Baring All for the Girls Pt. 02

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I’m just a guy who loves being naughty; by that I mean I love the embarrassment and exhilaration of being naked in front of clothed women. Makes me feel so vulnerable. And realizing women know what I look like naked, and everything about me, adds to the sheer ecstasy.

One way to get women to see you naked is to send them digital photos, a pleasant possibility I discovered long before it become so popular. You just have to know they will appreciate it. I don’t just send pictures of my cock. I let them see me fully naked. My favorite photo gal pal is Lynn, who was the first lovely lady I sent naked pictures of myself to.

I met Lynn at a book fair with friends years ago. She was a full-figured book reader, glasses and all and sexy in her own way, and I soon realized she liked making suggestive remarks and jokes about sex. She even mentioned she liked watching porno movies. We never got intimate but became friendly and exchanged emails. It was only a matter of time before I conjured up the idea of getting her to see me naked.

We had chatted a bit for a while in email exchanges before I got up the courage to ask her if she wanted to see a Halloween photo I had taken of myself. I pointed out I was wearing a mask over my face … and nothing else! I was extremely pleased when she wrote back to say she’d love to see the picture.

I didn’t know how serious she thought I was, but I sent her the photo, a partial mask on my face to cover the eyes and a full-frontal pose. My penis wasn’t hard, but I got it to just enough size that I hoped would be pleasing. I’m not in the big category, far from it, but that even excited me more. She would get to see my size and all my glory. I asked her to keep it a secret, “for your eyes only.”

I waited anxiously for her reply and a day later, I opened an email from her, my heart pounding, hands shaking.

“Jay! What am I going to do with you, boy!” she wrote. “Yes, I got the picture. I just loved the, uh, … the … MASK. Yeah, the mask was great! Did you know I have one – mask that is – similar to that. Maybe we can get together with them sometime. Be good, but now I KNOW you are!”

I was overjoyed and relieved. She loved the picture and had seen me naked! This is something spectacular for a naughty boy. It wasn’t some stranger, and I had shared my nakedness with a woman I knew.

This wasn’t the end of my photo antics. We’d write to each other occasionally about upcoming events and upcoming conventions we might see each other at. In time, I got up the courage to send her another photo, first asking her if it was OK. She was not only game but encouraging. “You don’t even have to ask,” she wrote.

I still had a small mask that covered my upper face but my cock was semi-hard in this one.

Waiting enthusiastically for her response, it arrived shortly. “How risque!” she replied. “I loved the mask and the sword. You just keep on being naughty, your secret is safe with me.”

Later on, when we were both online, we were chatting on instant messaging.

“Hey there, bareboy,” she greeted me. This got me really hot! We chatted suggestively for a while, and I had another photo to send her. I told her I’d email it to her, and this time I wasn’t wearing a mask!

“Thrill me, baby,” she said. I emailed her the photo while we were kocaeli escort still online.

“Oh my!” she responded. I asked her if she liked my face. “That’s not exactly what I am looking at,” Lynn replied to my utter delight!

This went on for a couple of months and I sent her a few other photos. Then, while we were chatting online again, I sent her one of me with a hard-on. Now she would really know what I looked like naked and erect. After I waited a long minute or so, breathing heavily, she emailed me with a drooling emoji. “I know what it looks like. I wonder what it tastes like. Good night, my little bare one,” she wrote. Boing!

I knew the time would come when we would meet face-to-face again and that happened when a book convention came up near my town. She was going to be there. I wrote to tell her I’d be there and she could visit me in my hotel room in all my glory. We ran into each other on one of the convention floors. I think I turned red, but she just went along chatting with me about unrelated things. Soon, I was getting a little anxious and finally asked her if I could call her later and ask her over to my room, winking. She smiled and said she had to meet another guy later in the evening, but she added she’d be available at certain times, hinting that I should call her soon. “I can’t wait to SEE you,” she whispered after pulling me by the arm to her. We had drinks with friends, and again, to my delight, she reminded me to call her.

I called her later. I was naked. She said she’d be up. My body was shaking, breathing was hard, and so was I. There was a knock at the door a few long minutes later. I opened it a crack to make sure she was alone, then I opened the door and welcomed her in.

She hugged and kissed me hard, then look me over with a big smile. “My bareboy!”

I walked her in; she was giddy. “Well, I finally get to see Jay Bare in the flesh!” She sat down on the edge of the bed.

I was hard as I casually walked over to a desk and asked her if she’d like a drink. “That’s not what I had in mind,” she said, grinning. I turned and walked toward her, unconsciously (or perhaps consciously) giving my boner a few strokes. She stared at me, giving my whole body a look over, and I got closer.

She put her hands on my hips and then gently rubbed my upper thighs, gradually putting her hands on my ass cheeks. I was so stiff, probably begging her with my eyes to stroke my penis. Like magic, she did.

Then I bravely mentioned, “Now you can find out what it tastes like.”

“Mmmm, mmmm,” she responded, slowly putting her lips around the head of my cock and moving her mouth down farther. She easily engulfed my entire hard-on. I wondered for a moment the kind of satisfaction women get from doing this. Is it to provide full pleasure? Or is she saying, ‘Ha, ha, I can fit your whole cock in my mouth!” The power they can have thrilled me.

Lynn soon slipped her mouth back up my cock and went down to lick and kiss my balls. I had my hard cock on her face, then I began stroking it. “Oh, Lynn,” I moaned. “Will you marry me?”

She momentarily looked up, smiled and said, “That’s the first time a naked guy asked me to marry him!”

We both chuckled, but I was at the height of enjoyment, continuing to stroke my cock. kocaeli rus escort As I got closer to coming, Lynn still pleasuring my balls, I yelled out, “Oh, Lynn, I’m coming, I’m coming!”

To my pleasant surprise, she quickly moved her mouth from my balls to my rock-hard, throbbing penis. I began shooting my load into her mouth, her gulping down spurt after spurt of my cum.

When I was finished, Lynn still kept sucking, making sure she got every drop. Then she pulled back, opened her mouth wide and showed me some cum still on her tongue. She got up, pulled me close to her and kissed me hard, slipping some of my cum into my mouth. I obediently swallowed. She was the one in control. Sure, she sucked my cock, but I was standing there naked in front of her, my cock wet and dripping. I was indeed her naked slave boy.

Lynn walked into the bathroom to rinse her mouth, then came back out. We hugged some more and kissed, saying our goodbyes for now, and her giving me an appreciative look. I found out later that she went on to fuck the guy she was meeting that evening. I also knew he had a huge cock. I was just her appetizer. Didn’t matter to me. I remained her naughty boy.

We kept in contact for the next few months, me often mentioning how much I enjoyed her attention, and she always letting me know it was her pleasure. She also asked if it would be okay to share my nude photos with her friend Stella. I said absolutely! And that I would like to meet her someday as well. That time would come only a short time later when Lynn and Stella were in my area, and we decided to meet at a local restaurant, then I could show them my place.

I must admit I still felt a little embarrassed when I met Lynn and Stella, both of them having seen me nude. While we had drinks, the conversation had to eventually turn to our little secret. Stella was first to mention it, looking at me and joking, “So, you look nice in the proper attire, not that I don’t mind the other attire.” She and Lynn laughed. And I invited them back to my place.

Once there, after some time, it got around to me wanting to do my thing in person with them, and I could sense they were just waiting after a few suggestive remarks were made from all of us. Finally, Stella just blurted out, “OK, bareboy, strip!”

I wasted no time, tossing off my shirt, dropping my pants and underpants, stepping out so I was completely nude, my hard cock already popping out in front of their faces. They had wide eyes and grins.

Stella wasted no time in taking control and teasing me. “Cute!” she shouted, staring at my hard-on. She and Lynn looked at each other, giggling. Stella walked right up to me without hesitation, showing she was in command, employing all her aggressiveness and looking me over, front and back.

“You ARE a naughty boy!” Stella yelled out before giving a couple of hard slaps to my bare behind. It really stung and my face must have shown it, to the delight of both Lynn and Stella. “Well,” I tried to come back, “you are naughty ladies.”

Lynn blurted out a laugh and chided me, “We’re naughty? You’re the bare one, Jay Bare!” By now, I had a hard-on that wouldn’t quit, even pointing upwards a little bit.

“We should sue him for sexual harassment!” Stella izmit ucuz escort yelled.

“Sexual harassment?” I countered. “I’m the one with the red butt after being abused!”

With that, Stella, aware of my extreme pleasure, decided to humiliate me even further with a few more hard, unforgiving spanks, throwing salt on the wounds. It was really hurting and she seemed to love my pain. She stepped next to me and turned me around so Lynn could see as Stella pointed at my reddened, bare bottom, giggling. A big smile on her face as she bent down a little, closer to my cherry-red cheeks. “You have been a bad boy!”

Still stiff, hot and ready, I turned toward Lynn, redness showing on may face as well. Lynn hit me with a big grin, aware of my true feelings. The embarrassment and thrills only aroused me.

I was so hard. Stella then shouted, staring directly at my boner, “Let’s see you work on it. Lynn tells me you enjoy doing that!” She turned to Lynn with a wink, and Lynn shot back with a wink and a grin. We walked out onto the screened-in porch. Stella couldn’t resist giving me another hard smack on my sore behind. I jolted and my hard cock stiffened. It was wonderful being on the porch with a slight breeze that only made me hornier and as hard as my pulsing penis could be.

Those who’ve read my previous adventure in Part 1 are well aware of my desire to jerk off in front of women, clothed women especially. So, without further ado, I went at it right in front of them.

I began pumping away, my hand gripping my already dripping cock. Rubbing it quickly up and down as Lynn and Stella watched wide-eyed, Stella suddenly got closer, knelt before me and teasingly started blowing warm breaths on my pulsating, jerked, hard-on. Oh, it felt so good.

She looked up at Lynn. “Look at this,” she said as she pointed at my stiffened cock with a big smile on her face to tease. I wanted so much for her to grab it, but the bitch that had made me so hard and horny moved back and started chuckling.

“Now, now, Stella. Don’t be so cruel,” Lynn remarked with a smirk. The two ladies sat down on the cushioned chairs, looking at me intently as if demanding I continue to stroke away.

So I did.

It didn’t take long as I began moaning loudly, unashamed at this point, letting them know, “I’m coming!” I got closer to Stella, hoping to shoot my load all over her, but she quickly jumped out of the chair as shots of hot cum spurted from my cock onto the seat and back cushions of the chair. I continued moaning and yelling, “Oh, yeah, oh, yeah …” It ended after seeming like an eternity, my cum splattered all over the cushions.

“Eek!” Stella screamed. Lynn stood silent, then looked at me with a knowing smile. Yes, she knew I enjoyed the experience immensely, even though I now stood there, naked, my cock still dripping and getting limp, and feeling a bit humiliated. It was a feeling that would pass quickly, as it always does, while I warmed up to these wonderful ladies, belittling as they were, yet soothing.

I remained naked as we talked a little bit more and even joked about what had just happened. They soon decided to leave. I kissed my love, Lynn, a few times before we parted and whispered to her I hoped we could keep doing it again. She gave me a nod and a comforting smile before they left. She also gave me another hard-on as I heard her talking and giggling with Stella about my naughty antics on the way to the car. I wiped the dried cum from the cushions with a wet cloth, hard the whole time as I thought about what they had just seen. Then I jerked off again while rubbing my sore ass. Then again. Oh, the memories!

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