Chapter 1: Fucked for a Good Cause
The blazing Southern California sun hung high over Encanto, the hedonistic nudist commune where anything went and the only rule was no clothes. Encanto's picturesque seclusion, nestled between the rolling hills and gorgeous beaches of rural Southern California, attracted residents from across the globe. It was a fully functioning small town with its own rules and regulations; a nudist haven of bodily freedom and complete acceptance, and for those who desired it to be, a never-ending whirl of orgasmic debauchery and sexual expression. Public sex and masturbation, prostitution and sex clubs weren't just legal here, they were the norm, and that was exactly how Alice Ocean, the gloriously bimbo-fied, multi-millionaire founder and de-facto mayor of Encanto, liked it.
The town square was abuzz on this particularly hot and sweaty morning as the sun baked the cobblestone streets and gleamed off naked, sweat-slicked bodies. The air smelled of sex, sunscreen, and the salty tang of the ocean breeze rolling in from the coast. A crowd had gathered, naked bodies pressed together in eager anticipation, voices buzzing with excitement. Today was a special day in Encanto's social calendar; the Charity Fuck-A-Thon. Everyone in the crowd had paid fiftty dollars to attend the open air event of the season; and at the center of it all, bound to a sturdy wooden post in the middle of the square, was Encanto's chief of Security, former Vice Detective Jason Trust.
His arms were tied securely above his head to the pole, leather straps snug but not cruel, stretched just enough to show off the ripple of his muscles; the taut, glistening curve of his triceps and forearms as they strained against the straps, his smooth pecs twitching in anticipation as his completely waxed body glinted in the morning sunlight. His legs were spread wide like an invitation, keeping him open and available for anyone who dropped their fifty-dollar donation into the nearby collection box; the money made during the day would be split between a local women's shelter and a Trans support charity, and Alice had promised to match every donation personally. Jason, naturally, had jumped at the chance to be the willing sacrifice for the day's festivities. His cock, the legendary, huge prick which everyone in Encanto knew and loved, the muscular beating heart of Encanto, hung heavy and hard between his thighs, already dripping a slick sliver of pre-cum with anticipation. Sweat trickled down his chest, mixing with the dripping, thick sheen of sweet almond oil which Carys and Clarissa, the former porn star twins turned Cabana bar waitresses and Pink Room dancers, had thoughtfully rubbed over his body earlier.
Alice stood beside him, clipboard in hand. She was a vision of erotic beauty, at 40 years old she was every bit the MILF, a cosmetically enhanced fuck-doll. She had spent millions on the finest surgery available to look this good, and in the confident cock of her hips which showed off her unreal, large firm round ass, it was clear she fucking knew how good she looked. Her lips, plump and shining, were curled in a wicked grin; her massive, gravity-defying surgically enhanced tits shimmering proudly with oil, her nipples taut and needy; and her tight, hairless slit glistened with desire as she addressed the crowd.
"Alright, folks! You know the rules! You've all paid to be here, and we appreciate your generosity. But that's just the fucking beginning! Another hundred bucks gets you one minute to do whatever the fuck you want with our very generous Chief of Security here; within reason, of course! Now, you all know how gifted our dear Jason is. He doesn't have a refractory period - Uh, Judy, that means he doesn't need to stop fucking after he cums," Alice pointed to Judy, a busty blonde cam girl near the front row, who giggled; Judy may not have been the smartest person in Encanto, but she was well beloved. "So there's plenty of him to go around, folks. Now, the only rules are; no permanent marks, no lasting damage, and most importantly, no fucking whining when your time's up!"
Laughter rippled through the gathered throng. Jason smirked, shifting his hips just enough to make his impressive cock bounce, drawing a few gasps and murmurs of approval.
"That last rule's gonna be the hardest one for you all to follow, huh?" he quipped. Alice rolled her eyes, then turned to the line of eager participants.
"Alright you horny motherfuckers, who's first?"
A muscular redhead stepped forward, her tits firm and perky, sweat trickling down her washboard abs as she slapped two crisp fifty dollar bills into Alice's palm.
"I am," she purred, licking her lips as she stepped up to Jason, her eyes roaming over him like a predator sizing up its next meal. Jason grinned.
"Be gentle with me," he teased. She grabbed his cock in one firm hand and squeezed, making him gasp.
"Not a fucking chance, bitch."
The redhead wasted no time. Her grip tightened around the thick shaft of Jason's cock, fingers squeezing just enough to make him grunt, a mix of pleasure and challenge flashing in his eyes. She smirked, stepping closer until her firm freckled tits pressed against his oiled chest, her breath hot against his lips.
"Gonna be the best fucking hundred bucks I ever spent," she murmured.
Then, without preamble, she spat in her palm and wrapped it around his shaft, pumping slow but firm, her other hand trailing up his chest, nails dragging lightly across his abs. Jason groaned, shifting against his restraints, feeling the strap dig into his wrists; not uncomfortably, but just enough to remind him he wasn't in control. She milked the moment, squeezing the base of his cock before sliding her hand up, her thumb teasing the sensitive tip. The gathered crowd pressed in, hot, sweat slicked bodies pressed together, murmuring, a few calling out encouragement.
"Fuck, look at the grip on Stacey. You know she's an olympic power lifter, right? She's gonna fuck him up."
"Damn, she's gonna make him shoot in under a minute!"
"Get it, Stace! Get that cum!"
"Jesus fucking Christ I'd bust a nut after thirty seconds of that shit."
"Stacey, save some for the rest of us!"
Stacey ignored them, eyes locked on Jason's as she leaned in and ran her tongue slowly up his neck, tasting the sweat and oil beading along his skin. She wrapped her muscular, firm thighs around one of Jason's thighs and rubbed against him, her slick meaty labia leaving a trail of arousal up his thigh. Then she sank her teeth into his shoulder, hard enough to make him gasp, not hard enough to bruise.
"You fucking like that?" she whispered against his ear, her hand never slowing.
Jason let out a ragged chuckle.
"Baby, if you gotta ask, you're not doing it hard enough."
That was all the encouragement she needed. Her hand worked faster, slick and ruthless, her grip like a vice, her thumb rubbing tight circles over the slit of his cock head Jason clenched his jaw, his hips instinctively bucking into her grip as her other hand wrapped firmly but gently around his throat, her voice low and rough.
"You know, I don't normally fuck men, but I just had to get my hands on this big fucking dick. You gonna cum for me, bitch?"
"Ngg fuck, maybe," Jason exhaled, half laughing, thrusting his hips into her grip, fucking her spit -and-oil-slicked hand, until;
"Time's up!" Alice called, laughing as she slapped her clipboard against Stacey's firm ass. Stacey groaned in frustration but grinned, giving Jason one last tight, firm pump before stepping back.
"Next time, motherfucker, I'm getting two minutes," she said, trailing a single finger up the underside of his cock before stepping away, leaving it twitching, hard, throbbing and glistening in the sunlight, the smooth purple tip achingly swollen. The assembled audience of naked bodies, pressed together in the heat, gave Stace a rapturous round of applause as she bowed and rejoined the throng. She barely cleared the space before the next participant stepped up; Clair, who ran Encanto's local bakery, 'The Nakery' with her teenage daughter Aimee. Clair was shorter than Stacey, with smooth golden skin and jet-black hair cascading down her back. Her body was supple and curvaceous, and toned from years of kneading dough and carrying trays of baked goods, her fingers strong and dexterous. Her plump, round tits stood out in gorgeous mounds on her frame, peaked in stiff brown nipples which seemed to yearn for attention. She cracked her knuckles, then handed Alice a wad of twenties.
"One minute?" Alice asked. Clair smirked.
"Nah. I like to take my time. Two." She handed over another hundred as the crowd whooped. Jason exhaled sharply, cock still throbbing from Stacey's assault. He grinned at Clair.
"Guess you mean business."
She stepped up, pressing her soft curves flush against his body, her nipples pressing into his chest; her hands smoothing up his muscled, lean torso before sliding back down past his cock. Instead, she gripped his thighs, spreading them just a little wider.
