Breakdown
Ian Sprackling came from a humble background. He's worked hard and double-crossed more than a few people to get to the high powered sales position he has today. Now that he's made it, he will do anything in his power to make certain he stays on top and let every sorry loser he encounters know who has the biggest balls.
Ian loves the feeling of driving his flash car along the motorway in the early afternoon, speeding past all those little villages with their little people.
He's very particular about his appearance, always making sure he looks the part. Image is everything to him.
He presses the pedal down accelerating faster.
He shifts it up a gear higher. The motor hums in response and he feels himself shooting past everyone and everything.
Ian feels on top of the world being one step away from making a massive sale that will probably lead him to getting a promotion.
Suddenly his phone sounds off playing the theme tune to Big Brother.
“Oh hi Carol,” he says using the condescending tone he keeps especially for people who rank beneath him at work.
“Where am I?”
He grins deeply knowing he’s about to do something that makes him a massive cunt. But, who cares if it’ll help him get ahead?
“About half an hour away from getting the Fitzgerald contract signed.”
“Yes, yes I know. Let’s just say Richard got the lead but as senior sales I should be the one to close the deal.”
“I don’t care what he thinks. There is the small matter of who receives the bonus but since it will be MY signature on the contract…ha ha.”
“Well Richard can swivel. I’ll be in Old Man Fitzgerald’s office first, and that‘s all that counts.”
“Oh Richard’s on to me?" he says sounding genuinely worried. "Fuck!”
“Doesn’t matter. I’ll be there a good hour before he turns up. He’ll just lose out on the bonus AND make a complete fool of himself.”
“Now make sure you have it all typed up before leaving tonight. Ciao!” he says and ends the call.
He cackles with delight and slaps the steering wheel in excitement. It feels good to be ahead of the game.
“Dirty bitch. £30,000 bonus in the bag!” he says to himself.
He cranks up another gear.
Pushes down on the accelerator harder.
Now he’s flying! There’s no way Richard will get to the client before he does.
He can picture that bozo gritting his teeth, doing his best to reach Fitzgerald first.
This is how Ian got to where he is today. His philosophy is: you see a chance to get ahead and grab it... No matter who you have to step over.
Suddenly a Mercedes appears behind him going even faster than he is.
Ian doesn’t notice it, lost in his fantasy picturing that loser Richard weeping at the loss of this incredibly profitable contract.
The car speeds past so quickly that it would be impossible to see who is inside anyway.
There is just a faint blur of long hair as the car is packed full.
Ian sniggers to himself, completely oblivious to everything around him.
The Mercedes suddenly lurches in front of him.
It cuts right in front of him.
Ian has to stomp on his break to stop himself from slamming into the back.
Ian feels his heart leap up into his throat in surprise.
The car tyres screech as he narrowly avoids colliding with them.
For a terrifying second, he sees his big important life flash before his eyes.
“Wanker!” he shouts.
He slams the car horn absolutely enraged.
Who does that piece of shit think he is? He peers at the car trying to get a look at who it is.
It’s difficult to see who is inside, but through the light flashing off the rear windshield he gets a glimpse.
‘Oh,’ he thinks. ‘Bitches.’
He tightens his lips, embarrassed that some woman could get the better of him.
“The World is full of naughty bitches!”
He pauses for a moment keeping the car at a steady pace.
It seems to him like these ladies need a good lesson in who rules this road.
He tears off his glasses, hard-eyed and determined.
Nobody can treat him like shit and get away with it.
The car is speeding ahead of him like those ladies have got something important to get to. He thinks the mall is probably about to close.
He hits the accelerator and zooms forward.
He can feel his heart racing with the speed of the chase, his blood pumping hotly through his body.
“Fucking bitches. You’ll be sorry you messed with Sprackling!”
It burns him up seeing that the girls are speeding ahead.
His fingers are trembling with excitement. It means everything in the world to him at this moment to beat these women.
His car feels like an extension of himself, sleek and powerful.
The motor grinds hard as he picks up in speed.
He races forward, well past the speed limit.
The tension rises as he quickly gains up on them.
There’s no thought to what he’s doing. He’s all determination right now.
His eyes are fixed hungrily on the car ahead.
What he really wants to do is drive over them, flatten those worthless bitches to the ground!
The acid taste of hate fills his mouth. He must prove who is dominant here.
He’s almost upon them, speeding so fast he might slam into the backside of the car.
At the last second, he veers to the right and slides around them.
Riding by, he catches a glimpse of the long-haired ladies out of the corner of his eye.
He glides past feeling infinitely more powerful and faster than they are.
With great pleasure, he speeds by them.
“Who’s your fucking daddy?” he calls out to them.
He grins staring back at them with satisfaction.
Flying forward at top speed he easily cuts in front of them.
He leaves the girls trailing behind and getting hit with the spray of water his car kicks up.
He speeds forward into the distance leaving them behind completely.
The chase gave him such a rush.
He can feel his cock stirring in his pants.
His pulse is racing and he feels incredibly powerful and alive.
It satisfies him deeply to see the car getting smaller and smaller turning into no more than a speck as he races ahead proving, once again, he's on top.
It’s not enough for Ian Sprackling to rule the office; he has to be dominant on the road as well. Now that he’s left the girls choking on his dust, he’s feeling a whole lot better. This could turn out to be one of the best days of his life given the huge deal he’s about to close.
Ian tries to remain straight-faced, but a grin keeps forcing itself on his face. Speeding ahead in front of those women who cut him off makes him overwhelmingly pleased with himself.
It feels like everything is going right for him and he’s on top of the world.
The contract which will give him a thirty grand bonus is still safe on the seat beside him.
After making a turn, he notices the women are still behind him.
He thinks how the dopey female driver must not even have noticed that she cut him off so badly.
She’s probably too busy gossiping with her friends to pay attention to the road.
They run into a bit of traffic and slowly make their way along.
The women’s car keeps close behind him.
Ian’s curious about what the women look like. He wasn’t able to get a good look when he passed.
Although the light is heavily reflecting off from their windshield he can make out bits of the women. They are real lookers.
He tries to peer closer to get a better look at them.
The heated sensation that comes with competition has got his blood pumping, leaving him vaguely horny.
When he becomes sexually excited in the car like this any little trace of sexuality he can soak up enhances his sex drive.
Just a flicker of the hair or a brief glimpse of a woman’s prominent chest excites him.
Even a glance from their penetrating eyes, makes him want to swiftly pull her aside so they can get down and dirty.
He sighs and looks to the road ahead.
It’s best to push it from his thoughts for now. Later, after the contract is signed, he can celebrate going to a strip club. Maybe even hire a girl to go further than stripping.
He’s almost a little disappointed now that the game is over between him and these girls.
The thrill of the chase and gunning ahead to victory is addictive.
He wonders if he slows again and lets them pass around him if he’ll get a better look at the girls, maybe even make some eye contact.
But before he can let them, he notices the car indicating and turning into a petrol station.
They slip away and are gone forever.
Ian muses on how many women like that there must have been in his life. There must have been millions he’s glanced at casually and has imagined fucking in all kinds of ways.
He can’t shake this horny feeling that’s come over him.
His imagination goes wild, thinking of the girls stopping at the station, going into the toilet together.
He imagines them clustering around the mirror, flicking their hair and fixing their make up.
He bets they are checking out their bodies now, giggling and making comments to each other about their figures.
He feels his dick through his trousers. It stiffens uncomfortably in his restrictive pants.
He gently strokes it as it hardens.
Images of the girls flash through his mind. He pictures them all smiling and flirting with the mirror.
Ian caresses his cock getting himself increasingly excited.
He jerked off only last night, yet he’s horny and ready to go again. He’s as addicted to sex as he is with winning.
He feels his balls are full and ready to go.
Now he imagines the girls adjusting their chests, making sure their tits are pushed up to really tempt the men they pass on the road.
He thinks how the dirty girls’ bra straps must slip down a little while they tease and laugh together.
His cock is completely stiff in his trousers.
He can't stop stroking it.
His mind is racing imagining them, frustrated with desire and the need to get off.
His fantasies leap forward as he strokes his cock.
He pictures the girls touching each other, laughing and flirting together in the intimate confines of the ladies toilet.
They check each others' panties and stockings.
He's going over the top now. He can't control himself.
Touching each other's tits. Comparing breast size.
He speeds up his strokes, crazy with the desire to fuck them all.
His eyes remain steady on the road, but he’s completely caught up in his thoughts and is barely aware of what’s happening around him.
The girls tempt each other, pleading to be stripped and treated like a bitch.
He imagines their tight clothes coming off, sliding down their slim bodies.
He grins at how dirty he imagines these girls to be.
Pulling each other’s clothes off…
They dance in a sexy, ethereal way just for him teasing and tempting.
He knows they want him. All of them want him at the same time. Down and dirty.
He knows what dirty bitches these girls are.
All they can think about is getting fucked.
All of them want to be fucked by a big powerful business man like him.
He can screw each one and leave a fiver on his way out.
He’s known plenty of dirty sluts like these girls.
They’re only in it for the money. As soon as they’ve got what they want they are out the door. He only likes to beat them to the chase.
He rubs the sensitive end of his cock, dying to ejaculate.
But he really wants to give it to those girls.
Shove his dick in their hot wet mouths.
Make them crawl on the floor and beg for it.
‘You know you want it girls…” he mouths.
He handles his fat hard cock, imagining teasing the girls with it.
He wants to make them beg to suck on it or have it shoved deep inside them.
His dick gets harder just thinking of it.
‘Mmm… beg me for it girls. Scream how much you want it’
In his imagination all the girls are on their knees, whining and pleading for a taste of his huge member.
The car suddenly makes a loud pop and whirring sound.
He’s snapped out of his thoughts.
He uses both hands to take control of the car.
“Fuck!” he shouts.
“What the fuck is this about?”
The car gradually slows down and the accelerator doesn’t respond.
“No not now! Come on!” he begs, made to pull over to the side.
He stops seeing smoke billowing out from under the car’s hood.
He panics seeing this is a serious problem. Really bad news.
He dials up his car service.
“Roadside. I’m just broken down on erm…”
He looks around trying to locate where he is. “the B 211 I think.”
A comforting female voice says to him, “Please hold” and music begins to play.
“No bitch! Don’t put me on hold!”
The music plays endlessly in his ear, some Tina Turner shit. He paces back and forth frantic to get back on the road.
A robotic voice says, “You have ONE MINUTES of call time remaining“. His phone credit is about to run out.
“Fuck! Hello, hello, pick up. Don’t keep me on hold any longer my prepay is running out. Hello! Hello!.“ The music continues to play.
The line is cut off and he’s left without any way of calling.
He angrily walks back and forth in front of the car. This can’t be happening.
If he doesn’t get there in the next hour, Richard may get the contract signed first and the bonus will go to him!
He’s got to do anything he can to be sure he makes it there first.
No cabs are likely to come along this road.
He’ll have to ask someone for a ride or use their phone to call the car service back.
He sighs, his horny imaginings replaced by a frustrated anger.
He hears a car coming towards him and walks out into the road hopefully.
He’s going to make them stop no matter what. They’ve got to help him.
The car rounds the corner and comes towards him.
As the car comes closer, the forms in the car start to take on a familiar shape.
Ian’s pleasant morning drive to his business meeting has taken a sour turn. He’s stuck on the side of the road with a broken down car and no way to call for help. But Ian has encountered worse problems than this in the past. He’s determined not to let a small slip like this get in the way of the big prize he’s aiming for.
Ian squints in the bright sunlight trying to see the oncoming car.
He wants to stop them at whatever cost to get some help.
He whistles at the car as it passes.
The car’s tires screech as it slows down and that’s when Ian sees who it is.
He only hopes those girls he outran earlier don’t recognize him and bear a grudge for their little chase.
He tentatively approaches the car, praying they won’t simply drive off.
To his surprise, the car backs up towards him.
He’s not good at asking for favors, but he’s absolutely desperate to get a ride or call someone to come fix his car up on time.
He bends down putting on his most sad puppy-dog face.
Maybe the women will take pity on a man in need.
“Having problems?” Michelle asks.
“Yes,” Ian says slightly annoyed he has to ask a bunch of women for help. But if it gets him what he wants he can live with it.
“Where are you going?”
“Chelmsford. Look, can you take me?” Ian asks obviously in a hurry.
“Can't. We're expected at a party,” Michelle says with regret. Ian’s not sure if there’s a hint of sarcasm in her voice.
“Oh, hmmm, well have you got a phone I could use?” he asks growing flustered.
“Karyn have you got a phone on you?” Phillipa asks.
“No!”
Phillipa gives him an apologetic shrug.
“You can come to the party and use the phone there,” Michelle offers.
Ian pauses feeling a little twinge of excitement at the idea of going to a party with these girls.
“Or if you wait till after the party we'll drive you,” Phillipa adds.
The girls nod, full of sympathy.
He stares into this woman’s eyes and is momentarily distracted from his aim of getting the contract signed.
Ian could never pass up the opportunity to party with a group of girls who are obviously gagging for it. But it’s important to keep his mind on the job.
The girls look him over with curiosity.
Ian knows how distracted he can get when his cock starts going, but after wanking in the car he can’t resist the temptation of where this could lead.
The girls smile invitingly waiting for him to make up his mind.
‘What the fuck?’ he thinks. ‘I still have plenty of time to hang with these girls and get to Fitzgerald before Richard does.’
His judgment is clouded by lingering horny thoughts about the girls in the car.
They could turn out to be as dirty as he pictures them or even more so!
He tells them to wait a minute and opens his car.
He doesn’t want to leave the contract in the car in case it gets towed off somewhere. Better to keep it safe with himself.
Phillipa smiles at her friends and the girls give a little laugh.
Ian grabs his jacket as well as the contract and locks up the car.
Michelle pulls the seat back and tells her friend to make room for the poor stranded motorist.
She takes a good look at his rear as he awkwardly climbs into the back.
He tries to wiggle through the small space.
Michelle has the urge to give him a little slap, but resists it. She does admire a good pair of buns.
She climbs back in the car and they are ready to head off.
“You two cozy back there?” Phillipa asks them.
Karyn giggles and says “Yes!”
The group take off leaving Ian’s car behind.
They arrive at a nice looking suburban house.
Phillipa leads them up to the door giving them a wickedly excited grin.
The girls have been chatting excitedly in the car the whole way through. They’ve been planning this party for months.
“Yasmin does have the most divine house,” Karyn comments to Michelle. “I’m so glad we decided to have it here.”
They eagerly watch the door, but no one answers.
Phillipa knocks and Ian is getting very impatient with how time is slipping by.
He can’t stop looking at his watch even though only a couple of minutes have passed since he last checked it.
They hear a female voice calling from inside, “Just a minute!”
Ian calculates how much time he should leave before heading off with the contract. He really shouldn’t stay long if he wants to be sure he gets there before his colleague makes the final sale.
“Yasmin must be getting all of our little treats ready,” Michelle says excitedly.
“I hear she’s got a fabulous selection this time,” Karyn says making the girls laugh.
Ian isn’t listening to the girls inane chatter. Where is this woman? She’d better have a phone!
The girls hear a rustle of boxes within and then Yasmin calling out, “I’m coming! Be right there darlings!”
Ian thinks its strange there aren’t any other cars around if it’s a big party.
They must be the first ones to arrive! How lame. He doesn’t mind having the girls all to himself for a few minutes though.
The door finally opens up.
“Hey!” the girls cry out seeing their hostess.
“Hi Girls!” Yasmin greets them.
The girls eagerly come in kissing cheeks with her as they pass.
“Divine outfit darling,” they gush to each other as they enter.
“Really it’s been too long since we last met!”
“Have you changed your hair? It looks divine!”
Ian jostles his keys in his pocket waiting impatiently for the girls to finish their silly greetings.
Yasmin is taken aback seeing the handsome young man following behind them.
“Hi there,” she says guardedly.
“My car broke down,” Ian says adopting his innocent puppy-dog expression again.
Yasmin suppresses a faint smile from creeping up her face.
“Oh what a shame!”
“Do you have a phone?” he pleads.
“Dear. Bad show,” she says.
“Never mind, there will be plenty of time for that. Come sit down for a minute.”
Yasmin gives him a look like he’d better not refuse or she’ll be insulted.
Ian sighs and gives a shrug. He doesn’t see why he shouldn’t have one quick drink to take the edge off.
Yasmin smiles invitingly letting him into her home.
She looks him up and down as he passes.
The girls really picked up a fine young one. This is going to be fun.
She shuts the door behind him. Time for the party to start!
Ian’s anxious to move along so he can get the contract signed. Having four gorgeous girls graciously inviting him in to a party is hard to resist though. He’s had an almost constant erection since he woke up this morning and he finds it difficult to suppress his urge to get off with these girls.
He tentatively follows the hostess into the reception room, trying to think of a polite way to use her phone as soon as possible.
“Sit down… make yourself comfortable,” Yasmin eagerly invites him.
“Have a drink,” Michelle urges.
Ian’s never been good at refusing a woman’s offer.
These girls are all so friendly they must be starved for some male attention. Ian feels his cock stir again.
Ian is dumbfounded by the elaborate looking cocktail. Seems like quite a silly looking girl’s drink to him.
“Won't more people be coming?" he asks seeing the girls settling down to get comfortable.
They snicker and shake their heads.
“No, this is it,” Yasmin says sitting next to him.
It seems a strange kind of party to have in the middle of the day with only girls there.
“What kind of party is this?” he asks in confusion.
Karyn says, “Haven’t you guessed?”
The girls look at each other mysteriously and laugh.
They are acting like they knew he would be the only man at the party if they brought him.
He looks around in confusion and Yasmin pulls out a bag.
She pulls out a piece of lingerie from the bag and says, “This is an Ann Summers party silly!”
She bursts out laughing like she was waiting to spring this on him the moment he stepped through the door.
The girls smile proudly knowing what they’ve roped him into.
Ian has heard about these female parties where they look at all sorts of naughty underwear and have a laugh, but he never thought he’d be at one!
The thought of this kind of party has always felt sexy to him, but it’s also a strange feminine activity which feels a little threatening.
This is really a woman’s activity in a woman’s domain and he’s very conscious of being the odd one out as they grin eagerly at each other.
He smiles uncomfortably trying to appear confident.
He has no idea what to expect, what really goes on when a group of sexy girls in their prime get together for an exchange about raunchy clothing.
He nervously wonders whether they’ll try different clothes on and check the fitting on each other, like in his sexual fantasy about the girls in the petrol station toilet together.
Yasmin dangles the outfit in front of Phillipa invitingly.
She feels the fabric and smiles broadly.
Ian is shocked when she leaps up taking the outfit out of the room. ‘Holy fuck! They are really trying the outfits on!’ he thinks.
Yasmin pulls out some more underwear. Ian can’t believe this is really happening.
He’s so surprised he leans back and almost spills his drink.
“Careful!” Yasmin chides him.
“Ooh that’s lovely,” Karyn gushes.
“Do you like it?” she asks holding it out for him to see.
He can feel his cock rising against his trousers again. He clears his throat looking around uncomfortably.
He’s got to get out of this honey trap. If he’s not careful, he’ll spend the entire day here and lose out on the big deal.
“It’s all fucking fantastic,” he says. “But I really should call my work."
He’ll be damned if a bunch of sluts like these will make him miss out on such a huge opportunity. "Listen this has been fun. But I have a contract here."
“It's for a one and a half million pound deal.” He waves the contract around. "It has to be signed today."
It’s time these women realized what an important business man he is.
The women are nonplussed. They eye him up and down as if trying to assess him.
“Stop worrying about that,” Yasmin says dismissively.
He holds the contract up in defeat. These women can’t see sense.
Phillipa waltzes back in and declares, “Ta Da!”
She laughs and struts back up to Ian seeing how she’s knocked him silent.
Ian’s dick just shot up again.
Phillipa stands in front of him and twirls around seductively.
Ian holds his files close against his chest trying to control himself from becoming excited.
She’s better looking than any lap dancer he’s ever had and he’s had many.
He feels himself growing aroused like he was in the car earlier, his vision clouded by lust.
Phillipa bends down and shakes her chest in front of his face, laughing and teasing.
He can’t stop himself from looking, can’t even remember what he was saying a moment ago.
She shakes her arse out at him, knowing that she’s driving him wild.
He’s helpless to resist his desire for her.
“It fits, nice and snug,” Phillipa says. “Don’t you think?”
She rubs herself against his crotch and can feel the bulge that’s grown there.
“Oh you do like it!” Phillipa exclaims letting everyone know he’s got an erection.
The girls giggle finding it funny how men can’t control their urges.
Ian’s entranced by the sight of her. The way the flimsy material brushes up against her curves.
Yasmin knew he wouldn’t be able to resist them once they started dressing up.
She could see what kind of man he was the moment she laid eyes on him.
The girls laugh at how moon-eyed the poor boy looks.
His cock is stiff and he can’t stop the desire to fuck this girl long and hard from rushing into his head.
She performs a sexy little dance in front of him...
Bouncing on his lap and stroking his strong thighs.
He stares straight at her crotch, feeling the blood rush to his groin.
The girls laugh and whistle egging her on.
Something snaps in Ian’s head and he takes hold of her slender waist and pushes her up.
What on earth is wrong with this boy?
He pushes Phillipa out of the way refusing to allow himself to be drawn in.
They’re just having a bit of fun and can’t understand why he’s unable to relax.
Yasmin isn’t accustomed to men acting so rudely in her house.
“Sorry girls, I really have to get going. Where’s your phone?” he demands.
The girls stare back at him blankly.
“Oh don't spoil the fun,” Yasmin rolls her eyes. “Just model this for us and then you can go.”
He laughs heartily. The idea is totally ridiculous to him.
“You've got to be joking!”
The girls clap and laugh. "Go on!"
They grin thinking about him dressed only in the skimpy little outfit.
“No chance,” Ian says harshly.
Phillipa feels really offended. No man has ever treated her like that.
She was just trying to be nice to this uptight businessman.
The girls sigh in frustration.
Ian sweeps Phillipa aside trying to rush from the room, determined not to let these crazy girls distract him for another minute.
He clumsily knocks against a vase while opening the door.
It falls from the stand and smashes loudly on the floor.
The women gasp in surprise.
Ian can’t believe that just happened. He didn’t even see that vase.
It is completely destroyed.
Phillipa stares accusingly at Ian. 'Fuck! That's all I need now!' he thinks.
Yasmin buries her head in her hands.
‘Oh shit. Don’t tell me that was her granny’s favorite vase!’ he thinks.
Yasmin begins sobbing loudly while everyone stares at the broken pieces of vase scattered across the floor.
He’s surprised at her big reaction.
It looked like a shitty little piece to him.
“That was a priceless family heirloom!” Michelle says angrily.
“Her most treasured possession in the whole world! How could you?!”
His mouth drops open and has no idea what to say.
“It erm… I didn’t…” he stumbles.
Yasmin moans and cries.
Karyn embraces her and gives Ian dagger eyes.
He has no idea what to say faced with the now furious women. “You've got to pay for that,” Karyn says firmly.
“Of course. As soon as I get back to my office...”
“How can I trust you?” she screeches.
“You beast!”
“With this!” Michelle says holding up the contract.
“Give that back,” Ian says firmly. “Oh no. You pay us back or I'll tear it up.”
“How much is it worth?” "Please don't. I will pay you back. Anything."
“You can start by cleaning this up,” Phillipa says.
“Wearing this!”
Ian is too shocked to speak.
Yasmin is utterly distraught.
Karyn takes the bag of naughty clothes and marches up to Ian.
He doesn’t know what to say. The women are all staring at him so harshly, but surely there must be another way for him to make it up to them.
Yasmin sniffs and looks up at him with her teary eyes.
“I'll supervise you. To make sure you don't break anything else,” Karyn insists.
The women give him hard, uncompromising stares.
Ian can see that he has no choice, but to follow what they say.
He goes out of the room trembling with fear. He doesn’t have any savings to pay the woman back. He’s got to get this contract signed and receive the bonus or he’ll be screwed. But first he has to do what these women want to keep them happy or it'll be a massive law suit.
The party which seemed like just fun and games at the start has taken a distinctly dark turn with Ian breaking the precious vase belonging to the hostess. Karyn promptly ushers him into the bathroom so he can change into a suitable outfit in order to entertain them while cleaning up the mess.
Ian walks into the bathroom feeling nervous and stunned about what’s happened.
These women are looking at him like he murdered someone, but it was just a stupid old vase.
He’s frightened to make a wrong move or they really might tear up the contract making him lose a bundle of money.
He searches the woman’s eyes for sympathy. But she shows none.
Ian waits for her to turn around so he can strip off.
She stares expectantly at him letting him know that he will have to undress while she watches.
The superior way she looks at him makes him incredibly self-conscious.
He begins removing his clothes wondering if she’s going to keep watching him like that, staring so critically as if she’s waiting to be impressed.
She begins looking impatient as if he’s taking too long.
He nervously unbuttons his shirt, unused to being watched and judged like this.
He expects most girls to giggle and look away shyly, but she continues staring at him intensely.
He wonders what she’s thinking and if she’s attracted to him.
The last time he was supervised while changing clothes must have been when he was very young.
Normally if a beautiful lady asked him to strip he wouldn’t object, as long as she takes off her clothes too.
But here he’s been given no choice about it and it makes him angry.
He yanks off his shirt feeling very clumsy and foolish.
He stubbornly thinks, ‘Fine look if you want. I’ve got nothing to be ashamed of.’
She folds her arms confidently observing his every movement.
Ian’s stomach flutters knowing that its his trousers coming off next.
She’s still watching him with determination.
He stares at her confrontationally, daring her to look away.
He swallows hard while undoing his belt.
He pulls them down feeling less confident by the minute.
She opens up her bag, getting out the little pants she flashed earlier.
“You don’t really expect me to wear those, do you?”
“I don’t think you’re in any position to refuse…”
They are the most ridiculous thing he’s ever seen in his life.
He can’t believe it’s come down to this. He contemplates grabbing them and throwing them back in her face.
Karyn grins excitedly knowing he’d better not refuse.
If he doesn’t do what she says the contract will be torn up and they won’t do a thing to help him get back to his car.
Ian is repulsed by the lacy fabric of them.
He turns away, too proud to face her while putting on something so ridiculous.
Now trembling with real fear, he yanks down his pants.
Karyn continues watching intensely.
Ian fumbles while sliding them down, his pulse racing with adrenaline.
He can feel her eyes on him looking at every inch of him.
The room is completely silent as he undresses completely.
Karyn watches feeling utterly triumphant and superior.
Ian sighs in frustration removing his socks as well.
A slight grin creeps up her lips as she watches him struggle to keep his balance.
She knows he wants to appear like a cool and confident man.
She didn’t expect that picking up a motorist would be such great fun.
He awkwardly pulls up the tiny thong.
Karyn already thinks it looks hilarious on him.
The fabric feels completely foreign and strange against his genitals.
The back part travels right between his cheeks in a way that makes him very comfortable.
The front part is so skimpy it can barely hold in his heavy cock and balls.
Ian feels incredibly embarrassed.
“Can we go back in yet?” he grumbles impatiently.
“Not yet,” she says firmly.
“There's one more thing in here you should wear.”
Ian was hoping she’d pull out a pair of shorts or a towel to hide himself with.
He’s feels disgusted when she reveals an even more ridiculous pair of bunny ears.
Karyn grins, enjoying pushing him to his tolerance limit.
Ian swallows hard, wanting to refuse but he stops himself frightened of the consequences.
The women are all waiting expectantly for their new servant to come in.
“Here he comes,” Yasmin says excitedly, her tears long since dried.
“Come along,” Karyn urges him.
The women are breathless in anticipation.
They all burst into shrieks of laughter seeing the sorry lad.
They didn’t believe he’d actually put the silly outfit on but he’s gone and done it!
Ian feels completely crushed hearing the piercing laughs.
He creeps into the room, trembling with frustration and embarrassment.
“Oh lovely!” Yasmin gushes.
He’s never felt like such an object of mockery. He’s used to being treated with the utmost respect and fear at his job.
Now he’s just a toy for these women to ridicule!
His genitals keeps falling out from either side of the tight fabric and there's nothing he can do about it.
Wearing these tiny pants feels ten times worse than being naked.
Every time he takes a step forward his testicles creep out. He takes a deep breath in hoping this will be over quickly so he can leave.
He bends over and tries to quickly clear up the mess.
The women marvel at his rear in the air.
They can’t stop the reams of laughter from gushing out.
He tries to stand with his legs together to prevent his balls from falling out again.
But the more he tries to stop it from happening, the more they keep falling out.
He’s crumbling inside hearing the women laughing and mocking him.
He can feel his genitals falling out and there’s nothing he can do to stop it.
The women crane their necks to get a good look at him.
It feels like torture to him exposing himself like this.
He rushes to sweep it all up, but only succeeds in making his genitals fall out more.
The women are so happy they took pity upon this poor stranded man and picked him up from the side of the road. It feels good to be charitable.
Phillipa has changed back into her dress and the women have relaxed on the sofa sipping their cocktails while watching their new male servant sweep up the mess he’s made. The alcohol and sight of the successful young businessman dressed in such a skimpy outfit make the women feel warm and giddy. They certainly won’t be quick to let him go now.
Ian is fuming having to perform such a demeaning task while wearing a ridiculous outfit.
The women laugh hysterically peering at his arse and crotch as he bends over awkwardly sweeping up the mess.
His large scrotum flops out of the side.
The fabric is cutting painfully into his genitals.
He tries to maneuver around quickly to sweep up the mess, the female laughter piercing his ears every second.
Tiny bits of broken china are scattered across the floor everywhere.
What would normally seem like such a small job now feels like a Herculean task.
The fabric biting into his sensitive genitals and the women’s shrieking laughter make every second of this feel painfully long.
“There’s a bit in the corner over there! Bend right over to get it!” Yasmin calls out.
Ian bristles in embarrassment at being the butt of the joke.
“There's a bit over here that you've missed!” Karyn points out helpfully.
He resentfully moves in front of the women to get the rest of the mess.
Feeling the tight thong around his genitals and slicing up his arse crack constantly reminds him of how exposed he is.
He brushes the broken pieces into neat piles, but finds it difficult to focus with his vision clouded by anger.
“And some over there as well,” Michelle points out.
Ian has to move around so his back is to the women.
He’s painfully aware that they are staring at his virtually bare backside.
“No, over here Ian,” Michelle says impatiently. “Do a proper job now. It’s the least you can do.”
He grudgingly follows her order.
Just as he kneels down, Michelle grabs at the thong and stretches it back.
“What do you think of the fit for this thong?” Michelle asks the girls.
She pulls on it making it push against his crack and causing his genitals to fall out more.
She gives his bum a little slap to make him turn so the other ladies can see.
The women reach out to have a feel and examine the fit of the thong.
Karyn tries stretching it out. “Very nice I’d say.”
She pulls it out so the fabric is stretched very tightly and releases it.
It snaps against his arse making all the women burst out laughing.
Yasmin eagerly reaches out to try it as well.
“Oh lovely quality!”
“It nicely frames the cheeks, don’t you think?” Michelle adds.
“Doesn’t leave much room for the bits though, does it?”
She reaches between his legs and handles his balls.
Ian feels the sting of embarrassment and unwanted arousal at her touch.
She yanks on the thong again laughing with glee.
Ian briskly stands up feeling as if he’s about to burst out in tears.
He can’t take any more of this! These leering women are completely taking advantage of him!
“Oh bunny boy!” Michelle calls out making all the women laugh.
He empties the pan in the bin ignoring her.
“There’s still a pile here.”
His stomach turns thinking about kneeling right in front of them again, but he thinks that he’ll simply finish this bit and then he’s done.
“Get all the dirt and tiny sharp bits,” Yasmin says staring at his arse.
The anger simmers inside him, getting hotter by the minute.
“Look here,” Karyn says pulling at the thong again.
“It must create a lot of pressure against the hole.”
As the thong snaps back his genitals fall out again.
The women all eagerly reach out to paw him now.
He can feel their hands coming from all sides, poking and prodding him.
“Interesting how smooth he is,” Michelle says stroking him.
Phillipa pulls the thong back so the women can fully look at his arse.
Ian has never been in a position like this where he’s felt so violated and taken advantage of.
The women laugh hysterically as Phillipa makes the thong snap.
He sniffs and continues hurriedly working while the women tug and pull the thong from every angle.
He feels it rub sharply against his arsehole making him feel very uncomfortable.
The girls are giggling and grabbing at anything they please.
Ian feels a sharp pressure mounting in his head from the emotional turmoil of being picked over like a piece of meat. .
It feels disgusting and wrong a powerful man like him should be treated this way.
“It can really stretch far, can’t it?” Michelle says nastily yanking it.
“That shows what good material it is,” Yasmin adds feeling it.
The women laugh together while Yasmin slides her finger down his crack.
“Look how it wedges itself in there.”
“Such tight little buns he’s got, hasn’t he?”
The women reach in to feel just how tight they really are.
Ian hangs his head boiling over with rage while they carry on.
“Oh look, all his bits have fallen out again,” Karyn says with concern trying to adjust the thong.
“I think you have to pull it like this to get them back in,” Yasmin says.
On the brink of explosion, Ian quickly stands up.
“I should get dressed again,” he says with barely suppressed rage.
The women stare defiantly at him, annoyed that he wants to spoil their fun.
“Don't you dare,” Yasmin warns him sternly.
“Stay the way you are.”
Ian is so pissed off he’d like to rip the bunny ears and storm off.
But Yasmin doesn’t look like she’s joking. She could threaten to sue him for destroying her vase.
He looks carefully at the women trying to gauge how serious they are. They can’t expect him to take this kind of humiliation.
Michelle smiles confidently. She knows he’ll do anything to get his contract back to sign his precious deal. He has no choice but to do what they say.
Ruthless sales exec Ian Spracking has never felt so violated in his life and it's his own stupid fault. At the most crucial moment of his career and here is is having to rely on a group of women who's sole desire seems to be to completely humiliate him. They've had all the fun now. Time to get back on track and get that multi-million pound contract signed...
"It's been fun girls but now I've got to head off." Ian splutters, trying to sound as manly as he can wearing just an miniscule girl's thong and a pair of rabbit ears.
Karyn and Yasmin stare at him grinning as if he hadn't spoken. "I've got something new to show you." Michelle carries on, fishing around in the bag.
"DOUBLE HELIX!" she exclaims saucily.
Ian's heart sinks. Nothing he says or does seems to be getting through.
'Maintain erections and intensify orgasms with this easy use, quick fitting ball strap and erection enhancer'!" Michelle reads excitedly.
Without wasting a second she lunges for Ian's thong.
Totally unsure of how to defend himself Ian stands like a statue watching Michelle eagerly yanking at his panties.
With no hesitation she makes his cock and balls spill out in front of everyone.
All he can do is watch the tiny bits of fabric drop to his ankles.
The whole room erupts as the girls openly laugh at his complete nudity.
But there is nothing Ian can do about it and the hated thong is now packed away to be replaced with who-knows-what.
"Yaz sweetie. Come and help me with this." Michelle calls over.
Both women grin widely at the prospect of what fun they can have with Ian now. The broken vase seemingly forgotten completely.
Michelle holds up two tiny and uncomfortable looking elastic bands connected in a figure of 8.
Yas wonders how this is to be used on a man. Only one thing to do and that's to try it!
With youthful glee the 2 women thread Ian's penis throught the smaller of the 2 bands.
The larger one must tighten around his rampant bollocks in some way. Yasmin lifts his dick so Michelle can pull the bands along his shaft and down around his scrotum.
Ian looks around for any element of sympathy from the others but sees none. He feels the women roughly binding his young genitals with the contraption.
"There we are," Yasmin exclaims with a housewifey voice, satisfied with her handiwork.
Without so much as asking she begins to tug at Ian's penis as if she's on a mission to show off the 'Double Helix' perfectly.
Seeing an opportunity Michelle's long fingers reach to handle Ian's balls.
Together the women stroke and handle the man shamelessly.
Ian looks down, curious too as to how his cock and balls will react to this attention.
His cock and balls slowly engorge making the 2 devilish bands quickly tighten.
Yasmin and Michelle are enthralled that it is vividly living up to expectations. They touch and stroke around the device.
As if the bands weren't under pressure enough, Yasmin feeds even more scrotal flesh through so that Ian's genitals are completely entrapped.
His balls are now completely trapped on the other side of the ever tightening black bands of firm rubber.
Having taken her hands of Ian's prick it isn't yet having the full effect.
His balls are clamped but his penis isn't getting the full 'benefit'.
Looking down at the commotion Ian realises that nothing short of a complete demonstration of it's effectiveness will satisfy the girls.
Ian's head hangs down at his predicament.
"It's supposed to sustain an erection." she explains.
"Oh, but I suppose the man has to have one in the first place." suggests Karyn.
"The part for his testicles looks good. It's just the loop for his cock is too large." Michelle inspects him.
Yasmin grabs him again determined to make the thing work as advertised.
Her experienced hands firmly press onto Ian's knob through his foreskin with Michelle pinches large helpings of his scrotal sack.
Yasmin's soft hands firmly tug Ian's cock up and down rhythmically.
Ian knows that if this carries on she'll more than likely have the demonstration she is after.
Michelle takes over giving Yasmin a chance to caress his full and rampant balls.
Michelle's palm roughly tugs against Ian's sensitive cock head.
The horny young sales exec can't believe this is happening. He looks down at the older woman giving him unrequested hand-relief.
Michelle is happy that her handiwork is having the desired effect.
The naked man looks down at his engorging pink cock.
His blood rushing from his head to you-know-where, the bewildered man has to be lead over to the women on the sofa.
Now the woman he saw so strongly in his horny daydream a few hours ago grabs hold of his hot hard cock, grinning widely.
Karyn goes to town on his rampant dick and then Ian feels Michelle leaning on his naked shoulder.
Michelle grins at her friend knowingly. This once head-strong dope is becoming putty in their hands.
Ian's poor genitals are now straining against the wicked bonds. The device seems to be creating a viscious circle of stimulation and ever increasing bondage.
"Fuck!" he thinks, "Could this thing be stuck on my cock forever!"
"With a permanent erection."
"My cock head openly exposed, stuck out in the open above my trousers at all times?!"
"Christ! My cock is like a plank of wood now, trapped in this thing forever!"
Karyn smiles broadly having brought the fool to complete arousal so efficiently.
Michelle and everyone are dying to see how long the viscious bonds will keep the man erect against he will.
Karyn carries on naughtily, convinced that although he is now rampantly erect, she isn't in danger of him ejaculating. Not without causing himself immense discomfort that is.
Just in case she continues to tease his rock hard cock while pointing it at Yasmin!
His purple head is, after all, fit to bursting.
"Oh no you don't Karyn. My breasts are milky enough as they are thank you." she giggles.
For a moment all the attention is distracted onto Yasmin as the girls laugh with her.
Meanwhile Karyn is totally unaware that poor Ian is desperately aware his body is bucking back at forth, an orgasm is mere moments away!
Ian's torment isn't lost on Phillipa who gazes on with delight.
Ian's head rings with female laughter all around. All they want to see is the embarrassed idiot ejaculating with his cock and balls tightly bound with their cruel device.
For the first time Ian notices the big mirror facing him.
Through the plants he catches sight of what a fucking idiot he looks.
Wasn't there something vitally important he should be doing right now a long way from here?
"The contract you fool! The contract!"
But these women have him literally...BY THE BALLS.
Seemingly oblivious to Ian's plight the women are having the time of their life. Fortune has delivered a stranded and now naked young man to their sex-toy party and they are going to enjoy playing with his fit & lithe body until they are fully satisfied.
"Gosh it really works!" laughs Yasmin to Karyn, "I can feel it throbbing right through my hand."
It works alright. Ian could tell them that, the erection he felt in his trousers while driving has returned magnificently. But he never expected it would be in these circumstances.
Yasmin has fun testing Ian's boner by twanging it up and down. While she monopolizes his cock, Karyn can't resist reaching for a handful of the salesman's tender bottom.
Gently stroking between the young man's legs, near his arsecrack while lightly stroking his balls, Yasmin provokes an even more impressive stiffy. The veiny erection proudly pointing right at her.
Mesmerised as he is by his own largess Yasmin looks into his eyes and sees that the fight is draining away from him.
The older lady knows than when you have a boy by the balls his mind will follow. She grasps his boner firmly and teases his hairy ball bag with the other.
All thoughts about his work are pushed from his mind. Standing as he is here, naked and being toyed with by this experienced woman.
Yasmin takes her pleasure, carefully examining the shiny pink knob on her naked plaything.
She loves the feel of a hot hard cock in her hand, stroking it up and down, and as she does so
causing it to become even more aroused and erect.
All Ian can think about is what Yasmin, these women, are doing to his cock.
Moments earlier he was fighting to leave.
But now Yasmin has him in the palm of her hand.
Ian sees Yasmin open her mouth and lean forward torwards the full head of his penis. It twitches up eagerly.
They all laugh at the power they have over his dick as Yasmin holds off sucking on her toy and instead grabs hold once again.
She laughs wickedly.
With the contraption ever tightening around his cock and nuts there is only one direction his erection is going, and that's up.
Yasmin laughs proudly at her handiwork.
The friends pass the naked man to each other so they can all have a turn.
Phillipa envelopes his shaft with her fingers, pressing down and revelling in it's firmness.
Following Yasmin's example she strokes right up to it's head while handling the man's balls with the other hand.
Yasmin is captivated by it's breadth.
To think, this young blonde salesman has this in his trousers all day long, only waiting for the right touch for it to be brought to life.
The macho schmuck behind the wheel of that absurd company car is beginning to learn his real use.
Phillipa watches how her deft handling keeps him quiet.
He's stopped boring everyone with his contract nonsense now!
He begins to groan with pleasure, making everyone laugh.
The erection bands he once couldn't fill are now straining around his potent cock and balls.
Looking down at the beautiful woman, feeding off the small glimpse he has down her top, the feel of her attentive hands around his genitals...
Ian is entranced.
Ian sees the women exchange glances. As though they know something he doesn't.
As if they have him just where they always wanted him.
But with this view, what does he care.
Now unable to get her fingers all the way around his width Phillipa passes Ian over to another pal.
It sticks out rigidly, steadfastly yearning for attention.
The presence of so many sexually inquisitive females surrounding his naked body leaves him dumbfounded.
He closes his eyes, waiting for yet another pair of hands to continue working on him.
The women take a moment to admire the naked and aroused male they have at their disposal.
He half opens his eyes and sees women changing positions but doesn't know why.
He closes them again, obediantly presenting his cock to whoever wants to play with it.
Yasmin looks through the viewfinder at the naked and aroused bunny-boy.
Relishing keeping a momento of the man who broke her vase she firmly presses the shutter release.
The bright flash going off blinds Ian.
In a split second a feeling of panic grips him.
FLASH! A second time.
It dawns on Ian that one of the girls is taking photos of him.
FLASH! A third. The girls laugh as Ian tries to protect himself from the glare, making himself look even more stupid.
But Ian hasn't a moment to consider the consequences of the impromptu photostudy as the girls reach for their goodies once more.
Delving into the bag they pull out a long chain with something attached.
Ian is horrified to see what looks like a dog leash.
He has no time to object, not that it would make any difference.
Karyn quickly fastens it around Ian's neck.
The girls laugh as their little rabbit boy will soon become a real-life pet.
"There you are fido. Your own dog lead so we can take you for walks." jokes Karyn.
"We don't want him clawing at it. You know how naughty pets can be." advises Michelle, brandishing some fetching fluffy pink handcuffs.
Ian is unable to see what's going on as she fastens his wrists together before he can protest.
Karyn grins mischievously as her friend ramps Ian's bondage up a notch.
Naked, collared and cuffed. Ian ain't going anywhere!
The combination of camera flashes and this new development frightens poor Ian and Michelle has to hold him upright as he instinctively panics.
Her firm hold momentarily calms him.
"Look what I have here girls." announces Karyn with glee.
"What is it Kaz?" asks Michelle as Ian's panic returns.
"Electrostim Deluxe!" Karyn shows them the label on the bizarre looking kit.
"It stimulates a man's penis."
Karyn begins unpacking the frightening collection of wires and cables. Unable to protect his genitals with his hands Ian begins to crawl away.
Ian looks at the terrifying equipment with mounting concern. They're not really going to electrocute his cock and balls are they?!
Ian can only watch as Karyn carefully sticks a wired pad to his vulnerably exposed shaft.
She makes sure there is perfect contact with the exposed sensitive skin of his penis.
A wire leads off from it neatly, as well as a similar one attached to his bollocks.
Ian looks down with utter dread at what they are doing now to him.
Karyn is dying to see what will happen and immediately presses the button to 'shock' her man.
Ian hops off the floor, the right side of his genitals violently stung, his cock and balls leaping as though he's been struck by an invisible fist.
"AHHHHH! Fucking hell!" he squeals.
"Language!" admonishes Yasmin.
Without a second to protest Karyn shocks him again. "Ummmph!" cries Ian through gritted teeth.
While his massive tool eagerly twitches bolt upright.
"See. It's electric." instructs Karyn knowledgably, and then proceeds to demonstrate by pressing the button again.
A crackle of electricity is accompanied by Ian's painfull grunts. The wincing naked man becoming an even more fascinating figure of fun for the women.
Karyn passes it to Yasmin so she can have a turn. The older lady pressing one of the buttons on the control panel not really knowing what it will do.
She presses it again to make sure and the women study Ian's reaction. He's sure he can smell some smoke from burning hair.
With his hands cuffed behind his back and an electrical device strapped to his hard cock and balls, Ian has long forgot about his precious contract. The big shot sales executive is now hanging by a thread, begging to be freed from the torture of this stimulation and the humiliating doggie posture the women are keeping him in.
Frightened out of his wits by the electric currents the women send running through his cock and balls, Ian tries to wrangle free. But Michelle holds him firmly in place.
Dying of thirst for any kind of visual stimulation, Ian is mesmerized by the brief glimpse he had between Michelle’s legs.
She sees the lustful expression plastered on his face and grins knowing she has him.
She presses the sole of her shoe over the arrogant man’s face.
“Lick it!” she commands.
The women watch tensely. If Ian doesn’t follow her instructions Karyn will give him another firm shock. This is the price he must pay.
Karyn holds the controls at the ready, more than happy to give it to their captured stud.
Ian feels the dirt and grime being rubbed over his proud features.
The humiliation of being reduced to a doormat is excruciating, but his gut churns at the thought of another sharp jolt from the device around his tender genitals.
Michelle tightens her grip on his leash and gives a final insistent warning, “Lick!”
“Lick it, NOW!”
He sticks his tongue out to lap at the underside of her shoe.
She laughs with glee pressing the heel of her shoe against his thick wet tongue.
The smell of her feet fills his nostrils as he tastes the slick layer of filth on the bottom of her shoe.
The women laugh in a chorus at the sight of this naked man utterly debasing himself. “You're a disrespectful beast!” Yasmin admonishes him.
Michelle holds him firmly in place by the leash which is choking him as she wipes the bottom of her shoe over his face.
Ian knows the women are all staring at him intensely. They are delighted watching his absolute shame.
She stares at him lustfully, getting off on the power she holds over him.
Phillipa’s phone vibrates and she quickly answers it. “Hi darling, how are you?”
Ian continues with the excruciating task of licking the underside of the woman’s shoe, but he’s aware of Phillipa talking on the phone.
Yes, she’s talking on her phone. She does have one after all!
“Oh I know. Well hon' I've struggled trying to find a good blusher, but have you tried the one from Smashbox? It's brilliant,” she chats merrily.
In a flash he recalls the phone call he has to make and his need to get out of here FAST!
“In fact I would go so far as to say it's the most natural one I've ever found. It comes in a little box with a highlighter which I've not used yet,” she continues jabbering oblivious to his plight.
“Hey,” he says desperately.
Karyn doesn’t like how he’s neglecting his duties one bit and stands ready to give him another shock.
“Oh please! Let me use the phone. I need to go before it's too late!” he’s consumed with panic.
Phillipa has trouble hearing her friend. The naked fool is babbling about something.
“Quiet! Once I’ve finished,” she insists angrily.
“I've done what you've asked. I've played along,” he pleads, tears filling his eyes.
Phillipa sighs angrily and the women all laugh.
Ian sees the phone as the only connection he can have with the outside world now. He absolutely must find a way to use it.
He looks pleadingly at her knowing she can grant or deny him the use of the phone on a whim.
He’s angered her sufficiently that she doesn’t even want to look at him while trying to have her conversation.
She climbs up on the coffee table and bends down so he can talk into her arse if he wants to keep talking such shite.
Ian stares down, bewildered and ashamed.
Phillipa leans back so his face goes right up into her arse.
“Sorry darling, where were we?”
Ian’s nose is pressed against the crack of her arse. He’s unable to pull away with the chain tight around his neck.
Karyn has slipped the controls for the electric device under Phillipa’s foot. She sits back and enjoys the show.
“The kit has a mini eyeshadow duo - pinky and cocoa - the pinky is lovely and two teeny tiny lip glosses. Gorgeous. Though one is too pale for me so I've given it to Michelle,” she continues. "I know. That's the trouble with mini samples, it's hard to get a feel for what they would be like regularly. I used to only use it for special occasions, but put it on all the time now."
The women laugh heartily seeing the startled young man’s face mashed into her arse.
Ian can smell the scent of her vagina, faintly wet with excitement from when she was holding his big throbbing cock in her hand a moment ago. He can't breathe without inhaling her! Despite himself, he grows excited again.
But just as his cock stiffens more, he feels a powerful jolt as she leans back a small amount simultaneously choking him with the leash and zapping his cock and balls with the control under her foot. "Alright hon. My phone is running out of credit so I have to go," Phillipa continues.
Ian howls in surprise and pain, his pulsing cock leaping to attention against his control. "Kiss-kiss. Bye!"
The women chuckle, shaking their heads. How pitiful and shameful this lad is!
Phillipa snaps her head back as if only just remembering Ian is there, though he continues to moan piteously.
“Sorry babe. Out of credit,” she says lightly.
Ian's stomach sinks, his spirit crushed. No one to call. No escape. And he sees there isn’t the faintest trace of pity in this strong, beautiful woman’s eyes.
Karyn smiles to herself thinking of this man’s transformation which has taken place in such a short period of time. How quickly these towers of muscle and spunk crumble!
Yasmin has been mulling over where to go from here, “It's obvious you can't pay me back.”
“Look Yasmin. I found this in his case as well,” Michelle says casually.
She hands her Ian’s business card, “Seems we’ve found quite a high ranking salesman.”
“Ian Sprackling. Basildon Forklifts,” Yasmin reads out impressed.
Ian feels a new sense of horror. They know his identity!
Yasmin smiles knowing she’s got his entire life in her hands now.
She snaps another photo capturing his card and his face so ANYONE who sees the picture will know who he is.
Ian can feel his whole future collapsing. The reputation he’s laboured for years to build. Gone in an instant!
“Oh… no… please…” he snivels.
“I'm going to put all the pictures I've taken on my computer and email them to your work mates,” Yasmin informs him.
She abruptly stands up to do just that.
Ian’s mind buzzes in a panic. He can’t let her do this. It will tarnish him forever! "Please! Don't!" he pleads desperately.
He tries to get up, but he’s still leashed to the floor, his hands cuffed behind his back.
He’ll never be able to enter his office again without everyone picturing him naked except for this ridiculous pair of bunny ears. The images will be passed around, laughed over. No woman will look at him with respect ever again.
Yasmin leaves with the camera.
Through his despair he can hear the other women laughing, piercing his thoughts as if using red hot daggers.
“Yasmin’s pretty annoyed, isn’t she?”
“Oh I'm sure I can talk her out of it,” Phillipa says casually.
“You have to. I'll lose my job!” Ian says desperately. “First thing tomorrow morning I'll withdraw as much money as she wants.”
“That won't be good enough. She’s going to send those pictures tonight,” Michelle says.
“Bit of a loose cannon she is.”
Karyn finds it difficult to hold her excitement back. They’ve got him right where they want him.
Ian’s become like a wild animal. He looks between the women, desperate for any escape possible.
“It'll have to be tonight. You need to pay her cash,” Michelle says solemnly.
“I know how you can make the money tonight,” Phillipa suggests casually.
“Yes! Anything. Just stop her,” Ian pleads.
“We have to drive there…”
Karyn must bite her tongue in order to keep from laughing out loud.
The women share a meaningful glance at each other, united in their seemingly predetermined plan.
His cock is throbbing from the strain put upon it and his back aching from being bent in this subservient position for an extended period of time. More than anything he wants to retrieve those photos and erase this day from his memory.
“Yes,” he agrees as if signing his life away. “Anything…”
This is no longer simply about seeing through a lucrative business deal. Ian’s whole painstakingly built career and future rests in these women’s hands. He’s fully prepared to do whatever it takes to get back those pictures Yasmin took of him naked. That means obeying whatever Yasmin’s friends order him to do in order to get the money to pay her.
Ian stares down in shame. He can’t understand how things deteriorated so quickly in his life. One moment he was a top sales executive – the next he’s being driven naked to some unknown destination for an unknown job.
The women refused to let him dress so they could enjoy his nudity in the backseat of the convertible while driving.
The women reach between his legs and play at his genitals.
It’s still daylight out and anyone could see. He’s being made to travel naked while these women take advantage of him!
Embarrassed and frightened for his career, he feels his dick hardening with just the slightest manipulation from their slender fingers.
His balls are squeezed and his hardening shaft is quickly stroked.
The greedy women have their fill of his strong healthy genitals.
Ian’s upset by this arrangement, a total inversion of the fantasies he was having about the girls earlier.
His cock is teased and played with until his cock is standing tall and proud.
But he’s not given any release, just endless frustration.
His shaft is squeezed so the glands stand out, plump and full.
The women laugh, enjoying playing with his manly body and leaving him unfulfilled.
He’s terrified of losing his job, but all these women care about is toying with his cock.
The blood rushes to his cock and it becomes very sensitive.
It completely distracts him from what he should really be thinking about – how to get the hell out of this situation before it becomes any worse!
The women carry on tugging on his hard dick and playing with his tight wrinkled scrotum.
After all the teasing and stimulation today he feels on the brink of ejaculation, but the women don’t allow him to get that far.
They stroke his penis and then admire how it stands up prominently, desperate for release.
The women turn off to an inconspicuous alley way near an industrial estate.
This is the type of street that’s well known, but no one talks about.
Ian looks around nervously seeing that they have pulled into a rough part of town.
The scantily clad women look hopefully at the convertible driving past. They immediate stand seductively and get ready to pout.
Karyn grins mischievously at her friend.
Ian desperately wants her to let his erection go so he can cover it up. He doesn’t want anyone they pass by to see his shamefully hard dick.
The car quickly jolts to a halt and the women firmly grab him by the arms.
Before Ian can ask what’s happening, the women roughly shove him out of the car.
He stumbles out, nearly tripping and falling on the pavement.
He’s thrown out in the open, wearing only a flimsy pair of slippers and his bunny ears.
He can hear the women’s laughter behind him as he is pathetically thrown from the vehicle.
Utterly perplexed and horrified, Ian looks to them for some kind of explanation.
Michelle warns him, “Earn us £1000…”
"or else!"
Ian’s consumed with terror. Earn it doing what? She can’t mean…
Before he can say a thing, the women start to drive away smiling at the sight of him.
He’s slapped with the horrifying realization that he’s going to be left out naked in a dangerous, rough area.
He’s filled with utter despair. There’s no way he’ll be able to overcome the supreme humiliation of this.
There’s no hope of the women retrieving him unless he makes the money they specified.
Michelle thinks it’s time that this slimy businessman who earns huge bonuses deserves to learn the real value of money.
He stares after them longingly, feeling how conspicuously naked he is in the broad daylight of the wide open space around him.
Michelle smiles like this was the plan all along, from the first moment they passed his car on the road.
He’s furious at them for leaving him amongst such common trash. What if someone he knows drives by! What can he do?
He looks curiously at the women standing beside the road, the kind of filthy whores he’d never bother taking a second glance at.
He has no idea how this whole prostitution business works. How can he sell himself to make the kind of money Michelle is demanding?!
It revolts him that he’s been turned to this! Ian Sprackling the rising business star - a common whore!
The prostitutes eye him suspiciously as he walks past them.
Normally he’d feel infinitely superior to trash like this and now he’s intimidated, feeling like he’s the one being looked down upon!
He shyly shuffles between them, gut-wrenchingly embarrassed about his complete nudity, hoping they won’t make any trouble for him.
He sees the disgust in their eyes as they stare at him. Normally he only feels desire and admiration from the women around him.
He looks up and down the road with determination. There’s no way he’s going to be left out here forever. He’ll simply do whatever he has to do and then get out, back to where he’s supposed to be.
He sees how confident and strong the women look.
He feels weak and useless in comparison, without the least idea how to make himself seductive for potential buyers.
Ian refuses to be scared off by them, no matter what fierce looks they give him.
They are looking him over completely, judging and snickering at his naked body.
Who is this lowly creature that has suddenly been thrown into their neighborhood? He looks ridiculous with those stupid ears on his head. What a sorry sight!
They all surmise he must be a rotten pervert, some kind of twisted kid who is getting a sexual thrill out of exposing himself like this, an insatiable warped sicko.
Ian Sprackling’s profession as a high-flying sales executive has taken an unusual turn. Terrified of being revealed as a pervert to his company and made to earn money to compensate a woman for a valuable vase he broke, he’s left naked on the street to prostitute himself. Surrounded by a group of tough female street walkers, Ian finds himself way out of his depth.
The women who dropped Ian off have parked around the corner and are peeking at how he’s performing in his new job.
They turn to each other laughing hysterically seeing the ridiculous sight - a naked man in bunny ears out in broad daylight doing his best to whore himself.
Having made him strip and change into this demeaning outfit, Karyn is thrilled to see him humiliating himself out in the open.
A car comes slowly around the corner, tentatively approaching this area notorious for prostitution.
The girls snap into action sniffing a possible punter coming by.
He glances around seeing what’s on offer today.
The girls pose for him, thrusting their hips out and tossing their hair seductively.
They flaunt what they have promising a good time.
Big Bertha shows what’s really big about her.
She opens her lips and stares down commandingly.
Ian smiles awkwardly, utterly clueless about how he’s supposed to drum up business.
Ian realizes with horror that in order to earn money he’ll have to sell himself to anyone, man or woman. The man in the car has no idea what to make of this strange anomaly.
Ian stands nervously between the women feeling so ridiculous and exposed. He half-heartedly rubs his chest.
Seeing the customer starting to pass by, Ian desperately looks down and tries to gain his attention.
He must earn his money somehow and do whatever it takes to impress him!
Imitating the women’s movements, he thrusts his arse out and strokes it suggestively.
He ties to wiggle it, but his motions are jerky and awkward. He has no idea how to sell his body.
Ian’s heart is pounding and he’s close to tears. This is so terrifying! So demeaning!
He’s just a piece of meat to buy or reject for any person who comes by with a few quid.
He feels every inch of his body on show, giving it all he’s got. This is his entire worth. Right here on display.
He strokes his body in what he hopes is a seductive way. But he only comes across as clumsy and foolish.
The women watch on loving every moment of it.
What an absolute arse this proud man is making of himself! Thinking he’s hot, but falling so far short it’s laughable.
He strokes his muscles, suddenly frightened that when it comes to being viewed as a sexual object he’s falling desperately short.
He thrusts his arse out as he watched the other women do, but this movement feels disgusting to him. The thought that anyone would want to look at his arse feels ridiculous.
The women give him sidelong, resentful looks.
What the fuck does this fool think he’s doing?
He steps up hopefully, every agonizing second of this humiliation seeming to last an eternity.
He shimmies, tries to do a little dance.
Ian can’t believe he’s doing this. He feels so cheap and stupid.
He rubs his big round cheeks wondering frantically what he should be doing.
The prostitutes sneer at him making such a damn idiot of himself.
He’s making them all look bad with his antics!
Big Bertha’s patience is wearing thin. She doesn’t like new trade moving in on her and her girls’ turf. Especially not a creepy pervert like this loser.
The potential customer is scared stiff of the strange naked bunny boy.
Ian’s spirit is crushed seeing the customer speed away.
He pleads for him to stop. All that work - showing off and embarrassing himself – for nothing!
The girls sigh and click their tongues. That one should have been a sure thing!
It’s back to square one. No thanks to this loser shaking his stuff.
The customer drives away vowing never to come to this area again.
“Move off,” Big Bertha growls.
Another prostitute eyes him with absolute loathing.
He resents every second of this painful humiliation. He feels he doesn’t belong here with these cheap women. He should be the one paying them to display themselves!
The women are about to say something more to him, but then another car comes along.
They smile coquettishly and strike alluring poses.
One smiles and tries to look mysterious and tempting.
Another shows off her arse and gives a sultry stare.
They are well versed in what johns want and know how to get them to stop.
The van drives along slowly checking out what’s available today.
The girls know how important it is to get the early business. These are the wealthy men who want a quick one at a high price before going home to their familes.
The girls know if they can catch one or two generous customers they can knock off early for the night.
Ian is revolted with himself for doing it, but he strokes his chest again trying to attract the customer’s attention.
He juts his arse out wondering desperately what else he could do.
Willing to do anything to make at least a little money, he sucks his finger. As he does it he realizes he’ll never be able to hold his head high again.
Ian painfully resigns himself to the fact he’ll have to sell himself if he ever wants to save his job and get out of this humiliating situation. He recalls how strong he felt wearing his power business suit, driving to his big meeting. Now he feels cheap and perverted, standing naked on the road wearing only a floppy pair of bunny ears hoping desperately to pick up a few quid.
Ian’s disgusted by what he’s doing, but he strokes his body for the potential customer awkwardly trying to look erotic.
The other prostitutes leap into their experienced and successful ways of teasing the johns.
Ian’s never felt so out of place in his life standing amongst these women. It’s completely crushing his sense of pride.
He looks hopefully at the old geezer driving, pleading with his eyes to give him some business and get him out of the public eye.
He juts his hip out, trying to imitate the women next to him.
Thinking quickly about what else he could do he brings his finger to his mouth and starts to suck on it.
But he can barely bring himself to close his lips around his own finger. This feels like complete lunacy to him, totally disgusting.
The annoyed women shoot him angry glances.
This fool better not drive another customer away!
The old man in the car looks the sorry looking bunny man up and down thinking this must be some kind of sick joke.
Ian stares at him fearfully. Has his life really descended this low that he’s begging old geezers like this for a few coins.
Having what he thinks is an inspired idea, Ian sucks his finger and slaps his arse.
He imagines this must be provocative, what the “johns” want.
Ian feels the man’s eyes roaming lazily over his body with absolute disdain.
It makes him feel incredibly self conscious, aware that every part of his body is utterly exposed.
Without warning the old codger spits a great wad of flem at him.
The spit flies out at him and splatters against his bare leg and the ground.
Ian is completely revolted. No man has ever done anything so insulting to him.
The driver shakes his head revolted at this sorry alley thing.
He speeds away leaving Ian staring in shock at the spit dripping down his leg.
He hangs his head, feeling lower than a piece of trash, the lowest thing on the planet!
The prostitutes have had enough of this fool’s antics. They march right up to him.
“What the fuck are you doing?” she screams in his face.
“Piece of mutha-fucking rabbit shit!”
“Why don’t you get your sick pervert-arse kicks somewhere else?!?!”
Trembling Ian looks up in this strong woman’s eyes. He sees how lowly he looks in them. “Sorry…” he mumbles pathetically.
“You better scram,” she warns.
“You're scaring the johns away!” another prostitute howls angrily.
“Get off our turf!”
She hisses with such fury, Ian feels scared to the bone.
He shrinks back, ashamed and frightened. Where else can he go? What can he do? He needs money fast!
Without warning, she delivers a tremendous knock to the side of his head.
Ian is shocked by the power of her smack He had no idea she could possess such physical strength.
He’s sent reeling backward, flailing naked to the ground.
He stumbles and looks up fearfully at the women towering all around him.
With difficulty he gets up again and tries to straighten his ears. He’s on the brink of bursting into tears, self loathing running through every inch of his body.
Big Bertha marches up to him. “What's the deal?” she demands.
There’s a ringing in his ear from the furious slap he was delivered. He’s afraid this woman could do even more damage on him.
“Eh boy?” she demands getting uncomfortably closer.
The fury emanating from her makes him feel incredibly small and inferior.
“Sorry ma'am…” he blubbers.
“Are you harassing my girls?!?” she says narrowing her eyes at him.
“N-no…” he says meekly.
His mind races trying to think of something to placate her. His heart is thumping in panic.
“I'm trying to earn some money.”
Big Bertha steps up even closer, threateningly staring into his eyes.
He’s aware of the prostitutes gathering around him, forming a tight impenetrable circle. Their loathing for him so blatant, they obviously could grind him beneath the spiked heel of their shoes and think nothing of it. He can't run away. He has to earn some money!
"Oh are you sweet cheeks?"
Normally Ian would feel superior and more powerful than trashy women like this. But standing naked out in the open with the women approaching him menacingly, Ian feels vulnerable and frightened. These women know how to take care of themselves and a pathetic novice to the profession like him is likely to be kicked aside and trampled before they’ll allow him to intrude upon their territory.
Big Bertha steps up to Ian threateningly, staring him right in the face and making him feel very small.
The women circle around him sizing the naked man up and making him feel like there’s no escape.
His heart beats faster feeling the physical threat from these strong women and their merciless gaze as they look him up and down.
Ian has no idea what to do except pray for some way out of this excruciating situation.
He hopes a customer will come along soon offering him loads of money so he can escape. The pressure is mounting as the women circle him.
He can feel every inch of his skin, totally exposed for them to mock and sneer at. They shoot him frightening looks letting him know he could be crushed without the slightest effort on their part.
He feels painfully inadequate as the women take their time sizing him up.
Ian’s towering pride of being a successful sales executive, a victorious self-made man is toppled by one sneering glance from this tough mistress of the streets.
The party girls wait at a distance watching with anticipation to see what’s going to happen.
Ian’s throat goes dry and he starts sweating having no idea what these girls are capable of. There’s no way for him to explain how desperate he is to make money.
The more they circle around him and check him out the smaller and more ridiculous he feels.
The girls laugh to each other. What a fool he is! Way out of his depth!
Still, they don’t want to see him completely beaten down yet. Phillipa gets an idea for how to really take care of Ian.
Ian feels a mounting pressure in his temples, getting stronger and stronger. His mind is about to snap. The women are all around him! He’s trapped!
There’s no place for him to hide out here in the open. No one would stop and help him if the women get rough.
His dick and balls shrink up in fear, his manhood suddenly feels completely inadequate and ridiculous.
“Oh hello, Police,” Phillipa says in a posh voice. “I live down by Forbes Industrial Estate.”
“I’m just putting my little one to bed but I’ve looked out of my baby’s bedroom window and there is a suspicious man acting VERY strangely.”
“He hasn’t got any clothes on. Except some bunny ears.” The other girls burst out laughing.
“I think he must be mentally ill,” Phillipa continues trying to sound frightened.
Ian’s overcome with self-disgust. He doesn’t see how he can sink any lower than this.
“He appears to be soliciting passing drivers for sex in my neighbourhood.”
The women look at him like he’s nothing more than rubbish.
He can’t even sell his body right. What a loser! A complete failure! Who would pay more than pennies for him?
Ian wants to shout at these women to keep away from him, call them dirty whores. But he’s too frightened of what they’ll do to him and it makes him feel even worse that he can’t muster the courage to stand against them.
“It’s very distressing,” Phillipa insists glancing over at Ian.
Ian knows he can’t hold back anymore if he’s going to ever get out of this situation.
He has to give it everything he’s got, allow anyone to do anything to him. Though it turns his stomach to admit defeat, he simply can’t stand this open exposure anymore, this total humiliation.
A large van drives around the bend and the women are distracted from intimidating this perverted loser.
It’s a new customer, his only hope!
It’s now or never if he’s going to make any money today.
The women step up at the prospect of business, their attitudes suddenly shifting from intimidation to seduction.
The girls pose flirtatiously hoping to catch the driver’s eye.
Phillipa insists to the officer that she won’t stand for this kind of thing in her family neighborhood.
The women pout and strike seductive poses in ways that come completely naturally to them.
However, Ian feels his heart start to race as the driver pulls up closer to him and he feels a gut-wrenching self consciousness all over again.
The blue collar worker at the wheel is the kind of person Ian really looks down upon and thinks he’s completely superior to.
Now he has to do everything he can to sell his body to him!
Consumed with frustration and fear, Ian strokes his body and pouts at the driver.
The women try to suppress their laughter while Phillipa is still on the phone. But the sight of Ian debasing himself naked in front of a new stranger is too funny!
The driver stares baffled at the strange sight of this naked man.
Determined to give it everything he’s got, Ian kneels on the dirty ground and points his rear up.
Ian can feels the man’s eyes moving past him focusing instead at the girls working it near him.
The girls have much more skill at teasing, giving only a hint of what the johns want so they’ll be salivating for more.
The party girls watch laughing hysterically at the competition taking place before their eyes.
Ian’s efforts are flagrant and perverse. He shows it all in a desperate effort to bid for the customer’s favour.
He points his arse up and wiggles it, not understanding how this could be seductive to anyone but thinking if this doesn’t earn him some cash then nothing will.
The women scoff at him doubling his humiliation about showing off the most intimate parts of his body to complete male strangers.
“I see,” the voice on the phone says to Phillipa. “Stay where you are ma’am. Don’t approach him. We’re sending a patrol car over there right away.”
Ian strokes his thigh, his stomach churning thinking about how exposed he is.
He reaches his trembling hand around. A voice in his head is telling him he has to do this. It’s now or never!
He pushes his arse out and pulls his cheeks apart revealing a glimpse of his hole to the complete stranger.
The man stares at the naked bunny boy dumbstruck.
With great pain, he works something resembling a smile onto his face. This is so perverse and unmanly, he can’t believe he’s doing it.
But after the ordeal he’s gone through today all he can think is how desperately he needs money so he can get back to his normal life!
He pulls his arse open again as if to say, “Please please fuck me like a dirty bitch!”
His skin is burning in shame.
Doing this feels totally disgusting. He can’t imagine anything more perverse, more shameful.
This guy could be anyone. What if he tells his friends or meets him again somewhere. Ian would die of shame.
He feels a cool breeze brushing against his exposed hole, his tight dangling testicles and his shrunken cock.
The shame fills his entire body. It completely consumes him.
He must make a final bid to get the customer’s attention. Something to really close the deal.
He blows a big promising kiss.
The girls do the same, but they are so much more graceful at it. Ian is awkward and clumsy.
He thinks to himself, ‘Am I really doing this? What the fuck has happened to me?!’
He wiggles his arse and pouts, feeling himself actually turning into a whore.
It feels like some hidden truth about himself has been thrust out into the open. He’s a dirty slut who can’t get enough, a filthy fucking pervert who deserves to be ground into the dirt, a lowly beast that must live off from crumbs licking the soles of society ladies’ shoes and gobbling up builders’ cum.
Phillipa politely thanks the officer she’s been speaking to and rings off.
The women pause as Phillipa shuts off her phone and then laugh triumphantly.
Ian’s situation grows more and more miserable as cars continuously pass by and the hookers become increasingly impatient with him. It’s all very well for women like this to debase themselves over and over for potential customers, but Ian resents having to go so low for the sake of a few measly pounds. He feels like he’s been stranded on the street naked for years yet he hasn’t earned a penny yet!
One of the prostitutes fixes her face after the last driver pulls away. All that pouting ruins her lipstick.
Watching her, Ian gets an idea. He’s willing to try just about anything to catch the johns’ attention at this point.
Fearful of the tough girls, Ian shyly points to the lipstick. "Can I borrow that?"
The prostitute suspiciously hands it over to the naked freak.
She immediately regrets giving it to him seeing him apply it to his bum.
Big Bertha thinks, ‘This perverted loser really is a nut job.’
Ian’s nearly at his breaking point. He feels like if he endures this public embarrassment any longer he’ll snap.
If this doesn’t get him noticed nothing will!
He checks his work. He never imagined he’d be at a point where he’d have to go so low.
Another car rounds the corner catching the girls’ attention.
Ian hurries to fix the humiliating sign post on his arse. This has to work. This must get him noticed.
It’s not often that women come around looking for some company, but the girls are used to all sorts.
Ian is startled seeing women in the car. Actual women! He’d do anything to be taken away from this painful humiliation by them.
His heart starts racing as they approach. This is his only chance. It has to be now or never.
The girls flaunt their bodies and lick their lips as the car slowly passes.
Big Bertha is completely fed up with this amateur tart. He’d better not screw up another opportunity for her girls.
As they approach Ian he turns around to flash his bare bum at them.
He sticks it out and shakes it, plants a thumb on one cheek and makes a sizzling sound.
The well-to-do women laugh appreciatively at the sorry perv’s antics.
The girls carry on trying to solicit the women in the car, confident they couldn’t be interested in this fool.
Utterly desperate Ian grabs onto the car and looks pleadingly at the women.
“Hi there toots,” Sally says. “You’re a new face. What do you do?”
Ian hadn’t even thought about what services he could offer. In a panic he blurts out in a voice he tries to modify to sound sexy, “Ooh! Whatever you want honey...”
“French….erm.. Italian….99...” he says uncertainly. “…lesbian…erm… DP?…”
He has no idea what he’s saying, but he’d say anything to get them to give him some cash so he can escape this mess.
“Oooh!” she turns to her friend Carla. “He sounds fun.” The women smile and nod to each other.
The girls can’t believe they’d seriously want this pink-eared loser.
“How much?” Sally asks.
Another question Ian hadn’t even considered. He has no idea what the going rate is. Impulsively he blurts out, “Erm…5... 5 pounds?”
“Five pounds,” Sally agrees. “I'll get out and take some pictures while you perform on the bonnet.” The friends smile at each other in anticipation.
Pictures? Not more photos of him debasing himself! But he sees that he has no choice as there have been no other offers.
The girls are happy to watch this loser embarrass himself. He obviously has no clue what he’s doing.
Sally gets out and eagerly looks her new purchase up and down.
“Okay big boy. Show me your sexiest dance,” she orders him.
Ian rests a hand on the bonnet and juts his hip out shaking it. He becomes even more acutely self-conscious with the female buyer taking pictures and all the prostitutes watching.
“Spread your arse!”
He awkwardly sticks a leg up on the car and tries to spread his cheeks. He finds it absolutely mortifying.
His skin is burning in shame as the women scrutinize his arse and genitals.
Sally is careful to get good pictures of his complete debauchery.
Carla watches excitedly as he tries to straddle the car and dance against it seductively.
“Work it boy!” Sally encourages him.
Ian points his arse out and thrusts it up and down like a bitch who can’t get enough. He’s so overcome with shame he feels like the lowest kind of dirt on the planet.
“Now stroke your dick,” she instructs him.
Ian shamefully takes hold of his dick and obediently strokes it.
His dick and balls tingle feeling all the women watching him knowing they all think he’s a filthy degenerate.
He remembers that short time ago driving to his meeting and turning himself on in the car.
Now he’s become an object for these strange women’s fantasies wanking himself openly in public. The women are enthralled.
Sally grins excitedly snapping picture after picture.
He can almost hear the women’s thoughts chiming around him as they watch him closely ‘Wank it for us you sick perv. You know you like it. Make it big and hard for us.’
His dick hardens feeling them circled around him, looking down upon this pathetic example of a man shamefully pleasuring himself in a dirty abandoned lot.
“Ooh. Nice cock. Wank while we watch. Ooh that’s nice.” She zooms in on him and click click click.
Ian’s overjoyed he’s found some customers at last – and female customers at that! His relief is short lived. Instead of taking him to a private place and letting him get off with them, the women would rather watch him perform for them out in the open while all the female prostitutes watch him display himself. With the women laughing at him while he works up a sizeable erection and one of the female customers takes multiple pictures, this is turning out to be more intensely degrading than Ian feared!
Ian strokes his sensitive stiff dick knowing the circle of women around him are watching his every move and judging his fully naked body.
He feels cheap and perverse performing sexually for mere pennies.
“Make it really hard! Give us our money’s worth.”
His dick is throbbing and alive, standing out prominently for everyone to see.
The air is thick with the women’s desire, all watching him expectantly.
He’s surprised how his body is reacting under the women’s close scrutiny.
Knowing himself to be completely under their command he pumps his cock, his balls full and ready to burst.
The powerful urge to ejaculate is spurred on by the women’s firm will.
He bows his head unable to meet their eyes with his pride completely crushed.
The prominent exposed glans of his dick is full and excruciatingly tender.
His clients blatantly stare. ‘We own you. Now wank for us you dirty whore!’
Ian’s fist whips his cock quickly, beating himself off on the hood of the car with complete abandon.
The big strong muscle of his dick is pulsing and hot.
To his shame, he can’t stop rocking his body back and forth while he fucks his hand, little moans of pleasure escaping from his lips.
He can feel himself edging quickly towards orgasm, now jerking his cock frantically and uncontrollably.
Sally snaps several photos in quick succession.
Ian can hear the photos being taken. He knows that this moment of extreme embarrassment is being recorded and might be shared with anyone in the world.
Sally smiles catching his dick on the brink of orgasm
She moves around closer so she can get the second he starts shooting.
His fingers fly gently over the pulsing length of his cock.
The dizzying shame of wanking in public is brought to a feverish pitch as he feels himself about to come.
He ejaculates with tremendous power.
Long ropes of pearly cum fly from his dick before the women’s eyes.
Sally captures it all. The camera snaps several times in quick succession.
Ian sighs as he releases all the sperm pent up in his balls.
He squeezes it all out aware of all the women watching.
“There. Phew!” Ian sighs leaning back against the car with sperm dripping from his hand and cock.
Sally grins taking a few final shots for her own personal collection.
“I'm sorry girls but time to settle up,” he says with pride. He knows he’s really earned this money.
The party girls watch from the side amazed that Ian actually went through with it.
“Of course,” Sally says. “You did such a good job you deserve a tip.”
Ian is heartened thinking they’ll give him even more money. He’ll be off the street in no time!
“My tip for you? Never solicit sex for pay…”
He's utterly baffled. What is this girl on about?
The prostitutes stare in awe. They thought they smelled a rat.
The women roughly grab poor startled Ian.
The girls smile and shake their heads.
“Never solicit sex for pay from undercover cops that is!”
Ian feels like the entire world is collapsing around him. He’s being arrested! He’s going to go on record as a pervert!
Now there’s no stopping the knowledge of his indecency from getting out!
He really is going to lose his job and the hard-earned respect of everyone he knows. He’ll be laughed at and mocked for the rest of his life!
The women drag him along with them.
Big Bertha is seriously pissed at him. She knew this freak would draw unwanted attention to her and her girls.
The prostitutes laugh and jeer at him as he’s pulled away.
“Get that freak out of here before I bust him up!” she yells angrily.
Ian wants to shrink away in shame. The ridicule and scandal is too much.
“You are being charged with solicitation and lewd behaviour. We're going to take you down to the station now,” Carla states firmly.
“The pictures I took will be used as evidence.”
“There are young families living around here you know!” she says with indignation.
Ian’s jostled into the car. There’s no escape now. The women begin the routine statement, “You have a right to remain silent. Anything you do say….”
In his mind he can see tomorrow's headlines – Perverted Salesman Caught Wanking in Dirty Back Alley!
He looks up desperately, but the women aren’t prepared to give him a scrap of cloth to cover himself with. He’s going to be dragged to the station while still completely naked!
The prostitutes strut around the car tutting and shaking their heads.
What an idiot! Wanking off in front of policewomen! That was too funny!
Big Bertha stares at him with undisguised rage and loathing while the girls laugh at the pitiful fool.
Sally loves it when she’s able to really help justice be served.
Ian hangs his head wearily, the last dregs of sperm still leaking from his cock. He can’t understand how he’s sunk even lower than he believed possible. This really must be the absolute rock bottom.
