I suck another dick.

I'm freaking out, they're seriously going to keep me naked indefinitely?

"What?! But I just want to get dressed! Can't I just get you off after you give me the shorts!?" At this point of today, after being subjected to so many humiliations, I calmly state,"You can't do this to me!!"

"Wait, Ahab— I was joking! I'm sorry! I'm not going to pressure you or anything!" Zelda's voice cracks, and she withdraws her soft hands from my body; she jumps back for good measure, looking like she'd accidentally kicked a puppy after seeing my distraught face.

What little confidence I have returns now that she's on the back foot— it's reassuring they aren't actually going to **** more sex, but now that Zelda is all flustered, I really want to impress. Sticking out of her lacy lingerie is a throbbing penis, and I can tell what she'd love me to do to it by the way it quivers under my gaze.

"That's an, uh, intense stare, Ahab."

"Glad you like it. By the way, I'm taking you up on sex." I say as I kneel in front of the bespectacled bombshell, pushing her into the wall as I drop her panties. Ming Zhao gasps audibly, watching with one hand in her suit's crotch.

I tug away at Zelda's twitching womanhood, licking at its head with preternatural vigor. I tease her by letting go, but within seconds have her shaft inside my mouth; bobbing my head up and down on her delicate meat. The blonde cutie's glasses fog over and she moans in time with my rhythmic sucking "Oh my God, huff, Ahab— have mercy~!"

But I refuse to show her quarter and keep speeding up this practiced, enthusiastic blowjob until she wails out in bliss. Through her sexual vocalizing and my low moans, I remember to do more than just oral on women; even while my tongue assaults her pulsating love-shaft, I have my hands thoroughly explore her slender body.

Groping, moaning for, and sucking her off, I show Zelda the meaning of pleasure; buckling under my unyielding oral ****, she climaxes, cock throbbing like inside my mouth. After years on estrogen Zelda's shooting blanks, but I still mime swallowing for her entertainment.

As my display of raw sexual ravenousness dies down, and I rest on my knees (dick hanging where everyone can see) it hits me what I've just done in front of these women: I just sucked off a girl in front of Natalie and my crush. Fuck.

They're all staring at me slack-jawed in silence, eyes locked onto my heavily-breathing, nude form, until—in unison—they all mouth, "Whoa."

At that monosyllabic reaction, my face burns through every shade of red imaginable, mortified beyond reason to have shown them such a wild side of me, I cover my face with both hands and collapse sideways— wishing I could just disappear. Inside my head I'm screaming Don't look at me. God, please don't look at me. While, on the outside, I manage to squeak out, "G-give me the shorts… please…" too absorbed in my crippling self-consciousness to even move.

Ming Zhao leans down beside me, mini-shorts in hand and asks, "Are you… okay?"

"No, but thanks for asking." I quip back, but when the businesswoman's beautiful visage flashes a look of worry, I amend, "Really, thank you." And we get dressed as fast as possible to avoid further embarrassment.

My crush can scarcely zip her diving suit up enough to hide her vagina, so she ties her costume's sleeves around her waist; choosing to go totally topless instead of risking a crowded hall seeing her slit.

I swallow in apprehension, an obscene bulge straining my new "costume's" crotch. There are roughly five inches of skin covered by this shrinkwrap-like fabric and I shudder to think of how things might go wrong for me… for the thousandth time today. I feel my face heat up like magma.

Natalie for her part is blushing nearly as deep a crimson as me, but throws her arms around my half-naked frame protectively, saying, "I-if we huddle, then we're only half as exposed… right?"

"I guess so. Thanks." I say, shuffling with her into the crowded halls.