NOTES: This is a continuation of my earlier story "Oz Beach Boy Pantsed By Joggers". It can (hopefully), however, still be read as a stand-alone story. This is an ENF and CFNM enforced stripping story with no male/female sexual activity. All characters featured and mentioned in this story are over the age of eighteen. This is a work of complete fiction. This story contains potentially offensive dialogue. This story takes place months before my recent holiday-themed entries.
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It was a mild summer's evening in Sydney, Australia. I'd just been for a run along the sand and a swim though the calm, cool waters of the beach not far from where I lived.
I was strolling along a rocky coastal headland on my way home, dressed in a pair of olive green denim shorts and a t-shirt, with my wet Speedos and towel in a backpack.
The sun was setting and it was starting to get dark, so the area was quiet, as it usually was during the working week.
I'd planned to head home and cook myself some dinner, exhausted and hungry after my epic run and swim.
I was always scanning, however, for women in pairs or larger batches. Being an exhibitionist who loves slyly getting his gear off for groups of women in public, I'm always on the lookout for potential sexy fun.
I'm 25-years-old, in great shape, and very, very well hung, so interesting opportunities often present themselves.
Disappointingly, there wasn't anybody around, so I resigned myself to the fact that I'd probably be jerking off at home to vintage Playboy photos (my then current fave wack-off material - I was in the middle of a "full bush" phase), and that was it.
But then from a distance, I saw a woman approaching. She was on her own though, which meant that I wouldn't be getting up to any mischief.
I only liked to get nude for groups of women who appeared to be into it, as I didn't want to frighten or shock anyone. I liked my flashing experiences to be funny or sexy, or both, and not unsettling or upsetting.
The woman was tall and lean, and was walking a small dog. As she got closer, I continued to check her out.
She was wearing super-tight exercise pants and trainers with a light hoodie, and had thin, straight, sandy brown hair that hung down a little past her shoulders.
The woman was likely in her very early thirties, and looked to have more than ample breasts and a great body.
She was extremely sexy, and had a cocky, confident air about her. Her dog was tiny, and I guessed that it was likely a Shih Tzu.
I loved dogs and had one of my own, but mine was nowhere near as cute and petite as this little mutt.
As the woman got closer, however, it slowly dawned on me that I actually knew her, or more accurately, that I'd had an encounter with her.
I saw her beautiful blue eyes; her big, full, red lips; her enormous white teeth; and her long, thin, horsey but still pretty face, and I was certain that it was her.
The woman's name was Bec, and she was a fucking bitch.
"Come on, Beaujolais," I heard her say encouragingly to the little dog. "You're such a good little girl! You're not as cute as mummy though...but you're still very cute! No one is as cute as mummy!"
Jesus, she'd called her dog Beaujolais? And she was comparing the dog unfavourably to herself? I now hated this bitch even more.
Sure, Bec was gorgeous and I would have loved to have fucked her, but she was a real piece of work.
Our encounter had happened a few months back in the middle of a very mild winter, on one of the wildest days of my life up until that point.
I'd been walking around in just my Speedos after having a swim. Four female Russian tourists had seen me right near the very rocky headland that I was walking around on this evening.
The women threatened me and made me take off my Speedos. There was nothing I could really do without getting violent...plus, I was turned on by the whole experience too.
The Russian women took nude photos of me with their phones, they sucked me off, jerked me off, stuck their fingers up my butt, and then one of them aggressively fucked me.
They taunted me and humiliated me. I protested, but I actually loved it. I ejaculated all over myself to their uproarious laughter and constant teasing.
The four rapacious tourists then stole my Speedos and left me there with only a pair of one of their underpants to cover myself.
I made the embarrassing trek through a hilly park back to the beach where I'd left my clothes, my dick and balls barely covered by the tiny piece of fabric.
In the park, I was then stopped by Bec and her two power-walking friends, Cassie and Jess.
Amused and confused by the sight of me in the obscenely revealing women's panties, the trio had mocked me mercilessly. They were all amused by my vulnerability and near nudity.
"Mmmmmm, yummy, yummy," Bec had said while looking me up and down lasciviously.
Cassie -- the cheekiest and most aggressive of the three -- then led her friends in pantsing me in the public park.
I ran, but they caught me, and then worked together to get the underpants off me. Once I was completely nude, their verbal torment continued.
I am very lucky to have an enormous 23cm flaccid penis, which Bec, Cassie and Jess all made raunchy, prurient fun of.
"Now that's what I call a cock," Bec had mocked me. "That is a cock and a half!"
The three girls all took photos of me with their phones, and then gleefully left me naked in the park, mocking me the whole time.
"It's hilarious," Bec had laughed. "Just the thought of him trying to get back to his car with that huge dick hanging out for everyone to see...hilarious!"
The girls incorrectly assumed that I would have to get back to my car, or go all the way home, naked.
I could have lived anywhere, as far as they knew. This made the whole situation even funnier to them. It was a truly cruel act on their malicious behalf.
Though the mouthy Cassie had really driven my humiliation, Bec was the bitchiest and most relentless of the three girls.
She had ridiculed me with the most glee and spite, and had then slapped me with an almighty, stinging wallop on the butt.
Bec had then ended my already abject humiliation by actually grabbing my cock with a huge laugh.
"Geez, it's a monster," she howled. "I could barely get my hand around that thing!"
Even Bec's friends were a little surprised by this final indignity that she'd inflicted upon me.
Though I enjoy mild humiliation at the hands of women and had actually been aroused by most of this, Bec certainly didn't know it. She took delight in my apparent suffering.
"See you later, Mr. July," Bec had laughed as they left. "Our very own personal full frontal nude centrefold! And with the photos to match! I'm going to show every girl I know! God, that body...and that cock! Those big muscles didn't do you much good though, did they? You still got stripped by three little girls!"
Once the girls left me naked, I luckily found a discarded children's beach towel left in the grass nearby. It was filthy, but I covered myself with it, and quickly made it back to my clothes on the beach.
Nothing happened to me, but if I'd actually had to go all the way home naked, I could have been reported to the police for indecent exposure, beaten up by someone who took offence, or even sexually molested or assaulted, by a man or a woman, or a group of both.
Bec was an absolute bitch: she was verbally vicious and demeaning; she'd made a complete and utter fool out of me; and she'd happily left me in a situation where I could have been arrested, further humiliated, or even hurt.
I looked at Bec's haughty, beautiful face, and thoughts of payback went flooding violently through me.
I'd been getting bottomed a lot by females at the time -- I'd been stripped and man-handled by a bunch of hot eighteen-year-old schoolgirls; manoeuvred into a sexy nude situation by two gorgeous shopgirls when I went to buy new Speedos; verbally ridiculed by three Montana cowgirls on video chat; and bossed around by a beautiful MILF -- and I felt a burning desire to assert myself.
Sure, I'd enjoyed all this female treatment, but that was beside the point. Bec had it coming.
I wished that I could have gotten back at Cassie and Jess too, but Bec was the one right in front of me and I couldn't resist.
I'm usually a pretty positive, laidback guy, but I was hot with indignation and thoughts of vengeance.
"Hi Bec," I said with a nasty smile as I approached her. "Remember me?"
She looked up from Beaujolais with an expression of confusion on her face. Bec stared me right in the eyes, and then snootily looked me up and down.
She peered at my face again, and then her luscious lips spread into a broad smile. Bec then burst out laughing.
"Oh my god," the thirty-something howled. "You're that fucking loser we pantsed in the park! It's you! Me, Cassie and Jess chased you through the park and then ripped off those weird little undies you were wearing! You were buck fucking naked! In public! With that massive freak dick of yours hanging out!"
Bec paused, looked me up and down again, and then sniggered.
"You're a big, muscly hunk, but you're a total fucking loser," she laughed. "I thought you'd still be hiding away somewhere in shame! Pathetic...that was one of the most hilarious things I've ever seen!"
"Are you done?" I said, shocked and provoked by the verbal abuse that Bec had flung at me. "You think that's funny? Anything could have happened to me! You left me with nothing! I could have been busted or bashed or anything!"
"Who gives a fuck?" Bec laughed. "Too fucking bad, mate! You were running around in women's panties, for fuck's sake! You're a fucking pervert! And then you let yourself get dacked by three girls, you useless prick! What kind of man would take that? You fucking wimp!"
A big, even broader smile played across Bec's big, full, red lips and she pointed at me with pure arrogance.
"We showed all our friends the photos we took of you with your cock hanging out," she sneered. "They couldn't believe it! They thought we'd paid you to pose for us! They couldn't believe that any man would allow himself to be stripped in public by three girls. And not even for sex! Just pantsed like an absolute bitch! You're a fucking joke!"
