No, Susan is relentless

You look around on the beach, and see groups of people all across the length of the beach, staring with **** interest in you standing nude with hands at your side and a swollen hard dick standing tall. All the eyes on you are bringing all the blood down to your member, which is turning red and is painfully sore from your boss Susan’s teasing. You are breathing fast, as she very slowly runs two fingers up your shaft, licking her lips.

"Quit messing around..." you snap, before gasping from another deliberately sensual touch from Susan's fingers.

“Don’t worry John, I just want to make sure you have proper protection from the sun. I don’t think your dick gets a lot of sunlight, so we need to be extra careful.” She puts lotion on both of her hands and slowly runs them up the shaft again, but stepping forward and pressing her chest into yours, as she slides her hands down the back of your shaft, pressing the head into her stomach. She shifts her hips back and forth, brushing against your painfully swollen member.

“Oh whoops… I already brushed some off accidentally.” She says as she squirts out another dollop of white liquid that she runs all over the head of your penis. “See? This really is proving to be valuable practice for when this becomes your new uniform. Maybe this could even become our regular morning routine together…” She tells you with an evil smirk, gaining pleasure from the sweat building on your brow.

You are panting quickly, visibly affected by her slow and deliberate touch… But you stand steady. “Just finish with the sunblock already… You’ve had your fun, but I'm not going to cum from th…” getting cut off as Susan wraps her hand around your shaft and squeezing it firmly, causing you to moan unexpectedly.

“I think you’re vastly underestimating the attention this part needs John… It’s pretty important.” Susan tells you as she maneuvers around to your side, sliding her hand up your shaft, and tickling the tip with her other hand. You were embarassed to be standing naked on the beach, embarassed to have a huge boner in public, and embarassed to have so many people staring at it... But you are mortified to have everyone watch your boss blatantly give you a public hand-job.

“Hey this is cheating! You're supposed to apply lotion, not jerk me off.” you bark, before a change in her touch makes you clench your jaw and moan through your teeth.

“How do YOU put sunblock on this, huh?… That’s right, you don’t. So don’t tell me how to properly protect a dick from sun damage if you’ve got no experience yourself.” She scoffs with a smirk, clearly enjoying the power she has right now. “This cock is about to become the most valuable asset for business on this beach. For the community's sake, I’m going to make sure it’s well taken care of.”

Susan starts sliding her hand up and down faster, as she massages your tip more vigorously to the background music of your moaning and gasping. “You know what, I think the giving the proper care here is a more than one person job.”

Susan waves down some of the women sitting near by. “Hey ladies I could use an extra set of hands to handle the sunblock for my friend here. Can I get a volunteer?”

"Please no!...I'm begging you!... You're going to make me cum in front of these people." you shout as a couple of the women jump up and run over enthusiastically, though the entire group eventually makes it over and crowds around.

"Yes John... It's what everyone here wants... Even you..."

“Here, can you just slowly pour sunscreen over this spot” Susan says gesturing to the tip of your penis, as she hands off the bottle, and returns to stroking your shaft and massaging the tip with either hand. “Mr Doe here has promised to never wear clothes to work again, if we do a good job.” eliciting loud squeals from the crowd.

“No! You can’t do this! This isn't fair!” you exclaim in-between shallow quivering breaths and uncontrolled spasms. You Move your hands to cover yourself, as you try and resist the imminent release you feel your body building towards. You feel a cool stream of sunblock running down your shaft, while your hands are busy trying to interfere with your bosses massaging of your penis.

“It’s a legitimate agreement we made John, now let us resume the sunscreen application, or this beautiful thing is in danger of getting sunburned.” With only a momentary delay, the sunblock squeezer pulls away your hand. One of her friends then jumps in without orders, and does the same for your other hand.

“Oh thanks ladies. I guess this is a 3 person job at minimum.” Susan says as she returns to stroking you unimpeded. She is now moving faster and harder, making wet slurping sounds on account of all the sunscreen being poured all over your erection.

“I never... agreed... to this bet!” gasping for air as you yell. But Susan ignores you as you squirm around, your chest heaving in heavy breath from unwanted pleasure. But all this commotion is attracting a larger crowd of maybe 20 people now gathering around you, in a mixture of confusion and delight.

”Hi there everyone. I’m just doing a demonstration of proper penis sun-care. Our favorite naked lifeguard here is learning the correct technique since he’s new to this role. Come get a closer look!”

"Is he always naked like this?" blushing people ask as they walk up.

"He will be from now on! We're about to celebrate in a moment, you won't want to miss it..." Susan replies, still unashamedly giving you a public hand-job in front of the gathering crowd, wearing a smile all the while...

You desperately try and break free. sexual energy is pulsing through your veins with each throbbing heartbeat. You try and kick in the air, but your legs are jello, and you fall backwards into the sand…

Susan rolls to the ground with you - landing on her knees - without missing a stroke. "Yes, let's make sure you're comfortable for this next part!" she says, as she pushes you down onto your back, and rubs you all over with one hand. She is still stroking you hard with the other, and now sitting in between your legs. Now though, she's getting short of breath herself, and staring only at your penis with an intensity and zeal for her task, that you haven't seen on her before.

You crawl backwards in the sand sweaty and panting, **** to get away, but Susan doesn’t relent. She crawls with you easily matching your slow speed. You both inch closer to the hotel entrance, and boardwalk shops. The crowd around you grows enough that it blocks boardwalk traffic, and shop keepers step away from their work to watch the action. It’s the worst result… that you fail to escape, you attracted a larger crowd, and you are now shaking all over as you are losing your battle to resist the coming orgasm. Your scared that you're in real trouble. You bite your lip trying to keep from moaning out loud and encouraging the crowd more.

The original women watching you are themselves becoming overwhelmed by excitement of what’s obviously about to happen. Some of them plant themselves behind you to stop your movement. They wrap their arms around the front of you, rubbing your chest and whispering in your ear.

Other women have now grabbed hold of your legs to also stop you from crawling. The touch you feel all over is making you whole body quiver. Many of their friends have cameras out and are recording in a circle around you, some with their cameras within inches of your penis.

Susan is getting pretty sweaty and working quite hard, but she can see you biting your lip so hard you're nearly drawing blood, and shaking all over. She knows she is close and is ramping up further. She leans forward pressing her forehead against yours whispering: “Isn’t this great John? Look at all the friends you have here in support of your commitment to never wear clothes again!”

Someone who overheard the whisper yells to the crowd "Naked guy's never going to wear clothes again!", which slowly garners cheers from the parts of the crowd building into a loud roar from the whole mob.

Susan chuckles with her face against yours, then speaking louder above the loud wet slapping sound of your massage.... “I know you’ve got a gift for them, don’t you want to share it?”

“Please share!” shouts an onlooker. Another yells "Give it to us!" followed by growing chants of the "Do it! Do it! Do it!". But you can barely breath as you are fighting back your urge to moan loudly. The crowd sees your face sweaty and turning red, and tears run down your face from how badly you want to release this pressure. You look around for sympathy from the faces in the crowd, but all you see are giant smiles.

You use all your strength to try and close your legs or move your arms, but you are easily overpowered by the growing crowd of people holding you. They pull your limbs to the shape of a star, leaving you only in control of your hips, which you are now thrusting in the air aggressively against your will. The crowd loves it though and is cheering harder with each airward thrust, as you keep going faster and faster.

The chanting crowd around you grows so dense that you barely see the sky. Many of the people rubbing your sweaty body all over as you uncontrollably thrust your hips towards their faces. The sweat is pouring down your body and your head is shaking with your wild heartbeat. You can't possibly hold back any lounger and suddenly a loud powerful and passionate moan blasts out of your lips as you gasp for air. The crowd rejoices, but you drown out their noise with wild wailing at the top of your lungs. Every sweet scream is a ballad of your body's love of this moment and everything that is happening, despite the conflicting dread you feel in your mind.

Susan has to yell to be heard about your loud orgasmic vocalizations, saying “Good job everyone, these sounds mean we’re almost there!” still holding tight to your painfully swollen dick. You yell "FUUUUUUCK!" in vain and arch your back, in the air, flexing every muscle, and feeling no ground beneath you, instead being totally supported by the crowd around you.

You know the ramifications of cumming now, but it seems hopeless and the pleasure is so great, that you are unable to think straight. You close your eyes hard and mentally relent, defeated and ready to wholeheartedly embrace this orgasm.

Just then, you feel Susan’s lips wrap around the head of your penis, and her tongue powerfully massaging the tip.

You slowly wake up in a hot steamy Sauna. There's a quiet clock slowly ticking, and you are all alone. You’re tired and sore, sweaty all over, but it feels excellent. You are at **** peace, and sigh a long and content sigh. You reflect on what a weird dream you just had, as your towel slides off onto the floor revealing a huge swollen boner you have. It’s so erect, that its shaking as it tries to reach any tiniest bit further in the sky.

“That’s weird” you think to yourself, but you are in just too good of a mood to worry about it, and decide to just lie there naked come what may.

You lay there for a few minutes, breathing slowly despite the throbbing erection you have below. You feel tingly all over, and find yourself smiling without knowing why.

“Man I just feel too good right now” you think as you sit up and stretch. “How long have I even been in here? I should find a clock” you say as you slide to your feet and walk to the door.

You look back to the towel on the floor and say to yourself “You know what? This just feels right. I don’t even care if I'm walking outside naked.” as you open the door and stride out confidently onto the street. “I’m excited to meet the day, and see whatever comes next!” feeling bright warm sunlight and a cool breeze wash all over you.

You snap back to reality, in a flurry of sand, noise, and cameras around you everywhere... You find yourself moaning so hard that you can't breathe, and are gasping for air. A group of middle-aged women hold you down as a geyser of cum keeps spraying all over all of you. Jesus, you had never seen it shoot that far before, covering even the people behind you in runny white liquid. There must be more than 100 people surrounding you, watching and filming all of this.

All you hear is cheering and your own passionate wails. It was AMAZING and in the moment you felt nothing but love for the massive screaming crowd. Your brain refuses to let you consider the consequences as you smile wide thrusting your hips in the air as you continue to spray, much covering your stomach as many hands smear it around on your tanned abs. Their hands bumping into your still throbbing hard dick, so hot to the touch that it felt like it could melt metal.

Susan practically collapses backward from exhaustion. She wipes her mouth and then holds her hand up triumphantly, exclaiming: “Time for celebration everybody. Those fireworks signify John's new promotion. Let me proudly introduce you to our new senior naked lifeguard. He's not allowed to wear a scrap of clothing on this beach ever again!”

The excited crowd cheers and hoists you in the air, making you cum harder. You cum for what feels like minutes, pools of it dripping off the sides of your stomach onto the people below. Your sense of touch heightened now, intimately aware of the feeling of hands and cool moving air all over your body. But even as you slowly catch your breath, the crowd continues to celebrate for minutes more before a majority disperse and you get eventually lowered back to the ground. You remain laying there in a pile of sand, sweat, sunscreen, semen, and tears... exhausted but profoundly satisfied.

"Holy shit, you are one wild ride" Susan says as she very slowly gets to her feet, herself exhausted as well. She dusts herself off and then reaches out a hand to help you up. “Alright John, let's go to the hotel and explain your new employment situation to the staff there.”

"You’re serious?" you ask, shocked after mentally convincing yourself that Susan must've just wanted to jerk you off and was teasing about the rest.

"Dead serious…" She says pulling you to your feet. “You know how much sunscreen I had to swallow to earn this? You owe me a drink now too naked boy!"

You look down at all the fluids dripping off you... “But I’m literally covered with cum right now!”

“Yeah” she says with a villainous smile, “That’s the best part!”