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James: Mr. Nude International

By: doubledigit



James was beside himself with excitement. He could feel his ejaculation approaching. His girlfriend Kristy had called a few minutes earlier to say that she was on her way home and would be there in about ten minutes. James had asked her to call again when she was pulling into the apartment complex parking lot. James had a surprise waiting for Kristy. 

Finally the call came; she was entering the parking lot. That meant she would be inside the apartment in a minute or two. That was all the time he needed.

James was naked - no surprise in that. James was beating his massive meat - no surprise in that; his massive cock was now at its 14 inch maximum state of full erectness.

James had reached the point in his masturbation where he could sense that he had crossed the threshold, and he could ejaculate within seconds. All it would take was a few hard jerks. But he eased up and stroked gently, the better to delay his orgasm. Years of prolonged masturbation had given him pretty good control over his monster dick.

Suddenly he could hear Kristy turning the key to the door lock. James' body tingled with expectation, and he began to stroke himself more vigorously. He was almost there...ah...ah...

Kristy opened the door. James had timed it perfectly. He began to convulse and spasm and a massive output of semen began to spray out of his giant cock-head, right on to Kristy's clothes. One spasm...two...three...more and more streams of warm sticky love juice began to drench his girlfriend Kristy.

James' surprise worked better than expected. Kristy was completely shocked. For a moment she had no idea what was going on. But she quickly figured it out and stood there in acceptance of James' declaration of love.

After six months together, Kristy and James' sex life was still strong. Not wanting to let jadedness seep in, Kristy was determined to keep things fresh. After all, James wasn't just another boyfriend. He was gentle and caring and considerate. He was good looking with a trim and fit body. And one more thing; his cock was 9 inches when it was soft and 14 inches when fully boned. And Kristy did everything in her power to keep him in a state of erectness, at least when they were at home. It was a game to her.

They had fairly regular sex rituals. James always woke up with morning wood and Kristy had trained him to jerk off for her viewing pleasure, although he didn't need much prodding, seeing that James loved to beat his meat. Years of acute shyness had fuelled that anomaly. But Kristy had managed to convince James that his masturbation was for her pleasure, not his, and that really turned him. He loved masturbating for his darling Kristy, and she loved seeing his penis rise to its 14 inch splendor before sputtering and twitching and exploding into an eruption of white rain, as she sometimes referred to his mammoth spurts. She had to change the bed sheets quite regularly, but it was worth it. After ejaculation they would hop into the shower together and Kristy would soap his body all over, giving special attention to the shrunken member, if you could call 9 inches shrunken. Kristy's hands were like magic to James, and he would usually get hard again in a matter of seconds. Kristy would then bring James to a second ejaculation, either by hand or by mouth, depending on her mood. She was fairly confident that this would be enough release for James to get through the day without temptation. In the evening Kristy would playfully manhandle his organ for over an hour while they watched television, alternately increasing and decreasing her stimulation to make sure that James didn't reach orgasm too soon. But once it was time, James would spurt mercilessly, emitting wave after wave of cum that left him totally drained and gasping for breath. Kristy got satisfaction in knowing that she had pleased her man; for her, that was enough.

Kristy was fully aware of James' quirks and fetishes. She knew that James loved the sight of female panties, or at least when they were accidentally peeking out from under a short skirt. James had once told Kristy about the arousal he got from watching an old television show, The Brady Bunch, as the female lead characters wore the tiniest of miniskirts and sometimes they would sit down and the camera would catch a peek of their panties, and the director left the scene intact! And even when there was no up-skirt shot, there was always the potential of one, because in almost every episode there were plenty of miniskirts on parade. Kristy has discovered that there was a website devoted to this very topic, and for a small fee she was able to download the shows that featured the up-skirts and burn them onto a DVD.

For James' birthday Kristy sat him down on the couch, naked of course, and began to play the disc. James immediately knew what she had done, as he had seen the episodes multiple times, and his penis got so excited that within minutes he had shot his load, even before the up-skirt scene had appeared. Kristy didn't think that James had ever made it to the end of an episode without ejaculating. Try as she might, this was one turn-on that was so powerful it was beyond her control. 

James was a police officer for the Los Angeles Police Department. A year earlier he had been assigned to the Vice Squad. In that time the squad had been very successful, acquiring a good reputation and, because of that, when the LAPD decided to form an elite branch of the Vice Squad, James was selected to participate. Squad members were selected from units stationed all over the city, and James had been the only one from his division who had been chosen. The elite squad would tackle assignments that were slightly out of the ordinary, sensitive matters which required tact, and would be used when regular officers could not be deployed, for whatever the reason might be. Their specialty was infiltration. The squad was currently comprised of five members, including James; two men and three women in all. 

However, the powers above learned that two of the females in the squad were lesbians - not that there was anything wrong in that - but it had adversely impacted the dynamics of the team, so one of the woman had been re-assigned and James' former partner from the Vice Squad, Lisa Podolski was asked to join. Lisa was shapely, had a round full butt which she liked to show off by wearing of tight skirts, beautifully formed natural breasts, and was perky and sultry at the same time, with long wavy dark hair that would tempt the fidelity of any sane man. But Lisa complimented the squad nicely, as the two remaining women, although extremely competent and reasonably attractive, were not voluptuously attractive, and there might be times when an undercover assignment would require the participation of a drop-dead, gorgeous woman. The Captain of the squad was a long-time police veteran named Gloria Mathers, a fiftyish aged woman who was known for getting the most out of her officers. Today she had convened a meeting in her office.

In addition to James and Lisa there was Don Watkins. He was virile and handsome and was known as a womanizer; in fact, he was rumored to have had many romantic conquests within the Police Department. In the penis department Don was average, he topped out at around 7 inches. Don's good-looks however, were like catnip to women, and he had earned both the admiration and jealousy from many of the department's male officers for his numerous liaisons.

A fourth member of the squad was Kelly Gaines. She was tall and blonde and athletic; she had played soccer 

during her college years, and although her fitness, height, and blondness was, on the surface, alluring, she wasn't very feminine. She and make-up appeared to be strangers, and she dressed more for comfort than for style. Although she sometimes wore skirts, they were not short enough to get James' attention, much to his chagrin. There was nothing wrong with Kelly that a stylist and a makeover couldn't cure. She was bi-sexual, allegedly, preferring women to men, so it was rumored. 

Fiona Barnes was a fiery red-head, and there was no doubt about her sexual preference; she was clearly a lesbian. She was the one that they had kept, when it was decided to reassign one of the squad's lesbians. She wore her hair short, in a man's style, dressed like a man, and came across as someone who would play the male role in whatever relationship she pursued. Fiona was very personable, and she and James got on nicely. One time an attractive woman passed by and James had turned his head instinctively to watch. So too did Fiona, and they exchanged mutual fantasies about what they would do with the woman, given half a chance. A friendship was born.

"People, let's settle down," Gloria Mathers instructed. "We have a lot of ground to cover." James had been the last person to enter the room. There were three people there whom he did not recognize, and as there were not enough chairs for everyone, he stood at the back of the room.

"I'd like to introduce Elena Ludikova. Lieutenant Ludikova is from the Moscow branch of the Russian police's most elite Intelligence unit, the Federal Security Service, otherwise known as the FSB. She is here on special assignment, and we will be working with her and her team."

Lieutenant Ludikova stood up to address the room. Elena Ludikova was about thirty years old with curly, light brown hair and a perfect figure. She was dressed conservatively in a cream colored business suit with a red blouse. Her styling and taste was impeccable, and she looked very westernized. Moreover, she spoke fluent English, as James soon discovered. As she spoke James sized up the other two newcomers. There was a man, also about thirty, dressed casually in a polo shirt and blue jeans. The first thing James noticed was that he was very muscular; even while sitting down he looked ripped. His biceps bulged from out of the short sleeves of his polo shirt. He also had long, blonde flowing hair that reached down almost to his shoulders. Lisa Podolski was giving him a good look-over as well. His name was Bruno, and he was from the same outfit as Elena. 

The third person sat quietly in the corner, in a chair that was furthest away from everyone else. She looked young, very young, perhaps twenty-two or twenty-three, James thought, and she also appeared to be a little out of place with her more cosmopolitan associates. She was wearing an official looking policewoman's uniform, if you could call it that. She had on brown leather boots that reached up almost to her knees, a dark brown skirt, and a light brown or tan blouse, which was covered with police insignias, decorations and piping. She also wore a standard-issue police hat, similar in style to those worn by fighter pilots in the 1940's. Her straight blonde hair, cut short, peeped out from under her hat, extended a little less than halfway down to her shoulders. The very bottom tip of her hair had a slight outward curl. It was hard to tell how attractive she might be, mainly because her hat covered much of her face, but the slight outward curl of her short blond hair as it fell below her ears seemed to be a source of her cuteness. 

But the hell with her hair, what got James' attention was that her brown police skirt was short, incredibly short. It barely covered her crotch. Evan from James' viewpoint at the back of the room, he was captivated by her milky white thighs. She was sitting straight back in her chair with her legs knees together. James assumed she sat that way in order to keep her panties from being exposed. He had convinced himself that there was no other way a woman could sit down in that short skirt without her panties showing. If only James was facing her, he sighed. The woman was introduced as Special Agent Olga Ekaterina Danilova, of the Russian Main Intelligence Directorate, which was the successor to the former KGB. Her branch took on duties similar to those of the US Treasury Department and Secret Service, in terms of job responsibilities. 

It seemed that someone had stolen a diamond, a very valuable diamond that had once belonged to the Russian royal family. Russian Intelligence had received a tip that the diamond was now in Los Angeles, and that it was going to be handed over to someone during a high profile social event that was due to take place the day after tomorrow in Los Angeles. 

"The theft was not publicized, for political reasons," said Elena, "so it is likely that the person who stole the jewel is not aware that we are pursuing him. Hopefully he will get careless, which will work to our advantage."

Captain Mathers then spoke. "The Revlon Corporation is sponsoring a fundraiser for breast cancer research, which is taking place at someone's estate in Bel Air. There will be a fashion show, a beauty contest, and a lot of rich Beverly Hills patrons."

"Where do we fit in," asked Don?

Captain Mathers continued. "We don't want uniformed officers there because it would scare off whoever is going to be making the exchange. We want the exchange to take place; this way we hope to catch the thief."

"Why us, why not use regular undercover officers," Don asked again? 

Elena answered: "I have been told that your squad specializes in working undercover and infiltration. You will fit in better than regular undercover officers. You live the part, so I'm told. We want as little publicity as possible."

Captain Mathers beamed. "We can infiltrate the event without anyone giving us a second look. That's what we do best. We...I mean you, will be invisible while actually working, or participating in the event. This job is so sensitive and so important...the brass wants no screw-ups."

Elena began to brief everyone on the particulars. James was half listening, half staring at Olga's thighs, when the subject of the beauty contest came up. 

"It is called Mister Nude International," said the Captain. "Men recruited from all over the world will be taking part. Women in the audience will bid for the men...no, it's not what you think. Mister Nude International is in fact a company that is a subsidiary of Revlon. They hold events like this all over the country, all over the world, actually. It's very professional. The women aren't going to use you as their slaves or anything like that, they're just going to pledge money based on how much they appreciate what they see. It's all very innocent."

Captain Mathers could detect a seed of doubt on the faces of James and Don, so she felt the need to remind them of their job. "It's not like you haven't done this sort of thing before. We pride ourselves on doing whatever it takes to get the job done. This is an incredibly high-profile crime. We must prevent the diamond transfer from taking place.

It was Kelly's turn to speak up. "Where do we fit in?"

"You and Podolski and Barnes will serve as escorts during the competition. We have gotten you credentials and you will have access over the entire grounds. You only have one a=official duty, and that is to walk the men down the catwalk and then stand off to the side. Once the men are all on stage you'll have the freedom to roam. Nobody will think of you as police."

"Nor the contestants either," interjected Lisa, trying to stifle a giggle. The Captain glared at her until she lowered her head.

"It is a perfect cover," agreed Elena. "But I must tell you that we believe that the thief is one of the contestants. And we have no idea who his contact may be."

It's not much to go on," said Don. 

"It's all we got," said the Captain.

James had been staring at Olga's thighs for a while. She must have sensed it, for she suddenly turned her head and glared at James intensely with penetrating effect. James quickly averted his eyes. Olga's glare was enough to give the faint-of-heart a fear of death. James decided that it was time for him to speak, making it appear that he was paying attention rather than obsessing over Olga's short skirt.

"If Mister Nude International is a corporation, how will we get selected to be in the event?"

"Good question. They select their contestants based on their looks, their bodies and their confidence," said the Captain. "A confident man will appeal to the ladies who will be pledging. They are all very successful women, obviously, with lots of money. And even one of them could be the thief's contact." 

"Interviews are being held tomorrow," said Lieutenant Ludikova, "and though there is no guarantee that you will be chosen, we are here now to determine the possibility. Bruno has been selected to work with me on this assignment mainly because we feel certain that he has the physical requirements required, as well as projecting confidence in his appearance, which should resonate with the ladies, most of whom we expect to be middle aged. Nobody will doubt that he has been chosen for any other reason." Elena turned to Bruno. "Please show us why we feel that you will be selected for the competition."

At that Bruno stood up and removed his polo shirt. There was an audible gasp from Lisa and Kelly, and even Gloria Mathers took notice. With his long blond hair and devil-may-care attitude, Bruno could pass for a punk surfer, albeit one with a serious weightlifting fetish.

"Is that the only reason why he has been chosen," Lisa teased?'

Bruno did not need any more hints. Before anyone could say anything or object he dropped his jeans, stepped out of his underwear briefs and stood there completely naked, oozing confidence. This time there were louder gasps. Elena smiled slightly with the look of someone who was thinking, 'I told you so'. Olga remained stoic, unmoved by it all, in the corner of the room.

"As you can see," Elena said, "Bruno's muscles are perfectly proportioned. It has taken years of work, but each muscle is the perfect size and shape for his body." Bruno flexed his biceps, without any apparent shame. And why shouldn't he? It looked like he was chiseled in granite. Any man would be proud to show off a body like his, even his penis, which was clearly larger than a normal sized penis, even if not gargantuan sized. Lisa stood up. "Is it okay if I touch them," she asked, and before Bruno could answer, Lisa was gripping his powerful arm with both hands. "These muscles are hard," she said with glee, looking over at Kelly and Fiona for affirmation.

"Are all your muscles hard like that," Kelly teased? She too stood up and grabbed Bruno's other arm.

Bruno sensed what Kelly was referring to, because he looked down at his cock and smiled and said, "all my muscles are perfectly proportioned for my body, even my love muscle." How his penis remained soft under these conditions James could only wonder, but it did. He was packing a decent sized member. James guessed that it was hanging at about 7-8 inches, and a quick calculation made him think that it would max out to about 9 or 10 inches when erect. And indeed, it was a perfectly sized and perfectly shaped penis for his body type. It didn't look like Bruno was circumcised, although James could not tell for certain, because his foreskin did not completely cover his cock-head, and the tip of it was visible, sticking out a little, like the top of a tiny globe. It was actually kind of cute looking. James, who was a connoisseur of penises, was impressed. 

"I believe that Bruno will have no problem being selected," beamed Kelly.

Captain Mathers cleared her throat. "I want to remind everyone that we are professionals, working on a very sensitive mission. Gaines, you can sit down now...and you too Podolski."

Don Watkins watched events unfolding with mixed feelings. A notorious womanizer, he relied on his handsome good looks to attract women. While he had a good body, it wasn't much when compared to Bruno's. Don's penis had been good to him. It always got hard when he needed it too, and it had never let him down. But Bruno's naked physique was a little intimidating. Don knew that his own love muscle, while not shabby, was no match for Bruno's, if indeed that mattered. On the other hand, the thought of getting naked tantalized him. It might find him more recruits for riding the Don Watkins love train.


James: Mr. Nude International Pt. 02



Right on the beach in Santa Monica is a five star luxury hotel, and this was where they all met for dinner. Lisa looked stunning as usual, her tight skirt showing off all of her curves, and James was wowed when Kelly showed up wearing lipstick, eye liner and a reasonably sexy dress of modest length. This was a new Kelly, and James definitely approved. The three of them were sitting at the bar waiting for the others to arrive. Don showed up looking dapper as always in a designer suit. He had shaken off the sting of Olga's boot, and after the women excused themselves to go into the ladies room, he let James in on a secret.

"After the meeting broke up," he said, "Elena and I spoke for a while. She ain't bad. I think we hit if off pretty good. I'm telling ya, I think I'm gonna hit on that before we're through. Getting kicked in the nuts was the best thing that ever happened to me."

"I doubt it, said James."

"No, seriously", said Don in earnest. "That was my ticket to Elena."

"We'll see."

"Did you know," said Don, "that there's a lot more to Mister Nude International than what she let on during the meeting."

"Such as?"

"Such as their motto is double digits."

"What...what does that mean," asked James?

"It means," replied Don, "that your dick has to be 10 inches or more."

"That's crazy...that would eliminate everybody."

"Not soft, dum-dum. I mean 10 inches hard."

James was getting a sinking feeling. "How do they find that out," he wondered, although he kind of already knew the answer.

"Use your imagination," said Don, with a laugh. "Elena told me this because she knew that I wasn't 10 inches, and she didn't want to say anything in front of everybody else, especially since the Captain is such...you know... a prude." 

"So she turned you over to Olga? Man, I think I'd rather be told that I didn't measure up than get a kick in the balls...although, I must confess, if I was going to get a kick in the balls, Olga would be my first choice."

"You mean last choice, don't you?" Don laughed. "She's a pro. I don't think this was the first time she had done that. Believe me, it hurt. But it might have been worth it, if it gets me in with Elena."

The conversation ended abruptly with the arrival of Elena, Bruno and Olga. Elena was wearing a black, chic cocktail dress and looked good enough for Don to shower her with compliments. Bruno had changed into a sport jacket and collared shirt, which still did little to hide his muscular frame, and Olga...well, let's just say that Special Agent Olga Ekaterina Danilova, of the Russian Main Intelligence Directorate, marked the formality of the occasion by adding a men's necktie to her ensemble; a black necktie with an small insignia of some sort, probably one that identified her unit. She carried her hat in her hands, and for the first time and James got a good look at her face. It was that classic Slavic look, with slightly angular features, and Olga's short and otherwise straight blond hair was still curled outward at the bottom. James wondered whether those curls were natural or not, but either way, it made her look cuter. Olga was terminally cute, James had decided.

Yes, James was smitten, and it wasn't just the ridiculously short skirt that she wore, teasing and tantalizing his senses, driving him crazy with desire. The skirt was what initiated his infatuation, but it was the whole package that now drove him onward. Olga had a childlike innocence about her, but she combined it with a will of steel. An unusual combination, and one that James found very appealing. How he'd like to come under her spell, perhaps a little interrogation, all done in fun of course. Behind Olga's childlike innocence lay a dominatrix, James imagined, as it was not lost on him that at a relatively young age she had been chosen for a high-profile and sensitive assignment. That meant that she must be very good at her job. But she was forbidden fruit, as far as James was concerned, and so he resigned himself to a consolation prize. He had to have a glimpse of her panties. It was beginning to consume him. That would give him fresh jack-off material. Everyone else could have the goal of catching the jewel thief; James would be satisfied with seeing her panties. While James was reconciling all this in his head he was also painfully aware that Mr. Penis was starting to enlarge. Time to stop thinking about Olga, he thought. 

Fiona arrived and they all went into the hotel's restaurant for dinner. Several bottles of wine were ordered, and by the time dinner was over they were in good spirits and they decided to go to a nightclub that was also located inside the hotel. Don ordered a bottle of Stolichnaya for their table and poured shots for everyone.

Olga drained her shot in one gulp. "Vodka!" she exclaimed, slamming her glass down on the table. It dawned on James that she had not spoken since he had met her, until now. Oh well, she didn't have to talk, as long as she kept wearing those ridiculously short skirts. 

James found himself gazing in her direction at every opportunity, hopefully undetected, on the assumption that alcohol would have lowered her guard. Olga had found a kindred spirit, and she was now engaged in conversation with Kelly, parts of which James could hear. Her broken English sounded terribly romantic to James, who was no longer thinking reasonably. With each passing minute James' desire increased. It wasn't long until Mr. Penis, who had been relatively quiet during dinner, had begun to stir again. Olga had unbuttoned the top button of her shirt and loosened her tie. Whatever Kelly had been saying to her, it got Olga to smile and relax. So she was human, after all. James's attraction was beginning to turn into lust, and he was slowly, but inexorably, consumed by a desire so powerful that the restrictive confinements of his clothes were rubbing against his cock, making it erect. It got so bad that James could not even stand up without attracting attention to his huge bulge. James also knew that if wasn't careful he might have a terribly embarrassing accident right there at the table. He felt a strong urge to relieve the stress on his giant cock, which was begging to be unfurled. 

Thinking fast, James excused himself and went into the bathroom. He entered a stall, lowered his pants and began to stroke himself hard and fast. He didn't want to spend too much time in there, as that might look awkward, so style points didn't count. He just jerked in a quick, rhythmic motion, and about three of four minutes later a stream of semen was spurting down into the toilet bowl. James muffled his grunts of pleasure as best he could, and with the quiet satisfaction of having handled a tricky situation with discretion, he rejoined the party. Mr. Penis was sated, for now.

The table was empty except for Fiona when James returned. Don and Elena had been the first to get up to dance. Lisa figured that she better get Bruno on to the dance floor before Kelly did, and so they quickly followed. Kelly, however, had other things on her mind. She had asked Olga to dance, and the sight of the two of them on the dance floor whipped James into a frenzy. Olga had taken her hat and placed it on Kelly's head, who was wearing it backwards. Everyone on the dance floor gave them a lot of space, probably because Olga's uniform was a little intimidating. James was focused on the bottom of her short brown skirt, hoping and praying that it would rise up a little, just a little, just enough to satisfy his cravings, just enough to satisfy his burgeoning desire.

"You like her, don't you," said Fiona.

James was resting his chin on his elbow. "Man, I'd give anything just to peek under that skirt."

"Me too," said Fiona.

James turned to look at her. "Really?"

"Yeah," said Fiona. "She's hot."

"I think you might have a better chance than me," he replied, seeing how well Olga and Kelly appeared to be getting on.

"Oh, don't be fooled by that."

"What do you mean?"

"Olga prefers men."

"How do you know?"

"I can tell," replied Fiona. "Trust me. If she was a lesbian, I'd be the first to know it. If Kelly thinks she'll get beyond first base with Olga she'll be disappointed. But there's something odd about Olga. I can't quite put my finger on it. Elena is obviously the brains of the operation, and Bruno is the muscle. But Olga...I can't quite figure out how she fits in...unless..."

"Unless what?"

"Unless her job is to keep tabs on Elena and Bruno."

"You think?"

"I don't know," Fiona answered. Olga is a tough nut. She's hard core. I heard Elena tell Don that at the airport Olga's luggage was searched by Customs, and she had five or six uniforms in her suitcase...no other clothes, just uniforms! And another thing, did you notice that when she kicked Donny in the balls she simply walked away afterwards. She showed no emotion. She was so nonchalant about the whole thing...I don't know...it just makes me think."

"I'd love to tame that wild beast," James mused.

It was around eleven when they decided to call it a night. Don offered to give Elena a ride, who accepted, even though there was a limousine at her disposal waiting outside, so it was fairly obvious that the two of them were going to hook up. Don was right, James thought to himself. He's a smooth operator. 

Don was the only one who had driven his own car to the restaurant. Kelly, Lisa and James took taxis, as they correctly assumed that they might end up too drunk to drive home. Bruno offered to give everyone a ride in the limo, and they all agreed, except Fiona, who lived walking distance from the hotel and said that she preferred to walk home and clear her head.

They piled into the limousine. James held the door as Kelly and Olga stepped in first. Lisa gave James a semi-playful elbow to the chest when she saw that James was eyeballing Olga as she lowered herself into the vehicle. Damn, thought James, still no up-skirt. The limo had two rows of seats in the back that faced each other. James had been hoping to sit directly opposite Olga, for obvious reasons, but that prime spot was already occupied by Bruno by the James entered. Lucky bastard, James thought. James lived in West Los Angeles, only about two miles from where they now were, so they headed to his address first.

Kristy, meanwhile, had a busy day herself. After seeing the circle jerk video at the bathhouse, she had asked Ms. Duncan about how to buy videos like that. Ms. Duncan had turned her on to a website that specialized in those types of videos. James sounded a little dubious when she mentioned it to him.

"Think of it this way," she said. "Let's say you're making a gay video and you're shooting a scene where a guy masturbates. The usual way to shoot it would be to focus on the guy lying in bed...standing up...whatever, but he'd be alone in the room and the camera would focus just on him and his penis. Now that sort of video would appeal to a gay man but not a straight. Now imagine this. You take that same guy jerking off, but this time you surround him with several women who talk dirty and give encouragement to him while he beats his meat. And the women are all beautiful of course, and they are dressed very sexy." Kristy had her hand wrapped around James' penis while she was telling this this, during one of their nightly stroking sessions, and knowing her man as she did, she decided to up the ante. "Now the women of course are wearing short skirts and they accidentally flash their panties to the camera while the guy jerks." James' cock stiffened noticeable as she got to that part and Kristy smiled to herself. "And when the guy shoots, the women could even applaud or something. Now a video like that would appeal to both gay and straight men, right? I mean, you'd watch that, wouldn't you?" 

"Watch it? I'd star in it!"

Kristy had browsed through the website's online catalogue and ordered several videos, which arrived today, the day James and his squad were entertaining their Russian colleagues.

Kristy had just inserted one of the videos into her DVD player when she heard James enter through the front door.

The limousine arrived at James' apartment building. "Aren't you going to offer us a nightcap," asked Lisa? She still had designs on Bruno and was hoping to extend the night a little longer.

"Sure, come on up," James said, hoping that Kristy wouldn't be offended. "I think I only have beer, and maybe a bottle of wine."

"Beer...good," said Bruno, and that settled it.

Seeing that James had arrived with a crowd, Kristy got up from the couch and went over to where they had congregated. Introductions were made, and James went into the kitchen to get the beer. 

The video Kristy had been planning to watch began to start. Four men, extremely muscular, slowly walked into a room and stood on a makeshift stage. They were naked, and their penises ranged from large to enormous. There were about a dozen women sitting in the room in front of the stage.

Nobody in the room was paying much attention to the video, as James had returned with beer, and they were all busy in conversation. Olga happened to glance over at the television monitor and saw what was playing. Without saying a word to anyone, she walked over and sat down on the couch and watched the television monitor, enthralled. Four women in the crowd had walked up onto the makeshift stage and stood over the men as they began to do push-ups on the floor. The women then sat side-saddle on each man's back, and the naked, muscle bound men with the large cocks continued their push-ups with the women sitting on them. Olga was completely absorbed and transfixed by the video. 

Bruno happened to glance over while the men were doing push-ups. "Ah, that is nothing," he sneered. He removed his shirt and began to do push-ups. "Come," he said, pointing to Lisa, "sit on me."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," said Kristy, ever the devious one. "Anyone can do push-ups like that when they have their pants on. The hard part is doing it when you're naked."

Bruno didn't need much provocation, so he quickly stripped down to nothing. Most of the ladies in the room were already used to seeing him naked, but now they were tipsy drunk, and that changed the dynamic. There were catcalls and whoops from Lisa and Kelly, and Kristy could feel her panties getting damp. Bruno was built like a work of art, and his penis wasn't half-bad either. She eyeballed Bruno's naked body from head to toe. He should have been in the video, she thought. Bruno's cock wasn't as flaccid as it had been when they were inside Captain Mathers' office. It wasn't rock hard, but it was definitely in a slightly agitated state. Kristy guessed that it was close to 9 inches, and who knew how much bigger it might get? She wouldn't mind finding out.

Olga had not even bothered to look up at Bruno. Her eyes had remained riveted to the television. She showed no emotion, but her eyes seemed to get wider and wider at the images that were unfolding on the screen.

Now the men in the video stood and picked up the women up who had been sitting on their backs and began lifting them over their heads, like they were barbell weights.

"No problem," roared Bruno. Even before he had done one push-up he had put one arm around Lisa's back, another behind her legs, and lifted her up into the air, and before she knew what hit her, before she could modestly reposition her skirt, Bruno had hoisted her above her head, just like the men in the video were doing.

"See...easy," Bruno said, beaming. Lisa was laughing, oblivious to the fact that her skirt had ridden up and her panties were exposed. James had already seen her in her underwear at the bathhouse, and Lisa had already seen James naked, so this did not seem like a big deal to her. But James wasn't even paying attention to her. He was now fixated on the television monitor too. Four young boys, also naked, had walked on to the makeshift stage. They looked very, very young, like high school age, but the video disclaimer had stated that all participants were eighteen years of age or older. Their penises looked like college aged penises, so perhaps the boys were just young looking. They stood and watch as the men lifted the girls up and down over their heads. The boys were all holding towels. The muscles of the weightlifters strained under the weight of the women, and their penises were flopping about, naturally, to the unnatural movements of their upper bodies. The young boys were gently stroking their own cocks as the muscle men kept lifting the women, and they were all in stages of semi-erectness. If Olga was getting turned-on by this she was keeping it well-hidden. However, the fact that she was riveted to the monitor spoke volumes.

"What about James," teased Kelly? "We can't let Bruno do this by himself."

Kristy was loving this. "James, you've been challenged. You're not going to back down, are you?" She would like nothing more than for these women to see how hung her boyfriend was. He might not be able to match Bruno in the muscle department, but in the penis department...well, that was a whole other matter.

The hell with it, James thought. He was drunk enough to that getting naked alongside Bruno wouldn't faze him. He had already been seen naked at the Captain's office. The only problem he foresaw was that Mr. Penis had been aroused by the video. And Olga, what if she saw him with a boner, a 14 inch one at that? Kristy might not approve, but then again, she was the one who suggested that he get naked. How was she to know how much James desired Olga? 

Weighing the pros and cons of the situation, whatever embarrassment James might feel as a result of an erection, the situation in the room was starting to get out of control, what with the alcohol, the video, Bruno's nakedness and semi-hard cock, so having an erection probably wouldn't seem too offensive. It wasn't James' idea to play the video. And who knows, maybe if Olga saw his manhood it all its 14 inch glory...

James caught himself. Don't think about Olga. Pretend she isn't here. That had worked earlier so hopefully it would work again. Besides, his cock was starting to feel very restricted, bottled up as is was in his clothing.

James unbuttoned and removed his shirt. He looked over at the couch, but Olga was still fixated on the monitor. Then the pants came off. A huge billowing tent revealed that boxer shorts were no match for James' monster dick. It was nearing full hardness. Off came the shorts. Lisa stopped laughing. Kelly stopped talking, but simply stood there and gaped. Kristy beamed with delight. Bruno, who was starting to stagger just a little under the weight of Lisa, who was still perched above his head, was able to give James a nod, just as he had done at the office.

Finally Bruno put Lisa down. He pointed to Kelly and suggested that James lift her over her head. Kelly obliged and went over to where James was standing in all his naked glory. James was no slouch, but he wasn't strong enough to hoist her and lift her up, the way Bruno had done with Lisa. He tried, but every time he got her to his shoulder level his knees sagged and he had to put her down. He couldn't get her from his shoulder level to over his head. The tall, fit woman with the long blonde hair was simply too big. Kelly tried to help by placing her foot on James' huge penis and then use it as a launching pad to spring upward. It helped Mr. Penis stiffen to its maximum state of hardness, but it didn't help get Kelly over James' head.

Bruno realized that James needed someone lighter to lift. "Olga Ekaterina," he said. Olga looked his way and the two of them spoke in Russian. Then only word that James could make out was nyet, nyet. Olga didn't want to participate. 

The video continued. The young boys had come around to the front of the men, who still had the women over their heads. The boys wiped the sweat off of the muscle men with their towels. The muscle men were in a very vulnerable position with their hands occupied and their balance wavering, and they could have done nothing to prevent what happened next, if indeed they would have wanted to prevent it, but the boys dropped their towels, got down on their knees and began to perform oral sex on the men. 




James: Mr. Nude International Pt. 02



Nobody had seen that coming. The video had been soft-core until now, with just nudity and a few erect penises. Silence filled the room. Nobody knew what to do; nobody knew where this was heading. The entire room was now focused on the video.

They remained silent except for a few subtle but audible reactions, as each of the men began to ejaculate. They probably thought that the video was over, but it wasn't. After their orgasms, each of the weightlifters had lowered the women, who then lay down on the ground. Each man got on his hands and knees, removed their panties and began to perform cunnilingus on the women, but by doing so, their butts were placed high in the air, exposed, and each of the young boys got behind one of the muscle men and began to have anal sex, all this while the muscle men continued to perform cunnilingus.

James took a deep breath, as did everyone else in the room. He had stopped watching the video and was watching Olga instead, interested in seeing her reaction. She remained stoic, but was silently absorbing everything that was going down. James' cock remained in a state of total erection; it stood straight up, hugging his body, and his cock-head extended up above his naval. 

James had no idea why he said what he said next, but he mentioned how Mister Nude International was a double digit club. He repeated everything that Don had told him earlier in the evening who, after all, had heard it from Elena. Kristy, who had no idea what he was talking about, looked confused. James figured he could explain everything to her later, but right now he wanted everyone to know that only men who had a 10 inch penis or more would be allowed to enter the competition. But that included erect penises. Did Bruno measure up? No sooner had James this then he regretted it. 

"Let's find out," Lisa exclaimed.

"Wait," said Kelly, "let's do this right. We should have a contest." Kelly turned to Kristy. "You should do James, as he is your boyfriend. I know I wouldn't want to share his cock with anyone were I in your position."

Kristy still wasn't sure what had just gone down, but it sounded like they were about to have an erection contest. Remembering how she wanted to take her and James' sex life to another level, she said, "it's okay, I'll watch. I don't mind." The thought of another women stroking James' penis didn't faze her as long it was being done openly in her presence. That wasn't cheating in her eyes. 

"Do you have a tape measure," asked Lisa, and Kristy went into the kitchen to find one. James and Bruno stood there with their cocks bouncing around. Bruno's foreskin had long since pulled back, and that tiny half-globe from the afternoon was now a full, round cock-head. 

"We already know that James is over 10 inches," Lisa said, "so let's work on Bruno first." and she grabbed his cock with her hand and began to jerk it back and forth in a slow but steady manner. The video, meanwhile, had ended. Olga got up from the couch, straightened her skirt, and joined the crowd as Bruno's penis got manipulated by an expert's hand.

"Don't make him cum," said Kristy. "Measure it before he unloads."

"I am ready," said Bruno and Kristy handed Lisa the tape measure. 

"Place it under his balls," said Kristy, "right where the meet the shaft."

"You sound like you've done this before," said Lisa. "Wait, what am I saying? You live with James. You must do this every night just for sport." Kristy didn't answer; she didn't have to. Lisa had just given her the ultimate compliment.

Bruno topped out at 10 inches, and a cheer went up. Bruno had made the cut, and even he breathed a sigh of mock relief, not that he had any doubt. "Are you sure," said Kelly?" That's cutting it close. Let's take a second measurement." And Kelly took the tape measure from Lisa's hand, and Lisa watch with indignation as Kelly gave Bruno a few playful strokes to see whether she could coax another half inch or so from Bruno's erect and bobbing cock. Finally the measurement came. "Yup, its 10 inches," confirmed Kelly, with a smile on her face.

Olga meanwhile was drinking a beer with the same passion as she had devoted earlier to the video. She stared at the label intensely, drank from the bottle, swallowed it slowly, as if it were wine, and stared at the bottle again. She seemed to have little interest in the naked men. "Beer, good," she said, to nobody in particular. 

Bruno stood there with a fully erect penis, his 10 inch gift in perfect symmetry with his chiseled body. James had started to shrink a little, mainly because he was not the focus of everyone's attention, although in this case his cock had shrunk to 12 inches. It was still sticking mostly upward, but it had begun to deflate ever so much, and was now pointing a little more outward from his body and slightly drooping. But it still looked impressive. 

"Okay," said Kelly, "time for the contest."

What contest," asked James.

"We can't leave you boys like this," said Kelly, "it wouldn't be right. I think we should have a hand-job contest."

"That's right," said Lisa, moving quickly to Bruno's side, making it clear whose hand would be running itself up and down the muscular Russian's firm, long shaft. "The winner will be the first man to cum," Lisa said excitedly, expecting that her expert hand would find a willing winner.

"What, no points for distance?" It was Kristy. "Now, no disrespect to anyone, but when it comes to cock contests I know a thing or two. I think it should be a jerk-off contest. Let each man fend for himself. That way they win or lose based on their own skill."

Before James knew what hit him, Bruno was stroking his 10 inch man-meat. Lisa stood nearby, watching with unrestrained joy. James quickly entered the fray and the two naked men stood a few feet apart, furiously slapping and urging their penises to greater glory.

James was beginning to regret the ejaculation that he had earlier in the evening at the club. Usually he could cum within a few minutes. But he was having a bit of a struggle. Alcohol might have also played a role, but it seems like the harder he jerked the less he felt like he was nearing an orgasm. 

Bruno was struggling too, but nearly as much as James, and about seven or eight minutes into the contests his breathing got heavier, his grunting got louder and, with a loud yell, announced his victory by spraying the floor with several blasts of semen.

Before Bruno could claim victory James said: "Wait, we're giving points for distance. Wait for me." He jerked for a few more minutes. Kelly and Kristy came closer to James, who was virtually oblivious to their presence, as has concentrating on the task at hand. They stood on each side of him. 

Bruno stood there, relieved, happy, and relaxed. Orgasm good.

Another minute or two elapsed with James no closer to ejaculating, although his cock was still erect and enlarged. Bruno walked over to James. He waved his arms up and down in front of James, acknowledging his 14 inch monster, and bowed in an oriental ritual of respect. Then, before James knew what was happening, Bruno got down on his knees, pushed James' hand aside, and inserted James' cock into his mouth.

Caught by surprise, James' knees buckled, and Kelly and Kristy propped him up. By the time Olga had looked over, James had an arm around the shoulder of each woman. James' eyes were closed as he tried to focus on getting to the state of being where ejaculation gets beyond the point of no return. Bruno's mouth seemed to have an invigorating effect, because James began to say, "closer, I'm getting closer." With his eyes closed and fists clench he didn't see that Olga was watching. Had he seen her staring, it might have sped up the foregone conclusion, but it really wasn't necessary, because with a loud cry James's semen shortly announced its arrival onto the floor.



James: Mr. Nude International Pt. 03



James was standing there naked, his exposed penis throbbing and bouncing up and down in all it's 14 inch majesty. His hands were handcuffed and were raised above his head, attached to a wire-rope that hung from the ceiling. He was fully erect, yet he was not enjoying himself as much as he should have been. It kind of seemed like he was in a dream, but he knew that it was all too real.

The day had begun innocently enough. James had awoken still feeling the effects of the impromptu party of the previous evening. This time he really wished he was dreaming. Kristy had roused him from a deep slumber.

"Come on, James, are you going to sleep all day?"

"What time is it, he asked groggily?"

"Time to get up...and time to get it up. Come on...I think you need to do a little cock stroking for your darling Kristy."

"Not now," pleaded James. "I'm not up to it."

Kristy grabbed his still flaccid penis and slapped it against his chest. "What's the matter? This is the first time you haven't had morning wood since I can remember. And last night, you let Bruno jack off before you. You're slipping."

Last night. It was starting to come back to James. "Did Bruno really grab my...uh...you know what?"

"Grab it," exclaimed Kristy! "Damn, he sucked it!"

"Oh, I was afraid of that."

"You're not threatened, are you? It was all in good fun."

"Good fun? For who?"

"For everyone," Kristy replied. "You seemed to enjoy it. You shot a load of cum."

"Yeah...well...that couldn't be helped."

"I know...that's why I love you, James. But can't you get it up for little old me?"

"I need a day off, Kristy."

It was shortly before eleven when the limousine pulled up to James's apartment. Inside were Elena and Olga. Bruno wasn't there, thankfully. James didn't feel like facing him at the moment. Elena had on a fashionable pantsuit, looking sharp as ever, while Olga was still in her standard-issue uniform. Unfortunately for James' libido, Elena had some papers and a notebook placed beside her on the seat, so James had to sit next to Olga. Most men would not consider that a bad thing, but it denied James the chance to focus on her milky white thighs. He feared that he was running out of chances to catch a glimpse her panties. 

Sitting next to Olga, and being sober, made James aware of her delightful fragrance. Whether it was perfume, shampoo, body spray or soap he did not know, but Olga smelled like freshly cut flowers. Maybe sitting next to her wasn't so bad after all. It still kept the fantasy alive of getting a peek under her skirt and, who knows, maybe the thrill would be gone once he achieved his objective, and James loved the thrill of the chase, the panty chase. James discreetly adjusted his trousers to accommodate Mr. Penis, who was starting to react to Olga's aroma, not to mention her milky white thighs, which taunted James by their mere existence. 

They were on their way to the house where the breast cancer event was to take place. Today was audition day for James, Bruno, and anybody else who was hoping to participate in the Mister Nude International competition. The diamond smuggler was alleged to be among the competitors, hence James' undercover mission. He was so used to being naked by now that the thought of auditioning to be a Mister Nude contestant neither threatened nor intimidated him. He had no idea how many females would see him naked today; the more the merrier, he thought. James had come a long way since his days of being a reluctant nudist.

"Elena," James said, "if we're undercover, isn't Olga going to be conspicuous in her uniform?"

"Olga...no problem," said the Special Agent of the Russian Main Intelligence Directorate.

"Olga is working security for the event," Elena explained. "The men who are in the competition have to put their clothes and belongings somewhere...they're going to provide baskets or portable lockers...and Olga has been hired to guard them."

"But the uniform..."

"I doubt if anyone will be familiar with the uniform of the Russian Main Intelligence Directorate. To them it will simply be a security uniform."

"Olga okay," interjected Olga.

James had met the competition director, if indeed that was her title. She was a thirty something woman of nondescript appearance, someone who couldn't get Mr. Penis's attention. James would have no qualms about stripping in front of her. He had filled out the paperwork and handed it to her, and very shortly thereafter he was asked to remove his clothes. James turned around sheepishly, but Elena and Olga were not in the vicinity. That helped a little. There would be no embarrassing temptations fort Mr. Penis. He stripped down to nothing, and as he lowered his boxer shirts his mammoth penis sprung to life, basking in the freedom. It was a little disconcerting when two pretty young assistants came into the room. They were there to take measurements.

"Measurements," James asked, with some surprise. "Isn't it obvious..."

"Oh I can see that you'll meet the eligibility requirements, but we need to measure everything...for our files. Now spread your arms."

One of the pretty young girls took a tape measure and wrapped it around James upper chest. Forty four inches. Then the waist, which was thirty two inches. Mr. Penis tingled as the girl worked her way downward. She got down on her knees and stared at his cock for a moment or two, savoring the view, and then she proceeded to measure.

"Eleven inches," she said. 

"That's not right," said James indignantly. "Perhaps it you pulled on it a bit." Normally James wouldn't care, but his manful pride had been a bit wounded by Bruno the night before. Not to worry, as the sight of a pretty young girl on her knees, gaping at James' cock, was sufficient for Mr. Penis to reach full mast on its own accord.

"I think you're the favorite to win the contest," said the director. "You'll fetch a lot of money."

It wasn't easy, but James managed to tuck Mr. Penis inside his boxer shorts. Putting on his pants was another matter. The young girls giggled as James struggled to tame the wild beast. An orgasm would have been very useful right about now, but it was not the proper time and place. James mustered as much dignity as he could, finished dressing and left in search of Elena and Olga.

"Hey, aren't you Doyle?"

Startled, James turned and saw a somewhat familiar face.

"Leon," isn't it? Leon...uh...Leon Tomlinson, right?"

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm entering the competition. What are you doing here?"

"Same thing, man. Since when do cops do this sort of shit?"

James had to think fast. He didn't want to blow his cover. "I...uh...I'm on a thirty day suspension...without pay, I might add. I used my gun when I shouldn't have...department rules...I need to earn some money. I heard about this and thought, why not."

"Well, said Leon, "you're only gonna get second place. You know what they say about African-American males? Well, I'm gonna prove it tomorrow."

James hung around, waiting for his Russian colleagues. A few minutes passed and Leon left the room, smiling. 

"Man, that's the best interview I ever had. See ya tomorrow."

Elena showed up and James expressed his concern to her. He thought that his cover was still intact, but Leon had a long history of being a high-class pimp and a low-class drug dealer. He hadn't a reputation for expensive jewelry theft, but once a criminal always a criminal.

"I don't think a guy like him could be involved in such a high profile crime," said James, "but we should definitely keep our eye on him tomorrow."

James and Elena watched as Leon walked towards the street. As he did, he encountered Olga, who was walking to the front of the house where James and Elena stood.

"Hey there, sweet britches," said Leon. "What's a nice girl like you..."

THUMP!

Elena smiled. "It looks like Olga got another one," she said, watching with delight as Leon crumbled to the ground. "I wonder if he'll still be able to compete tomorrow."

Elena and Olga conversed for a moment in Russian. "Olga has to go back to the hotel. James, would you go with her?"

"She needs an escort?"

"It's better if Olga doesn't go on her own," said Elena. "This country is very strange to her. Afterwards we can meet at your police headquarters and go to lunch."

"Sounds good," said James.

Finally, James had an opportunity to sit opposite Olga in the limousine. Unfortunately, Olga's legs were pressed tightly together and angles towards the door. She was either being demure or sensed that James was a panty pervert. He hoped that it was not the latter. With just the two of them in the car, it would have been way too obvious had James been staring at her milky white thighs, and James didn't want to get caught peeking. He was leery of Olga's boot, and he did not want to be victim number three."

"You go," Olga said to the driver, after he dropped them off at the hotel.

"But aren't we going to..."

"We go to room." said Olga. "Driver come later." Olga seemed to have a good understanding of English, but she spoke it with a little difficulty. She had to think out the words before she said them, so she spoke slowly. James found that it just added to her eroticism.

In the elevator Olga was all smiles. "You want to see..uh...my inter...integation?"

"You mean interrogation."

"Ja, inter-o-gation. How I do it?"

James was starting to like the way this was turning. Could it be? Was his dream about to come true?

Olga's hotel room was quite nice, as befitting a posh Beverly Hills hotel. It was large and comfortable, almost luxurious. James didn't quite know what Olga had planned, but it sounded promising. An interrogation? He'd love to see her in action, and he loved the idea of being under her power. This would be Olga at her finest, her hottest. James felt the stirrings of an erection. Wait, change that; it had gone beyond the stirring stage. He was packing at least 12 inches, maybe 13. Mr. Penis was chomping at the bit to be released from its prison of cloth. James was getting very excited. 

"We play now...ja?"

"Ja," said James. trembling with anticipation.

"You do, I say...ja?"

"Ja!"

"Clothes," Olga said, a little more sternly than anticipated. "Take off...ja?"

James did as he was told. He always imagined Olga as a dominatrix. He craved Olga as a dominatrix. Were his wildest fantasies about to come true?

James stripped hurriedly and stood facing her, quivering with anticipation. His cock was pretty close to 14 inches, and James, ever the show off, flexed his stomach muscles to get his penis to flop against his belly. If Olga was impressed, she was disguising it well, but that was all part of the game, wasn't it? 

Olga went to the closet and returned with a black satchel bag. In her other arm she carried what seemed to be a rolled up mat, sort of like a yoga mat. Olga unrolled the mat, looked up at the ceiling and placed it on the floor right in front of where James was standing. As she did, James was able to look down the small opening of her blouse. He was able to see her white bra, and Mr. Penis reacted in approval. Olga's breasts weren't large, but they sure looked firm and perky. Mr. Penis wasn't complaining.

"Stand here," Olga instructed, pointing to the mat. James obliged. Olga reached into the satchel and took out handcuffs.

"Hands please," she said, and James stuck his hands out for her. She then proceeded to handcuff him. The cuffs were made of soft plastic and had a smooth surface where they touched the skin, so there was no chafing or discomfort. James took this to mean that this was going to be interrogation-light. He trembled with expectation.

Olga then took a hook from out the bag. It was made of hard plastic. She looked up at the ceiling and brought a chair over and placed it right behind James. "Stand chair," she said, and James did as he was told. Olga held the back of the chair for support. By doing so, James penis was just inches away from Olga's face. He could feel her breath on his enlarged member. His main concern right now was for Mr. Penis to behave himself and not erupt too soon. James was hoping to savor this experience for as long as possible and, besides, Olga might object to premature ejaculation. Her boot was always a presence, as a threat. 

Olga removed a paper covering from the top of the hook, revealing a layer of a sticky substance on the top of it. She had James affix the hook to the ceiling, and then had him get off the chair and stand back on the mat. She then removed a long wire-chain, about six feet in length, clipped it to the handcuffs, and stood on the chair herself, and fastened the wire-chain to the hook. She pulled on the chain and this forced James' arms over his head. Olga's pelvic area was virtually parallel to James' upper body and only inches away. James thought that he could feel the heat of her feminine area. He was really getting turned-on.

Olga stood back down on the floor and pulled hard on the chain. 

"Hey, ow," said James, startled, as his upper body strained to meet the demands of the chain. 

"Good," said Olga, in a very precise manner. "We begin." She seemed to be taking this more seriously than James had expected. Olga removed the chair and placed it off to the side. She then began to circle around James, inspecting her work. James was buck naked, standing on a mat that was about four square feet. He was handcuffed, and the handcuffs were attached to a wire-chain that was affixed to a hook that had been secured to the ceiling. He was immobilized, or at least immobilized enough for interrogation purposes. James figured that Olga was going to show him how she interrogated prisoners in Russia. But he wasn't a real prisoner, so surely she wouldn't be as harsh as she could be. It was all play-acting, right? 

James took inventory, James-styled inventory, that is. He had caught an accidental glimpse of her bra. It was white, which was his preferred color for that sort of garment. Whether it was lacey or simply a plain one he could not tell. But he had seen her bra, could her panties be far behind? James cock was sticking straight up. His stomach muscles were tight, due to Olga's pulling on the chain. There was no give for James to relax his body. The chain forced him to stand taut and upright. She had manipulated it so that James could stand on the bottom of his feet; which was a good thing, as he knew that Olga could have forced him on to his tip-toes. She was in command. But James' entire upper body was imprisoned by the situation and he was unable to control his large cock with his stomach muscles. Oh well, he thought, as least she saw me bounce it around earlier.

Olga walked around James a few more times, nodding her approval. Mr. Penis was begging for attention. It was the full 14 inches. Olga reached into the satchel. As she did she bent down ever so slightly and James was within an inch of seeing what he craved to see. He began to spasm a little and for a moment he thought that he was going to lose control, but Olga quickly turned around and her stern look intimidated Mr. Penis into submission. The beginning stage of pre-cum had begun to formulate at the tip of his cock-head.

Olga pulled out a paddle from the satchel, perhaps a little larger than a ping-pong paddle. 

"We play game. I ask. I like answer..." and she gently tapped the underside of his balls with the paddle. "Good, ja? I no like answer..." Olga took a step to James' side and whacked him fairly hard on his butt with the paddle.

"Hey, whoa, what the hell are you doing?"

WHACK!

"I talk...you no talk....How long you know Elena?"

"Elena? I just met her, the same time I met you."

WHACK!

"What's wrong with you?"

WHACK!

James' butt was starting to sting. "What do you want to know," he pleaded?

"Black man. How long you know?"

What black man?"

WHACK! WHACK!

"Hey, oh you mean Leon? He's a criminal, I arrested him once before. That's all."

James' butt was stinging, but his cock was twitching and bouncing. The paddle had not scared off Mr. Penis. Olga stared intently at James' 14 inch monument to manhood, much the same way that she had stared at the video last night. It commanded her full attention. James wondered whether she was getting aroused by the sight of his erect, enormous cock.

"Why black man at house today," she asked?

"He's entering the contest."

Olga walked up to James and he assumed that he was going to get another whack, but instead Olga took the side of the paddle and playfully bounced it off of James' boner, which bounced in joy at the sensation it caused.

"Black man your...your...uh...partner?"

"Partner, what, are you crazy?"

WHACK!

"Ow, that hurts." James felt a burning sensation that extended from his butt down to the back of his knees. 

"I no like answer," said Olga. "Why black man contact you?"

James said nothing. 

Olga walked over to the satchel bag and removed what looked like an electrical extension cord. As awkward as the situation was, James was still hoping for a glimpse of Olga's panties, but he was disappointed again. Olga came back to James, kneeled down and inserted the end of the extension cord into the mat. Her blouse opened up even more than it had before, and James could see down her chest all the way to the top of her skirt. Her bra was very plain, but that paled in importance to the fact that James was able to make out the mounds of her perky, firm breasts. He had seen something that he was not supposed to see. In his mind that meant that he had gotten one over Olga. Mr. Penis spasmed on its own, without any help from James, and he could sense that more pre-cum was oozing out. Olga then placed the other end of the extension cord into a wall outlet, and James realized that the mat had electrical impulses inside of it, which were now glowing red and beginning to make a light but audible humming noise.

Olga stared at James with fierce eyes. "If mat get wet," she said, "you...uh...electra...uh...electro..."

"Electrocuted?"

"Ja...elec-tro-cuted...we wait."

James began to get concerned. If Olga was playing around she was disguising it well. This was getting serious, and it also was making Mr. Penis a little uncomfortable. James' cock began to retreat, and 14 inches got downsized to 12 inches, which is where it stabilized. If there was anything positive to this, James thought, as least an ejaculation was no longer imminent. He was still aroused, but his arousal was back under control.

Olga then went back to the satchel and took out a strange device. It was a small wire-loop, and attached to it were two steel balls that clicked loudly when they came into contact with each other. Olga stood before James and again kneeled down. This time James was too frightened to stare down her blouse. What on earth was this woman planning now? 

Olga carefully took the wire-loop and placed it over James' cock, stopping once it was just over the cock-head. As soon as her hand made contact with Mr. Penis, even though it was slight and incidental, 12 inches quickly grew to 14 inches, and James had a massive boner that, under ordinary circumstances, would have made him very proud. James' cock-head was extremely large - no surprise there - and Olga was able to secure the wire-loop under the head, right where it meets the shaft. Olga pulled on the contraption, and it tightened around the underside of his member. It didn't hurt, but neither did it tickle. It was a little uncomfortable, but it was bearable.

No sooner had Olga finished her job then the clickety clack of the steel balls commenced. The weight of the steel balls had put pressure on James' erect penis, and pried it away from its upright position and forced it into a downward arc. But an erection is a phenomenon that often has a mind of its own, and it wanted to return to its upright position. Thus James cock was bouncing up and down in a battle of wills. The sensation of the steel balls also was causing the fluid inside James' cock to heighten, and James was aware that his cock was bulging and pulsating in a way that he had never before experienced. The tension in his cock was acute. It was almost like an out-of-body experience. It felt like his penis had become its own entity, separated from his body and brain. James had never been so aroused in all his life...so he thought. 




James: Mr. Nude International Pt. 03



Olga stared at James for what seemed like minutes but was probably just a few seconds. She then walked to where she had previously placed the chair and brought it around in front of James, about six feet from where he stood. She sat down. The steel balls began to click with more frequency and velocity. Olga's thighs never looked more inviting, and making matters worse, she acted as if she knew it.

James could feel that he was close to cumming. But, wait, if he did...cum was fluid, wasn't it? Oh no. Was this how it ends? This cunning little devil, James thought. She gets me aroused, and if I cum I'll die. 

Olga crossed her legs. Oh my god, James thought. Her panties! He could see them. He could clearly see the triangle of cloth as it peered out from Olga's crossed legs. The skirt had lifted just enough, and better yet, it wasn't a fleeting view. As long as Olga held her position...

The panties were blue, a light blue, baby blue. James' body quivered. He felt like had just taken a trip to heaven, but he had to resist. He could not cum. He did not want to die.

Olga uncrossed her legs, and as she did, James caught an even fuller view of her baby blue panties. He saw more than just a triangle. He had brief but clear view of virtually the entire panty. Olga was making no attempt to be modest. She had returned to her original sitting position with her legs in front of her with knees pressed together, but her skirt had risen just enough so that he panties were still on display. Just barely, They were peeking out from under her hemline. Olga could see that James was staring at her with unbridled lust. The constant clickety-clack of the steel balls confirmed her suspicions.

Never before had James desired a woman as much as he did Olga at this very moment. The way she looked at him, just staring, studying him like he was an experiment. Those thighs, that incredibly short skirt, those baby blue panties...James could feel himself losing it. This woman; she was half devil and half angel. So this was her insidious game. Turning him on so much that he would ejaculate; yet, at the same time, all too aware that ejaculation would mean electrocution.

Olga just sat there, motionless, expressionless. James wondered whether she knee that he could see her panties. Did she care, or was this part of the plan? The steel balls kept up its running battle with James' cock muscles. It flapped harder, and the clicking of the steel balls got louder. He could feel the semen building up in his cock shaft. The tightness of the wire-loop under his cock head was now working as a stimulant. It made his cock tingle. It was a pleasant irritant. It made his penis more sensitive and tighter, and even harder, if that was possible. James realized that he was real close to cumming.

"Please, Olga, unplug the cord," he pleaded. Olga remained unmoved.

Olga crossed her legs again. That drove James over the threshold. His body began to buck and shake. His breathing became more forced. It was now beyond his control. He was about to ejaculate and there was nothing he could do about it.

"Olga, I'll say anything...okay, I stole the diamond...I'm sorry...I stole it...please, unplug the cord, please. Olga...I'm gonna cum...oh no...please...Olga...Olga...I can't hold it...AARRGGHH!"

A massive burst of semen shot out of James penis like rocket fire and flew over Olga's left shoulder. It might have set a long distance record for ejaculation. A second burst landed her on her knee and dribbled down on to her booted leg. A third blast hit the floor between them. A fourth got ever so closer to the mat. James was too convulsed with pleasure and relief to care. A fifth, a sixth...who know how many more, landed on the mat. Thirsty seconds later, when the bursts of pleasure finally subsided, James was left whimpering. Had his body not been held up by the chain he would have slumped to the ground in exhaustion.

Suddenly James was aware that he was still alive. He had not been electrocuted. He stared at Olga with eyes opened wide.

Olga got up, walked over to the wall and unplugged the electrical cord. She made sure that she bent down in a way which would cause her skirt to rise. James had earned the right to the view.

Olga looked at the mat upon which James was standing. "If we in Russia," she said, "you dead."



James: Mr. Nude International Pt. 04



Back at the police station the squad were in Captain Mathers' office to discuss the operating plan for the next day. 

"Where's Doyle," the Captain asked, looking around the room?

"I think he's with Special Agent Olga Ekaterina Danilova," answered Elena. "They're working on something, but I should let you know that he may have been compromised."

"How so," asked the Captain?

"Earlier today we went to sign James up for the competition and he was recognized by someone."

"Really...who?"

"I'm not sure," answered Lieutenant Elena Ludikova, from the Moscow branch of the Russian elite Intelligence unit, the Federal Security Service. "He was a black male. I think his name was Leon."

"Leon Tomlinson," asked Lisa Podolski?

"You know him," Captain Mathers asked?

"He runs a high class call-girl operation. We busted time once or twice."

"Why would he be at the same place as Doyle?"

"I don't know. Maybe he's entering the contest."

"Yes," confirmed Elena. "James said to me that Leon was in the competition. He had just come from being interviewed."

Lisa stifled a laugh.

"Something funny, Podolski?"

"No, it's just that I know what sort of interview it was."

Lisa Podolski and Fiona Barnes had just returned from the event location, having taken muscle man Bruno to sign up. One look at him and the women at the site were secretly praying that he'd meet the eligibility rules. Bruno was a hunk, but that in itself wasn't enough. His love muscle had to be well developed too. Lisa did not tire of admiring Bruno's nude body, and she stood nearby as he first stripped and then complied with the rules, stroking his penis to get it erect and then on to its 10 inch maximum length. How cute, Lisa thought, he's blushing. In response from the competition director, Lisa had said that Bruno didn't speak English very well and she was there as an interpreter. Measurements were taken, Bruno was announced as 10 inches, and he was thus an official entrant in the Mister Nude International contest.

Fiona was not as interested in Bruno as Lisa was, so she scoured the grounds as the 'interview' was taking place. She saw the area where the competitors would be hanging out, and where their clothes would be stored. If there was going to be a diamond exchange, this was the most likely spot for it to occur. Afterwards, in the car, as the trio went to the police station, Fiona drove and Lisa and Bruno sat in the back seat. Lisa was glad that it was Fiona who had accompanied them and not that tart, Kelly. Kelly had eyes on Bruno too, and Lisa didn't welcome the competition. It was bad enough that she had her hands on Bruno's cock the previous night, measuring his penis. As if Lisa's measurement needed a second opinion. 

Lisa had worn a revealing blouse and skirt outfit that she hoped would tempt Bruno. The blouse had its top two buttons open, and the top of her bra was plainly visible. Her skirt was one of the tightest ones she owned. Hopefully the muscular Bruno would take notice. But even if he didn't, she had him alone in the back seat of the car.

Lisa put her hand on Bruno massive, muscular leg. It was about a 30 minute drive to the police station, and she planned to make good use of the time. Lisa also made sure that her skirt hiked up a little when she sat down in the car seat, and she tilted her legs so that they angled towards Bruno. Perhaps she skirt wasn't as revealing as what Olga had been wearing, but Lisa was a real woman with a real figure, one that a man could get a good grab on, and her luscious breasts were surely superior to those of that little commie, Olga. Lisa wondered whether Bruno was getting it on with both Elena and Olga. A nice little threesome, she thought. Lisa had no control over that, but she did have control over the current situation.

Bruno did not shy away from Lisa's hand, which was dangerously close to his crotch. A few minutes went by, and Lisa decided it was time to take it to the next level. It just so happened that an opportunity arose. Fiona had turned a sharp corner and Lisa, overreacting, fell right into Bruno's lap. As she straightened herself out, she placed her hand directly on Bruno's crotch. She could feel the outline of his penis under his clothes. She gave it a little squeeze. Bruno looked over at her and smiled. 

Lisa saw that Fiona was concentrating on driving and not on what was happening in the back seat. Looking straight ahead, just in case Fiona was looking through the rearview mirror, Lisa adroitly unzipped Bruno's pants and reached in with her hand and made a grab for Bruno's penis.

Again, Bruno offered no resistance. Lisa pulled it out, grabbed it with her open hand, and began to gently stroke it. She slowly increased her velocity. After a few minutes Lisa had forgotten about Fiona. She focused instead on Bruno's breathing, she felt the stiffening of his penis, which was surely at its 10 inch maximum, and quickened the pace of her stroking. Bruno seemed to be responding favorably. 

Bruno's grunting became louder, and it was quite impossible for Fiona not to realize what was going on in the back seat. She smiled to herself.

Lisa changed up her motion, using short quick strokes and then longer, gentler strokes. Mixing it up like that had always worked well for her in the past. Lisa could sense that Bruno was getting close to a climax. She could feel the semen building up in the shaft of his penis. Lisa squeezed right under the cock head, made a few additional, quick, hard jerks, and Bruno, without warning, began to erupt. His semen spilled all over Lisa's hand, and some of it ran back down his penis shaft to his open pants.

"Hey, I hope you're enjoying yourselves," Fiona said. "Luckily this is a department vehicle, so I don't care about any mess you make back there."

Lisa smiled sheepishly. "Do you have any Handy Wipes," she asked, as Bruno slumped down in the car seat in contented bliss. He was liking America more and more.

"Well," said Captain Mathers, "I guess we'll have to wait to hear from Doyle before deciding what to do about Leon. But at least we have a lead. Podolski, why don't you call Doyle and see where he is." 

James was feeling the after-effect of a major sexual experience. He was still handcuffed and chained to the ceiling, but his arms were not tired, even after being in their upright position for nearly an hour. He was drained, both physically and emotionally, but he never felt as happy as he did right then. He was exhilarated in a weird sort of way. Deep down inside he had always longed to be dominated by a woman, even though he was never able to articulate it, nor even realize that this was what he craved. It was only after Olga had begun her interrogation that James' secret pent-up desires rose to the surface. James could envision himself as a slave to the right woman, especially if she wore extremely short skirts and had milky white thighs. His secret wish was to be dominated. 

Despite his massive ejaculation only minutes earlier, the steel balls that were attached to his cock were clacking away. Although his monster 14 inch erection had shrunk to about 11 or 12 inches, the wire-rope that the steel balls were attached to still clung to the cock-head, right where it met the shaft of his penis. James was still in a state of semi-arousal. He had not only seen Olga's bra, but he had stuck pay-dirt. He had seen her baby blue panties! Even though one of the sightings may have been deliberate, there was at least one that was accidental. Now I have beat-off material to last me for years, James thought to himself. His innermost, deepest fantasy was to get a panty peek from under a short skirt, but to experience it while being tied up by a sexy dominatrix in a short skirt, with his gigantic cock exposed...this was the Rolls-Royce of fantasies!

Olga stood in front of James. She still showed no emotion; it was like a job to her. She seemed oblivious to the drying semen on her knee, the wet stain on her leather boot, and the drops that had landed on her shoulder, which were now settling into the material of her military-issue blouse.

Olga placed the chair behind James, stood on it, and unfastened the chain from the hook that was attached to the ceiling. James was finally able to lower his arms, even though he was still handcuffed. Olga released the chain from the handcuffs. The steel balls were still furiously clicking away. Olga made no attempt to remove them. Rather she liked hearing the sound of the clicking, as it meant that James was still turned-on. Although James' cock was not fully erect, the resulting tension from where the knot met the underside of his cock head was still in place. Olga had fastened it securely. Every now and again James' cock reacted to the tension, that delightful arousing sensation that it caused, hence the clacking sound of the steel balls bouncing into each other.

"You still prisoner," Olga said. "I remove hands; you no move." Olga unlocked the handcuff on one of James' hands, but very quickly took the other hand and expertly placed it behind James' back. Before he knew what had happened, Olga took his free hand, placed it behind him, and put the handcuff back on again. A naked James stood before his interrogator with his hands firmly secured behind his back. She stopped and admired her work for a minute.

"Get on knees," she instructed. "You admit to steal diamond?"

"Olga, you have to believe me, I only said that because I thought I was going to be electrocuted. I really had nothing to do with the diamond."

"Still lying," Olga said, although it sounded more like a question than a statement. "Get down on knees!"

James did as he was told, and then Olga forced his head down upon the floor so that his shoulders were in contact with the ground.

"Don't move," she ordered.

James was able to lift is head up from the floor, and he saw Olga go over to the satchel bag, returning with two lengths of rope. James wasn't sure that he liked where this might be heading, but Mr. Penis didn't seem to mind. James' giant cock was stimulated by this latest round of domination, and even though he was in a helpless and awkward position, the clickety-clack of the steel balls signaled his excitement. James also realized that from his vantage point, with his head looking up from floor-level, he had a clear view of the underside of Olga's short skirt as she stood over him, and he was in baby blue heaven! This new angle was definitely masturbation-worthy! And yes, his penis was definitely responding to the visual stimuli. In fact, he had to lift his body up a little so that his boner had some space to spring clear, as it was momentarily trapped between his body and the floor.

Olga took one strand of rope and tied it to James' ankle. She then stretched it as far as she could, bringing James' leg with her, and she secured the other end of the rope to the leg of a large table that was in the room. She did the same to his other leg, securing it to the couch opposite, so James was virtually spread-eagled on the floor, with his hands cuffed behind his back. He was resting on his shoulders, with the muscles of his legs fully stretched out to meet the restrictive demands of the rope. This of course caused his butt to lift and become awkwardly exposed.

James wondered what Olga was going to do next, but he didn't have long to wait. Olga walked over to the bed and loosened the clasp of her ridiculously short skirt, stepping out of it as it fell to the floor. Her blouse covered the top half of her panties, but the entire bottom half was available for James' viewing pleasure. Almost immediately his penis hardened to its maximum, and a monster-sized 14 inch, rock-hard tribute to manliness bounced off of the floor repeatedly in excited agony, and those steel balls kept on clicking, louder and more rapidly. The underside of his cock-head was continually tingling from the tension caused by the knot of the wire-chain that was attached to his penis, right under his cock-head. James got a good view of her crotch, and Olga's baby blue panties had a little padded area in front, which consumed his erotic desires. Yes, he would be a willing slave to this cute, intriguing, sexy woman-child. Can it be a surprise that James suddenly felt that he was on the verge of an orgasm? 

Perhaps it was the way that Olga went about things. Her nonchalance, the perfunctory way that she had stepped out of her micro-mini skirt, her stoic demeanor; it made his situation all the more enticing. Olga was a cunning, manipulating, cute little she-devil. He had suspected that from the moment he first laid eyes on her, or more specifically, the first time he had laid eyes on that extremely short skirt. How could that be standard military issue? Surely she must have altered it for this occasion. If her goal was to trap her prey into a vortex of uncontrollable lust and ecstasy, she had succeeded. Suddenly it all made sense to James; he had an epiphany. He had visually memorized Olga while she in her uniform, and something had struck him odd at first, but now he knew what it was. Olga had worn her skirt very high up on her waist. He noticed it because her waist, from where her blouse had been tucked into the skirt, seemed to be usually tight and thin. The skirt was probably meant to worn at hip length, and Olga had raised it up by about two inches. No wonder it was so short! It did not strike James as odd that this thought popped into his mind as he was a helpless prey, bound on the floor.

"No more talking," Olga announced suddenly, and she went back to the satchel bag. James wasn't sure at first what she had taken from the bag, but whatever it was she was wrapping it around her waist. Without so much as a smile, she walked back to James. Oh my god, it was dildo that she had strapped on!

James definitely did not like where this was headed, but he was unable to prevent it. Olga had him at her mercy. To make matters worse, she had removed black electrical tape from the bag and taped it over his mouth. He couldn't protest even if he wanted to. The best he could do was muffle inaudible sounds.

Olga kneeled down behind James and expertly inserted the dildo inside his butthole. It did not appear to be the first time she had done this. From the way she had James tied, it was very easy for her to do. She began to pump the dildo in and out, in and out, inserting and removing it repeatedly, quickening her pace, thrusting harder, until James was in grunting and writhing.

Although it didn't hurt, James got no pleasure from the sensation of being anally penetrated. In fact, he wondered how anyone could enjoy this. His erection had subsided somewhat, and Mr. Penis was nowhere near an ejaculatory state. All James could do was let his mind go blank and wait for Olga to finish.

After an eternity - or five minutes, anyway - Olga stopped. She stood up, dildo still attached to her.

"I remove handcuffs," she said. "You stay."

Once freed from his shackles, James flexed and moved his hands to regain circulation. Olga quickly turned him around, so that he was lying on his back. She pounced in front of him, lifted his legs off the ground and re-inserted the dildo. James pressed hard on the floor with his hands, trying to cope with what was now becoming an unpleasant experience. Had she stopped when she was done with him from behind, he probably could have found the experience accepted, but this was now turning into a humiliation.

Still, from this vantage point, James could see the expression on Olga's face as she pumped the dildo, grinding it like a piston, into James' vulnerable butthole. Her mouth had broken out into a half-smile, as if she was finally admitting that she was enjoying her work. He short hair swayed back and forth, partially covering her face as it moved in rhythm with her exertions. What James also noticed was that Olga seemed to be staring at his penis as she went about her business, his extremely large penis, with giant balls, enlarged cock-head, and mammoth wide shaft. This began to stimulate James. Olga was finally taking notice of James' best feature. He had craved this moment ever since he first met her, and though he wished that the particular circumstances were a different, at least this cloud had a silver lining. Olga, too, noticed that James had noticed her staring at his cock.

Still pumping away, Olga reached down with one hand and removed the steel ball device that was attached to James' penis. She then grabbed James' arm and placed it on to his cock. She took her hand and cupped it into her palm and stroked it back and forth. It was a universal sign language that needed no translation, and James knew what she wanted him to do. He conveniently forgot about the dildo that was thrusting in and out of him. Olga, his darling Olga, this sexy she-devil of the Russian secret police, was demanding that he stroke his meat for her. For her! How he waited for this moment. She wanted a stroke job...well, she'd get a stroke job.

James grabbed his large erect shaft and began to pump fairly hard. Not as hard as he could, but hard enough to get it to the state where he could ejaculate on demand. After a few strokes he found that he could get more pleasure if he coordinated his stroking with Olga's pumping. As Olga went out with the dildo, James stroked upward. When Olga went in with the dildo, James stroked down. He was concentrating so much on keeping this rhythm that he no longer felt any pain or discomfort. All he felt was joy, the joy of playing with his penis, the joy of doing so in order to please his mistress. Olga was in control, not James. She had commanded and he had submitted. 

Harder and harder he jerked, up and down on his cock. There were no style points being issued. The end result was all that mattered. James felt himself nearing a climax. Other times James may have slowed down, in order to prolong the joy, but not now. Olga was staring intently at Mr. Penis. Her pumping started to become irregular as her concentration was broken by the sight of James' gigantic 14 inch beast. James became aware of the change in Olga's rhythm. She's watching me, he thought! She's getting turned-on! That was it. James had crossed the threshold. He couldn't delay his orgasm now even if he had wanted to. He had been grunting and moaning for a while through the duct tape, and even though it was difficult to make out what he was saying, the liquid, milky white stuff that began to shoot out of the opening at the tip of his cock-head, spoke volumes. James writhed and tightened his muscles as he began to spray cum all over his body. It landed on his face, his torso, his groin area; wave after wave of ecstasy overtook his entire body as he convulsed and spasmed in orgasmic splendor. His body heaved with each eruption. Olga had stopped pumping, mesmerized by the volume and velocity of his ejaculation. The dildo remained motionless. 

When it was done, James laid still on the floor, panting and gasping. Olga stared at him, not saying a word, but she did remove the tape from his mouth. She moved back a little, and the dildo was no longer inside of him.

"Ohhhhhh," James groaned, "that...that was absolutely, positively, the best orgasm I've ever had." 

The two of them remained like that for several minutes, until finally Olga removed the dildo from her body and stood up. Neither said a word. The silence was shattered by the ringing of a phone. It took a minute, but finally Olga removed James' ringing cell phone from his pants and walked over and handed it to him. James was lying naked on the floor, his cock glistening with sperm, his penis shrinking by the minute. Even when it had returned to 9 inches, it still loomed large.

Lisa was on the phone. Olga heard James say that they'd be at the station in about thirty minutes, that they were following a lead. 




James: Mr. Nude International Pt. 04



James awkwardly stood up. His knees were still weakened by the orgasm, and he unsteadily walked towards the bed where his clothes were strewn.

"Olga bad," said Special Agent Olga Ekaterina Danilova, of the Russian Main Intelligence Directorate. "Olga bad girl."

"No," said James. "You were wonderful. Olga good girl."

"Olga bad." Olga had a mischievous grin on her face. James couldn't tell whether she was serious or not. She took the paddle which she had used earlier on James and handed it to him. Suddenly, and much to James' astonishment, she bent forward and lowered her hands onto the bed, which exposed her backside, which was covered by her baby blue panties, to James' lustful eyes.

"Bad girl," James said, lifting up her skirt and playfully, gently tapping her baby blue covered butt with the paddle. 

"Harder," said Olga. "Olga bad girl."

James again tapped her bottom, a little harder than before, but not by much.

Without warning Olga quickly whipped around and kneed James right in the testicles. James grabbed his balls gingerly and said in an angry voice, "Hey, that hurts." The only thing that prevented James from collapsing to the ground in agony was the fact that Olga's knee wasn't as deadly as her boot.

"Olga bad," she said again.

"Why you little...that really hurt."

"Olga bad girl. Need punishment."

James was really angry. His balls were sore from the knee. "You want it harder," he said. "Okay."

Olga had already assumed her position, with her hands on the bed, her blue pantied butt thrust right at James' waist, and right at James' libido. He rubbed her panties with his hand and smacked her fairly hard with the paddle. Olga tried to stifle the sensation, but she emitted a weak moan.

James smacked her three more times, each time a little harder. "Had enough," he asked?"

Olga, by way of response, swung her leg up from behind her and, using the back of her boot, expertly landed a blow on the underside of James' balls with her heel. 

"That does it," said James. "I'm done playing around." He lowered her panties. He was so intent on what he was about to do that he was totally oblivious to here perfectly shaped bare butt, ever so firm and taut. It was a butt that would drive many a man insane.

James began smacking her bare behind as hard as he could. Olga's moaning became louder and her breathing became more forceful. James lost count of how many times he used that paddle. Perhaps twenty, perhaps forty; and he was using his full force. He was striking her so hard that his cock was swaying back and forth like a pendulum. It was also starting to get harder, much harder. In fact, it was starting to get in the way of the paddle. Who knows how long James would have paddled the cute little behind of Olga Ekaterina Danilova had James not accidentally caught the side of Mr. Penis with the device, and this broke the trance, and he stopped his pummeling of Olga's butt.

Olga was whimpering, maybe even crying. Her behind was bright red and there were a few places that were blistered and even bleeding. James was overcome by guilt. "I'm so sorry," he said. Olga kept whimpering, but it was more with satisfaction than anything else, even if James didn't fully understand that.

James went into the bathroom and returned with a towel that he had soaked with warm water. He gently, and lovingly, began to apply it tenderly to Olga's bleeding areas. His hand made contact with Olga's vagina, and he became aware that it was moist and damp.

"Here, lie on the bed," he said, and he helped her down on her stomach, her red, bleeding and blistered butt helping to increase James' guilt. He caressed her butt with the towel. Olga moaned, and this time even innocent James knew that the moans were borne out of pleasure. He carefully slid his hand down to her vagina and rubbed her cunt lips with his fingers. James noticed that the lips had opened and were receptive to his hand.

James also noticed that his cock was nearing 13 inches. The sight of Olga's cute, firm butt, even reddened and bleeding, was starting to grab his attention. Olga was submitting to him, she was submitting to his gigantic cock. He could tell that she wanted it inside her.

There was once a time when that thought might have intimidated James, but not now, not today, not with this very special woman. James grabbed Olga by the hips and positioned her to where he could mount her. He grabbed hold of Mr. Penis and slowly inserted it into her moist vagina. Olga moaned loudly and instinctively lifted the lower half her body, and this made it easier for James to begin pumping her. 

The bed they were on had a soft mattress and it made James' job tougher. He gently eased Olga off of the bed and had her kneel down on the floor. James mounted her from behind and was now able to use the firmness of the floor to get some solid traction. Mr. Penis was rigid, like a lead pipe, and James blindly pumped in and out of Olga's vagina, not paying attention to anything other than the grinding motion. Olga's butt kept making contact with James' loins, and she grimaced with pain each time, a consequence of the spanking. But she didn't care about the pain; it was far outweighed by the pleasure. This donkey-dicked, innocent dupe, this simpleton with the big penis, was causing her to almost lose consciousness, as the long, hard extended shaft of James' 14 inch manhood sent her on a one-way ticket to ecstasy, taking her to a place that she had never been before. It was so easy to manipulate him. James was putty in her hands. 

Olga had been trained to spot the weakness of her prey and capitalize on it. From the first she could tell that James was a pervert. She saw how he had stared at her milky white thighs, she saw how he vainly admired the miracle of his own monster penis when they were at his house the night before. She saw the perverted pornography that he watched at home, even if it did arouse her as well. But that was beside the point. All Olga had to do play to his ego, get James to desire her, turn him on a little, and he would do anything she wanted him to do. Even confess to a crime that he did not commit. But right now what she wanted most was to take advantage of the horse-hung specimen of male genitalia that was available for her pleasure.

James wasn't even thinking about how swollen his member had become, how much pleasure he was getting from this interaction. All he cared about was pleasing Olga, his Olga, the only woman he had ever loved. Sure he had loved Lori once upon a time, and now he loved Kristy, Lori's sister, but Olga...well, she was something special. James was aroused beyond anything he had ever before experienced. Olga's perky, firm breasts, her tight, perfectly shaped butt, her jaw-dropping miniskirts, her short blond hair and the way it swayed against her face her authoritarian demeanor, even the wrath of her boot...James was in love. His only desire was to please Olga. Without even realizing it, James had slightly raised his knees and was half-standing. This enabled his penis to probe even deeper into Olga's vagina. He wrapped his arms around her stomach and thrust his penis as hard as he could. The slapping noise caused by Olga's butt making contact with James' body increased in volume. How he longed to be her slave, do to anything she asked, to live solely to please her.

Olga was screaming, she was panting, and she was squirming, as James rode her hard. He was so concentrated on pleasing her that he didn't even realize that he was about come. Al he could do was utter "I'm coming" right as the moment of ejaculation, after which he kept on pumping as hard as he could, even as his liquid love juice squirted into Olga's vagina.

James kept grinding, Olga kept squealing, and Mr. Penis stayed erect. James didn't know what possessed him, but all of a sudden he got the idea to turn Olga around and change position. He quickly got up and grabbed a pillow from the bed and had Olga lie down on it, the better to protect her sore and bleeding behind. He then mounted her again, this time in a missionary position. As soon as he had inserted his cock into Olga's vagina, it became firmer and more erect. Mr. Penis loved the journey that James was taking it on.

Olga raised her legs and wrapped them around James' back as he worked his 14 inch shaft into Olga's pleasure zone. Her arms were hanging on to the back of James' neck and she was digging into his skin with her fingernails. James was oblivious to this; all he could think about was his wish to hear Olga moan and cry with pleasure. Minutes went by, how many James could not tell, but eventually he became cognizant of the fact that he was about to ejaculate. This time he gave advance warning and he pulled out his penis and furiously finished the job by hand, sending forth several blasts of warm semen across Olga's stomach. 

They were spent. They breathed in unison. James leaned back and lied down on his back, holding onto Olga's arms as he did, so that she followed him. She was now lying on top of him, and James could feel her body as it pressed against the exhausted Mr. Penis. Their faces came together and James made a move to kiss her.

"No kiss, just boom-boom," said Olga, turning her head to the side.

James didn't know how, he didn't know why, but Special Agent Olga Ekaterina Danilova had touched his soul, his very essence, in a way that could he have barely comprehended before the moment that it had actually happened. He would do anything she asked. He'd throw his life away and follow her around on a leash, if that's what she wanted. But what did Olga want?



James: Mr. Nude International Pt. 05



The day broke sunny and warm. It was a perfect day for getting naked and strutting one's stuff for the wealthy and mostly middle-aged patrons who were gathered to attend the breast cancer awareness fundraiser. The presumption was that the ladies would be titillated enough by the sight of the well-endowed males to open up their checkbooks and make a sizeable donation. There had already been a fashion show, a few speeches by semi-celebrities and accomplished physicians who were leaders in breast cancer research. All that remained was the Mr. Nude International contest. They always save the best for last.

This wasn't an ordinary competition. For one thing, a thief who had stolen a valuable diamond that had once belonged to the Russian royal family was supposedly entered in the competition. A tip had revealed that he planned to exchange the jewel sometime during the competition. Consequently Russia had sent three of their security people to Los Angeles to work with the LAPD's elite Vice Squad unit, who specialized in undercover work.

James Doyle, he of the monster 9 inch cock that stretched to 14 inches when erect, was one of the squad members taking part in the assignment. Also taking part was a muscular hunk of a man names Bruno Sukov, who also had a rather large love muscle, or at least big enough to meet the requirements, as one of the competition's entry qualifications was that the man had to be a 'double digit'; that is, a penis 10 inches or larger once it was fully extended. Bruno just did meet the requirements, which made one of James' co-workers, Lisa Podolski, very happy, as she had become enthralled by the Russian muscleman who had been sent over here to assist with the case. There was also Lieutenant Elena Ludikova, from the Moscow branch of the Russian police's most elite intelligence unit, the Federal Security Service. 

Rounding out the trio was Special Agent Olga Ekaterina Danilova, of the Russian Main Intelligence Directorate, who had been the object of James' desire ever since he had met her two days earlier. It stemmed from her wearing an extremely short skirt, which was part of her police uniform, which played right into James' peccadillos, although James's infatuation had gone way beyond trying to peek under her skirt. Yesterday Olga had interrogated James' at length, although her idea of interrogation included bondage, psychological mind games, teasing and denial, spanking, masturbation, and the use of a dildo, among other things. James had four ejaculations during his interrogation. He was so enchanted with Olga that he was willing to do almost anything for her, from being her permanent love slave to...well, anything. He had a serious case of Olga-itis. Olga, for her part, was all-too-happy to take advantage of the love-sick, donkey-dicked James. He was a useful idiot.

The three female members of James' squad that were working undercover had been assigned the task of escorting the nude men as they were introduced to the crowd and walked along the stage. That gave them plenty of opportunity to move around incognito and check for suspicious behavior. Elena Ludikova was there in some capacity, although nobody really knew what she would be doing, which is the way she wanted to keep it. Don Watkins, the other male member of the elite Vice Squad unit, was working as a bartender, his cock not quite large enough for entry into the contest. And since Olga, much to James' delight, refused to wear anything other than her micro mini-skirted police uniform, she played the role of a security officer, guarding the competitor's clothing and valuables after they had stripped down.

Backstage consisted of a tented area, and it was a flurry of activity. There were a total of 12 contestants. James and Bruno acted as if they did not know each other. Leon Tomlinson was there, a black man who was a high-class pimp and someone whom James had busted in the past. It was feared that James' cover would be blown, but the chance that Leon might be the jewel thief was too good to ignore. As soon as James saw Leon backstage he went over to him.

"Leon," he said, laughingly, "I see you recovered from your ball-busting episode yesterday."

"Yeah, well if I ever see that bitch again..."

"You will Leon," said James. "She's working here as a security guard or something, I think. I saw her a few minutes ago." The thought of Leon seeking revenge made James chuckle. In any confrontation between the two, his money was on Olga's boot. 

"Excuse me officer, my name for today," said Leon, pulling a small piece of paper from out of his pocket, "is Prince Sonny Obefami from Nigeria." It seems that the contest director was really trying to make this a real international contest.

"Whatever," replied James, "and please don't call me officer. I am here as a contestant, just trying to earn some money. Good luck, Prince, though you may have a hard time beating this." And James lowered his trousers to show off his thick hanging penis which, even in a flaccid state, was impressive.

Leon laughed. "You dummy. I told you about the African male stereotype yesterday, didn't I?" And Leon quickly revealed that his cock, which was also currently in a soft state, was not only long and lean, but it clearly bettered James by an inch, or perhaps more. 

James whistled in admiration. "Yeah, well, wait until you see me hard."

"Hey man," Leon said, smiling, "Careful what you wish for. I'm bigger than you now and I'll be bigger than you later...although..."

Leon had noticed that there were several college-aged girls in the tent. He wasn't sure what their role was, but he wasn't complaining. In fact, he quickly stripped off his clothes and began massaging his cock in a way that suggested he was quite pleased with what he saw.

James was used to being naked in front of clothed women by now, but it never ceased to surprise him. But he resigned himself to his fate and stored his clothes in a basket.

"I'll take that from you," one of the college girls said. For once James didn't feel like a piece of meat on display, and when he looked around the tent he saw the reason why. There were a dozen naked men, all of whom had either an exceptional build or an exceptional penis, or both. 

"Do you want some head," James heard another girl ask a contestant who was standing nearby. 

"What, is that for real," James asked?

"We've been told that some of the men like to get...um...more erect when they take the stage, so they brought in some girls to do you know what. Not me though. I'm just volunteering to help the cause. It's no big deal. Besides...um...looking at you...you might not need any help." 

It was then that James realized that Mr. Penis was starting to bone up. "Yeah," he said, painfully aware that this college girl was admiring his cock, a cock that was slowly uncoiling like a snake, no matter how hard James tried to think unsexy thoughts. "You must like the working conditions here."

"I've seen plenty of naked men; it's no big deal." And with that she was off, taking James' belongings to the secured zone, which was actually another tent, slightly smaller than the tent that the contestants were in.

James watched the girl as she took his basket of clothes and went to the other tent. Sure enough, Olga was standing guard in front of it in her ridiculously short skirt, looking as desirable as ever. The day was a little breezy, but Olga's skirt was not reacting to the wind, so James was disappointed in his quest to discover what color panties Olga had on today. Still, just seeing her in her uniform was enough to make Mr. Penis bounce and twitch, and whenever that happened James knew that trouble could not be far behind. He was working undercover, and if he got caught jacking off, or worse, had an ejaculation by spontaneous combustion as a result of being aroused beyond the point of no return, it would look real bad. Better not look at Olga, he thought. 

Meanwhile, Lisa, Kelly and Fiona were not averse to checking out the naked men from their vantage point at the edge of the tent. 

"Mmnn, he's not bad," cooed Kelly, referring to a naked Asian man. According to her list of contestants, his name was Toshi, and he was allegedly from Japan, although most likely he was from Los Angeles' Japan town. But, regardless, he was sporting a huge, semi-erect cock that was getting harder by the minute and was beginning to point up at a forty-five degree angle. "I wonder how big he is," Kelly said to Fiona, who was standing next to her; "12 inches, I bet."

"Girl, don't you know anything? Forget about him; he's as queer as a three dollar bill." 

"I'm only looking," said Kelly, "and besides, how do you know," but before Fiona could answer, her smirk gave it away. "Oh yeah, that's right, you can tell?"

"When you're a dyke you have built in gay-dar," said Fiona.

"Pity," said Kelly, looking wistfully at Toshi's hard body and hardening penis.

"Girls, focus," said Lisa, although she was mostly focusing on Bruno, hoping that those young college girls didn't sway his muscular head. Lisa had invested considerable time and energy on seducing him, and she didn't want to see all that work go to waste.

James and the other naked men were huddled together in the tent when the competition director entered. As the men were already surrounded by a bevy of clothed women, having another one in their midst didn't seem like a big deal and nobody made a move to cover their private parts, although it probably would have been difficult to do so anyway, seeing how well-endowed they were. For once James didn't feel like a freak. For once his penis was not a source of wonderment and awe. He was feeling more and more comfortable with being nude in public and the thought of someday going to a nudist camp came into his mind again. In James' imagination he fantasized the perfect nudist camp. The men would be naked and the women would all be wearing short skirts. How he would love to go there with Olga and watch her as she got aroused from seeing all the different sized and shaped penises. James was sure that Olga's police skirt would be the sexiest and shortest and...wait...James had forgotten that he wasn't supposed to think about Olga. Doing so wreaked havoc on his penis, which was now chomping at the bit to be fondled, stroked, and attended-to. He could feel the blood stirring in his loins. Mr. Penis had zoomed up to 14 inches and was sticking straight up, extending past his navel. James was starting to feel very self-conscious about having a full-on boner. 

The competition director led the men to the edge of the stage. A woman emcee was warming up the crowd. Lisa, Kelly and Fiona, were standing at the edge of the stage, right where the men would be entering.

"Remember," said the director, "one of the girls will take you by the arm and walk you to a prepared spot on the stage. Once you get there, smile...and relax. You all have wonderful bodies and should be proud of what you got. The emcee will introduce you one-by-one. When she calls your name, take a step forward and wave and then step back into the line. Got it?"

By chance it happened to be Kelly who was there to chaperone James to his spot. After taking the contestant to their spot each of the girls resumed their original place to wait their turn for the next man. As there were 12 contestants, each woman escorted three men. James tried to ignore his throbbing, aching cock as he waited his turn to get on stage.

"James," exclaimed Kelly! "My god," she whispered, as they strode down past the men who were already in line, "look at you!" Kelly found it amusing that James was fully erect. His boner bobbed up and down with each step.

Somehow James made it through the ordeal of standing in front of a group of about fifty women. He wasn't the only one with an erection, but he was the only one whose boner stood straight up in a perpendicular manner.

While the women in the crowd were demure and civilized, James could see them nudging and whispering to each other, and he was beginning to feel embarrassed. 

After each contestant was introduced they walked around the stage in a circular manner while some disco music blared. The women applauded. This ended round one. The men could finally return to the tent and relax while the women voted on their favorites. Four men would be selected for the next round, which would begin in about thirty minutes.

While the men were on stage Olga had stood guard while Elena went inside the tented storage area and searched the men's belongings. She found no diamond. 

Inside the contestant's tent the college girls were still hanging around, as well as the women who had been hired to make themselves available should any contestant require a little 'help'. James was not interested in receiving any help, since he was on duty, but he knew that he'd have trouble getting through the next thirty minutes. His erection had not abated and, for some reason, seeing all the clothed women in the tent was starting to arouse him even more. So he decided to walk outside the tent.

It was not the wisest decision, for as soon as James left the tented area the first person he saw was Olga. Like a divining rod in search of water, Mr. Penis led James directly towards her. James was all smiles, but Olga was trying to act like she didn't know him. It wasn't a personal decision, but rather one of duty. She had a job to do. However, James had forgotten about the assignment and was intent on chatting up Olga, or even better, have her admire his massive boner. How James would have loved for Olga to grab it and maybe slap it around. And kiss it! Mr. Penis was yet to feel the warmth of Olga's lips or the tickle of her tongue, and James excitedly wondered if and when that might happen. James would even love to have those steel balls hanging down from under his cock-head, putting so much tension on his shaft that he could feel the semen as it slowly inched its way upwards towards the opening at its tip. His penis had never ached for a woman way it ached for Olga.

James stood before Olga, showing off his bulging manhood, when suddenly a gust of wind swept through the area and Olga's skirt blew up for a brief moment. She quickly caught her hem and lowered it, but not before James caught sight of her panties. She was wearing white ones today! Olga's face turned bright red. She was embarrassed by what had happened. She assumed correctly that James had seen her underwear and was hoping that nobody else had. How could she not have known that James caught a peek? His eyes had lit up like a Christmas tree and his cock had bounced up and down a couple of times. It was hard for her to ignore those signs. James grabbed her by the arm and said, "let's go inside," and before Olga knew it, she and James were inside the small, tented, storage area.

"Olga," James implored, "I need you; please, I can't wait," and he attempted to have her take hold of Mr. Penis.

"Olga working," she replied sternly, and cupped her hand and shook it in the universal sign language that needed no translation. 

"Oh Olga, I am so horny," James pleaded.

"Olga watch...okay."

"Please, Olga...," but before James could say another word Olga brought her leg back made it look as if he was one more word away from becoming one of her patented ball-busting victims. James resigned himself to having it her way. 

Although this wasn't James' first choice, it was clearly his second, so without further delay he began to jerk his massive, 14 inch, fully erect penis. Olga's accidental panty sighting had sent him over the edge. The fact that she seemed embarrassed made it all the more arousing. James was in masturbation heaven. He was so overcome by desire that he stroked his cock furiously, jerking so hard that he was momentarily forgot his surroundings. He needed an orgasm and he needed it bad. Within two minutes his breathing had gotten heavy and his body began to spasm. He placed one hand on a table to balance himself as he neared blast off.

"Olga...I'm...I'M GONNA CUM," he shrieked, and he let loose with a long steady blast of semen that showed no sign of interruption. It almost looked as if he was peeing, so voluminous and consistent was his eruption, a steady flow of love juice that went on and on for about three or four seconds before slowing down. The remainder of his ejaculation came out in shorter spurts, and James grunted and gasped in relief as he drained his massive penis in orgasmic delight. His limp body sagged, as he was overcome with satisfaction.

James knelt down and kissed Olga's boot as an act of submission. Having her there as he sought relief was so thrilling that James wondered how he could ever be aroused by another woman. James looked up from Olga's boot, as he wanted to see her face after his display of devotion, but all this did was give him an unobstructed view of her white panties, and from this angle he could see the outline of her cunt lips. He hoped and prayed that one ejaculation would be sufficient to get him through the rest of the afternoon, but if Olga kept exposing her panties to James under her short skirt, there was no telling what might happen. 

They went back outside and a lot of commotion was going on. One of the contestants, Toshi, was writhing on the ground in pain, holding on to his penis, which was bleeding. Kelly and Fiona were the first to reach him.

"Jesus," said Kelly, he must have cut himself while doing...well, let's be blunt...he must have been fucking." Kelly based her conclusion on the fact that Toshi's cock was still sheathed inside a condom. The tip of the condom had been torn, and blood trickled out of it from the top of Toshi's penis tip.

There was a pause, as Kelly tenderly tried to comfort Toshi. She gently removed the condom. Someone came over with a towel and a small first-aid kit, and Kelly took the towel and carefully pressed it against Toshi's penis tip to stop the bleeding, and she then took some ointment cream and, using the tip of her finger, gingerly dabbed the damaged area with the healing ointment.

By now a crowd had gathered. Fiona filled Lisa in on what had happened. What could have caused the accident? After a moment's pause they both blurted out the same answer. The diamond! 

"I can't believe it," Lisa exclaimed, "but someone must have had the diamond inside their vagina."

"Or butt-hole," countered Fiona.

"What?"

"Oh yeah, he's gay. I'm sure of it."

"Well, we don't really know for certain if the cut was caused by a diamond, but who would put a diamond in their butt?"

"Lisa, don't you see? A man who is naked would put a diamond there. It couldn't have been a vagina, because the thief is a contestant. Where else could a naked man hide a diamond?"

"In that case, said Lisa, "this is the break we've been waiting for. All we have to do is find the person Toshi was with and we have the thief!"

"There, there," cooed Kelly, as she caressed the top of Toshi's penis with the ointment. "Everything's going to be okay." Noticing that a crowd of people had surrounded them, she said, "why don't you all go about your business. Everything's under control here. He'll be all right."

Toshi appeared to be responding well to treatment. The bleeding had stopped and the pain and subsided, and his cock was responding favorably to Kelly's attention. She certainly noticed that it was stiffening in her hand. 

"Kelly, we have to talk with you," said Fiona, excitedly.

"Not now," she hissed, "can't you see I'm busy?"

Fiona persisted however, and she quickly apprised Kelly of the situation. They asked Toshi who he had been with when he got cut, but all he could do was utter an undecipherable mumble and wail. Maybe he really was from Japan, and Kelly and Fiona had a difficult time trying to understand them. 

Fiona, impatient, left Toshi to Kelly's care and, taking Lisa with her, began to count the remaining men. They presumed that the thief had fled the scene, and if there was anybody missing from the scene then they would be the prime suspect.




James: Mr. Nude International Pt. 05



Bruno and James, meanwhile, saw Lisa and Fiona come into the tent, but were oblivious to their conclusion. The two girls, decided to search the grounds, as there were nine men in the tent, plus Toshi. That meant that two men were missing, and one of the missing men was Leon. That definitely made him suspect number one.

They ran into Elena.

"We're looking for a black man with an enormously large penis," Fiona told her, with bated breath. "We think he may have the diamond." They split up, better to cover more ground, and began to search everywhere. Lisa saw Olga stoically standing guard and told her who they were looking for.

"Again, black man," she said. Lisa eventually came to understand that Leon had been a victim of Olga's boot, although she thought it happened today, not yesterday.

"You may have kicked the thief."

"Olga no like black man. He...he..." Olga was trying to say the word 'insult', but was having trouble. Unable to wait, Lisa left Olga standing by the tented storage area. But as Lisa was leaving she said to Olga, "apprehend the black man if you see him." 

"Olga do more," she said, and she made a kicking motion with her booted leg. 

Kelly was unmoved by the drama that was unfolding. All she knew was that she had a tender penis in her hand, a very large tender penis, one that had become fully erect and was close to 12 inches. Kelly lost out on Bruno, but Toshi was hers. She stroked his cock, being careful to keep her hand on his shaft and away from his cock-head and penis tip. Toshi didn't say much, but instead just laid down on the grass and accepted his fate and enjoyed the moment. He was used to woman itching for a chance to get their hands on his cock. Kelly's stroking felt good and the pain had mostly subsided. Kelly considered what she was doing as therapeutic, seeing that he had an accident and all. She would always think that, because Toshi was grimacing in pain as the semen shot out of his penis tip, leaving no doubt as to the seriousness of his injury. But all things considered, Toshi probably thought that it was a fair sacrifice, absorb a little pain in return for a nice hand job which had a happy ending!

Kelly mopped up the spilt semen from Toshi's chest with the towel and he was good-to-go. Perfect timing too, because they were announcing the four finalists, and he was one of them, along with James, Bruno and Prince Sonny Obefami.

Kelly took her place by the stage and was delighted to see that would be escorting all four finalists, Lisa and Fiona being otherwise distracted in their search for the thief.

Surprisingly, Leon/Prince Sonny showed up just in time to hear his name called, and we pranced out onto the stage, escorted by Kelly, who was discreetly trying to get a good look at his package without being too obvious. 

Each man had his name called, took a step forward and soaked up the applause. Disco music played and each man was encouraged to shake his booty. If, as hoped, their gigantic penises flapped to and fro in the process, so much the better.

Finally the emcee came over and stood by each man and introduced them individually. The winner would be decided by audience applause. The first time around Toshi clearly received less applause than the others, so he was excused from the stage.

"Remember," said the emcee, "only applaud for your favorite one," and she re-introduced each contestant. As fate would have it, each of the three remaining contestants received an equal amount of applause. It was a three way tie.

"There's only one way to settle this," said the emcee, smiling. She was an attractive, tall brunette, about thirty years old, dressed conservatively in a pink dress that reached down to her knees. Thus, she did nothing for Mr. Penis. All James cared about nowadays was miniskirts, thanks to Olga. 

"Ladies, do you hear me," the emcee repeated, this time a little louder. "I said, there's only one way to settle the tie. The audience tittered nervously. Slowly, like a steam engine train gathering speed, she said, "jerk...jerk...jerk," and kept repeating it until the ladies in the audience caught on and began to shout in unison, "jerk...jerk...jerk..."

Kelly got caught up in the moment and she too found herself saying, "jerk...jerk...jerk..."

James looked awkwardly at Bruno and Leon. They didn't seem to mind, and acted as if they were up for the challenge. Had Olga been present then perhaps James might have felt more inclined to beat his meat, but at the moment she was still guarding the storage area. 

"Okay ladies," said the emcee with excitement. "Your please have been heard. There is only one fair way to pick a winner!" The women in the crowd were caught up in the moment and were sharing in the excitement. The emcee was good at inciting them.

"Okay men, I'll count to three and then you commence jerking. The winner will be the first one to reach orgasm." The ladies howled with delight. "Can we have a little music please?"

The disco music came on and the audience counted down with the emcee: "three, two, one, JERK!"

No sooner were the words uttered then Bruno and Leon began to stroke their penises, which were already semi-hard before they even began. Leon's cock was enormous once it got erect, probably 15 inches, which was bigger than James, much bigger, because at the moment James was timidly pulling on his cock, and it barely registered 10 inches on the size meter. James was clearly not into it, and it showed.

Lisa and Fiona showed up to the stage area and were more than a little surprised to see the masturbation contest was in progress. But they were really surprised to see Leon on the stage.

The contest ended quickly, as it took only a few minutes for Bruno to spill his seed. In response to the wild applause that followed, he flexed his muscles and posed in various positions. The emcee came over and kissed him on the cheek. Leon's monster cook began drooping ever so slightly as he left the stage in defeat, but even in defeat his cock was able to inspire shock and awe, as Lisa, Kelly and Fiona duly noted. 

"Hey, we want to talk with you," Fiona said to Leon, who just glared at them. Not only was he upset about not

winning the contest, and its $500 award, but his cock was in need of relief and he didn't like the idea of dealing with the girl in the pink dress. Backstage he would find a girl more than willing to chow down on his monster cock, and that was where he was headed.

Perhaps Fiona was a little too aggressive in her pursuit, perhaps Leon was a little too grouchy about his current condition, but the confrontation got louder and ruder. Fiona kept grabbing him by the shoulder and he kept pushing her arm away. Fiona then announced that she was a police officer and that he was under arrest. Leon took off, with Fiona in pursuit. 

Olga meanwhile was still standing guard, and she saw Leon running in her direction. She stood motionless, as if she was passively watching, but as soon as Leon came close to where Olga was standing she adroitly braced her forearm and stepped forward and thrust it directly across Leon's neck as he passed, which felled him immediately. Fiona pounced on him, with Lisa in close pursuit. Soon it dawned on Bruno, James and Kelly, who were just walking off the stage, that something was going on, and within a few moments Leon was subdued, with four of LA's finest and two of Russia's finest enclosing him in a circle. That Bruno and James were completely naked, and that Bruno's cock was glistening with freshly spilled semen, seemed perfectly normal to the clothed women. And it also seemed perfectly normal that another naked man, one with a penis that would have shamed even James, he of the 14 inch hard-on, was in their grasp. Just another day at the office...

They may have had their man, but still, there was no diamond.

The bar had closed and the patrons were beginning to leave, unaware of all the drama that had taken place. Don Watkins closed up shop and began to walk around the premises, and he soon met with Elena. This, naturally, made Don very happy, and Elena too, as she was quite taken with the handsome, virile man. That Don's penis was regulation size pleased her even more. While it was pleasant to stare at the really big ones, an average sized cock suited her just fine. Elena was a little distracted when she came upon Don, but she soon succumbed to his charm, and before she knew it Don had escorted her to a secret spot he had discovered on the grounds where they could have some privacy. One thing led to another, and before Elena knew it, she and Don were locked in an embrace and they were both in the process of removing their clothes, after which Don pounced on her like a man possessed and they began to make love.

This, as it turned out, was a big mistake for Elena, as we will soon discover...



James: Mr. Nude International Pt. 06



Leon was wondering what the hell he had done to find himself in the position that he was in. He was kneeling on the ground, naked as the day he was born, surrounded by three women in pink dresses, two naked men, one of whom he knew as a police officer, and a crazy woman in a police uniform who needed to register herself as a lethal weapon. They kept asking him about a diamond, but Leon knew nothing and said nothing.

They searched his clothes and possessions, but found no jewel. But this might have meant that he had already passed the jewel to his connection.

"I think Leon might be telling the truth," said James.

"Based on what," asked Fiona?

"Based on the fact that Leon doesn't swing both ways...at least not to my knowledge. No way he'd allow someone to stick their dick in his ass."

"Hmmn, good point," admitted Fiona, "but we can still take him down to headquarters and hold him on suspicion."

Leon was allowed to dress and he voluntarily agreed to go with Fiona to the station. The way he figured it, this was the beginning of a wrongful arrest lawsuit.

"Someone find the Japanese guy and bring him down to the station and see whether he can identify Leon," said Fiona as she left the scene with her prisoner in tow.

"I'll get him," Kelly said.

"I bet you will," teased Lisa.

Don and Elena were passionate for each other, which perhaps explains why Elena willingly submitted to his advances. Being surrounded by naked men all day had an arousing effect on Elena - as it would most any woman - and Don was the perfect antidote to the longing sensation that she felt inside her. She cast aside all thoughts other than satisfying her desire with the handsome, virile Don. The other girls could have the donkey-dicked James and the muscular moron Bruno; Don suited Elena just fine. 

Don expertly inserted his penis inside Elena's welcoming vagina, but a few short thrusts later he withdrew in pain, much as Toshi had earlier. He wasn't bleeding, but he had lost some skin on his penis tip and it was scratched and raw. He didn't have the benefit of a condom to take the edge of the sharp object which had done the damage. Don made so much bellowing that it attracted attention, and his secret spot was secret no more. 

"Don," exclaimed Kelly, who was first on the scene. "What the..." Kelly was shocked to see that Don had undergone the same fate as Toshi. Lisa, who was next on the scene, summed up the situation, and calmly said, "Okay Elena, you can take out the diamond."

Elena did. "I took it off of the black man. I needed a safe place to store it...and..." Elena was slightly embarrassed by her nudity, but as the three men who were present were also naked, her embarrassment wasn't as bad as it could have been. "...I forgot that I had it in there," Elena continued, breathing a sigh of relief; having a diamond stored in her vagina was not a pleasant sensation. "I was looking to tell you, but I saw Don, and...well, one thing led to another," she said, sheepishly. "I tricked Leon into thinking that I was his contact."

It was plausible, but skepticism remained. There was protocol to think about too. Best to let the Captain sort things out.

Elena and Don dressed hurriedly. Leon had been taken into custody by Fiona and was on his way to the police station for questioning. Lisa took the diamond from Kelly and placed it in her pocket. Olga and Bruno looked at each other, although it would be more accurate to say that Olga and a naked Bruno, whose muscles were glistening with sweat and whose penis was glistening with dried semen, looked at each other. They didn't like the idea of the diamond in the hands of the LAPD. It belonged to Russia. Naturally they thought that it should be given to them for safekeeping, but this was not their turf, so they had to go along with the LAPD's decision. The wind had kicked up and Olga used her hand to keep her skirt from rising. A naked James was overjoyed to see Olga trying to preserve her modesty. He may not have been too excited about participating in the contest to determine the winner of the competition, but he was very excited now. Simply being in the presence of Olga, in any capacity, had an intoxicating effect on him. Mr. Penis began its slow but inexorable rise to flagpole status.

"This has been an eventful day," said Lisa. "We may have caught the thief", referring to Leon, "and we have the diamond, which is the most important thing. Let's return to the station and celebrate our success." Lisa was being slightly diplomatic, as Elena was definitely in a suspicious situation. Perhaps she and Leon were in cahoots and he had passed the jewel on to her, perhaps not, but it was up to their superiors to work that out. Their job was done.

Bruno went off to get his clothes as everyone tried to figure out how they would proceed to the station. Kelly offered to take Elena in her car, as she wanted to keep the Russian in her sight. Don, gallantly, suggested that he ride with Fiona and Elena. Lisa was thrilled to offer Bruno a ride to headquarters, eyeballing his muscular butt as he headed to the storage area. And Olga...

Olga and James lingered at the spot for a moment after everyone had left. "I guess it's you and me," said James, quite aware of the fact that his penis was hovering between 12 and 13 inches. Now that he and Olga were alone, it would not take long for his gigantic cock to max out at 14 inches, so he presumed, and he thanked his lucky star for putting him in this situation. But Olga had a strange look on her face. "What's the matter," James asked?

"Olga not happy."

"Why not? We have the diamond."

"Something wrong. Don't know. Olga not happy."

They left it at that and walked back to the storage area, James' penis swaying like a pendulum with each step. He hoped that Olga would take notice of it and do something that would lead to an ejaculation. Yes, that's what Mr. Penis needed. An ejaculation would relieve the tension that was building in his cock.

Unfortunately Olga was not happy, and made no attempt to relieve James' tension. 

James went inside the storage area, but his clothes were gone. He came back out, perturbed.

"Olga," he said anxiously, "my clothes...where are they?"

Olga shrugged her shoulders. "Don't know," she said.

"But...but...you, you were...how can this be?" James felt crushed. He couldn't return to the police station naked. He'd have to stop home first and get some clothes. But he didn't have his keys, so how would he get inside his apartment? He could call Kristy...no...wait, he didn't have his cell phone either. They could drive to the hospital and borrow Kristy's keys, but how to explain his nude state, not to mention the presence of a pretty young woman in a very short skirt, for he'd have to send Olga inside the hospital to look for Kristy. And as Elena had once said, it's best not to leave Olga unescorted. In a matter of seconds Mr. Penis was back down to 9 inches.

"What are we going to do," asked a desperate James?

"You have car," Olga asked?

"Yes...but..." James was exasperated. "I don't have the keys. Now what?"

"Come, we go to car," Olga said. She sounded reassuring, but why? James had no way of knowing that Olga had taken James clothes and possessions and stored them in the trunk of his car.

James' car door was locked. He peered inside the window in the vain hope that the keys were in the ignition. They weren't.

"Olga help, okay?" Olga removed a small file from her pocket and within seconds the door to James' automobile was open.

"Can you start the engine?"

Olga motioned for James to stand back. She slid on her back down the seat and reached under the dashboard. Doing so, however, caused her skirt to rise and Olga's white panties were exposed. First a slight flash right at the crotch, and then, as Olga strained to reach the wiring under the dashboard, the skirt kept lifting higher and higher until the entire bottom half of her delightful white panties came into sight. 

James was captivated, virtually drooling, and his penis, unencumbered by the restriction of clothing, sprung upward rapidly as if it had been shot out of a cannon. Within seconds he was at full mast. Olga knew that she was in a vulnerable position, but she pretended that she was unaware of it. She hadn't known James for long, but she was already an expert when it concerned his perversions. He better have a full erection when I get out of this position, she thought to herself, and she was not disappointed when she rose up from under the dashboard, the car's engine purring away. She acted as if she did not know why James had gone from 9 inches to 14 inches; she figured that he'd prefer it that way.

"Drive," she commanded.

"I can't get in like this," James complained, referring to his erection. Olga glared at him sternly. It was a silent message: do as I say or else you'll feel the wrath of my boot. Actually Olga was looking forward to giving James a hard kick to his testicles. It would be a good test of just how tough a man he was, and she knew it was going to happen eventually. Olga had a yearning to kick James hard in testicles. It had been building up since the days she first saw his mammoth specimen. It was her way of testing a man's mettle. Under the right circumstances, it could be an expression of her love.

"Where do we go now," James asked?

"We go hotel," Olga announced.

"Hotel? I can't go there naked." Olga gave him another look that said: do as I say. 

James felt awkward as he drove. He'd have been mortified if anyone saw the situation that he was in. Olga sat demurely with her knees together, but her skirt had risen up on his thighs and James was within a fraction of an inch of getting another panty peek.

"Keep eyes on driving," Olga said, and she was right. James was spending more time staring at her milky white thighs than he was on the road, but eventually they reached the hotel without incident and entered the underground parking lot.

Olga said, "you wait." James watched her pretty little bottom as she walked to the elevator. Man, was she sexy. His penis was a slave to her eroticism. As he waited, James absent-mindedly began to slap his cock around, receiving pleasure as it stiffened. He'd be 14 inches by the time she returned. And then James had an idea. He'd stroke himself to the point where he was moments away from cumming, and then, as soon as Olga returned to the car, he'd greet her with a massive blast of semen. He had done it to Kristy a few nights ago, and now it was Olga's turn. In James' mind, this was a way of expressing his love.

Olga returned to the car sooner than James had expected. His timing was a little off, and when Olga opened the car door he was not yet ready to spurt. However, his cock was monster-sized and he was stroking it ever harder, trying to make up for lost time. He was getting close to the point of no return.

"You pervert," Olga said, not enchanted with James' display of love. It was a statement, not a question. "Too much..." and Olga used her arm and hand to make the universal sign for masturbation. That was a buzz kill, and James immediately stopped his jerking and left Mr. Penis unattended, twitching and pulsating, clearly begging for some relief. 

Olga went around to James' side of the car, and without warning pulled him out of his seat and, before he knew what happened, she punched him hard in the stomach. It knocked the wind out of him. James slumped down on his hands and knees, gasping for breath. Olga stepped in behind him and reached down and grabbed his balls. She had no trouble finding them, as they were extra-large, befitting a man with a penis the size of James'. Olga squeezed them just hard enough for James to know that she meant business, and she followed that by increasing the strength of her squeeze until James cried out. That's when she released her hold, as she now knew his breaking point. That would come in handy later. It was also fortunate that there were no other people around in the underground parking garage. 

"No more, that..." and Olga again used her hand and arm in place or words. You'd have thought that she would have learned how to say 'masturbation' by now, after hanging out with James for a few days.

When James was finally able to stand up his cock had shrunk back down to 9 inches, but it was still feeling the effect of having been so close to orgasm. It wasn't drooping straight down, like it usually did when it was flaccid, but rather was extending out a little. Olga handed James one of her skirts that she had retrieved from her hotel room.

"Olga, I can't wear this," said James, embarrassed, "it's too small." Olga reached into her bag and pulled out a pair on her panties and handed them to James. They were the same shade of blue as the ones she was wearing yesterday.

"Here," she said. James knew that there was no way he could get her panties over his massive cock, even in its 9 inch state, but he did take the opportunity to caress them with his hands. He brought them up to his face and sniffed them see whether he could detect a feminine odor. Alas, they had not yet been worn. But nonetheless, James' penis was starting to grow again. Just having her panties in his hand was an incredible turn-on.

He handed them back to Olga. "Thanks, but I can't wear them." He then took her skirt and stepped into it, gingerly manipulating his cock to where it could be covered up. As it had begun to stiffen again, he pressed it against his body and tried to secure it to the waistband of the skirt, hoping that it wouldn't flop out. He watched Olga as she watched him. God, she was so beautiful. James never desired a woman the way he did Olga...uh oh...

A bulge had formed out from the outline of the skirt that he had on, and the bulge quickly turned into a tent. "This isn't going to work," he said to Olga.

"Get close," Olga ordered, and she strode off to the elevator. James rushed to get in step behind her. He still looked like and felt like an idiot, but at least his erection was hidden from plain sight. 

They strode through the hotel lobby. What an odd couple. A woman in a strange military-styled, police uniform, closely followed by a man who was naked except for a woman's mini-skirt that barely covered his private parts. James pressed against his cock with his hand, desperate to prevent it from flopping out. The scene was so bizarre that it may have helped them, because onlookers were too bemused to say or do anything.

Luckily the elevator came quickly and they rode up to Olga's room without any other passengers.

"Whew, that was close," James said. The first thing he did upon entering Olga's room was to remove the skirt that he had on. Now that he was safe he began to relax, and his cock was being stimulated at the thought of being in Olga's hotel room. The last time he was here he had four orgasms. Mr. Penis had a good memory and was responding favorably to the stimuli.

James' cock sprung out and stood at attention as soon as the skirt had hit the floor. He let down his guard as he stepped out of it, and thus he did not see Olga gearing up to attack him. But she did, kicking him somewhat forcefully in the shin. It wasn't her best shot, but it was sufficient.

"Hey," James cried, hopping on one leg. Unfortunately for James, this left him extremely vulnerable, and Olga swiftly went in for the kill, kicking him as hard as she could in the testicles. She scored a direct hit, like the pro that she was. Olga beamed with confidence following the landing of a near fatal blow

James quickly crumpled to the floor, moaning in pain, grabbing his balls like they were about to fall off. Olga stood over him, triumphant, not saying a word. James slowly waited for the pain to subside. When it did he feigned a move to make it appear that he was about to stand up, but instead of doing that he reach up, grabbed Olga's skirt by the hem and pulled it down as hard and as fast as he could. Olga's skirt stayed on, but the momentum caused her to stumble, and she tripped over James' body and fell over him on to the floor in a face down position. Her skirt flew up as she did, and James' face was inches away from white panty heaven, as her backside was completely exposed!

James was no slouch in the self-defense department, and he pounced on Olga, turning her around and pinning her shoulders with his knees. This was fun. James' balls might have been a little sore, but his cock was rock hard, and he raised himself up and leaned forward so that the tip of his penis was pressed against Olga's mouth.

"Suck it," he demanded. But Olga pressed her lips together and refused to open them. It appeared that James was in a superior position, but Olga knew that he was a pervert and that time was on her side. So she laid a trap for him. She stuck out her tongue and delicately licked it back and forth across the tip of James massive penis. It felt like a jolt of electricity was pouring through his body. James leaned his head back and was content to enjoy the moment, losing himself in the pleasure that was being given to his bone-hard penis. That, as it turned out, was a big mistake, for as soon as Olga sensed that he had lost his concentration she lifted the bottom half of her body, which was enough to tilt James' position, and one knee came off of her shoulder. That was the opening she needed. Moving like a cat, she was able to use her free arm to yank James off of her. As she was doing so she simultaneously she bit down on James' cock as hard as she could. 

Before James could even let out a cry of pain Olga had reversed his advantage. He was now lying face down on the floor. Olga had him expertly pinned, with one knee in the small of his back and the other bearing down on the back of his neck. With her free hand she reached under James, grabbed his boner and pulled it straight back, using the weight of James' body to secure it on the ground, pointing backwards, in what must have been a very awkward and painful position. James felt as if his penis was about to break off. If only he didn't have a boner. But he did; for once he was the victim of his own perversion.

"Okay Olga, you win," James pleaded. "I give up." Olga stood up over him but kept one leg on his back, in a classic victory pose.

"You do as I say, ja?"

"Yes, anything," he meekly whimpered.

"Get on hands and knees," she ordered, and he did. Olga went to the closet. James wondered what his punishment was going to be, but he was optimistic that it would eventually lead to ejaculation. Olga might not know it, but his wildest fantasy was about to begin. From the minute he met her all he wanted was to be dominated by her. He had tried to break her, but she was too wily for him, so instead he would become a willing participant in whatever crazy plan she had for him.

Olga returned with a riding crop. James was on his hands and knees, facing away from her, so he had no idea what she was about to do. The first thing Olga did was to whack him hard on the butt with the crop. James bit his lip. He was determined to not let Olga know he was in pain.

Olga reached down and spread on of his legs. This enabled his testicles to dangle down, and Olga made sure that the next whack of the riding crop made contact with the back of his balls. That hurt, and James winced, but he tried to accept his punishment as best he could.

WHAP, WHAP, WHAP. 

Three rapid strokes in succession, and James felt as if he might pass out. The riding crop was far more painful than the paddle, at least when used a precision-like manner, in the hands of a capable dominatrix. But despite the pain, the humiliation of the situation was arousing, and James quickly regained his erection. This was about the fifth or sixth time today that Mr. Penis had risen up to its 14 inch status, and still no relief. James could feel his cock swell with un-ejected love juice. He wished that he could have a release. He needed a release. He hadn't had an orgasm since early in the day, when he jacked off inside the storage tent, and that felt like a lifetime ago.




James: Mr. Nude International Pt. 06



Olga quickly got bored with the riding crop. She stood over James, who was still on his hands and knees, wondering what to do next. "Lie on back," she barked.

Once in that position, Olga saw that James was in a state of full arousal. She knew that his cock must have been aching for a release. How to best tease James into thinking that an ejaculation was about to occur, and yet still deny him. That was the question. She was in control. She could do whatever she wanted. This man-child with the donkey dick and the inexhaustible supply of semen was at her mercy. This is what they taught her at the academy. She lived for this moment

But at the same time Olga also knew the limits of James' penis. He was such a horn-dog that his cock could explode at any minute, even without her doing anything to incite it. James was one of a kind. Olga was intrigued by the way James' penis reacted, how it was constantly waging a battle between firmness and softness. She also accepted that she had the best fuck of her life with James. That had happened out of nowhere; Olga had just gotten caught up in the moment. And it was kind of cute the way he acted towards her; like a little puppy dog. 

Olga liked teasing James and toying with him, but she also began to think how good she felt when James had rammed his big cock into her vagina yesterday. She couldn't mount him now; he'd cum in seconds. But if he shot off a load first, perhaps she could extend her pleasure.

Olga began to think of the best way to get James to ejaculate. She could always have him masturbate, but that was already getting stale. Time to try something else. 

Olga sat down at the edge of the bed and summoned James to her. She had him lie down at her feet. She took a pillow and had James place it under his head. That way he would not have to strain his neck to check out her milky white thighs. Olga grabbed James' legs and pulled them up towards her. His body was now at a forty-five degree angle. Olga admired James' cock, which was bulging. The veins were practically popping out. Taking her thumb and forefinger, she carefully massaged his shaft, digging her nail right into a huge vein on the underside of the shaft. Mr. Penis was oozing and leaking with pre-cum. 

By simply using her finger and thumb she had James panting and grunting. Olga's hand was so gentle, so warm, James' cock twitched and ached for release. James could look up and see a trace of white panty between her legs, but this thrill was nothing compared to the pleasure that Olga's fingers were bring to Mr. Penis. The fluids in his cock were surging to the top. James wished that he could bottle this sensation and keep it forever, but before he could come to grips with that thought, he let out a loud roar. 

Olga had angled his cock perfectly, and the first blast of semen exploded on to James' forehead. Blast after blast of the warm white stick stuff kept spurting out, each subsequent one spraying in several directions. Semen clogged his eyes, his nose, his hair, and his chin. He could feel the warmth of the liquid on his lips. James was so overcome with the spasms of orgasmic delight that he barely noticed, or cared, where the semen was ending up. Olga, his darling Olga, had taken care of him. He knew she would, or at least he hoped that she would. She really did care about him. 

That was the moment that James decided he would throw away his life, if necessary, and do anything Olga asked of him. Anything. 

Olga was standing up, surveying the damage. James was lying blissfully and contentedly on the floor. His cock was still hard, if not total erect. But that would change soon. 

Olga removed her skirt and bent down to take off her panties. James was in orgasm heaven and he didn't even bother to enjoy the view. Olga noticed. He'll pay for that, she thought, removing her blouse and bra. That donkey dick will be begging for mercy by the time I'm through with him. 

THE END



James: Mr. Nude International



Without being asked, Don stripped off his clothes, saying, "we might as well find out if I have the right stuff for Mister Nude International." He beamed with delight as he stood there naked, presuming that everyone would appreciate his openness.

For a brief moment nobody said anything. Elena finally broke the silence. She turned to the corner of the room and said, "Olga..."

Special Agent Olga Ekaterina Danilova rose from her seat and slowly walked over to Don Watkins, who was beside himself with pleasure. Being naked felt liberating. And now this delectable little morsel of Russian womanhood was coming over to him. Don hoped that she was approaching to inspect his manhood more closely, to see if he was competition-worthy. Maybe, just maybe, she might even pull on it a little, although that was probably expecting too much.

Olga stopped about two feet from where Don stood. THUMP!

With a loud groan Don collapsed on to the floor, writhing in pain. He rolled over on to his back and leaned from side to side, holding his testicles with both hands.

Before anyone could foresee it, Olga had struck like a panther, kicking Don hard with her pointed leather boots, at the exact spot where he was most vulnerable. It was done swiftly and surely, with astonishing precision, right on the underside of his testicles, which is the most sensitive area. It happened quickly and unexpectedly, and it was over before anyone had realized what she had done. It was the work of a professional. James, who had a one-track mind, had only one regret, which was that he didn't react quick enough to check out Olga's rising skirt when her booted leg had whipped into action, for surely he had lost an opportunity for a panty sighting. 

Two things came to mind as Don Watkins slowly lifted himself to an upright position. One was that it was bad protocol to hurt a fellow officer like that, especially someone with whom they were collaborating. But on the other hand, Don had been a little forward, and the Russians had simply demonstrated that they didn't suffer fools gladly. 

Eventually it was James' turn to strip naked. He was a little more bashful than Bruno and Don, but he knew that he had no choice, so he gritted his teeth and got on with it. He braced himself for the usual gasps and looks of wonderment, but the reaction was restrained. Lisa Podolski had surely informed Kelly and Fiona about his unique gift, so they were most likely prepared for the unveiling of the beast. And the Captain would not take kindly to their teasing or any other type of behavior that would lead to James' embarrassment. Thus the women were remarkably subdued. Nudity didn't seem to faze Elena, and Boris and Don were already naked, although James thought he detected a slight nod from Boris, which he took as a sign of respect. 

As for Olga...James had only one request of Mr. Penis, which was that it behaved itself and not stiffen up while it was on display. Were that to happen it would be a humiliation that would be hard to put behind him. The best way to remain flaccid, he rationalized, would be to avoid looking at Olga at all times. Don't even think about Olga, he told himself, pretend that she doesn't even exist. And it worked...to some extent. James' cock swung a little upon its release from the confinement of his clothes, and as he stood there he could sense that it was wavering between being fully soft and partially hard. Luckily, it didn't rise too much, and probably did not get up past10 inches. However, James could sense that his penis was one incident away from going mental on him, but that incident didn't occur.

It was quickly determined, in a professional way of course, that James would have no problem making the cut with Mister Nude International. Don had at last recovered from his ball-busting trauma, and he accepted the news well when it was decided that he could be better utilized in another capacity, and Captain Mathers said that she'd use her contacts get him a position as a waiter or bartender with the catering company. Business concluded, the men got dressed. 

Before they departed the Captain suggested that her squad take their Russian counterparts to a getting-to-know-you-better dinner that evening. And since it was being paid for by police funds, they decided to meet up at a fashionable and expensive restaurant and nightclub. Elena and her team were staying at the Beverly Hills Hotel, a very posh place, and a limousine and driver had been placed at their disposal. It was decided that they'd meet up at 7:00 that evening at a swanky restaurant in Santa Monica, as the Russians had expressed an interest in being near the ocean.