Anything in exchange for something to wear

Instinctively, you try to keep your hands over your dick. Bianca maintains her grip on your elbows, and you feel her breasts press up against your back as she steps forward to whisper in your ear.

"Have it your way, Sam. Personally, I'd prefer to watch you walk up to the villa without anything to wear."

What choice do you have? You slowly relax the muscles in your arms and allow Bianca to guide your elbows back. You **** yourself to look straight ahead and not at Isabella, who is chewing excitedly on one fingernail as she watches from out of her car window.

Bianca pulls your hands back and your rock hard cock shoots up. Isabella's jaw drops as she watches your 8-inch member twitch in front of her face. Bianca steps next to you, her eyes on your cock as she runs a fingernail down your tricep. She says something in Italian to Isabella, who laughs and covers her mouth. You look back at Bianca questioningly, but she just smiles and slides her blonde hair to the side.

"You don't want to know what I told her," she tells you in English. "It would just make you more embarrassed."

You feel something touch your dick and it makes you flinch. Looking down, you can see that Isabella has rested a small piece of cloth on your dick. It is nowhere near heavy enough to **** down your erection, and it balances on your throbbing cock.

Isabella blows you a kiss from her car window. "Enjoy your stay in Italy, Sam. You can call me anytime for... a ride."

The car speeds away, leaving you and Bianca on the empty street. You lift the article of clothing off your dick. You shouldn't be surprised. It's another speedo designed with the Italian flag. It was identical to the one you had worn when you arrived at the nightclub earlier that evening. Except this one had not been torn to shreds.

Without the car in front of you, you feel even more exposed out on the street, and your hands reflexively cover your cock again. You look at the speedo, remind yourself that beggars can't be choosers, and start to get dressed. But, to your horror, you're having a difficult time getting it on.

"Hmmmm," Bianca says with one hand on her hip. "Did Isabella give you the wrong size?" You don't reply. You know what the problem is. Your rock-hard erection is preventing the tight swimsuit from fitting. "I'm surprised she didn't give you the right size," Bianca continues. "She spent most of that drive looking at you in the rearview mirror and... sizing you up."

It takes you a few seconds of intense focus, but you manage to fight off your erection enough to **** your body into the skin-tight swimsuit. You still look ridiculous, but at the very least you have something to wear. As you follow Bianca down the quiet road between the villas, you take deep breaths and **** yourself to clear your mind. By the time you had gotten close to your villa, you were no longer visibly hard, but even with that problem taken care of, this suit was clearly not designed for someone with a bulge your size.

You knew (unfortunately from personal experience) that this suit might tear right off you if put under enough tension. If you got hard again, this meager outfit might disappear right off you. Unfortunately for you, fighting off your own arousal was becoming more and more difficult. You had spent the entire day surrounded by hot women. Earlier that day you had been seen naked by women for the first time on the nude beach. Leanna, the captain of your school cheerleading team, had stripped her dress off thrown herself at you in the nightclub. Bianca had spent most of the day seizing every opportunity she could to expose you. And all the while, dozens of other women had teased, groped, and humiliated you.

But at no point over the course of the day had you cum. As mortifying as today's events had been, you could at least be grateful that you'd spared yourself the humiliation of accidentally blowing your load in front of any of these women (but holy shit have you gotten close). And all of the teasing you'd experienced over the course of the day was starting to take its toll. Your body had been put under a lot of tension. And it wanted to release.

But you couldn't give up now. Even getting an erection might compromise your only article of clothing.

"I've got this," you whisper to yourself as you follow Bianca to the front gate of your villa. "I've got this."

Suddenly you hear a voice call out from the front gate of the villa, "Hello, Bianca! And... oh my god.... who is this?"

You look down the road and whisper to yourself, "I don't got this."