"Oh...god...Dana...Dana..." Mr. Cleary breathed hard, stroking and pulling at his smallish penis hard and fast.
The mirror reflected Mr. Cleary's pudgy form, standing completely nude by the sink counter where Dana had set her purse. His clothes were piled in a heap by his feet on the tiled floor of the women's restroom as he furiously stroked himself in front of her.
His clothes were a heap by his feet.
"Wanna see my tits Mr. Cleary?" Dana teased him, slowly flicking the buttons of her pink blouse open with the fingers of one hand...torturing him.
Her other hand snaked just below the hemline of her short skirt.
"Oh god yes...please...show me them..." Mr. Cleary moaned. His entire naked body was flushed red with excitement as he beat himself.
"You know, sir," Dana began, twirling a finger through her dark tresses, "any of the women here could walk right in at any time...and see you...totally naked...jerking off for me..."
Mr. Clearly moaned loudly.
"Wouldn't that be so hot?"
Mr. Clearly pulled hard on his pencil-thin dick, drinking in the beautiful, fully-clothed woman in front of him...with her blouse partially unbuttoned to just under her big, soft breasts...he could see the insides of them and it made him shiver with excitement.
Dressed the way she was, she looked like one of the models in the dirty magazines he kept stashed in the bottom drawer of his filing cabinet. She was so pretty, so hot...he couldn't help himself...she...made him...want to jerk off.
Suddenly, Dana spread her legs wider and pulled up the front of her skirt, showing him her pink panties.
Her delicious legs were bared all the way to her thighs.
Mr. Cleary could hardly breathe.
He couldn't think.
Looking down at herself, Dana smiled.
"Uh oh, Mr. Cleary," she giggled like a schoolgirl, teasing him, "you can almost see all of my tits..."
Bending forward in his direction her open blouse fell away from her, exposing her bare breasts, all but the nipples to him, as they hung in front of her.
Outside of the women's restroom, the ten o'clock office was alive, buzzing with the business of the day.
Inside of the restroom, Dana thrust her hips lewdly at Mr. Cleary, making him moan.
Bending over, she showed him her pink, pantied ass cheeks underneath her skirt as she gathered his clothes from the floor.
"I've got your clothes Mr. Cleary..." she giggled.
"Oh...Oh...Dana..." was all he could moan.
With a wicked smile, she stuffed them into the trash can on the wall.
"Now you're really naked..." she cooed sexily. Leaning against the wall, she spread her legs and lifted her skirt above her waist.
Mr. Cleary's eyes nearly bulged from their sockets as his hand flew over his cock.
"Wanna see my pussy?" Dana whispered in a hard tease.
"Yeah, oh god yeah..." Mr. Clearly breathed, beside himself with lust.
"Say please you dirty little man," she hissed hotly. "Say please Dana, I want to see your pussy..."
Mr. Cleary trembled, and stammered. "Please..." he breathed, struggling. "Please...Dana..I...I want to...oh god...I want...I...need...to see your...pussy..."
With that, Dana pulled her panties down...slowly...exposing just the top edge of her trimmed landing strip to him.
Suddenly, a low growl escaped Mr. Cleary's throat...his hand blurred on his cock...he moaned far more loudly than he should have in the women's restroom....and came...shooting thin cum ropes from his little penis at Dana's feet.
"OH GOD...GOD...DANA...." he said, jerking hard and fast, pumping out his cum in front of her.
"Oh yeah...Mr. Cleary," Dana teased, releasing the waistband of her panties as they snapped back up over her pussy again.
"Cummmmm...." She hissed.
And he did.
His fleshy naked body, softened from years of inactivity jerked and jumped...as his knees buckled.
Falling forward, he crashed to his knees...kneeling on the hard floor in front of Dana, pumping the rest of his orgasm onto the floor.
Finally, when he was done...he struggled to regain his breath. His belly hung slightly over his waist as his cock receded under it.
Smiling, Dana snatched her purse from the sink counter.
"Have a great morning Mr. Cleary," she said sweetly, pushing the door open...and then she was gone.
Passing Marcy, the pretty blond from the secretary pool in the hall, Dana smiled.
Josh sat his desk facing the open door, naked from the waist down, as he had done every day at Dana's instruction since his naked exposure on the sidewalk.
His bare feet rested on the soft carpeting under him.
Thus far, he'd had no unexpected run-ins with anyone in the office, save for one of the secretaries who had stood in front of his desk, with him bottomless behind it, offering him a message she'd taken earlier in the day.
Unable to stand, he'd sat glued to his chair as she handed him the message.
She'd been very pretty and his cock throbbed and pulled at him under his desk in spite of his terror at being caught, as he watched her dark curls fall against her beautiful ebony skin.
Remembering the encounter, Josh rested his hand on his naked penis, unconsciously tugging at it. The girl had given him a strange look before handing over the message.
Pausing a moment, her eyes had dropped, scanning the area below his desk.
He was certain that he was well-hidden; still, the moment had excited him, as his cock thickened and swelled not three feet away from her. He wondered if she somehow knew that he wasn't wearing anything under the desk.
Finally, she'd smiled, gracing him again with her soft brown eyes before leaving his office.
Watching her leave, Josh had been suddenly overcome...pushing his chair back and away from his desk, he'd stroked himself hard and fast in front of his open door...listening to the sounds of the busy office...imaging that she was standing in front of him, watching him, as she shot his load on the floor between his bare feet.
"Knock knock," Dana said, standing in the doorway, suddenly breaking his reverie.
Josh waited as she entered.
Coming around the desk, she faced him, smiling.
"Lemme see," she said.
Turning his chair, Josh exposed himself to her. His cock thickened at her, swelling between his bare thighs.
"Mmmm," Dana cooed, "I see you're getting better at this Joshie."
Smiling down at him, she ran her fingers though his hair gently as he reached full erection.
It had been three weeks since Dana had initially confronted him, showing him the video of himself, naked, jerking off in his office. She'd also shown him the collection of videos she'd kept on her hard drive, at least fifty, by Josh's shocked estimation.
She'd blackmailed him to do her will ever since...becoming increasingly demanding...making him go completely naked in public, even out on the sidewalk, and jerk off in front of strangers.
Now, she made him remove his slacks, socks and shoes every morning and sit behind his desk, wearing just his shirt and tie, while she kept the rest of his clothes in her own office.
She also made him leave his door open.
Watching people pass in the hall outside of his office scared him to death...and yet, he found it somehow incredibly exciting...to the point of beating off right at his desk while the busy office whirred around him.
With a possible vice-presidency merely a year away, and with years of hard work to get where he was at...Josh had chosen to do as she demanded instead of risking his future, and quite possibly, his past.
He knew that discovery meant not only no vice-presidency, but he would be blacklisted from ever working as an executive in the industry again.
Now though, he figured that was probably all gone anyway.
He'd been seen walking naked on the sidewalk behind Dana. He'd been seen naked and hard in the lobby. He'd even been seen masturbating in the alleyway.
Suddenly, the memory of Dana's full, soft, breasts in his face made his cock jump and he winced.
On the trip back to the office afterwards, he'd been seen by at least a dozen people or more. Kindly, though, and quite unexpectedly, Dana had him wait in the stairwell outside of their floor as she retrieved his clothes from her office.
He'd been scared to death the whole time, straining to hear any signs of life beyond the door. But returning as quickly as she'd promised, Dana handed him his clothes and smiled patiently as he dressed.
They were late returning for the meeting, but Dana had done an excellent job covering for them, explaining that they'd run into unexpected construction on the road.
Mr. Cleary had accepted the explanation, and Josh made it through the remainder of the day unscathed.
In the ensuing weeks, Josh sweated every moment of every day...expecting the worst. He knew he'd probably been captured by the lobby cameras...but strangely, nothing had, as of yet, come of it.
Although his paranoia had reached epic proportions...he suspected every odd look, every seemingly knowing smile, still, he couldn't believe that nobody had mentioned his exposure.
It was strange.
And yet, it was the subject of each and every one of his furious masturbatory fantasies since...picturing himself naked in the alleyway, fucking Dana's pretty hand as she exposed her gorgeous tits to him.
Not only was the public exposure incredibly exciting for Josh, but secretly, in spite of his shame, or perhaps because of it, the power she exerted over him...when she made him strip naked and masturbate for her...made him throb.
"What you thinking about babe?" Dana chuckled, standing over him.
Josh's cock jumped and pulled at the sight of her.
"Oh, I..uhm..." Josh stammered, embarrassed. It was almost as if she could read his mind and had caught him fantasizing about her.
"Joshie," Dana said sweetly down at him, "I came to tell you that we're going to have lunch with a few of the girls from the secretary pool...I'll come get you."
Josh's heart stopped.
Frozen in time, he stared, wide-eyed in shock at her.
"Dana..." he started, visibly shaken by her statement.
Without another word, Dana smiled wickedly at him before turning to go.
Watching her leave, Josh sat in fear and disbelief.
At the same time, Marcy placed her hand on the women's restroom door and pushed it open, stepping through it.
Mr. Cleary was bent over the sink, completely nude, with his eyes closed, pulling on his penis. "Oh...Dana..." he moaned softly, unaware of Marcy's presence.
"Mr. Clearly?" Marcy blurted, with her hand still holding the door open.
Mr. Clearly jumped, as if he'd been touched by electricity. Spinning, he faced Marcy and tried to cover himself. Frantic, he stammered like a kid caught stealing.
"Muh...Marcy!"
"Oh god, Marcy," he said, panicking. His eyes widened in terror, searching frantically for his clothes.
