Okada’s swmisuit fell to the floor with a plop. Using only his toe, he kicked it into the bottom of the locker and pulled on a towel. In the sauna he fell into his usual reverie. It was always and only Miss Takada. He had nodded off for some time when he awoke hot and foggy. “Play with it for a minute. I want to see it hard” a man’s voice spoke. Okada looked down to see that he had slipped partially out of his towel and was growing excited. He looked around half asleep and confused by the request. “I’m sorry. I should have clarified. I am a film producer, not coming on to you. It’s not often that men of your size can grow entirely hard and I was simply wondering if you could do so.” Okada, already aroused, acquiesced. He turned to his usual fantasies. The way her hair played on her shoulders. The way her dress draped over her hips when she walked or reached for something. The way that, if she moved just right, her breast would bulge slightly over the edge of her dress. Okada was still a virgin, despite being 29 years old, and so had not lost the teenager’s ability to think himself hard at the most innocent of images. “You are twice as big as anyone I have seen. You must be at least 8 inches or so, and so thick. I am filming a group scene on Saturday, so it will be low pressure. A good introduction to see if this is something you might like to do every now and then.” He gave Okada his name and office address before leaving him in the sauna sitting on his towel, sporting only a massive erection. Okada tucked it into his towel band and went to change for work.
His desk sat just so that he could see Miss Tadaka without her seeing him. He loved to glance over at her, to see her brush the bangs off her forehead, to see her ponytail whip around as she reached for a phone, to see her dark eyes glisten and her dimples punctuate her perfectly white teeth when she smiled. To see her dress cling to her slender body when she rose was where he drew the line. It was more than he could take at work. At home, however, he gave free reign to his imagination. At first he would only think of her a bit while stroking himself in the shower. He saved a picture of her from a corporate bulletin, to which he graduated with a special purchase of personal lubricant. Too embarrassed to buy a sex toy, he crafted several ingenious masturbators out of socks, towels, pillows, or really anything at hand in which he could thrust his frustrated penis while thinking of her. She was more of an erotic muse than an obsession, the perfection of femininity that he could not possess. Despite being friendly, outgoing, and quite fit, Okada could nevertheless not fix his less than attractive face. Women were simply not attracted to him because of it. The offer from the sauna was all the more enticing because he would do anything to have a woman touch him sexually. Even if he could only masturbate in the presence of a nude woman, it would be enough.
Okada arrived at the building, a nondescript office tower among others identical to it, shortly before 11. He took the elevator alone to the 10th floor and followed the sound of voices after exiting. Stopping an attractive woman with a clipboard, he asked for the sauna man by name. She took him by the arm and reintroduced the two. “So glad you could make it!” the sauna man said. “The mens changing room is right this way. You may leave your clothes in there before going into the studio.” As the sauna man walked away, Okada felt a twinge. His shyness compelled him to flee but his appetite drew him toward the studio. He hesitantly disrobed in the locker room.
Entering the studio, he saw a small film crew on the perimeter of the room. The remainder was occupied by a few crew and about 20 nude men. They were mostly solitary, looking at each other in a non-sexual manner that eased Okada’s concerns. He was amazed to see the differences in the men’s bodies. Everyone seems so similar when clothed but now there was nothing but variation. Some were pudgy, some were slender but unmuscular, some were very fit. They all had weirdly different cocks. Most were short and not remarkably thick. One man’s was like a small acorn nestled in a bush. Another had a bit longer shaft capped off by a disproportionately large head. His own began to feel a bit heavy and twist a bit to the left as he involuntarily grew a bit hard as a result of being naked with so many people. As the men tugged a bit at themselves and looked around, most stopped on Okada. He felt self-conscious about his dick, which was easily twice as large as anyone else in the room.
Luckily, the tension was broken as the sauna man introduced the woman who would now be the center of attention. Only two or three men of her choosing would be allowed to enter her. She may help some others with her hands or her mouth if she chose, but if she didn’t they must stand on the sidelines and service themselves until it was time to finish. All of this seemed routine to everyone except Okada, who had only even seen a woman naked once or twice, shyly, in a magazine.
The woman was introduced by a wildly fake name. Her ponytail bobbed by between her slender shoulders. As she swung around Okada knew instantly it was Miss Takada. Fear settled into his bones. Here was the most beautiful woman in the world, the object of his desire, and he is standing nude and shameless in front of her. It takes only a moment for their eyes to meet in recognition. She looks around to select her mates. The first is the man with the remarkably small acorn penis. The second is incredibly handsome, with movie star good looks, but again hanging an unremarkable member. Okada wonders if a man with a penis that can fit entirely in his own palm has a greater concentration of nerves and so a more intense orgasm, and so greater control of how he pleases a woman, or if he is just different in a way that is pleasing both to the eye and to the body. Miss Takada looks around, glances at Okada’s enormous member, and selects him as the final partner.
He is able to put off his apprehension as he mingles with the other men. Some experienced men rush in to have her assistance. She kneels down on her hands and knees. Its difficult to feel repulsed or turned on by men, cocks nearly touching in a contest for attention from a beautiful woman. Another man goes behind her and removes her panties to reveal a tuft of hair that spills wildly from between her legs. He parts her hair and plunges his mouth into her. She moans instantly and bucks back against his face. Placing his hands on her hips, he closes his eyes and allows his mouth to wander according to her response. Okada wants to shove the man aside but restrains himself. Standing apart, he is conflicted about seeing his fantasy groped by strange men but aroused by the knowledge that he too will have his opportunity. The pretty assistant walks over to him and, squeezing a glob of lube on her hands, proceeds to prepare him for Miss Takada. He is a bit startled by her touch, not understanding that it is okay to let others make you feel good and that she is helping to make his experience with Miss Takada more pleasurable.
Miss Takada moves her hips forward and let the attractive man’s penis slide out of her after only a minute or two. Waving him off, she rolled on to her back. Mr. Okada approached the bed cautiously. Looking down he could see that she had pulled aside her dense patch of pubic hair that concealed quite plump labia and a small, pink hole within. She could sense his nervousness and so wrapped her other hand around his rigid penis. She rubbed the tip along her moist inner lips and, placing the other hand on his hip, guided him inside of her. He followed her lead and went slowly, eventually pushing all of the way into her. Remembering the prohibition against kissing, he collapsed on to her and took one of her nipples into his mouth. Closing his eyes and caressing her breasts with his mouth, he recounted the myriad fantasies he created while masturbating to her pictures. Now she was here in the flesh and he was pleasing her.
A cameraman tapped him on the back and whispered something to remind him of the situation. Fearing that his time might be cut short, Mr. Okada straightened himself and began pushing into and withdrawing from her warm, soft pussy. He looked at her, one hand on a breast and the other wandering across her midsection as she gazed up at him. He looked around the room and felt an odd sense of confidence and arousal at the sight of a room full of men jacking off while watching him fulfill his fantasy.
She instinctually lifted her legs in the air and spread them wide to accommodate his girth. He placed his hands on the bed at her sides, propping her thighs against his biceps as he began to thrust his penis harder and faster into her, withdrawing the full length until he could feel the ridge of the head slip past her opening and then back to the hilt, all 9 inches of thick, hard cock pounding furiously. Minutes flew by as he switched from watching her look up at him with wonder, lips parted and slightly gasping with pleasure, then down to her breasts as his thrusts made them bounce. He went harder and harder, faster and longer, until her moans reached a fever pitch. She bit her lip and shoved her hand into her thicket of hair and furiously rubbed herself. He felt her balloon momentarily and then clamp down hard inside as she screamed with pleasure. He continued to pump her, which only made her come harder.
The sight became too much for some in the crowd. The man with the mushroom headed penis jumped forward and came on her breast. Mr. Okada had never seen a man come up close before. He was surprised at how hard the man’s penis became and how insistently it pulsed as his cum jetted out. Another man came forward just as her climax subsided and Mr. Okada removed himself from her. The man’s cum spewed on to her arm as she sat up for Mr. Okada.
He grabbed his penis but didn’t need to pull on it. The first spurt of his cum arced high over her shoulder. The next splashed on to her cheek. The next minute was a blur of ecstasy. Once he could focus again, he saw her covered in his cum and gazing up at him. He never forgot this image, the pinnacle of his fantasy.
She sat back, breathless, and paid cursory attention to the remaining men who filtered through to relieve their throbbing cocks on to her chest.
Okada stepped back, a long string of cum dangling precariously from the tip of his still long, thick, engorged cock. The pretty assistant came over with a cloth to catch it up and grabbing the base of his penis and pulled slowly forward. He almost fainted as she pinched the last drop of cum out of his still sensitive head between her index finger and thumb. She looked at him and smiled while her hand lingered, lightly grasping his slowly flagging penis.
Okada’s performance with Miss Tadaka earned him considerable respect. He was known for intimacy and tenderness as a performer. He earned a substantial fortune, finding that he enjoyed the impossibly petite teenaged girls, especially when he could get behind them, grabbing their slender hips, and tease them with his cock before sinking fully into them, grinding the sensitive junction between his pelvis and penis against them while they rubbed themselves into oblivion from below. He likewise enjoyed the voluptuous women, who would wrap their enormous breasts around his penis. Thrusting against their soft breasts was so abstract that he came in an entirely different way than when younger women squeezed the life out of him or when older women used their magical touch to make him erupt by teasing that one secret place on his cock.
Many years later, once Miss Tadaka had married an executive and Okada had paired off with the pretty assistant, he would still revisit the recording of his fantasy. After all, it is rare for one to lose their virginity under nearly perfect circumstances and have the video to prove it. If chance found Okada and the former Miss Tadaka alone on an elevator or in the mail room, she would reach over and feel his penis through his pants, never looking at him or acknowledging him, but making him hard in memory of their secret liaison and in tacit acknowledgment of the power that she, his first love, will always hold over him.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticstories/comments/8up8h1/new_poster_just_something_i_rattled_off_and_am
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