The Night Out

A rewrite of HUMILIATING BIRTHDAY. I'd long thought that story would be better as another Kiera Nichols and David adventure as I could add more spice and imagination. So I did. It's the 4th such story and again features Kiera, David and Clara from The Photography Class, The Stress Session and The Exhibition. I hope you like it.

Whenever Keira Nichols promised me a good time, I always knew it meant trouble. Previously, Keira had got me nude before her photography class of teen girls and, later, their mothers. Who knew what she meant this time?

"Look, David," she said, flashing those enticing green eyes at me whilst playing with my tie, "it'll be fun."

"You haven't told me what it is," I reply.

"Fun."

"Fun?"

"Fun."

"Fun. That's all you've got?"

She flapped the tie back into my face. "Pick me up at 8 and I'll tell you where we're going," she said.

*

I pulled over into the car park of the old Scout Hut. The hut was located in a darkened area with barely any lighting; therefore, I was quite surprised to see a number of cars there. This wasn't some dogging thing, was it? That seemed a little tame and boring by Kiera's standards. As usual, Kiera had not told me what to expect in advance, only given instructions as we'd driven. I recognised it. We'd used this as a place to bring some of the students for trips out for nature studies and whatnot, but I hadn't been here in many years. I'd almost forgotten it existed.

I got out of the car and walked around to Keira's side, and opened the door for her. She looks stunning, as usual. She is wearing a black off the shoulder dress and black high heels. She has, as ever, perfectly colour coordinated the ensemble to complement her gorgeous green eyes and platinum blonde hair. It clung to her luscious figure, emphasising her hips and bounteous breasts. I'm convinced she'd rubbed ice on her nipples without me noticing, so prominently did they protrude through her dress. The waft of her Daisy Dream perfume caressed my nostrils. As I held my hand out to assist her from the car, I remarked, "We've seen this movie. It didn't end well for them."

"Oh," she said, gliding out of the car, "I assure you this will have a very happy ending." I pulled her towards me, leant in and we kissed, her lips sticky from the gloss she had applied to her full lips.

As usual with Kiera, this was all smoke and mirrors, obfuscation and innuendo, to disguise whatever her real plots and schemes were. And yet, I had still accompanied her despite her form. Well, her form was probably why I'd accompanied her. Her figure was as stunning undressed as it was here, fully clothed. The first time I'd fell for Kiera's machinations, she'd had had me strip nude before a class of teen girls, allegedly under the guise of being a life model for her photography class.

It had been a massive turn on, not going to lie.

The second time, she had conned me into stripping nude at the exhibition for the photos we had previously taken. I hadn't even been aware of the CFNM fetish before Keira turned me onto it and now, I was massively turned on at the idea of being completely nude, surrounded by clothed women, especially if it led to sex.

And it had.

Lots of sex.

"Quick," she said, "it's nearly time." She grabbed my hand and dragged me inside.

"Time for what?" I asked as I lurched after her.

"The party," she said.

I rolled my eyes. Here we go again...

*

We walked into the building. It was as I remembered it; slightly run down and musty but, curiously well maintained. From inside there was music and revelry coming from the main hall. I started to walk in that direction, but Kiera grabbed hold of my forearm.

"Nope," she said. "In there," and she gestured to a smaller room, just off to the side. I got a tad excited.

"Why?" I asked, a mischievous smile on my lips. "Extra curricula activity?"

"Not ... quiet," she teased, pulling me towards the room.

We entered. It looked like a small staff room. The entrance was near the door and there was an egress at the back, allowing for access to both the entrance hall and the larger main hall, if I recalled the layout correctly. Kiera closed the door behind her.

"Now..." she said, not even pretending any more that this was anything other than another opportunity to display my nude form. Likewise, I had long given up even pretending to be surprised. I'd quite gotten into it and was already turned on wondering what she'd come up with this time.

"...strip!" Kiera said, finishing her sentence.

"Do I not get dinner and a movie?" I asked.

"No, but you may get dessert," she replied coquettishly. "Now, take everything off. Everything."

"You want me to remove all my clothes?"

"All of them. I want you wearing nothing but your Boss aftershave."

I did as I was told and quickly stripped to my birthday suit. I removed my grey Hawes & Curtis suit jacket and trousers, and black boots. Keira watched, expectantly, taking my clothes and carefully folding them as she hung them up. I then removed my socks and underwear. I was glad it was clean. She bit her lip and leaned into me, placing her arms on my shoulders and around my neck and kissed me sensuously. Her lipstick stuck her lips to mine as I drank deep of her, exploring her mouth with my tongue, my naked body pressed against her.

I felt deeply aroused.

I was intrigued by where this was going. Kiera was a total exhibitionist, but she seemed to get more turned on by stripping and humiliating me, even though she was more than comfortable in her own skin.

I stood nude before her as she gave me a once over. There was a different frisson to the situation, more so even than when I'd been nude with her before. I was in reasonable shape, possessed of strong thighs, broad shoulders, and a meaty cock, but I was completely unaware of what was about to happen. Previously, matters had unfolded around me, strange matters, peculiar situations, but occurring in real time. The events unfolded with me a part of them. This was new. I had no idea what was being expected of me and yet here I was, nude and about to be exposed.

"You'll do," she said. "Right, walk out of the opposite door."

I looked at her as if an extra head had sprouted from her neck.

"But, I'm nude," I said, "In case you hadn't noticed."

"Oh, I've noticed."

She swiped at my cock, smacking it to the left. It bounced from side to side and Kiera bit her lip.

"Come on." She pulled me by the hand, out the door and down a corridor.

"Right," she said. "We're walking in here and you are to let me do the talking. You just enjoy it."

Unsure what game she was playing, but intrigued enough to see it play out, I turned to walk to the far doorway. Kiera smacked my arse. We stopped before the door and she took a moment to manoeuvre herself behind me. She leant forward at my side, her green eyes sparkling like a naughty schoolgirl, and opened the door. Before I could really do anything, she pushed me out.

I stood completely nude before the gathered throng, of which there seemed to be quite a few. I felt my cock twitch and my balls contract slightly as I realised, I was naked before all.

What was this?

The room was packed with women. But this wasn't a room full of strangers, oh no, these were all mine and Kiera's work colleagues and friends. There was her Line Manager, Andrea, Head of Studies, two of her best friends, Jane and Jenny, who taught English with me, the young 18-year-old newbie, Ingrid, who had just started as a technician, the Mental Health Worker, Dolores, Gail and Emily from Clara's stress session -- all of them women who worked with us.

At the side, glancing over a glass of wine was Clara. Clara and I had form. She had just turned 35 and she was a Hair and Beauty Lecturer, and, as with most of them, she was a little stunner. She had long blond hair which framed a round, attractive face and large blue eyes, always emphasised by elaborate eyelashes. Her nails were always impeccably shiny and of various hues. She'd been involved with Kiera's plots and schemes before.

And they were all looking at me.

I stood nude before them, unable to grasp what was happening. Kiera had ordered me to strip and then exposed me to all our friends and work mates. Panicked, I quickly put my hands over my exposed cock.

Clara suddenly appeared behind me.

"Oh, no you don't," she said as she pulled my hands quickly behind my back and zip tied my wrists together.

I was now bound, unable to cover my cock and balls, unable to prevent all these women from seeing me, completely nude. Unable to prevent them looking at and judging my manhood. I stood, helpless and exposed, cock out and at their mercy.

What was happening?

I saw them all look at me. As expected, all eyes went to my cock. I was unable to move, my legs felt like lead.

Kiera had her hands on my shoulders.

"Ingrid?" she said, indicating a young girl step forward.

Ingrid was a short girl, with jet black hair and dark brown eyes. She had quite the ample chest. Ingrid was new to the workplace and only 18.

"Ingrid," Kiera said, all business, "As a young lesbian, have you ever seen or touched a man's cock?"

Ingrid bit her lips and shook her head. "Never."

"Have at it," Kiera said.

Clara giggled. She was a fucking minx, that one.

Ingrid stepped toward me. My eyes widened. Were they really encouraging this young girl to play with my cock, before the entire room? Where was my HR representative? Oh, I forgot! She was there, staring at me over a glass of Pinot Grigio.

Ingrid tentatively ran her hands over my chest. Her nails raked my skin in a not entirely un-erotic way. She carried on working her way down south, over my belly, through my trimmed pubic hair, and then slowly down the length of my cock.

I felt it twitch.

The crowd giggled and guffawed, thoroughly entertained by my predicament.

"Grab it," Kiera said, "and lead him to the front of the room."

Ingrid wrapped her dainty hand around my meaty member, and forcefully pulled me forward, leading me through the crowd by the cock. Her hand was tight around me, and she pulled me forward quite forcibly.

I could only imagine how Clara and Kiera had pulled this one together. Both had experience of exposing me to colleagues and presumably this had become a topic of much conversation in the staff room. Clara especially had already shared me with some colleagues, much to their embarrassment, and maybe the photography exhibition had been talked about. Whatever the reason, our work chums chanted and hooted, applauded and cheered.

Ingrid continued to lead me by the cock, her petite hand gripping my meaty member. I was very turned on by it. Clara and Kiera smirked their satisfaction, as the crowd of our work colleagues enjoyed my nude body being manhandled by a teenage girl. I'd never really been into the whole teenage thing -- I liked women to have curves and experience. Maybe it was the situation more than the person, but Ingrid handling me was causing me to stiffen. She had no form -- she clearly wasn't used to handling a man, but her inexperience was intoxicating and I could feel my cock hardening in her hand.

The more Kiera and Clara had exposed me, the more this kind of sexual fantasy loomed large in my consciousness, the more it turned me on. I'd started having dreams about being stripped and paraded nude as women, all clothed, watched me. To have it actually happen was a heady feeling indeed.

Ingrid led me to through the crowd. She paraded me in front of all the women in attendance, pulling me forward by my cock. With my hands tied behind me, I was purely being shown off for their pleasure -- and mine.

Ingrid walked me up the stairs to the main stage where the scouts did their shows. I stood full frontal before the throng, my cock semi-erect as Ingrid stood to one side, her hand still clasping my member, and Kiera to the other. There were a few chairs on the stage but nothing else.

"Have you ever massaged a cock to full rigidity, Ingrid?" Kiera asked of the teenager.

"No. I've only ever been with women," the youngster replied.

"Would you like to?"

Ingrid's eyes lit up. "Can I?"

"Sure," Kiera replied. She addressed the crowd; "We'd like to see that, wouldn't we ladies?"

The crowd roared their approval. I was swamped by a mix of apprehension and ecstasy. I was about to be teased to a full erection before all my female colleagues. Could I do this? Could I stand, bound and fully erect before all these women, women I had to see every day?

Ingrid stood before me and rested my semi-erect member in the palm of her hand. Kiera stood beside me, gently rubbing her own hand over my back and butt cheeks. Ingrid's inexperience showed as she gripped me a little too tightly. Still, being massaged to full mast by an 18-year-old girl as a gathering of fully clothed female work colleagues looked on was almost too much for me. Ingrid slowly moved her hand over my rapidly expanding cock, gently pulling my skin over my now bulbous head.

My cock had stiffened rapidly under Ingrid's ministrations. Clara had removed her phone from her pocket and was filming me as my cock jerked up in staccato movements, quickly reaching full mast. Being photographed nude with this teenage girl massaging my cock was thrilling. What would Clara do this with photo? Was she taking it for Ingrid - or for herself? In the privacy of her own home, would Clara watch the video of my rising cock, being teased by this hot young girl and feel her own pussy as she did so? Would she not prefer to see me stood nude before her, feel my real cock in her hand?

My train of thought is interrupted as I feel Kiera's hand underneath my ball sack, massaging gently. This was the last piece of the puzzle. My cock was now fully erect, and hard as granite. Being watched by all these women had turned me on so much, my cock was so hard, my balls were contacting into my scrotum, emphasising my rigidity.

Ingrid let go and my cock bobbed up and down before the crowd. Kiera came to the fore and gently slapped my cock from side to side, watching it bounce around in its hardness. She grabbed it and massaged the shaft herself. Far more practised at wanking me off than Ingrid, Keira's practiced hand would have brought me to the point of climax quite quickly had she not suddenly stopped and looked me in the eyes.

"Not yet ..." she whispered.

She turned to the assembled crowd. "Ladies," she said with a flourish, "you were all personally invited to witness David in his altogether after hearing of our stories of exposing him at various events."

So! I'd been right.

"To that end," Kiera continued, "And knowing that David, despite his protestations, loves me exposing his nude form to women...,"

'Harsh' I thought, 'but fair.'

"... I know also that he loves to be fucked whilst being watched, and he loves to be photographed. Oh, he pretends to be humiliated and shy...," Kiera walked around me, stroking her index finger over my belly, her finger brushing gently against my erection, "... but take it from me; he wants this."

"Would anyone like Clara to take their picture with David's lovely, erect cock?"

Ingrid was first in line, placing her small hand around my cock for the photo. Her small hand made it look even harder and larger.

"I can't wait to show my girlfriend," she exclaimed excitedly.

One by one, my colleagues and friends came up to be photographed with me. Andrea squeezed my arse, something I'm sure HR would normally frown down upon, Dolores knelt down to be eye to eye with it. I could feel her breath on my cock, which just made the scenario even hotter.

Clara snapped away on her phone. It dawned on me that this was the 3rd time Clara had stripped me nude, and the second she had photographed me, but we had never actually fucked. She'd been nude, but had been content to sort herself out as she watched Kiera and I fuck. I desperately wanted to slide my cock inside her, ride that tiny little rose tattoo she had at the side of her pussy.

"OK, ladies," Kiera said. "I'm glad you're availing yourself of this opportunity, and of the drink, and thank you for coming. When we had been discussing our adventures exposing David's nude body, how we'd enjoyed exposing him to different women, some of you expressed great interest in seeing it for yourselves. To be honest, I never thought I'd be able to pull it off, however, here we are, pulling him off."

The crowd laughed.

"Of course, the other part of his fantasy was that Clara too wanted to be nude."

Clara took a step forward. "Clara cannily had here own adventure with David, but she saw how much fun the mum's had at the last event, the enjoyment they experienced fucking before a crowd..." Kiera played to the crowd, like a carnival barker presenting the next act. "...and she came to me and told me her fantasy -- she wanted to be fully nude before a crowd, and then to make love as you all watched."

Kiera took Clara's hand. Clara seemed to be blushing, and it dawned on me, Clara had never done this. Kiera had stripped before her class and been nude with me in a room full of people, but Clara hadn't. This caused my ears, like my cock, to suddenly prick up. Was Clara really going all out? And would that not be the only thing that got a prick up?

"I'd never really thought myself an exhibitionist," Clara said, "but, after speaking with Kiera, and telling her how much fun it had seemed, I told her what I wanted. But I wanted to feel comfortable so, Kiera put a few feelers out as to which colleagues would enjoy such an event. And so, having had a few drinks myself, I am ready to do this."

My cock hardened further as in front of the crowd of people, all her colleagues, she let her dress slip from her shoulders to reveal her all. Clara exposed the luscious curves and her body, an incredibly arousing sight. Around her slender neck and shoulders, her dirty blond hair fell. She had visible clavicles, and her breasts were firm and supple, being a nice C cup. Her nipples were already erect and hard, like buds on a plant. She had a little tummy with muscle lines down the sides that led to a pubic mound and a pussy which had been divested of all hair. The rose tattoo looked more beguiling than ever next to her nude slit. Clara's thighs were firm and looked quite taut in her high heels, which she left on. She stood as nude as I before her friends who applauded her audacity. From where I was stood, I could also see the curve of her back, and the dimples above her round butt.

She came and stood before me, the tip of my cock touching her belly, pre-cum oozing against her skin. She leant up to kiss me, her breasts pushing into my chest, my cock pushed further into her. I could feel the heat between her legs and realised she was as turned on as me.

Without preamble, Clara knelt and grabbed the base of my shaft with her right hand. She pushed her hair over one shoulder and in one smooth move, took my cock into her mouth. I gasped loudly as the warmth of her mouth enveloped my cock.

Working the shaft with her hand whilst gently riding her mouth up and down my member, I almost passed out, the pleasure being almost too much. I opened my eyes to see the sea of faces, watching. Some were licking their lips; others were wide eyed with mouths agape. Some bit their lips. Others still seemed to be pleasuring themselves. Clara worked my cock with practised ease, bringing me almost to the point of climax. Before I could cum, Clara stopped and stood up. The head of my cock was wet from her mouth and glistened under the lights.

"Lie down," she said, her eyes sparkling.

I did as I was told, albeit with difficulty with my hands zip tied. When I found a reasonably comfortable position Clara squatted above me. She grabbed my cock and produced a condom from somewhere. I suspect Kiera slipped it to her. She placed the condom around the head of my cock and then took my cock in both her hands as she unrolled it down my shaft. She placed the tip of my cock to her pussy lips, gently swaying her hips so my cock gently rubbed against her opening. Then, she sat down, taking my cock inside her in one move. Her warmth was all round me as she ground up and down, gently riding me.