her subservience to me holds it in check. Through a series of events I can't tell you here, I once had a chance to instill in her three hypnotic suggestions: she would always tell me the truth about questions regarding sex, she would always want the more embarrassing options, and she would feel good just being near me. 

I can't tell you how this came about because I stole it from another story. Plagiarism doesn't exist in my dreams. However, by the time she has become my private office slut and I have invited her to a sexy vacation at this club I know in The Islands called Open, I am rock hard in my panties. I like to press the heel of my palm to the underside just short of the tip and dangle my fingertips across my balls. Sometimes, they'll contract and a drop will soak through the light cloth holding me back and holding me in. Once that drop appears, I stop touching myself for a while.

The warm breeze gently plays at the hem of Jennifer's skirt as we step off the bus from the airport into the lobby. As I asked her to, Jennifer walks just a bit in front of me. Just enough so I can admire her and the people looking at her. Not only men, by the way. I told her to dress in a sexy way without being too outrageous. She did perfectly. Her dress resembled Bo Peep's, blue and white checks. A bib covered a white blouse. She was bareheaded because a bonnet would have made it look like a costume. She did look like a nursery rhyme character, from the waist up. The skirt, however, ended in a frill well short of the tops of her stockings. Those had a bow at the front as well as garters. The white heels with bows completed her lower half. I stared at her ass twitching beneath the fabric and those who stared at her. One fellow even opened his mouth.

We checked into our first floor room. I had specifically asked for this room after looking at a map. It had a patio right next to a walking path that ran to the bar by the restaurant. A large glass door would have let us out, but, because we are on the first floor, it is sealed. The room itself is quite comfortable: it ought to be for the price. We were there for a five-day retreat. They had promised comfort and discretion. Jennifer went to close the curtains and I told her to leave them open. No one really noticed us as we unpacked.

Hypnotism is really a remarkable thing. Each day we begin with a little ceremony I've contrived to reinforce the suggestions I gave her. I tell her we have five days in this place and would she like to give me complete control over what we did while we were here? I liked being able to catch that brief flash of... regret? Fear? Worry? Or was it excitement too full for her to express at that moment? I cannot tell if it is the urge to tell the truth or the urge to take the more embarrassing option, she blushes that she would like to do whatever I tell her to. She kisses me, gently, quietly, her hands to my face. I stare into her eyes as they stare at me. Large pupils, black pools of a deep opening in her. We kiss again, harder this time and then break apart.

I ask her to show me the clothing she has brought. I asked her to bring only sexy clothing and to judge by what she was wearing, she definitely had done what I asked her. A bathing suit, some skirts and shorts, some tops and underwear. When I asked her to show me her panties, she said that she would rather they be a surprise for me. I agreed and so they went straight into her drawer. In that spirit, I suggested we go explore the resort. She put on a tee shirt and panties with flip-flops. I wore white trousers made from a thin cotton cloth. They made my underwear, white bikini briefs at this point, clearly visible. I also have on a tee shirt and sandals.

I let myself stroke again. Lightly with my fingertips and they shoot tingles of pleasure through even the plain cotton of my panty. Once I'm fully hard again, I put my hand over as much of my enclosed hardon as I can and shake it. It slips a little bit against the cloth each time I shake. I'm getting hotter. Much hotter. Now I let myself run my fingertips across my bulge. Right hand lightly on my balls and my left twiddling with the shaft. It feels so good I squirm a bit.

The resort itself was a scattering of different areas, each one dedicated to some pleasure or another. Some places were clothing optional and some were clothing free. There were two pools; the clothing optional one had a bar in the center. The water lapped a few inches below the bar and underwater stools lined up along it. Some of the other areas featured waterfalls and palms while still others seemed more like large campfires surrounded by benches. Food could be ordered at any of these sits so there was no large dining hall. Then there was the main bar, in a large room that had a dance floor and a stage. 

On a bulletin board we found the main schedule of events. Nothing was offered in the morning, which struck me as a good idea. Each afternoon there was some sponsored event down at the beachfront. I saw listed a wet tee shirt contest, a do it yourself challenge, a striptease contest, truth or dare, and blind man's bluff. Evidently, there was a different kind of show each night in the main bar, starting around nine. We were too tired from travel for anything like a party, but some of the titles were intriguing: everybody's darling, how far can you go, ride 'em cowgirl, glory halleluiah, 

So, we went to sit in some chairs overlooking the grounds. We were on a bluff, and down below us, we could see the layout entirely. It was an interesting spot in that we could see what went on below while we were basically invisible in the shadows. At first, there was no one there, and we stared at the stars in silence for a while. Soon, however, two laughing couples walked into the circle of light closest to the cliff we sat at the top of. There was a square cushion on top of a low pedestal. They were too far to hear what they said but they were obviously excited, pushing and laughing.

They all sat on the cushion and spoke among themselves. Suddenly' the two fellows stood up and moved away from the women. The women kissed, long and quietly; the men smiled and stared. Slowly, each one peeled of the other's clothes. Pulling a tee shirt over her head made their breasts rub against each other. Soon they were naked. The part I liked best was when the blond pulled off the other's panties. The one losing her panties looked so open and exposed. They fell into a sixty-nine position for a while. The men just stared and grinned. Then the girls switched around until they were scissoring against each other. We wouldn't hear them, but it was clear that first one and then the other came. 

I am getting so excited, I take my hand away with the promise that I won't touch myself again until I am limp. The stain in my panties at the top of my cock has grown and the length of my dick strains clearly against the cute girly panties. I won't stop with my dream but I do wait until I am soft again.

Now the women got off the cushion and gestured for the men. There is some discussion as the men removed their clothes and climb up onto the pillow. The women take the men's place and clearly intend to watch. The men did not kiss but one just bent over and took the other's penis in his mouth. His head bobbed up a down for a while the other's dick slid in and out of his mouth. Suddenly a few hard thrusts and the first one has come. I'm impressed that the man didn't spit out the spume but swallowed it. Jennifer leaned over and murmured how sexy the show was. They switched places. The man who had sucked was still very hard, if not harder, and the other one did not take him into his mouth straight away. He licked the shaft, sucked on the head, and lightly stroked the balls. The kneeling arched his back as the first one took his entire cock into his mouth. A few thrusts and it was clear the show was over. The women came to stand over the men and start to kiss them. Eventually, they all stood, dressed, and walked off down the trail.

Jennifer and I were both massively excited by what we had just seen and barely made it back to our room. We tore each other's clothes off. Once we were naked, I had her open the curtains while I moved the small couch over to in front of the window. With our light on, anyone who walked down the path could see what we were doing. She got upon all fours, facing the windows. As I entered her from behind, the first person stopped outside our window to watch. Being seen had some huge effect on Jennifer and she quickly came several times. We could see what the others saw in the reflection. The crowd grew, and I finally exploded into her. After the spasms slowed, I continued to move into and out of her slowly, jolts of pleasure and sensations still emanating from my cock. Eventually, I pulled out and told her to pull the curtains. With my cum dripping down her leg, she walked to the windows, reached up, and pulled the curtains closed. Show over for the night. We snuggled into each other and slept.

Day 02

Finally, I am soft again. Strings of pre-cum swing at the end of my dick but I am soft. So, I gently tickle my balls and take my cock by the head. With one hand touching my balls, I shake my dick with the other. It hangs between my hands and soon jumps back to hard. A glob of precum seeps out of the tip and I smear it around the head. It feels so good, slippery and wet, but soon it dries and becomes sticky. So I have to wash it off and my cock softens again. Once it is fully soft, I change into my nylon panties, black and so much thinner and more conducive to touch than the cotton. I only allow myself to rest one finger against the glan. This is all I allow myself to touch while I return to the dream and get hard again.

Next day dawned bright and sunny. We ordered room service and ate breakfast on the balcony. I told her that today I would decide what we wanted to do. I could see she was embarrassed but willing to do whatever I said. To appease her, I told her that tomorrow it would be her turn. She warned me to be gentle. I said we would go swimming after breakfast. The look on her face was priceless when she saw the swimsuit I had brought her. It was a wicked weasel, tiny and transparent. The small triangle of cloth that ran between her legs, rose up her front in two thin bands that barely covered her nipples, over her shoulders, and down between her ass cheeks. 

She complained that it would be like walking through the hotel naked. I just smiled at her and asked what was wrong with that. She blushed and said that there was nothing wrong with it. I had her help me into my suit. Instead of a wicked weasel, I had gotten myself a Speedo, which barely covered me, but I did wrap a towel around my waist. I carried her towel. I made her walk in front of me so I could watch those staring at her.

Her ass cheeks, switching on either side of the thin string that ran between them, brought blood surging back into my cock. It began to hum in anticipation, and I knew a single contraction would push it up and over the top of my Speedo. We went through the lobby and out to the clothing optional pool. There, we lay down, side by side. With our dark glasses, we could watch those who watched us. I told her to put her feet on the ground on either side of her lounge. She did, which spread her legs wide.

After a while in the sun, I called a waiter over. Jennifer closed her legs but I told her told her to leave them open. She did. The poor waiter could not keep his eyes from running up and down her body. Jennifer's nipples hardened under his gaze. We ordered and the fellow left. I told her how sexy it as to watch her get the once over from a stranger. She agreed it was hot and smiles when she saw how close to overflowing my suit I was. Lunch distracted us add we both calmed down while we ate.

After lunch, we left the pool. It was getting very hot. On our way to find a shadier place, we saw on the activity board that a wet tee shirt contest was scheduled for three o'clock. I told Jennifer I wanted her to enter. No one had breasts like her: full, large, with a quarter sized nipples. She said she wasn't sure, but I insisted. I told her that it was sexy to see people stare at her. To see her exposed to a crowd would make my day. Even though she blushed, we went back to our room for her to get ready.

She wore a thin and short tee shirt and a skimpy pair of bikini panties. When we entered the tent where the contest was going to be held. She signed in and was directed over to a line of girls. I found my seat in the audience, which ringer a circular arena of sand. Soon the tent filled with people, both men and women. The contestants had to walk twice around the arena: once dry and once wet. Then the judges would vote. I knew Jennifer would win. There were eight other contestants and none of them were as nicely shape or as large as Jennifer's.

My cock is now straining against the material coating it. I let my fingers drift up and down the shaft. The muscles in my back tighten in expectation. I tap my hardness and tickle my balls. A surge runs up my cock and another drop of precum soaks into the cotton of my panties. With one hand still on my balls, I take the tip of my cock, still in my panties, and shake it quickly. This makes the panties rub against my cock and each wiggle sets off an electricity of pleasure. I'm so hot now that I can barely tear myself away to return to the dream, but that was the fun. Everything lives more brightly in my mind the more frustrated I get.

She was fifth in line, and the first four did what the rules said. Once around dry and then again soaked. Jennifer however, must have found it exciting too, because what she did when it was her turn almost brought me out of my chair. She turned her back to the judges bent at the waist and slowly slid her panties down and off. The audience erupted into cheers. She strutted around once dry with her pussy and ass on full display. She arched her back as she walked, thrusting her breasts out even further. Then, it was time for her wet turn around. The MC sprayed her tee shirt with water and her hard nipples stood out clearly. About half way round, she pulled off her shirt and finished the round entirely naked. Then, my favorite part, she had to stand there, completely undressed and exposed while the other girls finished.

The judges voted and a girl named Jennifer came in third. Her breasts were well shaped but small. For her prize, she was told to choose a person from the audience but it had to be someone other than the fellow she came with. She chose a large black man who joined her on the sand. She was told to get on her knees, close her eyes and open her mouth. The black man held a banana as though it were his cock and stuck it in her mouth. She began to suck on it and cameras in the audience popped. Her breasts hung free and swayed to her movements. Eventually she was told her prize was over. She opened her eyes, saw what was happening and bit the banana in half.

Sally, the second girl, was told that for her prize she had to pick three people from the audience. She chose two men and a lady, who joined her on the sand. Then she was told that her prize was to kiss and be kissed by each of them. She seemed to like the idea and she kissed the first man with an open mouth. Everyone could see their tongues sliding over each other. She turned to the lady second and their kiss was much more gentle, lips lightly brushing over open mouths, tongue tips barely touching. For the third fellow, she put her arms behind her back, tipped her head up and closed her eyes. He pushed his mouth against hers and filled it with his tongue. By the time this kiss was over, her nipples were rock hard and she was obviously excited.

Then it was Jennifer's turn. Like Sally, she was asked to choose three people from the audience. She chose three men. The MC who was running the show lay down on a towel down on the sand. Jennifer lay down on it. The MC took a bottle of chocolate syrup, and squirted three lines on her: one between her breasts and headed for her navel, one across her stomach, and a third one down her left thigh. The men were then told they had to lick the syrup off her. Everyone could hear Jennifer gasp as the men got to work. Of course, the chocolate spread onto her breasts, all over her stomach and on both thighs. The men kept switching areas that they were licking. Not gasping now, Jennifer was panting. When two men sucked and licked her breasts with another one between her thighs, she orgasmed. She tried to hide it but didn't do a very good job. Everyone cheered and she blushed bright red.

After they were done licking her, I changed into a different pair of panties. These were blue and built for a woman, but thicker than either of my earlier pairs. So, my cock pushed against the pressure of the material and was cupped, held firmly but comfortably. The fabric was stronger and it will be harder for my cock to push out against it.

And the show was over and the audience began to leave. Jennifer gathered up her clothes and I joined her. She was smeared with spit and chocolate. I challenged her to walk back to the room as she was sp she wouldn't get her clothes too dirty. I could see her struggling with the hypnotic suggestion but she managed to resist. It was sexy anyway to see her pulling up her panties in front of a group of strangers.

When we got back to our room, Jennifer claimed the shower first. She closed the door and I could hear the water. I stripped and lay on the bed. I closed my eyes and imagined the water coursing all over her body as her soapy hands ran up and down her stomach, breasts, and finally between her legs, scrubbing away all the chocolate and spit. My cock hardened and I began to lightly stroke it. Using only the tips of two fingers, I kept one at the base of my cock and ran the other in circles around the head. 

Soon, my cock was arching up off my belly on its own. I was so captivated by the pleasure that I did not notice the water had stopped running. My eyes were closed and so I did not see Jennifer come back into the room. When I did finally pause to catch a breath, she was standing at the end of the bed, dressed only in white frilly panties. She smiled. She told me it was really sexy watching me touch myself and she wanted me to get myself off watching her dress. My hands jumped back to me cock and she rummaged in her drawer, giving me an excellent view of her ass. She took out a white bra and slid it over her shoulders. It fastened in front so she had to lean over to get her breasts into the cups correctly. By the time she returned from her closet with a short skirt and a button down blouse, an orgasm had begun to accumulate in my balls. They shrunk up into my body as she buttoned her blouse, and my hands were flying over my cock and balls as she stepped into her short skirt. It was short but not tight, the pleats helped it expand. When I gasped out that I was going to come, she turned to smile at me. I bucked on the bed as spasm after spasm burst come up from my balls and out my tip. Stream after stream. I kept stroking after the orgasm was done which made me squirm before her eyes. She smiled even more. She asked if that was for her and I blushed and nodded yes.

After my shower and dinner in the room, we went to the bar. I put on a thin pair of cotton trousers with a drawstring at the top, a button down shirt and sandals. As we went to the bar, there was a sign announcing that tonight's activity was called "Everyone's Darling." We settled in for some drinks and looked around the room. It all seemed like a pretty regular bar scene. A man played a piano and the waiters and waitress dressed in pretty skimpy costumes. But this was only at first.


A Weekend with Jennifer



The man at the piano was the MC for the evening and he began to explain the theme for that night. Anyone who wanted to could volunteer to stand in the middle of the room for ten minutes and be touched by anyone who wants to. Then he started asking for volunteers. The first was a redhead dressed in a full red dress with white polka dots, and she wore white high heels. She stood in the middle of the room and raised her arms over her head. The MC put a blindfold over her eyes and started a countdown clock. I looked a question at Jennifer and she smiled her response.

I went up to the woman and started rubbing my hand all over her. I started at her breasts and I could feel that she wore a bra underneath. Down her back and over her ass. She spread her legs a bit. Soon, I was joined by another fellow who stuck his hands up under her skirt. She moaned a bit. A third joined us and soon our hands roamed all over her body. Then, a woman came up and started to touch her breasts. Hands beneath her skirt, rubbing her breasts, stroking her stomach and cupping her ass. Only too soon the bell sounded and the game was over. The lady walked back to her seat on uneasy legs. Jennifer whispered in my ear that she was totally turned on by what she had seen and wanted to try it too. I told her to go ahead.

My cock was starting to leak again, even through the thicker blue material. My cock strained to get out but I just run my fingers over my balls, sending another spasm and drop of pre-cum up through my cock.

She gave her name to the MC and was soon called up. Blindfolded with her arms over her head, she waited. One man came up and began by grabbing her breasts and rubbing them pretty hard. Jennifer's mouth opened a bit. Another man came up and reached beneath her skirt to feel her ass. She spread her legs a little. Two more came up and their hands roamed all over her. I could tell that she was getting very excited with four men running their hands on her. Then a woman joined the crowd. Jennifer didn't know that the next set of hands was a woman's but I did. Even though I had cum just earlier in the evening, I was getting very hot. After 10 minutes, the blindfold was removed and Jennifer rejoined me at our table. She was so hot that she could not speak. We each had a quick drink and almost ran to our room.

When we came in, I threw open the curtains and Jennifer turned on the lights. We both stripped. My cock was rock hard and I sat in front of the window with my legs spread. Anyone who wanted to could see in quite clearly as Jennifer knelt at my feet and took my cock in her mouth. Through the reflection, I could see some movement so I knew at least someone was there watching us. Jennifer's head bobbing up and down in my lap, her ass stuck out towards the window. Before I came, I told her to switch places with me. She sat in the chair with her legs spread wide. I told her to get herself off. She had watched me earlier and now I wanted to watch her. Shyly at first, but then with wild abandon, Jennifer rubbed her pussy, occasionally inserting her fingers to touch her G spot. When she came, each spasm curled her up into a fetal ball of moans. It was wildly hot and I pulled her out of the chair. She lay on the floor with her legs spread and towards the window. I lay quickly on top of her and entered her with no problem. That anyone outside could see my cock entering her only made the scene hotter. I finally came deep inside her. The scene in the bar had gotten me so hot that even though it was my second orgasms in a matter of hours, I surged and pumped like the desperate man that I was.

I rolled off her and we both lay on the floor panting and sweating. Finally, I got up and closed the curtains. As I approached the window, I saw that quite a crowd had gathered outside. Perhaps ten people, maybe more. I couldn't see clearly, but I could hear them. Talking, laughing, giggling. Both men's and women's voices. Jennifer had gotten up and gone to shower again. I just got into bed as naked as I was. The evening had so worn me out that I was asleep before she came to bed.

Day 3

We awoke to another bright and sunny day. I told Jennifer that she had pleased me so well the day before that we were going to switch roles for that day. She was in charge and I would do anything she told me to. She asked me if I was serious, and I [promised I would do everything she told me to. With a twinkle in her eye, she told me to call room service and order breakfast. We were still in bed when the knock came at the door. She raised her eyebrow at me and I got out of bed to answer the door. I began to put on my trousers and she told me there was no need for them. I answered the door naked and a maid stood there with our food on a wheeled tray. I was both embarrassed and excited as she looked me up and down before entering the room. I was stiff as a pole by the time she left, giggling.

Jennifer said we were going to go back to the pool for the morning. She put on shorts and a tee shirt, but she insisted I put on my Speedo swimsuit, the one that covered almost nothing and what it did cover was hidden only by thin clingy material that showed off my cock clearly. When we were ready to go, Jennifer threw open the curtains and sat in the chair we had screwed in the night before. She made stand in front of her as she touched my cock, tickled my balls, and sucked on the head. I was rock hard in almost no time. My cock struggles against the material on my swimsuit, not just tenting out a bit, but pressing quite hard against the restraint. 

She made me walk behind her as we went through the hotel. Everyone could see my hardon quite clearly. This embarrassed me but it also excited me to no end. My cock refused to go down ever a little. By the time we settled into our loungers by the poolside, my cock was finally starting to soften. That was when Jennifer told me to make myself hard again. She told me that I had to keep myself hard as long as we were by the pool. At first, I didn't move and she said, a bit more forcefully. "Get started. You promised." So, I reached down and began to stroke myself through the swim suit. I could see several groups of people notice what I was doing and I tried to ignore them.

My own stroking had gotten my cock hard and it was pressing so hard at the front of my panties that the back was quite tight. I like to run my hands across the smooth material and up between my legs to tickle my balls.

After a while, some people stared at me quite openly. This helped in the sense that being watched made me harder and the harder I got, the more clearly my cock was outlined in my Speedo. I stroked my cock from base to tip, and then tickled my balls, over and over. Jennifer often reminded me not to cum. By the time we were ready to go to lunch, the front of my suit was soaked in pre-cum. We returned to our room to change for lunch. By the time we got there, I had shrunk, but pre-cum still leaked copiously from my cock.

She dressed in a sundress with nothing on underneath. She only let me put on a tee shirt, which left me barely dressed below the waist. I begged her to get me off or to let me masturbate, but she only laughed and said no. There would be plenty of time for that she assured me. We ate at a table on the lawn. The waiter left our tray and she had me feed her. I had to stand to do so, and my cock hung right next to her head. She would occasionally tickle my balls, which made me squirm and her giggle. As we had coffee, she told me that she had signed me up for that afternoon's activity: the Do It Yourself Challenge. My heart dropped while my cock rose up.

The contest was held in the same place as the wet tee shirt competition. There was a small stage with a stool, a vibrator, and a bottle of lotion in front of a large time clock. The MC explained the rules: each contestant was going to be played with by the person of their choice from the audience and try to go as long as possible without cumming. The stroker for the person who comes first gets a bottle of expensive wine and the contestant who cums last also gets a bottle.

There were three girls and two guys, including myself, in the contest. The contestants lined up at the front of the room where there was also a large timer. The audience was grouped in a semicircle, facing the stage. 

The first girl chose the man she had come with to be her stroker. They went to the stage and she dropped her skirt and panties. The stroker went behind her and rubbed her tits. The clock started. He quickly dropped his hand to her pussy and began to rub in small circles. His fingers went into her and began to stroke her G spot, fast and firm. When she came, she doubled over at the waist and pushed her legs together.

The first guy went next. He also chose his girlfriend to stroke him and she joined him on the stage. She turned him sideways to the audience and pulled his pants down to his knees. His hard- on arched up from beneath his shirt. She began rubbing his balls and stroking his cock. Fingertips tickling his balls and a fist pumping up and down his shaft. She gave an extra twist on the head when she reached the top and he grimaced in pleasure when she did that. Before two minutes were up on the clock, ropes of cum shot out of the top of his cock. He groaned in defeat and pleasure. She stroked him until he danced on the stage, squealing and backing away, even though the clock had stopped.

I was doing that too, in my blue panties. Because of the cloth, I used my fingernails on the shaft and shook my balls. Electric sensations rise up out of my crotch. I cannot get enough through the cloth but I don't let myself reach beneath it. I would cum too fast.

It was the second girl's turn. She stepped up onto the stage and her man joined her as her stroker. It wasn't clear exactly what he did, but his effect on the girl was nothing less than extraordinary. She wore a conservative dress and plain shoes. He went behind her, his arm encircling her waist. As the clock started, he shoved his hand beneath her skirt. No one could see what he was doing but she gasped, writhed against him and then orgasmed so strongly that she bucked and screamed, her entire body thrusting in spasms. In less than a minute, she was limp in his arms and he removed his hand from under her skirt. He had to help her from the stage.

And then it was my turn. The MC motioned me up onto the stage and told me to select my stroker. I went to Jennifer and stood before her in my tee shirt and Speedo. I was astonished when she smiled and shook her head no. I had to choose someone else. What was really embarrassing was that my cock sprang into fullness as Jennifer smiled at me. Everyone could easily see how turned on I was. There was a woman in a short brown skirt and a tight top sitting close to the stage. I went to stand in front of her, my hardon straining against the material of my Speedo. I asked her if she would stoke me and she said she would.

We went back up onto the stage. She told me to take of my shirt. When it was on the floor, she held out her hand as though demanding my Speedo. My face burning with the embarrassment at being so exposed in public. So many eyes on my body made me want to cringe and try to hide, but I did not. I slid it down and my cock popped out, curving into space. She turned me to the side and knelt. I had no idea what she was going to do, but I knew I was going to let her do it. I could only see one side of the stage but she could see the entire audience. They saw me in silhouette. 

I did not know her name but she reached up and cupped my balls in her hand. She handed me some of the lotion and I squirted it all over my cock. In a stroke or two, her hand slid smoothly over my skin. Once to my head and slowly back down. Gentler hold, barely glancing against my skin. Up and down and up and down and up. Then I tight twist around the tip. I gasped and a titter ran through the audience. My back arched and she began to just hold me and then tighten and loosen her grip. A rhythm was beginning to build at the base of my cock. Suddenly sliding her grip again, up and down, giving a little twist around the tip. The she tickled my balls with her other hand. I started to squirm. That electricity mounted the rhythm and fell into step together as her hand moved up and down. Then it was there. The first spark and flash of orgasm, up, again, stronger, down. The edge and I was soon over it, my cock exploding in streams and screams, cum dripping from her hand. She did not stop stroking, only slowed, and the orgasm almost fired again. I gasped loudly and then she let go.

I had forgotten about where I was: the audience, the clock and Jennifer, giggling and staring. My stroker stood, kissed me on the cheek, and returned to her seat. I was left standing on the stage with my clothes in a heap at my feet. I put on the shirt, but the thought of stuffing my still hard cock into the restraints of the Speedo in front of everyone was too much. So, suit in hand, I went to join the other contestants. They had all dressed again, and I stood with them, my cock slowly shrinking back down. Finally I was soft and shrunken enough so I could get my Speedo back on. 

At this point, my cock streams pre-cum, staining the front of my panties. In order to postpone the inevitable end as much as possible. I take my cock and pull on my balls. They have shrunk up but I can ease them back down. Once I can pull them down a bit, I take a soft cloth string and time my balls by wrapping the cloth around and around until my balls can't shrink up again. This makes it harder to cum. I went back to the dream.

The last contestant got to the stage just as I got my suit back in place. She was dressed in jeans and a tight tee shirt. It was obvious that she did not wear a bra and that she was excited, her nipples pointing out through her shirt. When the MC told her to select her stroker, she did not look towards the fellow she had come in with. Instead, she dropped her jeans and whipped off her shirt. No panties either, so she was completely naked. There were cheers. She crossed into the audience and made her way down one of the narrow aisles between the rows of seats. Hands rose up to touch her, a fingertip, a palm, her leg, her side, her ass. She stopped and asked a woman to stroke her, but she refused. The woman went down a row of seats, and as she passed by, her naked pussy moved basically in the face of everyone in the row, one at a time. Unfortunately for those at the end of the row, she stopped in front of another woman, naked and exposed up close, she asked if she would be her stroker. This time she got a yes. The two women walked down to the stage, one naked and one dressed. The naked woman faced the crowd and her stroker went behind.

The clock began to tick and the stroker went to work. She reached up and gently cupped the woman's breasts, tweaked her breasts and sliding one hand down across her belly to finally end up holding her pussy. She rubbed slowly while the naked woman began to breathe harder. Then the stroker kissed her on the back of the neck, the ear, the hairline. The stroker rubbed even harder. The woman turned around to face her stroker, one hand on her breast and one between her legs. They leaned together into a long kiss. By the time they broke apart, it was clear that neither of them was aware of where they were. The stroker shucked her dress and stood only in white panties. The woman pulled these down and returned the caresses, stroke for stroke, kiss for kiss. Now there were two naked women. Soon, they were on the floor, locked in an embrace, oblivious to the audience they were performing for. One of them slowly began to lick and kiss her way down the other's throat and breasts. She sucks on both nipples, getting a loud moan in return. Down her stomach and then between her legs. She went down on the woman, who was soon writhing in pleasure, then gasping and spasming in orgasm. They lay still and you could see awareness return to them. When the cheering began, one woman got up quickly, and blushing bright red, slipped on her dress and snatched up her panties before scurrying off into the crown. That left the only naked woman now. While the applause and cheering went on, she slipped back into her clothes and joined the other contestants. 

I was exhausted and we returned to the room before the winners were announced. We spent the rest of the afternoon just lazing about. I napped and Jenifer read a book. At her request, we both wore panties and tee shirts. We kept the curtains opened. After dark had fallen, we showered and dressed. Jennifer wore white, a short and flimsy dress, very short and very flimsy. It was easy to see her white lace bikini panties and the matching bra. She asked me to wear black, nothing but black. She laid out for me black panties, black drawstring trousers, and a black tee shirt. We had dinner at an outdoor table near our room.

By the time dinner is served, there is very little holding me back from cumming. Pre-cum seeps almost constantly from my cock, and each little touch, no matter how light or fleeting, brings me to the point where I don't care anymore, where I won't let go when the orgasm coils to spring up my cock. I had only been at my game for an hour or so, and I wanted it to go on much longer. So, I take some cream for sore teeth, the stuff that makes your mouth go numb, and I spread it on just the tip and underside of my cock. Within a minute, I could touch my cock and feel it, except where it mattered. I am as numb as can be. I change into some new, clean underwear, and return to the story. I keep stroking in the hope of the return of sensation.

Over dinner she wanted me to tell her one of my sexual fantasies. I explained how my fantasies were stories, sexy stories. She shifted in her chair and asked me to tell her one. And so I did. This story involved a college professor and two cute undergraduate girls. He caught them cheating on a paper, and so called them into his office. They confessed and begged for a chance to make it up to him. He said he would think about it and told them to make another appointment to see him. They came into his office the next day, and said they would do anything to get out of trouble. He told them that they were spoiled girls and needed to be spanked. He brought a chair out to the middle of the room. First, one girl, wearing a pair of blue jeans, unsnapped them and lowered them down. She then bent over the chair from behind, her hands gripping the arms of the chair but the back of it holding her ass up and fully exposed. She wore blue panties and the professor slipped a finger into the waistband and slowly lowered them down over her ass cheeks. Her pussy was also fully displayed between her legs. The other girl, still dressed, watched as the professor gazed longingly at her friend. Then ten swats, each delivered slowly and hard. Five on each cheek. The first girl had tears in her eyes by the time he was done. Sniffling, she pulled her panties back up and hoisted her jeans. Then the other girl approached the chair. She was wearing a skirt that she lifted to her waist before bending over the chair. Her panties were white. Again, the professor slid them down to her knees and took some time to admire her bent over the chair. Then the same ten strokes, five on each cheek. The second girl actually cried, and it took her a minute to gather herself enough to stand up. She just lay there, beet red, ass thrust out. Finally, she pulled her panties up and lowered her dress. By that time I got to this point in the story, I have usually cum, so the story stops.

I am indeed hard again. Jennifer laughs and says it's good to see me up. She was afraid that after the afternoon, I would have enough left. She winked and led me to the bar. This evening's entertainment was called How Far Can You Go and billed as a guy only event. We took a table and Jennifer went to talk to the MC. She told me I was all signed up. I didn't ask her what I was signed up for. Up on the stage, a 10-foot bar rested on supports at either end. The large clock was also there, with a minute hand set at five minutes; the second hand set at twelve. We had a couple of drinks while we waited. 




A Weekend with Jennifer



Finally, the MC took the stage and the show began. He called out four names, one of them mine. We went to the stage and he made us say that we were there because we wanted to be. And that we agree to accept whatever was done to us. When we agreed, he asked us to strip completely, and once we were naked, we were told to back up to the bar and hook our arms over it. Then the MC went to each volunteer, tied a rope around one wrist, then forward across the belly to the other wrist. It effectively immobilized our hands and arched our backs just a little. The lights weren't very bright and I could easily see the audience looking up at us, naked and trussed like chickens. The MC then explained that each of us was going to be masturbated for five minutes, exactly five minutes. Even if we had an orgasm, the stroking wouldn't stop. The music began, a slow and gentle song, and then we all got a huge shock.

While the fellow in my mind got a big shock, I couldn't even get a little bit of a tingle out of my numbed cock. I touched, shook, stroked: nothing.

We'd been expecting some women to do the torturous stroking, but the MC poured some lube into his hands and approached the first fellow in the line of us. His shock was clear on his face when the MC went behind him, reached under his arms and started stroking his cock. The performer demanded to be let loose and the MC reminded him of what he had said, five minutes. Pretty soon, it was clear that the performer didn't care whose hands were tickling his balls and stroking his cock. Tight in a fist, slowly up and over the top with a little twist for the tip. He hardened up pretty quickly. Even so, it took him a long time to cum, as he clearly struggled with being excited by a guy, in public, in front of an audience. It must have been four minutes or so before he cum erupted from his cock. After he stopped cumming, the stroking did not stop. As most men are, he was extremely sensitive, and the stroking soon had him gasping, shuddering, and begging for the stroking to stop. The MC didn't stop until the clock had counted down from five minutes. He left the poor fellow panting, almost hanging from the bar he was tied to.

The MC went behind the next fellow, and put out his arms in the same way. He lifted them until the second fellow could watch him rub more lube on them. The, for the next five minutes, the MC tried unsuccessfully to get him off. The man's cock just refused to cooperate. The performer just looked humiliated and blushed for all five minute.

And then it was my turn. He went behind me and I felt his arms beneath mine. I watched his hands as he poured more lube on them. Then he reached down to find me already hard. I had slowly been getting harder and harder during the previous two. Now my cock was hard, an obvious arch. And so, the MC was slow and careful not to make me cum too soon. One hand gentle cupping my balls while the other held me in a firm grip. He slowly ran his fist up my cock until he held only the tip in his hand. And then down, slowly, slowly lightly. Even so, electricity came from all over my cock as he stroked me. Soon, I was gasping in pleasure, responding to his touch. Finally, I was close to cumming and I said so, over and over. He begged me not to; he said it was going to get bad after I orgasmed; he said he wasn't going to stop stroking me. While he was begging me not to, a spurt of cum jumped out of the tip of my cock and another. By the time I had spasmed five or six times, I was done but he was not. He said I have another minute and 15 seconds to go. His hand continued to slowly but firmly slide up and down my cock, while the electricity had become overwhelming. It was sexy, it was orgasmic, but it was way too much. Each time his stroke got to the tip of my cock, I shouted out and did not stop until his hand had slipped off it again on its way down. At the end of my five minutes, I was shuddering and begging him to stop. When he stopped, the audience began to applaud and I slumped, panting forward, still tied to the bar with the other two as he went to the fourth man.

This last man really suffered. It took him about half a minute to get hard but then, after only another two minutes, he had splattered cum on the floor at his feet. The MC didn't slow at all and soon the man was in tears, begging the MC to stop. His legs convulsed every time the MC squeezed and twisted the top of his dick. Stroking the shaft made him quiver and breathe loudly through gritted teeth. By the time the five minutes were up, he had come again. That really made him shout. And he could barely whimper towards the end. Finally, the time was up and the MC thanked us all for our participation.

I gathered up my clothes and dressed as the crowd filed out. Jennifer went away for a minute while I pulled on my trousers and shirt. She reappeared and we went to the room. I was done for the day: limp, exhausted and empty. Once we were in the room, I told her I felt done. She asked me what time it was. I said it was 11:30 and she reminded me that she still had a half hour. She opened the curtain across the window and turned on a second lamp. Anyone could look in and see us clearly as fish in a bowl. There was a knock on the door, and she asked me to get it. I was surprised to find the MC standing there, but Jennifer called out that I should bring him in.

Jennifer told me that this man had given me a tremendous orgasm. She thought that I owed him a little something. I should get him off, I should give him a blowjob, I should suck on him until he came in my mouth. I don't know why, but I suddenly got very excited about doing this for Jennifer. I unbuckled his trousers and slid them down. He wasn't wearing any underwear and his cock popped out of his trousers. I licked the head into my mouth as he stood. He could spread his legs now and with better access, I went deep with his cock. One hand stroked his balls while the other held his cock at the base. I licked, sucked, stroked and sucked. Without warning, the MC stood, grabbed the back of my head, and thrust himself into my mouth. I felt the spasm flash up through his cock and spurting out into my mouth. One, two, three spurts and he was done. Caught up in the spirit of the moment, I swallowed the cum pooling on my tongue, and then showed him my open mouth so he could see what I had done. He thanked Jennifer and me before he left.

I brushed my teeth first, and waited for her in bed. As she came to me, ready for bed, we watched the clock flip from 11:59 to 0:00. Did you feel it, I asked her. Did you feel it shift back from you to me? I have lent you control and now it is back to me. I have learned a great deal about you today, and tomorrow is going to be a lot of fun. 

The Third Day

When we awoke, the sun was not shining through the curtains. Instead, it was a grey and windy day. Occasional showers of drizzle dimmed all the colors of the place. The grounds were deserted. Yet, it didn't seem lonely; it seemed cozy and warm inside. We had breakfast in the room. When it was delivered, Jennifer opened the door but she dressed first in her robe. This made me worry even more that her day yesterday undermined in some way the primary control of the hypnosis. As we ate, I planned a way to reinstate my dominance.

After we finished, I told her to kneel naked on the bed. I told her to spread her legs a bit. She repeated what I said. "I am a slut and I like being here for your pleasure. I will do whatever you tell me to. My body is yours; my will is yours. I feel good when I obey you." By the time she finished, she had slipped back into a trance. I reminded her that she enjoyed being with me, that I made her feel good. I reminded her that she was to tell me the truth in all matters sexual. I reminded her that when confronted with a choice, she was always to take the one that most embarrassed her.

Finally, some feeling and some blood is returning to my cock. I can feel it getting thicker, more sensitive. I've taken off my panties and the string. I run my ringers from base to tip and a small surge makes my cock almost hard again. Without any creams or devices, I simply run my dry finger tips up and down the length and then around the tip before tickling back down to my balls. Over and over as I return to the story.

I told her to give me her mouth, to show me that she had given her mouth to sucking me. I lay down and she snuggled up to me, with her head on my stomach. She took my balls in one hand and said that she gave her mouth to me and to my cock. She touched the tip to her closed lips and slowly slid her lips over the top of my cock. Her mouth opened slightly and some more of me slid in her mouth. Her mouth now encased my cock head and her lips pressed against my shaft. The tip of her tongue rested against my shaft, cradling it. She then took me further into her mouth, slowly, so slowly, bolts of pleasure ran through me. She continued until tip of my cock pressed against the back of her mouth. The, she pushed me passed the back of her mouth and into her throat. Her nose touched my stomach and her lips rested against my balls. And then she swallowed. Her throat muscles clamping down on and undulating over the tip of my cock sent wild pleasure everywhere I had feeling. She swallowed three times before she slowly slid off me. Panting hard, she rubbed my cock, gently.

I told her to put me in her pussy. I rolled over onto my back and she straddled me. She rose up and took me in her hand to angle me into her. Just as with her mouth, she first slid just the tip into her. She rolled her hips, swirling me around at the opening to her pussy. Then, she slowly lowered herself down on top of me. A slight hiss of pleasure came from her as she slid down. I shuddered with pleasure as I sank ever deeper into her. Finally, she had all of my ck inside of her. And then back out until only the tip was in. And back down. By her third repetition, I was well on my way to orgasms. But I pulled out of her. She groaned slightly.

I told her to put me into her ass. She blushed but she was still entranced. She left to prepare herself. I lay there thinking of what was to come. These thoughts kept me hard as can be until her return. She brought with her a tube of lube. She squirted some onto my cock and ran her hand over me until the jelly was smeared everywhere. Then she knelled down on the bed, elbows on the mattress and ass high into the air. I smeared some jelly on my fingers and prepared her. I ran my fingertip around the eye of her ass. She moaned. I put one finger in and rubbed it around. I felt her relax a bit and her ass loosened. I put in another finger and used them both to lubricate her ass. I got behind her and put the tip against her ass. I told her to ask me to fuck her in the ass, and she did. I pressed forward and the tip popped into her. She gasped. I told her to push back onto me, to impale herself on my cock. She slid backwards a bit at a time until she had all of me in her. Her ass tightened against me and I almost came. She slid forward until only my tip was in her. And then back down. During this, she gasped, moaned, and almost screamed how good it felt. She did not make three repetitions because I could not hold back. My orgasm shook all of me as my cock jumped and spurted into her ass. Her ass tightened around my cock and I felt as though she were twisting around on my cock.

Now that some feeling is returning to my cock, I slip on another air of panties. These are a sort of light pink with scalloped edges around the leg holes. They are almost too small for me but their tightness adds another level of sensation. The taunt cloth transmits touch much more effectively than lose cloth. I cup my cock and balls in my single hand and then slowly start to stroke again.

She told me that she had never had such an orgasm: her whole body gripped by the spasms of pleasure. 

She showered and I dressed. When she emerged from the shower, she only carried a towel. I told her I wanted to watch her dress. She chose black panties and I loved the way her breasts swayed as she stooped to put her feet through the leg openings. I watched her pussy snuggle into the curve of cloth as she slowly raised them up. She bent slightly at the waist to position her breasts right in her matching bra. They had a lacy edging that curved across her breasts. An almost transparent white dress hid nothing. Walking next to her, I could see all the heads turn as she walked through the room

After lunch, I told her that we weren't going to do the sponsored activity. I had a different plan. The hotel offered the services of a film crew and I had hired them to come to our room that afternoon. They'd be there in about an hour. She blushed. I told her we were going to make a blue film to remember our vacation. She laughed gently. She asked if there was a script and I told her the film was going to be of her first lesbian experience. Her nipples twisted into small but obvious points. With who? They have some actors amongst the staff here. I believe she works the telephone and computer desk in the lobby. Her name was Stacy.

The crew arrived on time and set up their lights, tripods, and microphones. There were three of them: one to do the sound and two with hand-held cameras. Stacy arrived while they were still setting up. We chatted. I explained to Jennifer that we had hired Stacy to be in this film, and she was ready to show Jennifer how to make love to a woman. Jennifer told us that she was excited, and had never done anything like this before. Finally, the Crew was ready to go. Just follow my lead, Stacy told Jennifer as they stepped in front of the cameras.

First, I will touch you. Do not move and let me touch you. Stacy put her hand on Jennifer's stomach and then slowly raised it until she was cupping her breasts. She slid behind Jennifer and cupped both of her breasts. Jennifer arched her back and moaned quietly. Stacy's hand slid down across Jennifer's pussy and then up under her skirt. Still beneath her skirt, Stacy slid her hands around to Jennifer's ass, and then raised them again to her breasts. The cameramen were slowly circling the two girls. One tended to be low and filming up while the other stood up straight.

Now you touch me Stacy said as she stepped back ad dropped her hands. Jennifer did not hesitate to put her hands on Stacy. She stood in front of her and took her breasts one in each hand. She had this sort of worshipful look on her face. She leaned in to kiss Stacy on the neck while her hands went to her ass.

Now you will undress me. Jennifer stepped back and started to unbutton Stacy's dress. The loosening buttons reveal a grey bra, decorated with lace. Stacy's tightened nipples were clearly visible. The snap was in front, Jennifer popped that with one hand, and the bra fell to the ground. Her breasts were not large but they held their shape. Her small nipples hardened even more as Jennifer took them in her fingers and twirled them on the points with her thumb and forefinger. Stacy arched her back and Jennifer's hand slid down into her panties. Stacy twisted around and they kissed with Jennifer still gently rubbing Stacy's pussy. The cameramen poised on either side now of the girls.

Stacy pulled back. Now, I will undress you. She gently undid Jennifer's dress as she also kissed her neck and shoulder. I saw Jennifer actually shiver at the feel of Stacy's tongue. The dress dropped down across her breasts, past her hips and onto the floor. They clutched into another kiss. Stacy unhooked Jennifer's bra, and they both stood only in their panties. Stacy took Jennifer to the bed and told her to do whatever she would want done to her.

You could see Jennifer give in to the hypnotic command to always choose the more embarrassing option and making love with another woman in front of three strange men clearly embarrassed her. The more she let herself go, the more embarrassing it got. So, she really got into it: moaning, writhing, pulling Stacy's head down into her pussy. Jennifer even got so into it that she licked Stacy's ass, flicking her tongue around the very opening. They fell into a sixty-nine and then rolled around until Stacy licked at Jennifer's pussy. She held it open with two fingers and the cameramen both leaned in for a close-up. One stayed to film Stacy's tongue on Jennifer's clit and the other filmed her face as waves of pleasure rolled across it. 

My favorite part was when they shared a dildo. Large and with a head at either end, they worked it into each other so that while one wiggled the other groaned. Their hands flew over their own and the other's pussies while building to an orgasm. It seemed that both women came at the same moment. Jennifer's head fell back and she screamed as the orgasm ripped through her. Stacy curled a bit and gasped out her orgasm, almost bent double over the dildo between her legs.

They both slid off the dildo and then snuggled together, sharing small kisses and caresses. The film crew packed up without paying any attention to the girls. They told me they would edit a nice copy and get it to us before we left the resort. Once they were gone, Stacy dressed and left us alone. I had a huge hard on from watching what I had just seen, but Jennifer was too worn out. So, I lay down on the bed and got myself off. Once my cock was hard and my fingers dancing gently over my shaft, Jennifer rolled over and began to watch. She smiled when the cum shot out of the tip of my cock and lay across my stomach. She licked it up.

By this time, I am getting hard again in my new panties. I tickle my balls and feel the currents of pleasure seep up my cock towards the tip. Then I tap my fingers up and down my shaft. Eventually, I play only with the tip and my balls and only through the panty.

We had tea outdoors at one of the small tables scattered around the grounds. There was a buzzer to let someone know you were there and a waiter would eventually appear. It was extraordinarily peaceful there. The space was filled with a sense of satisfaction. Physically replete and glowing from the sense of intimacy arising from having shared such a personal moment, we sipped our tea. We talked about our leaving in the morning and how much we would miss being here. The place itself seemed to embrace sexual abandon. She asked if we could spend the last evening alone somewhere, but I told her she was already signed up to be a performer this evening in the bar. I told her that she was going to ride a sybian up on the stage. We'd looked at these devices before and she wanted to try it.

She dressed carefully for the evening, knowing she was going to take it all off in front of a crowd. During dinner, neither of us spoke of what was coming up. Instead, we talked about our plans for leaving the next day. Neither of us wanted to go. And then we went to the bar.

The crowd was a pretty good size. Up on the stage were three sybians in a row and a bar in front of them to lean on. When the time came, Jennifer and two other ladies went up onto the stage and stood by a machine. The attachment was the sort that rubbed the g spot and I've heard women say they were a little afraid of it.

As the ladies slowly undressed, the MC explained the nature of the entertainment. There was a single control for all three machines. So, each lady would get the same experience. On the bar in front of them, there was a switch t turn off the machine. The one who turned off the machine last, would win. Jennifer was in the middle and the lady to her left was petite and had small breasts. The lady on the other side, however, was full sized. Not heavy, but her breasts were large and her hips wide. A hush came over the room as the three contestants applied some lube and climbed up on the sybian. Jennifer got this odd look of satisfaction as the device slid into her.