"Mistress Raven, I'd like you to meet my slave, Peter," Nicolette said.
We were in a private dungeon on 23rd Street. Mistress Raven was cleaning up after a session, and Nicolette and I would be playing soon.
"Pleased to me you," I said, shaking her hand.
Raven was in a corset and panties. She stood about 5', 10" in her heels, had long black hair and was very attractive. Nicolette was 5', 11" in her sneakers, black turtleneck and jeans. She had curly blonde hair, a curvaceous body, and a thoroughly filthy mind. I liked her a lot.
"Peter is an exhibitionist," said Nicolette.
My ears burned at the thought of Nicolette discussing my kinks with someone I'd just met.
"Ooh," said Raven, eyeballing my body.
"So Peter, why don't you strip for us?" she continued.
It may have sounded like a question, but it wasn't. It was an order. For the first time in my life, I was being commanded to strip in front of pair of women. I took off my shoes and socks, and put them aside. I pulled off my shirt, folded it, and placed it on a chair. Then I unbuckled my belt, and pulled my jeans down. (I don't wear underwear with jeans.) I stepped out of my jeans, folded them and put them on top of my shirt.
I was now naked in front of the two women. I felt my cock twitch and I looked down — it was semi-hard.
"Nice," said Raven, staring at my cock. "What are you going to do to him?"
Nicolette walked over and put an arm around my shoulders. She reached down with her other hand and slowly stroked my cock. I felt myself getting harder.
"Some flogging," said Nicolette, "some CBT. And definitely some strap-on play."
"Wow," said Raven, "he takes it up the ass?"
"Peter — answer her," commanded Nicolette.
"I like to be fucked in the ass, Mistress Raven," I said.
She walked over to me and cupped by balls. They were both teasing me now, and humiliating me by making me discuss my own perversions.
"And is Mistress Nicolette a good ass fucker?" she asked.
"Very good," I answered.
Raven kissed my cheek softly. Nicolette took one of my fingers in her mouth.
"And what makes her a good ass-fucker?"
"She's gentle at first, until my anus relaxes," I said. "They she can be very strong, very powerful."
"Why don't you bend over, Petter," said Nicolette, "so I can show Mistress Raven where my cock will be entering you."
I turned around and bent over. I felt Nicolette's hands spread my ass cheeks, and then someone spit on my asshole. I felt a finger tapping on my anus. Then it slid in.
"Oh, he's tight," said Raven.
Not a minute had passed since we'd been introduced, and now her finger was up my ass.
"He is, but he relaxes well," said Nicolette. "Hc can take a good pounding."
They were talking me about me as if I were an animal. I was extremely turned on.
"And do you like it when people watch you get fucked in the ass?" asked Raven.
Nicolette stood me up sand turned me around.
"It's never happened," I said.
"That seems like something that should be changed," she said.
"Care to watch him get ass fucked?" asked Nicolette.
"I'd love to," said Raven, "when should I come back?"
"I'll come and get you," said Nicolette. "About 45 minutes."
"Sounds good," said Raven.
She reached down and grabbed my balls, squeezing them hard. I moaned loudly from the pain.
"See you then, Peter."
She kissed me lightly on the lips, and left the room. I stood there, naked, with a serious hard on, looking at Nicolette.
"Let's get started, shall we?" she asked.
I had first met Nicolette when she worked at Pandora's Box, and we hit if off immediately. I had started off talking about a role-play scenario when she interrupted me and said "you like pain and you like to get off hard — right? I can help you with that."
After our first session, she asked me what other kinks I had. I told her about my exhibitionism. At that point, I'd only had two experiences. The first was at an Asian massage parlor, when I'd just moved to the city. It was a shabby little place with no locker room. My masseuse brought out a plastic basket and undressed me in front of the rest of the staff. Some of the women watched, some didn't. But I loved the feeling of eyes washing over my naked body.
She wrapped a tool around me and led me to the sauna. I sat down, and saw a dilapidated stack of porn magazines — Hustlers and Penthouses. I picked one up and leafed through the photos. I un-did my towel and stroked my cock.
Two masseuses entered, wrapped up in towels. They saw me playing with myself and giggled, so I stopped. They sat down opposite me, and stared at my cock. One said something I didn't understand, and mimed jerking off. So I started up again, happy to put on a show.
But my masseuse came in and, seeing my masturbate, rushed over and wrapped the towel back around my groin. She pulled me out of the sauna and into one of the massage rooms. In halting English, she asked was I playing with myself in front of the two women. I explained how this was a turn-on for me, how I liked being naked in front of women. She asked me if I'd ever cum in front of a group of women, and I told her "no."
At the end of the massage — the part where they ask you to flip onto your back — she had me stand up instead. She had been lightly caressing my back and inner thighs, so I was very hard and ready to be jerked off.
"You cum now?" she asked.
I wasn't certain what she meant, but I said "yes."
With that, she grabbed a towel and some oil and led me through the hallway to the main room. She placed the towel on the floor, and had me lie down. I didn't understand what was happening, but I loved having all the other masseuses staring at me and my cock. She laid down beside me, put some oil on her hand and started jerking my cock.
"You cum now," she said.
Now I understood.
I looked around at the other masseuses. There were eight of them lounging on couches, including the two from the sauna, now wrapped in robes. I saw their eyes dart from my cock to my eyes, and back to my cock. We all knew what was happening now — a stranger would be ejaculating in front of them.
My masseuse increased her pace. One of the girls from the sauna stood up, and let her robe fall to the floor. Now there two completely naked people in the room. I felt my balls begin to churn, and I came all over my stomach.
The next time was at a brothel name Jillian Bradley's. Jillian's was a very nice place, super clean, and always had ten or so girls to choose from. I played hooky from work and made an appointment for a morning session, when they were just opening up.
The door opened, and I was led to the living room.
"So what can we for you today?" asked Jillian.
Jillian was older, in her sixties. She had been running this place for years.
"I'd like to get one girl for one hour," I said "but I'd like to do something different."
I explained how, on my last visit, I had done a tiny bit of nude dancing for them. The place had been empty, and the girls were cranking tunes to amuse themselves. When my girl and I emerged from our room, wrapped in towels, we saw some of them dancing. So we joined in, and threw our towels to the side. Jillian called some more girls in from the kitchen, and soon we had a small crowd watching our silly little performance.
A couple of the girls had been there that day, and remembered me.
I told Jillian that I wanted to perform for them again, as a stripper.
"So you want to get naked — for us?" asked one of the girls.
"Yes," I replied.
"Cool!" she said. "Let's do this!"
Jillian agreed, and I choose a girl — Hope. She was on the short side, but had a terrific ass and small, firm tits. She was pretty, with shoulder-length black hair and blue eyes.
I had come prepared. I had a CD with dance music which I placed in their boom box. Next, I gave each of the girls a $20 tip, which they appreciated. Then a put a wad of singles on the coffee table, so they could tip me.
I took off my shoes and socks and hit the Play button. I started dancing, and slowly unbuttoned my shirt. The girls hooted and applauded, which turned me on. I unbuttoned my jeans, and dropped them to the floor, revealing a pair of Calvin Klein's.
I danced up to one of the girls and asked for a tip.
"Can I touch?" she asked.
"You can do anything," I said.
She placed a folded dollar bill in the waistband and reached in to grab my cock.
"Wow," she said. "He's fucking hard."
I made my way around the room, allowing each girl to touch me. I even danced up to Jillian, who reached in to give me a few playful squeezes. I returned to the center of the room and turned around. I slowly slid my underwear down, revealing a tiny G-string. My cock was so hard that it was pushing the G-string down, exposing my pubes.
I walked around the room, collecting more tips. The girls were more aggressive this time, manhandling my cock and balls and slapping my ass.
I stood in from of Hope and asked if she would like to do the honors. She smiled and nodded. She place her hands on my hips, and began to slowly slide the elastic bands down. She stopped when the top of my shaft was exposed. The girls liked that. Then she pushed the bands down so that only the head of my cock was hidden. The girls shouted for more.
"Ready?" asked Hope.
I nodded.
She pushed the bands down, and my cock flipped out. I was very turned on, and my cock was hard. I moved around the room, allowing each of the girls to grope me.
Just then, another girl emerged from the shower, wrapped in a towel. Seeing me naked and molested, she ran over.
