A Surprise CFNM Examination

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About a month after I started my senior year in high school I got this note to see Nurse Stallings right after school. I had swim practice that day, but the note seemed pretty insistent, so I showed up at exactly 3:30.
The last time I was in the nurse's office was like two years ago, when I was 16, because I twisted my ankle running. There is an outer waiting area and then another office where you go to get examined. When I walked into the waiting area, Nurse Stallings was writing something on a clipboard. I just stood there shuffling around until I caught her attention.

"Oh yes," she said, "Bryan Atkins."

She disappeared for a second and then came back with a file. "You haven't turned in a physical exam form."

I was supposed to get checked out three weeks ago before school started, but I got the flu so I skipped it. I thought it was kind of funny then - I'm not going to doctor because I'm sick. Well she didn't think it was funny.

"Mr. Atkins, you're not even supposed to be going to practice without an exam," she said. "It's state law."

"Yeah well..."

"If you want to keep working out with the team I'll need to examine you right away."

I wasn't really thrilled with the thought of being checked out by Nurse Stallings, but I couldn't keep skipping practices either.

"Now?" I said.

"Yes, now." She led me through one of those little half doors into the office and area and motioned me to go into the examining room. "Strip down to your underwear," she said, "and sit on the table. I'll be with you in a few minutes."

I walked into the room, laid my backpack on a chair, looked up and noticed Jennifer Lowry sitting there reading a book.

Jennifer Lowry was a senior last year. Slightly geeky, somewhat undeveloped, no date for the prom. The only reason I even knew her name is that she was always showing up at pep rallies and organizing school events last year. She has an equally geeky sister, Pamela, currently a sophomore who sometimes acts as a timer at our swim meets. So why was Jennifer sitting here in the examining room?

She put on her glasses. "Bryan?"

"Yeah. What are you doing here?"

"Oh I'm here for Student Shadow Day."

The local community college runs a Shadow Day, where the students can pick a job they're interested in and then find someone willing to "shadow" them (meaning: work alongside them) for the day.

"So you're interested in being a nurse?" I asked like I really cared.

"Yes, and Nurse Stallings is letting me shadow with her for the day."

"That's nice."

"Why are you here?" she asked.

"Physical exam," I shrugged. "They won't let me play without one."

"You're on the varsity baseball team and swim team, right," she said.

"Yeah -- and track.."

Then Nurse Stallings opened the door. "Bryan, why are you still dressed?" Jennifer and I looked at eachother.

"Jennifer," Nurse Stallings said, "Bryan is here for a complete physical exam. This will be a good experience for you. As a nurse you will assist in many physical examinations for young males."

No one bothered to ask me how I felt about this. Being examined by this old crone was one thing, but having Jennifer, who was practically my age, seeing me in my underwear was slightly uncool.

OK, so now I was supposed to just casually take off my clothes. I started by removing my school jacket and draping it over a chair. Then I took off my running shoes and stuck them under the chair. I took off my white socks and rolled them into a ball and put them in one of the shoes. I removed my sweatshirt and tee underneath in one motion and put them in a pile over my school jacket. I could feel the air from a ceiling fan on my bare chest.

I loosened the belt on my pants and undid the top button. I looked up and could see Jennifer and Nurse Stallings standing there looking at me. Fuck it, I thought, the sooner I do this the sooner it will be over. I pulled my jeans down to the floor and stepped out of them. I put the pants on the pile of clothes and stood there wearing only my light blue Gap boxer-briefs. I tried to avoid eye contact with Jennifer who I think was staring at my crotch.

"Jennifer," Nurse Stallings said, "I'll let you weigh Bryan." I walked over and stepped onto the scale and Jennifer just stood there trying to figure it out. This was one of those gym scales where you had to balance the weights. I moved them myself while she watched and it came to 155 pounds. Nurse Stallings gave her a sheet, which had the words "Physical Exam-Male" at the top and I could see Jennifer making some marks on it.

After my weigh-in, I was told to get on the examining table. Nurse Stallings got this little flashlight and shined it in my eyes while I looked straight ahead. Then she had Jennifer do the same thing while she jotted something on the sheet. Then my ears were looked at. I was told that they could be cleaner, which made me feel like I was 5. Then I had to stick out my tongue and Nurse Stallings and Jennifer looked down my throat.

Nurse Stallings listened to my lungs with a (cold) stethoscope and then Jennifer did too, except that she dropped the stethoscope on the floor and they had to get a new one. When she was listening to my chest, I thought Jennifer's hand grazed one of my nipples. But maybe it was my imagination.

Then Nurse Stallings showed Jennifer how to take my blood pressure and heart rate. This took several minutes because she was so clumsy. "Your resting heartrate is 60," Nurse Stallings said. "That's very healthy." "You have a very athletic build, very little body fat," Nurse Stallings announced clinically.

"Bryan is on the varsity baseball and swim team," Jennifer said.

"And track."

"Yes," she added, "and track.."

"Now Bryan, lie flat on your back," Nurse Stallings said, thumping on my stomach. Then Jennifer felt around my stomach, which was just weird. Then I got back up again and with my legs dangling from the table, they tested my reflexes. I think Jennifer hit my knee like 15 times before she got it right.

Nurse Stallings then took Jennifer over by a desk in the corner and made some more marks on the form. I was still sitting on the exam table in my underwear, swinging my legs back and forth. Then she pointed to an item on the form and asked Jennifer something, but I couldn't quite make out. "Is it something I should observe?" Jennifer said. "Oh definitely," Nurse Stallings said, "it's a standard part of the exam." Jennifer looked over at me, then thought for a moment and nodded to Nurse Stallings.

"OK, Bryan," said Nurse Stallings, "could you please come over and stand up straight."

I hopped off the table and walked over to the two of them, Nurse Stallings who was almost my height in her white uniform and Jennifer who was a foot shorter than me.

"I'll need you to pull down your shorts for me," Nurse Stallings announced. Or at least that's what I thought she said, I couldn't quite believe it.

"I'm sorry, what?"

"Pull down your shorts," she said slowly. "We need to inspect your genitals." We?? So that's what they were whispering about. Again, no one bothers to ask me.

"Um, nurse..."

"Bryan," Nurse Stallings said with a trace of exasperation, "this is a standard part of the exam. And I think it will benefit Jennifer to see it for her future studies." I looked at Jennifer who had this like dreamy look in her eyes. But when our eyes met, she quickly looked away.

So what's the deal? I'm supposed to expose myself to this girl whose sister I see every day? Something about this was very wrong. I'm supposed to be the one looking at naked girls. They're not supposed to be inspecting me and checking me out.

"Well I mean, do I have to.. you know, in front of... you know..." I just stammered trying to think of something to say. "What I mean is, you know in front of... a girl..."

"Bryan," Nurse Stallings said firmly. "Jennifer is here to learn about being a nurse. Most nurses are women and most of the younger doctors are women also. So I suggest that you get used to being examined by females."

"But--"

"And a complete physical examination requires an inspection of your genitals." Nurse Stallings turned to Jennifer: "Jennifer, you'll find that high school boys can get very bashful."

Fuck.

I closed my eyes, pulled down my light blue Gap boxer-briefs to my knees, and stood there with my dick and balls hanging out for everyone to see. I could hear Jennifer inhale through her mouth.

"Bryan is circumcised," Nurse Stallings announced. "When a boy is circumcised, the foreskin is removed. You'll notice that the head of Bryan's penis is exposed." Jennifer nodded.

These two women are discussing my dick! Is Jennifer going to tell her geeky sister that she saw Bryan's dick? I mean we talk about girls' boobs constantly in the locker room. Is it possible that now girls will be talking about my cock in their locker room? This is just not right.

"If Bryan were uncircumcised, we would need to check under his foreskin. But that's not necessary for circumcised boys." Nurse Stallings jotted something down on the form - probably noting that my dick is cut. Great.

"Next we check for a hernia," said Nurse Stallings. "This is very important. A weakness like that could cause Bryan to hurt himself." Nurse Stallings then grabbed my balls and told me to turn my head and cough. I'm been through that drill before.

"Now you try it."

Jennifer hesitantly put her hand on my nuts. My dick twitched right in front of her; I couldn't help it.

"Please cough," she said trying to emulate the nurse.

"Turn your head and cough," Nurse Stallings corrected.

So we went through it again.

"Now we should take a closer look at Bryan's testicles," Nurse Stalling said. Great. I already wanted to crawl in a hole and die.

"Boys Bryan's age are prone to testicular cancer so its important that they perform a self-test on their testicles periodically." Can't she say "guys like Bryan"? "Boys" makes it sound like I'm a kid.

"Bryan," asked Nurse Stallings, "do you periodically check your testicles for a lump?" Oh God, does she have to ask this now?

"Um.. well.. sometimes.."

"See?" she said to Jennifer. "Boys don't check themselves out. So we should do it now while we have the opportunity." I guess the "opportunity" she's talking about is that my shorts are down to my knees and my dick and balls are dangling in front of me.

Nurse Stallings grabbed each ball gently but firmly and rolled it around in her fingers. "Nothing abnormal here," she said, and wrote something down.

"Your turn," she said to Jennifer.

Very hesitantly, Jennifer reached down and felt my left ball.

"Now roll it around and see if you feel anything."

She started delicately fingering my nuts and... well I tried to think of doing sit-ups and math homework and disgusting insects... but the only message coming from my teenage brain was - a girl has her hands on your balls. And right in front of her eyes, BOING, my dick started to rise. By the time she was through checking my balls, my 18 year old penis was pointing straight out at her like a guided missile.

Startled at my erecting penis, Jennifer backed away. Nurse Stallings said, "Don't be concerned, Jennifer. Boys Bryan's age are very sensitive and often develop erections when their genitals are being examined. It will subside."

I just stood there with my head down, not really wanting to look at Jennifer while my dick was bobbing up and down. OK, so now lame sophomore girls are going to hear about my hardon too. "Can I pull up my shorts now?" I asked.

"Just a second." Nurse Stallings looked at her watch. "Jennifer, since we don't have anyone else waiting, I should take this opportunity to show you how to perform a digital rectal exam. Its optional for boys as young as Bryan, but its standard part of a complete physical for a male. Would you like to see how a rectal exam is performed?" she asked Jennifer.

Of course no one asked me. I guess Jennifer must have nodded yes because I was asked to remove my underwear completely - now I was totally naked - and lie on my back on the examining table. I just closed my eyes and tried to think of being somewhere else, except that my dick was hard and pointing up at the ceiling.

I just kept thinking that this girl is getting to see me - Bryan - totally naked, totally vulnerable and there's nothing I can do about it. I have to lie here and let her see all my private parts.

I could hear the sound of latex gloves being snapped on and Nurse Stallings talking in hushed tones about "lubricating" something or other.

"Bryan," Nurse Stallings said, "could you please pull your knees up? OK, now spread your legs."

I opened my eyes and lifted my head a bit and saw Nurse Stallings straddling my legs and Jennifer right behind her starting at my hole. This shameful part of my body and I have to show it to this geeky college girl. I imagined the conversation between her and her geeky sister. "I got to see Bryan's hairy asshole" -- "Really? What does it look like?" I can just forget my cool rep now.

Nurse Stallings said, "Bryan, I'm going to insert my glove now. Try to bear down like you are having a bowel movement." So now Jennifer's sister can picture me sitting on the toilet. Another great image. I mean forget it now. I can never show my face to a girl in this high school again.

I felt the finger start to enter my butt. Nothing has ever entered my hole before. It felt weird and actually kind of good in a way. It swirled around for a bit and I started to shake and.. oh fuck. Oh shit. My dick twitched suddenly and I came all over my chest.

Nurse Stallings removed her finger from my butt and looked at it. "Everything seems normal. Jennifer, could you hand Bryan a paper towel."

"Sometimes rectal stimulation causes boys to ejaculate," Nurse Stallings said.

Jennifer handed me a paper towel and stood there looking at me, lying naked on the table. While she watched, I wiped my dripping cock and the cum from my chest. She also watched as I spread my legs and wiped my hole.

"Can I please put my underwear back on," I asked, trying to restore some sense of modesty. Nurse Stallings nodded.

The phone rang and Nurse Stallings picked it up. She talked for a moment, put the receiver down, and motioned Jennifer to come over. "I'm needed elsewhere," she said, handing the exam form to Jennifer. "I'll let you take care of this last matter," she said pointing to the form.

Nurse Stallings exited the room. Jennifer took a plastic cup and motioned me into a small bathroom inside the office.

"Um, Bryan," she said, "Nurse Stallings asked me to take care of one last thing."

"What now?"

She waved the plastic cup. "Urine test."

"OK."

I waited for her to leave.

"Bryan?"

"Yeah?"

"The form says, 'Urine test-observed.'

"What do you mean, 'observed'?

"Well they need to make sure it's your urine, so its not tampered with, you know, in case of drugs."

"So you're telling me --"

"I have to watch you pee."

Well I started stammering again, which is what I do when I'm nervous. "Well, now... now... come on... Jennifer... now... you know I don't do drugs... I mean you don't actually want to have to see me... you know..."

She smiled, for the first time. "Bryan, I've just seen you naked. I've touched your balls. I've seen you cum."

Well I couldn't argue with her. I was also a little shocked to hear her use the words "balls" and "cum."

"Can I ask you something?"

"What?"

"Well," I said, "I mean - for you - this was like all professional right?"

"What do you mean?" she asked.

"I mean... this was part of some career thing... its not like you got off on it right?"

She smiled again. "Bryan, I do want to be a nurse." Pause. "But I'm also a girl."

"What does that mean?"

"It means I like looking at boys."

I was afraid that's what it meant.

"You mean the way guys look at girls?"

"We girls aren't that obvious, but yes."

"So you liked seeing..."

"Your penis?" she said. "Yes. Its beautiful."

I've never heard my dick described as beautiful before. "Are you surprised to hear that?"

"Well..."

"I remember watching you at varsity swim meets last year and thinking you had a beautiful body."

OK, on the one hand I was flattered to hear this: I mean who wouldn't be? On the other hand, I felt violated. Violated? Did I actually say that?

"Do you feel uncomfortable letting me see you like this?" Jennifer asked.

My pride wouldn't let me admit it. But my red face gave it away.

"I felt... a little on display."

"Having to submit your private parts for inspection?"

"Yeah..."

"Well I enjoyed the education."

I smiled at last. "Glad I could be of service, I guess."

"Nurse Stallings believes that its good for girls to inspect boys. She says that it removes a lot mystery surrounding gender."

"Some of us like to keep a little mystery..." I said, still smiling.

"Don't worry," she said, ruffling my hair a bit. "Your mystery is safe with me."

She looked at her watch. "Speaking of Nurse Stallings, she is going to wonder what we're been doing in here."

Oh yes, I had one other duty to perform. I lowered my Gap shorts to my knees one more time, letting her see my soft dick flop out. It took a few seconds, since I'm not used to urinating on command.

Jennifer looked on in fascination as a pee stream flowed out of my cock. She handed me a plastic cup, which I quickly filled, and the stream just went on and on - I hadn't peed since lunch.

Eventually, the stream reduced to a trickle. Then I pulled up my shorts for the last time and tucked my penis inside. "First time I've ever peed in front of a girl."

"First time I've ever seen a guy pee." Then she squeezed my hand. I quickly dressed and left the office. On my way out I saw Jeff Drake, one of my baseball teammates, sitting in the waiting area.

I could hear Nurse Stallings: "Mr. Drake, strip down to your underwear. I'll be with you in a few minutes."

I turned around and saw Tim go into the examining room, greeted by a smiling Jennifer. Another boy for her inspection.

THE END

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The Private Place

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Mix sat in the closet with her little nightlight in one hand and her pencil in the other, scribbling her sketches in her drawing pad like she did every day.

Mix was a peculiar name for a girl, even she would readily admit that, but she was rather fond of it. It was a nickname of course, a warped version of her full name, Mindy, and a play on her passion for comic books. ("Comics, comix, 'mix, get it?") It did become frustrating having to explain it to others over and over again, mostly adults it seemed. Younger people didn't seem to have as much a problem with it.

Mix sat in the large closet of the empty guest room as she did every day. This was her private place, where no one ever bothered her. This was the place where she could escape and not worry about others finding her. This was the place where she could read those forbidden stories she'd find online, where she could draw her erotic sketches that she never showed anyone, where she could play with herself when her urges became too great.

She imagined that everyone her age must have a private place, and this closet was hers. She lived in a big house, and her parents and siblings never bothered her here. She made sure not to stay gone for too long, just in case anyone would decide to look for her. A half hour every day was enough -- sometimes a full hour or even a little longer when she lost track of time, but that didn't happen too often.

She looked at the blank page of her sketch pad, trying to decide what to draw next. She had been drawing since she was a toddler, and she had a chest full of sketchpads and notebooks filled with doodles. She proudly showed most of them to her family and friends. They lauded her skill, so refined at such a young age, and not a single lesson. She was thinking of going to school for art, but her whole life was ahead of her and she hadn't made a decision yet. For now, drawing was just a pleasant hobby, like her stories and her comics.

Comics had fascinated her, especially the ones about superheroes. Her friends would tease her for being so obsessed with such childish things. "Why are you wasting your time on kids' stuff?" they'd say, or "Aren't comic books for boys?" She didn't care about the teasing, and the questions and snide comments were annoying, but she could deal with them.

The simple answer was that comic books showed the beauty of the human body in simple line drawings -- and Mix quickly learned that she could draw those bodies too. With a mere few lines, she could create people and have them do anything she wanted. Her imagination ran wild. She invented characters, she created stories. It was the most amazing thing.

The sketch pad she held in her hand was one of the few that she didn't dare show anyone else. It was full of naked bodies, beautifully drawn. Some were posed innocently, with just a hint of eroticism (which made them even more erotic, in her mind), while others were uninhibited, engaging in the most sexual acts her young mind could imagine. Drawing such things was a release for her, since she was still a virgin. Yes, she'd made out with boys, even let them touch her, but she hadn't gone "all the way" yet. Not yet. She could put her fantasies on paper and in some way it felt almost as good as the real thing.

As she began to sketch a lovely female face, she heard the door to the room creak open. She quickly turned off her handheld light and peaked through the closet's old-fashioned keyhole. No one would see her and there would be no reason for anyone to look in the closet since nothing was in there except some extra pillows, blankets, and bed sheets. But she had a clear view of the guest room through the keyhole.

She saw her brother Nico enter the room and lock the door behind him.

"Why would he lock the door?" she thought. She herself never locked the door when she was in there, because she feared it would raise unnecessary suspicions. She was curious now to see what Nico was up to. She thought this room was her own private place. She never considered that others in her family might use it as a sanctuary themselves.

Nico had a small hand towel in one hand and what looked like a 4x5 inch picture in the other. Mix squinted to see what it was but she couldn't make it out. But it was definitely a picture, she could see that.

Nico dropped the picture and the hand towel on the bed and turned toward the closet door. Mix felt her heart skip a beat and almost gasped. It looked as if Nico was looking right at her! But she soon realized that she had nothing to worry about. Her presence was still undiscovered. Nico couldn't see her peeking through the keyhole. Instead, Nico was looking at his own reflection. A full-length mirror was nailed to the closet door and her brother was simply looking at himself.

Nico was a handsome young man, a dedicated athlete. He suffered from a bit of vanity, but he had a good heart. Mix loved him with all her might. She suppressed a little giggle as she saw him gently play with his hair, making faces at himself in the mirror, his guard down, unaware that he was being watched.

He then proceeded to take off his tee-shirt. He had a great body. He didn't really work out too much, but he had a naturally hot physique thanks to all the sports he played. Mix knew that all her friends at school would give anything to be with him. He was quite a catch -- strong, handsome, smart.

Mix had some dreams herself about her older brother Nico, although she always felt so guilty afterwards. But she couldn't help it. He was so attractive.

She looked at his torso now. His chest was so broad, his abs so flat, his biceps and his "six-pack" so enticing. No drawing she could ever do could capture that perfection. Mix wanted to run her fingers across his skin, to feel his tight muscles.

She started feeling guilty again and almost looked away when she saw to her amazement that Nico had begun to take his pants off. "What on earth is he doing?" she thought.

He threw his pants on the floor next to his tee-shirt and took off his socks. He stood there, then, in nothing but his boxers, admiring his body in the mirror. He flexed a little, and Mix forced herself again to hold back a laugh.

But her impulse to laugh quickly faded when she saw the bulge. Yes, the bulge that she loved so much to draw on all her male characters. Even with clothes on, she'd draw that little line, that little hint of a package in all the fictional men and boys she drew, young or old. In comics, you could get away with it and no one would pay too much attention, since anatomy was often so exaggerated. But she loved drawing it. Even in her "innocent" artwork, she'd add that hint of the bulge.

She stared mesmerized by the bulge in her brother's boxers. "He's hard!" she thought, almost blurting it out loud.

Nico went over to the bed and picked up the small photograph he had dropped there. He stared at it for a while and then with his free hand he adjusted his crotch. He pulled off his boxer shorts in a quick fluent motion.

Mix's beautiful gray eyes widened in surprise as she saw her brother naked in front of her, his penis erect. Her cheeks flushed, and before she could think another thought, Nico turned again to the mirror. Still looking down at the picture in his hand, he started rubbing his hard cock slowly. His hand stroked his long shaft, up and down, up and down.

He kept looking at that picture as he pleasured himself, but every once in a while he would look up at his own reflection. And even though Mix knew that Nico couldn't see her and had no idea that anyone was watching him, it looked like he was staring right at her as he pumped his prick.

Mix was mesmerized. She couldn't believe that she was spying on her older brother jerking off! It never crossed her mind that Nico might still beat off occasionally. He was always dating some pretty girl, so it never occurred to her that he might still masturbate.

"So this is his private place where he comes to wack off!" she thought, mischievously.

She kept looking at him as he expertly fondled his own package. "How many times in his life has he done that?" she thought. She thought of all the times she herself had rubbed her pussy and her breasts beneath her bedcovers or in the guest room closet -- so many times, she couldn't even come up with a number. Did boys do it more than girls?

Nico's dick just seemed to grow bigger and bigger as he continued to stroke it. Mix couldn't believe what she was seeing.

Eventually, Nico dropped the picture and went over to lie down on the bed. He closed his eyes, and, lying flat on his back, kept pumping at a steady rhythm. Mix could hear him breathing heavily now. He swayed his hips in sync with the movement of his fist. It was such an amazing sight to behold. His hand stroked up and down, and his fingers and palm twisted gently in circular motion around the shaft and the tip of his throbbing penis. His whole body started to tense up with pleasure.

"It must feel so good for him," Mix thought.

Her own body was starting to feel good too. Her nipples were hard and there was a tingle between her legs more intense than anything she'd ever felt.

Nico kept pumping away, his whole body rocking. He was using both hands now, cupping his balls, stroking his manhood, rubbing himself ever faster.

It lasted for a while. Mix could tell that her brother was trying to make the good sensations last as long as possible. But eventually Nico reached a point of no return. He was pulling on his dick furiously, like an animal out of control. His face was red and he was moaning in bliss when finally he seemed to convulse in one big spasm of joy. A pearly white stream of cum shot from his penis and he barely held back a loud gasp of relief.

Mix exhaled as well. Her fingers had gone down between her legs during this whole spectacle, and she hadn't even realized that she had been stroking her own body in rhythm with Nico's movements.

"This is crazy," she thought, trying to catch her breath.

She kept looking at Nico lying there on the bed, his chest heaving, like someone who had just concluded an intense workout. His penis still looked so big. Mix couldn't take her eyes off it.

After a few moments, Nico stood up, took the hand towel and cleaned himself with it, wiping every last trace of his semen. He quickly got dressed, unlocked the door, and ran out of the room.

Mix sat in the closet for long minutes afterwards, the memory of what she had just witnessed playing over and over again in her mind.

After much time had passed, she came out and began to head for the door. She noticed, on the floor, face down, the 4x5 picture that Nico had left behind. He had forgotten the picture!

Mix quickly picked it up and shoved it in her sketch book, not looking at it.

She hurried to her own room which she shared with her older sister Emily. She closed the door and jumped on her bed.

Nico would eventually realize that he'd lost his picture, but she doubted that he'd ever find out or suspect that his little sister Mix would have it.

Mix was extremely curious to find out what image was the source of inspiration for her brother Nico's recent jerk off session.

She pulled out the photo and turned it over to look at it.

It had become a day full of surprises, because instead of the expected picture of some naked model or cute girl from school, Mix was staring at a picture of two suntanned young girls in skimpy bathing suits -- it was a picture of Emily and Mix from last summer's Caribbean family vacation!

"Nico just shot his load after looking at a picture of Emily and me at the beach!" Mix thought.

She didn't know what to think. "Was he jerking off to Emily? Was he imagining her making him cum?" Emily was closer to Nico's age, and she was extremely beautiful, but..."I'm in the picture too," Mix thought. "Was he thinking of both of us?"

She sat back on her bed and put the picture away with her secret sketch book as more crazy thoughts danced through her head.

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Trouble At Work

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It had all started innocently. I'd opened the door to the photocopier room and seen Laura, the office junior, in the process of removing her blouse. The fact that she was eighteen, gorgeous and with a fantastic trim figure meant that she instantly grabbed my attention.

I quickly closed the door, leaving a small crack which I could see her through. Having removed her white blouse she reached inside a bag to take out a newly bought top. All the time she did this I was focused on her white bra, from which her breasts were threatening to spill out from. I was completely transfixed by the sight and oblivious to the figure approaching from behind me.

"What are you up to?" said Louise, one of the supervisors.

I mumbled an unconvincing excuse, but she brushed past me and opened the door. There stood a startled Laura and from the look on Louise's face it was obvious I was in serious trouble.

I'd stammered all kinds of excuses but to no avail, and so I found myself summoned to the managers office. I had to wait for an hour before my allotted time, and spent this trying to think up further excuses, all of which were equally implausible.

I approached the managers door with an intense feeling of dread and had to swallow hard before knocking. I was asked to enter and found the manager Julie sitting behind her desk, Louise was also present and Julie's personal assistant Carol was sat in the far corner, notebook and pen in hand.

I stood there, shoulders slumped, feeling sick and embarrassed. Julie spoke first, she was an attractive blonde haired woman in her early forties, dressed in a light grey suit.

"What we have is a very serious allegation against you, young man," she paused, allowing the seriousness of the situation to sink in. "Do you have anything to say in defence of these allegations?"

I shook my head, and looked down at my feet, desperately wanting the floor to open up beneath me.

"Before I make any decision on your punishment, I think it is only fair that you first apologise to Laura for your actions," Julie added.

With this Carol was signalled to go and get Laura. She returned quickly and I found myself stood next to Laura, who was once again wearing her white blouse.

I muttered my apology to Laura, and added that it had all been a terrible accident. She looked far from impressed, merely glaring at me.

"Rest assured," said Julie to Laura. "That we will be taking the strongest action in this case, but we also feel that you, as the one that has suffered, should have your input into the punishment that he recieves. Do you have any suggestions that you would like to make?"

Although Laura's looks suggested a demure, respectful young lady, she was anything but. She had already acquired a reputation around the office for her bluntness and willingness to voice her opinion on the crudest of topics, indeed, this was part of her attraction.

"Well saying as I've been humiliated and ogled by this pervert, I think it's only fair he should be made to feel the same way".

I was a bit taken aback by her outburst, as obviously the others were.

"What exactly do you mean, Laura?" enquired Julie.

"He should be made to strip in front of me," she spat the comment out, with deadly seriousness.

Julie looked as bewildered as I felt, and she looked around to Louise and Carol for advice. Before any could be issued, Laura added.

"It's either that or I want the Police brought in". A real fear was now setting in to me. I looked pleadingly around at everyone, but they still looked in a state of
confusion.

It was Louise that spoke next. "Well I suppose that it must be one or the other if that's what Laura wants".

Julie nodded and then presented the options to me, "Either you agree to what Laura proposes, or we will have to involve the Police, the decision is yours".

My brain had turned to jelly, what was I supposed to do, the thought of the Police
and then it appearing in the papers was too horrible to contemplate.

"I'll do what she says, as long as the Police aren't involved," my voice barely audible.

"Right, go on then strip!" Laura had moved to the same side of the desk as the others, and was stood with her arms folded across her chest, a look of menace in her eyes.

I didn't have a clue what she expected, so I undid my tie and placed it on the desk, before unbuttoning my shirt. I awkwardly removed this and dropped it on the floor.
Standing before them with my arms hanging by my side. At nineteen I was a year older than Laura, but in many ways I looked much youger. I glanced across at the four of them, they sat staring intently at my hairless chest.

"And the rest," barked Laura.

"But it was only your top I saw you without," I blurted. I hadn't realised it was supposed to go further than this.

"Don't be stupid," she sneered,"All of it, unless you'd rather explain yourself to the Police."

I looked pleadingly at the others. Carol then spoke, she was the eldest of the four in her early fifties, but she always dressed in a way that revealed large amounts of her ample bosom.

"It was agreed that Laura could set the punishment." A flushedness apparent in her face.

Julie listened and then looked at louise who nodded her approval.

"It's only fair that you take it all off," Julie said, "too feel the embarrassment that Laura had to endure".

I glanced at Laura who was looking anything but embarrassed, she stood defiantly with a smug expression on her face, revelling in my predicament.

I bent down and removed my shoes and socks, all the time aware that my trousers would be next. I stood upright and looked around for a helpful face, but by now they all seemed absorbed by the spectacle unfolding, this was reinforced by Julie, who nodded at my belt.

I slowly undid the buckle and then the buttons on my trousers, before ushering them down to my ankles. I was know stood before them in only my white boxer shorts, my hands positioned in front of my groin. "Is this not enough, I really am very sorry."

I pleaded to Laura.

In response to this she made her way around the desk. I was confused by her advancement, especially when she picked up a ruler from the desk.

On reaching me she sneered. "Get it all off!"

And with that she whacked me with the ruler in my groin. My hands instantly grabbed my penis through my shorts as an intense tingling soared through my genitals.

Laura on seeing my discomfort then added a further couple of blows to my buttocks, causing me to clench them noticeably, and sending a further tingle up my body and forcing me to jerk forward.

She then returned to join the others. Who were all looking enthralled in my direction. By now I was in an utter state of confusion. The whacks issued by Laura, in addition to my hands clutching my genitals had caused a unmistakeable feeling within my teenage groin. To my horror I could feel my penis hardening in my hand. I loosened my grip but to no avail, my dick was rapidly expanding.

"Get them off NOW!" commanded Laura.

"You did agree to this punishment," added Julie, who was looking as flushed as Carol.

"But, but..." I stammered, aware that my penis was reaching a fully erect state.

"It's either this or the alternative," Louise reminded me.

I slowly moved my hand away hoping that my state might evoke some sympathy. A sound of exclamation filled the rooms as they all focused in on the erection trying to force itself out through the cotton shorts. I looked around each of them but none met my eyes. They were now transfixed by the sight in front of them.

"You're nearly there, just take them off," Julie said, as if oblivious to my condition.

"You're not kidding, he's nearly there, he looks like he's in danger of exploding," Louise laughed.

I took a deep breath and then pulled at the sides of my shorts, unfortunately as I took them down in this way it caused my penis to be pulled forward by the waistband, before slapping back upwards against my stomach, once free from its confinement.

I now stood in front of four women with the hardest erection I'd ever felt. My cock lurching lewdly under their watchful gaze.

"Right then, let's put this ruler to use."

Laura once again moved towards me, only this time she had a wicked grin on her face.

I stood there in a dazed state as she positioned the ruler next to my erect cock.

"Not like that, you have to place it against the base of the penis," exclaimed Louise, also coming around the desk.

She then took the ruler and pushed it into the base of my dick, holding it parallel to the floor.

"Now line your cock against it," she commanded.

I did so automatically, pulling my erection down so it was also parallel to the floor. Such was the hardness of my cock that pulling down to this angle was quite painful.

I lined it up against the markings on the ruler. Laura and Louise stood either side trying to read the measurement, while Julie and Carol had gotten out of their seats and stood staring expectantly.

"Just under six inches," voiced Laura.

She once again took the ruler and then gave my bottom another whack with it, causing my hands to reach around in protection and my cock to once again snap bolt upright, slapping once again against my stomach.

"He seems to like that doesn't he," she laughed.

She seemed to be right, the whole situation was getting too much for me, highlighted by the large pearl of pre-cum which had forced it's way out of the tip of my penis and was sitting precariously on the tip of my dick.

"Oh my God, he's going to cum," roared Laura on seeing the emerging pre-cum.

At the same time giving me another whack, which caused my cock to lurch around violently, and the pre-cum to dangle from my bell-end.

"You dirty bastard, you really do needing punishing, give me a hand Louise." She beckoned as she pushed me into the chair behind me.

Louise did as she was told and held me in place as Laura ordered Julie to pass the cellophane tape from the desk. It was obvious the office junior was now in charge.

Having got the tape Laura strapped my right wrist to the chair arm before getting

Louise to do the same with my left. They then added tape to my mouth. I was now completely helpless, sat in front of my colleagues with a raging hard-on, smothered in pre-cum.

"Right you dirty bastard, now you really get punished," sneered Laura, grabbing my right nipple and twisting it with unconcealed glee.

This was incredibly painful, but at the same time it sent a powerful surge to my groin which resulted in my cock twitching violently and more pre-cum seeping from my cock. This wasn't lost on Laura.

"Look, he fucking loves it. Go on Lou, you give him some," she urged.

With this Louise took hold of my left nipple and twisted, although not as violently as Laura, the result was much the same, my cock lurched infront of the watching audience, much to their amusement.

Laura then motioned to Carol and Julie, "Come on you two, don't just stand there watching."

They made their way, as instructed, around the table and each pinched a nipple, causing me to let out a muffled howl in pain. As before, though, the pain was accompanied by an obvious response in my dick.

This seemed to particularly excite Carol, who reached down to my balls. At first she lightly brushed against my testicles, adding to the pleasureable sensations. Then without warning she gripped my balls.

"Let's see if he likes this!" she exclaimed.

The wickedness on Carol's face was only matched by the force of her grip, which caused me to take a sharp intake of breath and a feeling of nausea to spread through my body. This was reflected in my penis which began to visibly soften under the attack.

"Hey, your not allowed to go soft," snapped Laura, smacking my wilting dick with the ruler.

It was hopeless, my cock shrank and shrivelled as I fought back the feeling of sickness.

"Oh dear, I think I've killed it," scoffed Carol.

Laura wasn't happy about this turn of events and moved in close to snarl at me.

"You'd better get your tiny, little cock hard again, or I'll smack it so hard with this ruler that it will never get hard again."

Her words though were lost on me, I'd found myself staring intently at her breasts.

Her nipples were clearly erect and poking through her bra and white blouse.

"Have you seen it, staring at my titties, that's what got it in trouble in the first
place."

I was oblivious, and she realised it, another smack with the ruler to my dick.

"Do you like my titties then?"

The next smack with the ruler to my flaccid dick demanded an answer, I nodded a response.

"Well then let's see if you like this," she whispered.

With this she moved in front of me and unbuttoned the top two buttons on her blouse.
Then she placed her hands on my shoulders and lent towards me, I was left with a clear view of her pert, small breasts, encased within the white bra I'd seen earlier.

I was transfixed.

The effect this had on my penis was clear for them all to see, I could feel the blood surging to my cock.

"Well done, nurse Laura, the patient seems to be responding," joked Louise.

"I thought this might work, now let's see if he likes this."

With this Laura reached up and pushed her breasts together forming a cleavage inches from my face. I moaned audibly.

"Oh, you do like that don't you titty-boy. Is your cock getting all hard?" breathed Laura.

I could feel my cock rising as she spoke to me.

"Well if he likes my tits he'll love yours Carol. Go on give him a treat", urged Laura. "Just leave his balls alone."

With this she stepped away, and Carol moved in front of me. Carol always displayed a large amount of flesh, and I'd had many a wank thinking of her ample tits. Now they were thrust in my face, and my cock showed its appreciation by standing to full attention.

I could see Carol glance down at my member and this only made me throb even more. She reached up to her top and pull down the material providing me with an amazing view of her fleshy tits bursting out of the black bra that held them in place.

"Do you like them then?"

My taped mouth moved forward, as I tried to get to Carol's tits.

Then she also pushed them together, forming a massive cleavage and jiggling them up and down in my face.

"That's enough Carol," said Louise, "He looks like he might explode. Come on Julie, it's your turn".

Up until now Julie had been a peripheral figure, seemingly taken aback by the events that had unfolded before her. Now she stepped forward like an obedient child.

I was way past caring at this point and fixed my gaze upon her chest. She began by removing her suit jacket and then began to unbutton her blouse. She not only undid the top buttons but carried on unbuttoning them all, leaving her pink bra exposed to my lustful gaze.

I ached for relief all over and as my cock twitched violently, my taped mouth strained to reach Julie's tantalising breasts. As if in a trance, Julie responded to this by reaching up and cupping her breasts infront of my pleading eyes. I jerked violenty, desperate to free my hand so I could provide my aching cock with the relief it needed.

"Blimey, he looks like he's going to shoot his load," exclaimed Carol.

This seemed to break Julie's trance and she stepped away, revealing my engorged purple member, glistening with pre-cum.

"Fuckin' hell," said Louise, "Someone put the poor bugger out of his misery".

I looked around pleadingly, my hips thrusting up and down as I sought relief. Then

Laura moved to my right-hand side and reached over to take hold of my aching cock. The sight of her small fingers around by penis nearly made me shoot my load instantly, but somehow I held off.

As she struck a steady rhythm with her hand, she looked towards Julie.

"Come on Julie, give me a target to aim for," she ordered.

Julie, again did as she was told, kneeling down in front of me. As she did this Carol reached behind her.

"Let's see if you can hit these Laura?" Carol laughed as she unclipped and yanked away Julie's bra.

Julie's breasts jiggled in front of me and I lifted my hips up to get my cock even nearer to her luscious tits.

I looked down to see Laura's hand flashing up and down my throbbing cock. I was aching for release.

The final straw came, when Laura paused with her wanking to unleash a large amount of spittle onto my rampant cock, it slid down my penis, in which the purple veins looked liked they would burst.

As she grasped my cock and began to slide her fingers up and down its freshly lubricated length I stretched my legs out and tensed every muscle to try and delay the inevitable ejaculation.

It was pointless, I moaned and writhed, and sensing my predicament Laura pointed my cock towards Julie's tits as she continued to wank me furiously. In addition to this Carol had reached around and was now holding a dazed Julie's breasts expectantly.

I thrust my hips causing the first stream of cum to blast out, it flew over Julie's shoulder and landed on Carol behind her, causing her to let out a squeal of objection. The next surge landed directly on Julie's left breast, leaving a streak of white jism on her skin.

This was followed by jet after jet, which left Julie's tit's glistening and drenched in cum, and still Laura wanked me until the last dregs seeped out of my bell-end and dribbled down her fingers.

My body twitched and I was left drained, satisfied and completely punished.

THE END

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