Lisa's decision

I was lying on the lounger in the relaxation room, still stark naked; the 70-year-old man’s semen was slowly trickling out of my pussy and dripping onto the sheet. My legs were trembling, my labia were deep red and swollen, my nipples still hard. Three orgasms in such a short space of time – my body felt as though it no longer belonged to me.

Jan stood before me, calm, almost fatherly.

“Two options, Lisa. Either you leave right now and never come back here… or you go out, pretend it was a silly technical accident. You thank the men who ‘rescued’ you, and you apologise to the old man. He’s beating himself up over this.”

I stared at the ceiling. My heart was racing. The shame was so overwhelming I could barely breathe. I’d stood there naked in front of all those men. I’d had orgasms in front of them all. I’d held a stranger’s cock in my hand and then even felt it inside me. And now his cum was still flowing out of me.

But at the same time, I felt something else: a dark, hot arousal that wouldn’t subside.

I didn’t want it all to have been in vain.

I didn’t want to be remembered as the one who ran away.

I sat up slowly. My breasts bounced as I did so. Semen dripped from my pubic area onto the lounger.

“…I’m going out,” I whispered hoarsely.

Jan just nodded. “Good girl.”

He handed me a towel. I wrapped it around my body, but it was small – it barely covered my breasts and only reached just below my bottom. I still felt naked.

With trembling legs, I walked back to the pool area.

The men were still standing there. Many of them were looking at me. The old man was sitting on a bench, his face pale, his hands shaking. He looked as if he were about to cry.

I walked straight towards him, clutching the towel tightly around me.

“I… I’m sorry,” I said quietly, but clearly. My voice trembled. “It was a technical fault. It wasn’t your fault. Not at all. I… I thank you for trying to help me.”

The old man looked at me with teary eyes.

“I… I didn’t mean to…,” he stammered.

I shook my head and smiled faintly.

“It’s okay. Really. Thank you.”

Then I turned to the other men. My cheeks were burning.

“And thank you all… for pulling me out. It was… a silly accident. I’m sorry if I scared you.”

Some nodded, some grinned slightly. Many were wearing red-tinted glasses. I didn’t know what they’d actually seen.

Jan stood at the edge and gave me an appreciative nod.

I walked to the changing room on wobbly legs. The towel kept slipping, revealing a breast here, a bit of my arse there. Every step felt as though everyone could see my swollen, red cunt and the stranger’s cum still running out of me.

When I was finally in the changing room, I closed the door behind me, leaned against it and slowly slid to the floor.

I sat there, naked under the towel, with someone else’s cum inside me, and trembled.

I’d decided of my own free will to go out and apologise.

I hadn’t hidden myself away.

I’d just come in front of everyone – and then I’d had a 70-year-old man’s cock inside me.

And I’d thanked him for it.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath.

The shame was immense.

But the arousal was even greater.