Perhaps your toughest challenge yet

The room hums with anticipation as Rachel steps back, leaving you fully exposed before the assembled women. Your cock throbs, helplessly hard, a clear sign of how much this entire ordeal excites you despite the relentless teasing. The moment the challenge was announced, your body betrayed you—because as humiliating as this was, as much as they objectified and toyed with you, you loved it. And now, one by one, these stunning women would take their turn at breaking you.

Rachel smirks. "Emily, you're up first. Try not to let him off easy."

Emily steps forward, her petite frame and delicate features giving her an air of sweetness that almost makes you forget the wicked glint in her eye. Almost. She brushes her dark hair behind her ear and kneels gracefully, her soft fingers wrapping around your aching cock

“You know,” she muses, her voice soft yet teasing, “Luna had a great time earlier today. She told me the coffee shop girls were dying for a chance to see you up close.” Her warm fingers slide down your length, making you twitch involuntarily. “Imagine it, John—you, standing behind the counter, completely exposed, delivering lattes with that gorgeous cock bouncing in front of all those baristas. A walking, throbbing advertisement—what better way to bring in business?”

Your mind flashes to the image she paints: standing in the café, fully nude, your cock on display as women giggle behind the counter, pretending to focus on making lattes while sneaking glances at you. Customers lingering at their tables, stealing looks while sipping their drinks, whispering about whether the rumors are true. Your cock twitches in Emily’s grip, betraying you. She notices, of course.

She hums in amusement before leaning in, her mouth opening just enough to take one of your balls inside, her tongue swirling around the sensitive skin as her strokes quicken. The wet heat makes your legs shake, and she giggles softly, enjoying your struggle.

Just as she starts to pump you harder, the alarm blares.

Emily pulls back with a little pout, releasing you with a wet pop. “Aww. I was sure I had you.”

Lisa wastes no time, her short, black-haired beauty accentuated by the confidence in her smirk. She slides her hands over your thighs, her grip possessive as she wraps her fingers around your slick shaft.

She smirks, her hand gripping you firmly. “But then I thought of something even better.”

She reaches into her pocket and pulls out a stack of business cards, fanning them out like a deck. “Picture this—you, covered in these. Each card taped to different parts of your body.” She strokes you faster, letting the idea sink in. “You’d stand at the front of the building like a living display. Women would come up, one by one, and take a card. And I think we both know where they’d start first.”

Your cock throbs violently at the thought—women peeling cards off your abs, your thighs, your cock, their fingers trailing over your skin.

"And you can't come back up until all the cards are gone. After this thing is released, will they even bother getting the rest?" Images of you standing there all day fill your mind as Lisa’s pace quickens, her fingers sliding up and down with just enough pressure to make your hips jerk involuntarily.

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

Lisa groans in exasperation, glaring at the timer. “Damn it. That was way too short.”

Jules steps up next, her pale skin practically glowing under the office lights. The well-endowed beauty leans in, her ample breasts pressing against your thighs as she wraps her lips around your cock.

Your head tips back, a helpless moan escaping as she moves with slow, torturous skill. “I was thinking,” she murmurs between licks, “your office should be right in the middle of our desks. No more hiding in that corner. We’d work all day, watching you suffer—hard and aching, just like this.”

The thought is unbearable. You imagine sitting among them, utterly exposed, unable to touch yourself while they giggle, whisper, and watch. Jules presses her soft, pale breasts around your shaft, sliding up and down, your cock trapped in heavenly warmth.

You grit your teeth, fighting the inevitable—

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

Jules gasps, pulling back. “No way. No way.”

Marina grins as she steps up, her shoulder-length brunette hair falling in soft waves. She’s always had that irresistible girl-next-door charm, but now, with her eyes filled with something darker, she looks downright dangerous.

“The company’s growing thanks to you,” she purrs. “We need to expand. And I was thinking… who better to help recruit new talent than our star attraction?”

She leans in closer, whispering, “I was thinking my old business sorority would love to come for a hiring event. They’d get a full... hands-on demonstration.” Her strokes tighten. “I think they would love to check you - I mean us - out.”

You picture them circling you like predators, testing your endurance, your obedience—

Marina suddenly flicks her tongue against your tip, sucking greedily, her strokes merciless—

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

She pulls away with a groan. “Ugh, that’s unfair. I so had you.”

Sandy steps forward, her blonde hair falling over her shoulders as she adjusts her glasses, looking both cute and incredibly dangerous. Her grip on you is immediate and confident, her strokes starting fast from the get-go. “You’re going to break, John,” she coos, watching your face for every reaction. “And I want to be the one to do it.”

Her other hand cups your balls, rolling them between her fingers as she talks. “You know what I’d use you for? A naked elevator attendant.” She grins. “QR code painted right across your chest—maybe somewhere lower. Women would have to get up close to scan it.”

She rattles off a list of ideas, her words designed to break you. A QR code on your chest. A city-wide delivery run. A borrow the stud program.

You can barely think, barely breathe as she tightens her grip, her thumb circling your tip over and over. Your entire body trembles—you’re so close, the pleasure cresting—

BEEP BEEP BEEP!

Sandy lets out a strangled groan. “WHAT?!”

Olivia is last. She steps up, tilting her head, her long dark hair cascading over her shoulder as she kneels. “No speeches,” she murmurs. “Just this.”

Her lips wrap around your cock in one fluid motion, sucking hard, her tongue swirling over the head. You jolt, nearly collapsing, your body on fire from everything leading up to this moment. She works you over mercilessly, her warm mouth taking you deeper, her hands massaging your balls, her pace unrelenting.

You’re right there—so close—

BEEP.

Olivia pulls off with a wet pop, licking her lips as she smirks up at you. “Tch. Guess you win, John.”

But barely.

Rachel steps forward, smirking. “Well, well, well. It looks like John gets to choose his prize.”

Your body is still shaking, your cock still throbbing, but the power now lies in your hands.

Your gaze slowly drifts to Sandy.

“Oh, fuck,” she whispers.

Rachel grins. “Tomorrow, John—Sandy is all yours.”