Removing the Day’s Work Clothes

Cheri had been thinking about the transition.

The way a man looked when he came home still dressed for the outside world—shirt, belt, work pants—and then slowly took it all off. The gradual reveal. The moment the last layer came down and the heavy cock that had been trapped all day was finally free. She wanted the camera to feel like it was waiting for that moment the same way she always did.

She told Manny while he was still in his work clothes one evening, her hand already pressed against the thick outline in his pants.

“That’s the next one,” she said. “Removing the day’s work clothes. Start dressed. End with nothing. Make them wait for it the way I do.”

Manny’s cock twitched under her palm. She smiled and gave the bulge a slow squeeze.

That evening she set the camera at a clean medium distance so the full undressing would stay in frame. Soft lighting. She stripped completely, already wet from the idea, and stood naked behind the camera with three fingers slowly working in and out of her soaked pussy while she watched the monitor. Manny stood where she told him, still fully dressed in a button-down shirt, belt, and dark work pants, the heavy soft bulge of his cock already faintly visible against the fabric.

Her voice came through the mic low, calm, and anticipatory.

“Look at him. Still dressed. Still closed up. The cock is in there—you can already see the shape of it. Don’t look away. You’re going to watch every layer come off.”

Manny’s eyes stayed fixed on her naked body just out of frame. Cheri’s fingers made soft, wet sounds as she spoke.

“Feel the waiting. The shirt first. Then the belt. Then the pants. Keep your eyes on the bulge while it gets closer to being free.”

She gave a small nod.

Manny started with the shirt—slow, deliberate, one button at a time. The fabric parted. His chest and stomach came into view. The waistband of the pants sat low enough that the top of the thick soft bulge was already pushing forward. Cheri’s breath caught.

She paused the recording.

The red light died. She stepped in, dropped to her knees, and mouthed the growing bulge through the work pants—hot breath, wet pressure—until she felt him swell. Then she stood, returned behind the camera, and hit record again.

“Belt next,” she said, voice lower. “Take it off slow. Let them watch the pants loosen.”

Manny unbuckled the belt and pulled it free. The pants sagged slightly. The outline of his cock became clearer, heavier. He popped the button and eased the zipper down just enough to show the dark base of it. Cheri’s fingers pushed deeper inside herself.

“More,” she murmured. “Push them down.”

He hooked his thumbs in the waistband and slid the work pants down his hips. The thick soft cock sprang free, heavy and full, bouncing once before settling. The pants stayed bunched at his thighs. Cheri’s voice stayed calm and focused.

“There it is. The day’s work clothes are almost gone. Look at what was waiting underneath the whole time. Keep staring.”

She paused again. This time she stepped in, wrapped both hands around the soft, heavy cock, and stroked it with slow, wet pulls until it thickened and started to firm. She took the head into her mouth for several long, deliberate sucks, then let it go and stepped back behind the camera, lips shiny.

Record.

“Finish it,” she said. “Kick the pants off. Shirt off. Nothing left but the cock.”

Manny pushed the pants the rest of the way down and stepped out of them. He shrugged the open shirt off his shoulders and let it fall. Completely naked now, soft-to-hard cock hanging thick and heavy between his thighs. Cheri’s fingers worked faster.

“Look at it. Free. Heavy. Already getting harder just from being watched. This is what removing the day’s work clothes is for. Keep your eyes on every inch.”

She paused one last time. Climbed onto the bed, pulled him down with her, and ground her soaked, dripping pussy along the underside of his cock while it finished hardening against her. She rubbed herself against the thick shaft until she was shaking, then returned behind the camera, thighs slick.

“Final look,” she said, voice tight. “Nothing left but the cock that was trapped all day. Let them stare at what the clothes were hiding.”

She let the camera run on the thick, now-hard cock for several long seconds, then reached over and stopped the recording. The red light died.

Cheri didn’t speak. She climbed onto him, guided the thick, wet cock to her entrance, and sank down in one long, greedy push until she was fully seated, stretched wide, already fluttering around him. Manny’s hands gripped her hips hard. She rode him with deep, grinding force, tits bouncing, so close it almost hurt.

The first orgasm hit hard and sudden. Her pussy clamped down and a powerful jet of fluid sprayed out around his cock, soaking his stomach and the sheets. She didn’t stop. She kept riding through it, using the aftershocks to drive herself higher, and the second orgasm crashed over her almost immediately—wetter, sharper—another heavy gush pulsing out while she moaned and kept moving.

He sat up, wrapped his arms around her, and fucked up into her with short, brutal strokes. Cheri’s third orgasm tore through her with a broken cry; she squirted hard, the fluid spraying across his abs and running down over his balls. She kept taking him, rolling her hips, grinding her clit against him. The fourth came while she was leaning back, hands braced on his thighs, tits thrust forward—another long, messy rush that left them both glistening.

Manny flipped her onto her back without pulling out and drove into her deep and relentless, one hand pinned her wrist to the bed while the other rubbed tight, fast circles over her swollen clit. Cheri’s fifth orgasm locked her body; she came with a shuddering cry, squirting in hard, repeated pulses around his cock until her voice broke. She was still shaking when the sixth hit—longer, deeper, almost continuous—a powerful rush that soaked the sheets beneath them and left her gasping, twitching, and dripping as the last waves rolled through her.

Only then did Manny pull out. He stroked his thick, glistening cock over her open mouth and came hard, thick ropes striping her tongue, her lips, and her cheeks. Cheri opened wider and took the last pulses onto her tongue, swallowing what she could while the rest ran down her chin.

She lay there wrecked, breathing hard, face and thighs shining. Manny leaned down and kissed her slow and deep, tasting himself on her tongue.

Cheri kept her eyes closed for a moment, still feeling the aftershocks, then spoke against his mouth in a low, unhurried voice.

“I made them wait through every button and zipper just to see it pop free… and the whole time I was the one who could barely stand the waiting. By the time the pants finally came down I was already soaked. I came so many times I lost count, and I can still feel how hard you were after being trapped in those clothes all day. Next time I’ll make the undressing even slower… just so I get to stay this wet for longer.”