Date: Thu, 9 Aug 2018 09:16:40 +0000 (UTC)
From: Simon Wright <simonalone48@yahoo.co.uk>
Subject: SUNBATHING - PART 3

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SUNBATHING PART 3


In case you are worried, I can tell you that taking a piss-soaked rubber
sheet off your bed is very difficult.  I sponged the sheet, wringing the
piss into a bucket.  If there are better ways please let me know.

The following morning was Friday and my boss summoned me into his office as
soon as I got in.  I stood before his desk, waiting to be asked to sit, but
he didn't suggest that.  Instead he asked me how I was feeling now, was I
fully recovered, was there anything he could do to help?  All this was
apparently very considerate of him, but throughout the short interview, he
stared fixedly at my crotch.  Fairly soon he let me get to my desk, but I
was now concerned about his slightly strange behaviour.  Did he suspect
that I had wet myself?

I had too much to do to worry too much about that right then: there was a
backlog left from my day `sick' and I had a three-day weekend coming up.  I
always have Sunday off, but my other day off varies week by week and this
week my day off was Saturday and next week's was Monday – result, a
three-day weekend!  While shifting as much of the work off my desk, I was
vaguely planning how I would spend three whole days without work.  Luckily
much of my work today was routine which was fortunate as mind was
definitely elsewhere – mostly fantasising about sex, piss, sex, Mr DPD
and sex.

Throughout the day my cock seemed almost uncontrollable.  I went to the
toilet several times for a wank.  I managed to control my urge to piss
myself again at work.  I was still aware of the conversation with my boss
this morning and his rather strange attitude.

At last five o'clock arrived.  I cleared my desk and almost sprinted to my
car.  I arrived home in record time.  I had some chores to do –
vacuuming, washing, all those boring tasks which are unfortunately
necessary.  Still feeling as horny as ever, I decided to add a little spice
to the evening: I would do my chores naked.  The first load into the washer
was all my clothes, what I had been wearing that day, as well as everything
from the laundry basket.

Off I went with the housework – dusting, vacuuming, washing down the
worktops in the kitchen.  The feeling of vulnerability was amazing.
Although no-one was likely to see me most of the time, I made sure to work
in the sitting room with the curtains open.  The thought of being seen was
a real turn on.  Maybe someone would stop outside and have a good stare at
the guy with an erection who was busy with a duster and vacuum cleaner.
From time to time I paused in my work to gently stroke my cock, not too
long and very, very gently.  I wanted to continue this feeling of being on
the edge of orgasm and only just being in control.  While I had played with
myself I had the sense to turn my back to the window, although it must have
been obvious to anyone that there was a naked man wanking in full view.

Eventually I finished the dusting and threw the cloth on the kitchen floor
to go into the washer with the next load.  I had just set off vacuuming the
sitting room, when there was a loud and continuous banging on the front
door.  Fuck!  Fuck!  Fuck!  I was in deep shit.  All my dry clothing was
upstairs.  The only way to get to my clothes was past the front door and
anyone outside would definitely see me quite clearly.  I was naked and
sporting a huge erection.  I wasn't expecting anyone.  I peered up the
hallway to see if I could recognise the caller (there are some people I
wouldn't mind seeing me naked, although the explanations might prove a
little embarassing).  Great!!! - I thought I recognised a DPD uniform.
Could it be Mr DPD back for a second session?  Precum began leaking from my
cock.  That guy knows a fair bit about me, so I had nothing to lose.  I
opened the door a little, standing behind it and looking round.

The door was pushed back, trapping me against the wall and in came a DPD
driver, but not Mr DPD himself.  This guy was a little taller than me, say
6ft or so and maybe in his early thirties.  Fair hair, a little too long.
He smiled wickedly and said, `Jack said there was a slut living here, so I
thought I would come and see for myself.  I think he was right.  By the
way, Jack'll be along later, but he said I could start without him.  Get on
your knees.'  With that he shut the door.

I was in deep shit.  Naked and kneeling in front of a stranger and I was
apparently being pimped out by a guy I had met once and whose name I had
known for only a few seconds.  I should have been terrified – actually I
was – but I was turned on as well by the situation.  My exhibitionist
tastes were stimulated. My submissive side delighted in this assertive
stranger who seemed to know precisely what he wanted from me.

He quickly unzipped his fly and without any warning pushed a seven inch
cock into my mouth.  He smelled a little sweaty, but in a good, manly way.
His cock was rather stale to the taste as you might expect after a busy day
driving and delivering parcels.  What did worry me was that he just rammed
it right down my throat without any warning or giving my any time to
adjust.  He remained deep in my throat.  I couldn't breathe.  I gagged.  He
slapped me sharply on the face, saying, ` Take it and don't complain.  I
don't have much time.'

He withdrew slightly allowing me to catch some air and went balls deep
again into my throat.  He quickly set up a rhythm, fast but it did allow me
to get some air regularly and try to get my gag reflex under control.  He
was not interested in me except as a hole to use and abuse.

I am glad that he he didn't have much time.  It meant he came quickly,
right down inside my throat.  It was only as he withdrew that I got to
taste his salty and rather bitter spunk.  He wiped his cock head off in my
hair and over my face.

Kicking my knees further apart, he looked down at my raging erection.  `You
are a total slut,' he growled.  `You really enjoyed that, didn't you?'

`Yes, ` I replied.

`Yes, what?'

`Yes, sir.  And thank you.'

`That's better, boy.'

Then he kicked my balls.  The spunk was already swirling and churning in
them and the pain and humiliation pushed me over the edge.  I came and came
and came.  My own sperm was added to his on my face the second and third
spurts landed on my chest and the rest ran down my shaft over my balls and
puddled on the floor.  As I knelt there shaking with the intensity of my
climax, he shoved his still semi-erect cock back into my mouth and let rip
with a load of strong-tasting piss.  I swallowed as fact as I could, but
despite my best efforts, I couldn't keep up with his seemingly never-ending
stream.  Some of it poured down my chest, over my groin and joined my spunk
on the floor.

`Lick it up, slut.'  And I did.

`It's a shame Jack hasn't arrived yet,' he said.  `It would have been fun
for both of us to use you.  But he'll be here soon so you had better wait
for him on your knees right here in the hall.'

With that he opened the door and left, leaving the door open.  I quickly
reached over to close it.

I thought about what had happened.  Mr DPD, Jack, had pimped me out to a
colleague.  I had been humiliated by a total stranger.  My mouth had been
raped.  I had cum while kneeling in front of a total stranger.  I had been
used as a urinal.  Worryingly I had enjoyed the whole experience and my
cock was already growing hard again at the memory.  And Jack, Mr DPD, would
be arriving soon to use me as he wanted.

This is the trouble you can get in to if you try nude sunbathing.  I am a
slut and an exhibitionist and I love it.

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