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a woman in front of men

Posted by: SoloTouchArchive Author: bhan Posted on: 08 Apr 2004 2 comments
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Do other women dream about watching men masturbate as much as I do? It's one of my favorite fantasies. I also like to visualize another woman forced to strip and masturbate in front of several men. I suppose a psychiatrist would say that the other woman is actually me, disguised by my fantasy. No matter -- it's a highly erotic "tape" which I play in my mind as I excite myself. Here is one version.I am in a gambling casino, watching as a woman plays blackjack poker against the dealer. She is gorgeous, long dark hair, tastefully dressed, probably in her early 30s, large showy rings on the fourth finger of her left hand. Her husband is restless and the stakes seem high. As she plays, she occasionally strokes a breast absentmindedly through her clothes. A large pile of chips sits to the dealer's left, a much smaller pile remains beside the woman. Her cards show 16 and she takes a hit, another card. It's an eight and she has lost. A pile of chips goes to the dealer. Another hand, her second card showing 14, her third card showing a 4, she calls, the dealer shows nineteen. More chips to the dealer. She seems compulsive, eager for the next hand. Her cards show a 9 and a 3, then a five. Total of of seventeen . She doesn't even hesitate: "hit me" she says -- and it's a five! The dealer takes the rest of her chips and she is required to take a marker for what looks like a thousand dollars. Obviously, some penalty must be paid for this.Her husband grimly takes her elbow and guides her away from the table. Several men follow, and one of them motions for me to join the small crowd.We are ushered into an upstairs room, thickly carpeted, one wall covered with a large cream-colored drape. Drinks are offered, and she takes one quick shot of whiskey, then another in rapid succession. Her husband instructs her to remove her blouse. It's clear that she does not want to do so, but she slowly upbuttons it, slips it off. Her nipples are obvious beneath a sheer bra. She looks downcast, almost ashamed.Two of the men move behind her, unfasten her slacks, which slide to the floor. She steps out of them, her head down, staring at her own breasts, then up at us. Her pubic hair is visible through sheer brief panties, not yet wet. She looks at her breasts and pubic area, then glances up again, surprised to see me there. Our eyes lock. I can't help it -- I cup my left breast and massage the nipple with forefinger and thumb.Her husband instructs her to remove her bra. She shakes her head -- "no". He offers her another shot of whiskey -- a double, which she drinks quickly, shaking off the burn of it. She is flushed now, breathing a little hard, her eyes downcast much of the time.She is given a pair of small scissors. Her husband says "go ahead, you know what to do". With her eyes still downcast, she grasps her right nipple through her bra and pinches lightly, bringing it almost erect, then spends a few seconds caressing it, flipping a forefinger beneath it, bringing it fully erect. Then the left nipple, pinched and twisted, caressed. Her nipples are lovely, long now. She might as well be nakedSlowly she brings the scissors up to the bra with her right hand, tweaks and twists the fabric of the bra with fingers of her left hand -- then cuts off the tip of the bra, leaving the nipple free. This is repeated with the left nipple. She stares at her own nipples, wets her fingers in her mouth, circles the nipples, pulls gently at each one.She is required to present herself to each one of us this way, bare nipples prominently jutting from the damaged bra. Each of the men suck and lick a nipple, sometimes one man on each nipple. I, too, suck the hard nipples. I pull hard at them and lick at the undersides as I do it. I know the best way to suck a nipple. I think I can even draw some fluid out of each of her nipples. I fondle my own nipples through my clothes as I pull on hers with my mouth. My nipples are hard and I notice several of the men looking at them. I suddenly realize that we are all going to masturbate, and that I will willingly masturbate myself as I watch all these men. I will get to watch all these lovely men masturbate to orgasm and I will watch their semen shoot out, their ejaculate. I will let them all watch me and the woman, bring themselves to orgasm. I will willingly make myself come in front of all of them. It won't be my first "public" masturbation but it will be one of the most unusual.As this is happening, the curtain is drawn away from the covered wall. A large thickly padded frame in the shape of an X is revealed. She is led to the frame, where her ankles are secured with softly padded leather shackles, so that she is standing, her thighs spread apart. I expected her wrists to be tied to the upper part of the frame, but instead only her shoulders are gently secured. Her wrists are tied to the center of the frame, a short length of very soft rope allowing some freedom of movement for her forearms and hands. Now her husband moves forward and roughly pulls down the left cup of her bra, leaving the breast free. He coats that breast, that tit, with warm oil. It glistens in the warm light of the room. Her nipple seems even more erect, even darker. He coats her abdomen, then jerks down the right bra cup and coats the right breast as well.Several of the men have begun to undress themselves (these are all young men of course, in my fantasy, perhaps in their late 20s to early 40s, and all are lean and fit). There are lovely erections to be seen, and one or two men are already stroking beautiful cocks which are standing straight out or angling upward.The woman on the frame is now allowed to move one hand between her legs, briefly massaging her clit. I do the same, spreading my thighs and massaging my clit still fully dressed, but in just a few seconds I feel an urgency to remove my outer clothing, and I do so -- now unashamedly working on my clit as the assembled men watch both of us women while they masturbate.I remove my bra, and soon thereafter remove my panties. It's a great relief to be naked. I love the idea that the men are watching me, masturbating because they see me doing the same.The other woman's bra is removed. More oil is applied to her tits and tummy. Then her husband roughly tears off her panties, leaving her naked. He pours warm oil into her right hand, allowing her to massage it into her pubic hair and over her clit and labia. Her clit is long enough to be seen clearly as she arches her pelvis forward.Now all the men, including her husband, are naked and all are fully erect -- beautiful cocks, all being massaged. Large red candles are lit and are brought over to the woman. Hot wax is dripped onto the upper surfaces of her tits, one slow drop at a time as she masturbates. At first she flinches from the minor pain. The drops of wax move closer to her nipples, and finally drip right onto the sensitive nipples themselves. She is panting, circling her clit with her right hand while fondling her labia with her left handI am fascinated by all of this -- the woman being forced to strip and to masturbate in front of several men, the men all openly masturbating themselves. I have removed my clothes and I'm masturbating myself. It feels completely comfortable, no embarrassment, just tremendous excitement to see and to be seen so openly. I make sure every man sees my erect clit, glistening with moisture from inside, wetness now beginning to ooze from me.The other woman is now becoming obsessed, fascinated with her own body and her own masturbation, seems not even aware of others in the room. More wax is dripped onto her tits as her right hand becomes almost a blur of motion, stopping occasionally to halt the almost-inevitable orgasm. She stands on her toes, knees slightly bent, pelvis thrust well forward now, looking in fascination at her own glistening tits and clit. Her nostrils are flared, her lips drawn back, concentration intense.And very suddenly she reaches her first orgasm, her first good cum. Involuntarily a loud "Oh!!" escapes her. Her whole body jerks suddenly outward once, twice, three times. Her hand continues to work between her legs, more slowly and more gently.All of us watch thins with fascination and all are very close to our own orgasms. One man, possibly the youngest in the group, can't hold off. He moves very close to her and suddenly loses several spurts of cum which splatter onto her belly even before her last spasms are over.She wants more orgasms. I know that feeling. I haven't had my first one yet. I know that in just a few minutes I am going to orgasm in front of all these people and my cum will flow out, coating my hand, and some men will come because they are watching me.A button on the wall is pressed by her husband, the frame she's strapped to is slowly lowered to the floor, and she lies there still masturbating as the men move in, closing the circle around her. Her eyes glisten as she watches them intensely.I know what's about to happen and I want to be a part of it. I lie on the floor next to her. We are now two sisters masturbating together, watching the men who will remember this night for the rest of their lives -- the night when they all watched two women jerk themselves off in public without any inhibitions at all, and when they were allowed to jerk off onto the women's bodies.One by one, they come -- they cum. Men lose control. Semen spurts out -- sometimes only two or three spurts, sometimes (I think) as many as six or seven good long streams of cum from one man. I focus only on the lovely male bodies now, on the large straining erect cocks, on the streams of semen. It is exotic, ecstatic -- I am cumming again and again, watching the men jack themselves to amazing cums. I have never seen anything like this and it is simply wonderful. The other woman seems to be on a serial orgasm as semen hits our tits, our bellies, coats our hands, our faces. We are coated, squirming, smearing semen everywhere.But finally my own last orgasm is over and I begin to return to reality, back in my own bed at home, lying on my back, smearing my own warm oil and my own juices upon myself. The hot candle wax on my tits has cooled but thanks to the oil, it's easy and painless to remove. My clit is still huge, pulsing, sore. My labia are swollen and purple when I examine them in the small mirror I keep at bedside. The sheets are a mess -- oily, greasy, stained with my secretions. What I need is a shower and clean sheets but instead I pour another ounce of oil onto my belly and slowly, luxuriously spread it over myself preparing for another round of delicious self-sex.