Wear Something Pretty to the Party

There were silky red thongs, lacy black bikinis, pearl white strings, and soft pale blue french cuts. I had never seen such a beautiful collection of panties and bras in all my life. I had just returned to my building from getting my morning coffee and was going up the stairs to my apartment when my neighbor from across the hall was going down to do her laundry. I smiled and said good morning and she said "hi" back. As we passed I peeked around my shoulder and got a glimpse of the clothes in her basket. I must have been staring because she giggled and smiled at me once more before she disappeared around the corner to the basement. It was my day off and evidently hers too. As I made my way to my apartment I couldn’t help thinking about her sorting through all her pretty underthings downstairs. I stood inside my apartment door listening and peeking through the peephole, waiting for her return. Ten minutes seemed like an eternity, but then I heard her coming back up the stairs and watched her enter her apartment and shut the door. All was silent…I could hear my heart pounding as I formulated my plan. Her loads of laundry wouldn’t be done for another 20 minutes or so, plenty of time to get downstairs and back without her knowing. I carefully opened my door slipped out into the hallway and quietly tiptoed down the stairs. At the bottom of the stairs there was a door that lead to the basement laundry and storage units. Her basket was on top of one of the washers, and both washers were running delicate loads. In the basket were a few white and blue silk panties and bras. I picked out a pair of white string bikini thong panties and rubbed the soft slick fabric between my fingers. There was a slight stain on the cotton bottom of the thong and I put it close to my nose and breathed in. My cock pressed hard against my shorts almost immediately. I rubbed the outside of my pants as I played with her panties. I opened one of the washers and watched as all the red underwear swirled around and around. I picked out a red lacy french cut bikini and felt the cold wet lace against my skin. By now I was practically humping the washer, trying to get as much friction on my cock as I could. I desperately wanted to relieve myself in those panties. I don’t know what I was thinking when I decided I could strip down and jerk off with her panties without getting caught. I peeled off my shirt and threw it on top of the washer. I pushed off my shoes and slipped off my socks and set them in the corner. Then I unsnapped my shorts and let them fall to my ankles and quickly hooked my thumbs into my Joe Boxers and pulled them down and off my legs, leaving them in a pile on the floor. I stood there naked trying to decide which pair of panties I wanted to play with. The wash was just about to switch to spin cycle so I had to get this done fast. I decided one of the red wet ones would be nice and took a pair and wrapped them around my stiff cock. It was cold and slippery, but as I started stroking myself with them they quickly warmed up. As I stroked the wash cycle switched to spin and the room got louder so I walked around the room and headed over to the storage units and peeked inside. One was unlocked and I went in and crept behind their bicycles and garden tools. My balls were tightening and I knew it wouldn’t be long so I decided I could do it right here. As I was getting close I suddenly heard familiar giggling coming from the laundry room. My cock immediately went limp and I crouched down and held my breath. There were two women whispering and giggling but I couldn’t hear what they were saying to each other. I waited without making a sound. A few minutes later one of the women walked around to the storage units area and said "We’re having a little party in 2B if you’d like to join us. Be sure to wear something pretty or just come as you are". They both giggled and left. I could hear them walking up the stairs. I stayed crouched in the corner for several minutes before I felt like moving again. As I walked back into the laundry room I got a sick feeling. Everything was gone—my clothes, her panties, bras, the basket, everything—the washers and dryers were all empty and quiet. I stood there stark naked with only a pair of her red, wet panties in my hand. I thought I could probably make it back to my apartment without anybody seeing me but my door was locked and my keys were in my pants pockets. I trembled as I looked at the panties and knew what I had to do—what they forced me to have to do. For the first time in my life I stepped into a pair of women’s panties. They were still moist as I pulled them up my legs and over my limp cock. The material felt cold against my balls as I pulled them all the way up to my waist. I just stood there and looked at myself. I didn’t look bad in red lacy bikini panties; my waist was thin and solid from working out everyday at the club. My buns were fully covered by the back of the panties and my balls were pulled tight against the thin fabric—a narrow crotch that was never intended to hold a man’s ball sack. My shrunken cock was plastered tight against my body and lay off to one side buried in my thick bush of pubic hair. I headed for the door. All was quiet as I opened the door and made my way up the steps. I made it around the corner without an incident but as I was heading up to the second floor I heard someone unlocking the outside door. I ran the rest of the way up and knocked on 2B. The person from the outside was now inside and getting their mail—I heard giggling from inside 2B. As the door opened, the person from below started walking upstairs. I was greeted by my neighbor and asked to come in; I slipped inside just as my other neighbor was reaching the top of the stairs. The door closed just in time. "Hi, my name is Jill." I was facing my pretty neighbor, the one I had watched coming and going for months but was too shy to speak to, and I was standing there wearing nothing more than her underwear—I was horrified. My face turned red as I shook her hand, "Hi my name is Keith." "I’m glad you could join us, come in." She motioned toward the living room and as I looked over I was stunned to see that there were three other women, all as pretty as Jill, with wide grins on their faces. I followed Jill into the living room and stood there as she sat down. As I was being looked over I subconsciously covered my crotch with my hands. I wanted to get this over with quickly so I just blurted it out "I believe you have my clothes and keys and I’d like them back." Jill said, "He wants his clothes back girls, what do you think?" Everyone started laughing and shaking their heads no. "I think the consensus is that you don’t get your clothes back right now. We’re having a little party here, and we would really like you to stay. When the party is over we’ll give you your clothes back. How does that sound?" I sheepishly agreed, what choice did I have. "Good, first I want you to hold your hands behind your back and walk around the living room for us so we can check out that cute bod of yours." I slowly uncovered my crotch and held my hands behind my back and walked in a circle around the living room. The girls whooped and hollered and whistled as I went around and around. After a few minutes Jill said I could stop. She came over to me and said to everyone, "I need to have a few moments in private with our new guest, everyone have a drink and relax, we’ll be back soon." She hooked her finger in the front of the waistband of the panties and pulled and said, "Follow me." She led me to the back of the apartment. We entered the bathroom and she said, "OK we are going to have to clean you up a bit. Take off my panties you naughty boy." I hesitated not knowing what to do. "Hurry up, we don’t have all day, get them off!" I instinctively reached for the panties and pulled them down and off. Now completely nude, she looked me over from top to bottom, her eyes eventually stopping at my cock. "My what a little thing you have there. Does it ever get much bigger?" I mumbled something like "yes sometimes". "Well, step into the shower, I can hardly see it through all that hair. Put you hands behind your neck, I don’t want you playing with it or anything." I stepped into the shower, faced her, and clasped my hands behind my neck. She dug through a drawer and found a pair of scissors. "Don’t worry, I’m not going to cut it all off, just enough so we can see what you’ve got." She then quickly clipped away my pubic hair, leaving about a half inch of fuzz. "There that looks better, now turn on the shower and get wet." She watched as I turned the water on and let it warm up and then turned it on my body. It felt strange to be watched while showering. After I was good and wet she said that was enough so I shut the water off. I stood there wet and shivering and she dug back into her drawer and found a can of hair remover. "Now I want you to lather up with this from your neck down. You’re allowed to skip a small circle of hair above your cock but everywhere else the hair must go—your balls included." She handed me the can and I squirted some foam into my palms and started covering my arms, shoulders, armpits, chest and stomach. It tingled as I rubbed it in. She said, "give me some and I’ll do your backside." As she was doing my back and buns I did my balls and legs. As I bent over to get all of my legs, she swished some through my ass crack and up under my balls. When I was completely covered in the foamy cream, except for a small patch above my cock, she said, "wait right there." and left the room. Before long she was back with a digital camera and said, "put your hands on your hips and one foot up on the edge of the tub and give me a big smile." I did as instructed and had my humiliating picture taken. It felt like the cream was beginning to burn and she said it was OK to wash it off now. I turned the shower back on and rinsed away all the foam, and with it, all my body hair. The tub quickly filled with hair as my silky smooth figure emerged. I looked like a little kid again except for my cock. My arms chest, stomach, back, legs, butt and balls were all completely smooth and hairless. I finished rinsing and she said that I could stop and get out now. "Stand on this towel and face the mirror." Still completely dripping wet I stepped out on the towel. "Now put your hands on your hips and spread your legs and I’ll dry you off." I did as instructed and she stood behind me and dried off my back, arms, chest, butt and legs but not my cock. I stood completely dry except for my dripping wet cock. She tossed the towel away and stood directly behind me—I could feel her jeans brushing against my buns—my body was much more sensitive without any hair. She placed her hands on my ribs and slowly reached around to feel my smooth stomach and chest. She started rubbing my stomach with one hand and my chest with the other—occasionally brushing her red nails against my now pointy nipples. While still rubbing, she whispered in my ear..."OK Keithy, let me explain how this is going to work. I have three friends out there that are expecting a good time. I want you to do whatever they ask. Eventually they are going to want to see you cum, and that’s just fine with me, but try to hold out as long as you can because this party could go on all day and I don’t want you completely drained, if you know what I mean." As she said that my cock sprang to attention and she noticed in the mirror immediately. "Oh look it does get bigger." Her hands both stopped rubbing and moved down to my hips, pushing my hands away. Her right hand grabbed my semi-erect cock and her left hand slipped under my smooth balls. She just held them still for a minute and said, "I think we could all have some fun, and when the day is over I’ll give you your clothes and keys back." I was now completely erect and I just wanted her to stroke it, but she just held it completely still, pointing it straight up toward by belly button. I said "just one thing…why are you doing this to me?" She said, "Well, I could have easily reported what you were doing in the basement with my panties to the landlord or the police, but I thought I’d give you a break. I didn’t force you to remove your clothes and play with yourself with my underwear in public, but since you did, I figured I’d take advantage of the situation." She let go of me and headed for the door and said "Time to join the party. Lets go." She took my hand and led me out and down the hall toward the living room. I felt cold and embarrassed as we walked into the living room where the other women were gathered. As we arrived all talking stopped and every head turned our way. Someone said "Oh my god, what did you do to him? He’s gorgeous." Jill left me standing in the middle of the room and sat down on the couch "I just tidied him up a bit. All that man hair was obstructing my view." My nervousness had taken its toll on my penis; it was once again limp, but still slightly inflated from our time together in the bathroom. Jill said, "don’t worry girls he rises to the occasion when he relaxes." Everyone giggled. "Keith, there is a new bottle of champagne in the refrigerator, would you please be a good boy and bring it here for me?" Jill’s apartment was laid out just like mine so I intuitively knew where the kitchen was. As I turned and walked to the refrigerator the ladies began whistling and hollering. When I got to the kitchen and opened the refrigerator the cold air brushed across my naked belly and instantly made my nipples jut out. I grabbed the champagne and with as much confidence as I could collect I stood tall and walked back to the group, my cock jiggling as I went. The ladies were all enjoying my predicament Jill instructed me to open the bottle while standing in the middle of the room so they could "see my muscles at work". I began peeling the foil off the neck, and then loosened the wire and removed it. Now the tricky part was to get the plastic cork out of the bottle without a table or anything to support the bottle on. I started twisting the cork with my right hand while holding the bottle tight against my left side. It was almost out so I slowed down, trying to let the air gradually. I almost had it when all of a sudden it popped out and foamy champagne blasted out onto my chest and neck and flowed down my front. It was freezing cold as it made it’s way all the way down to my cock and then onto the floor. All of the ladies jumped to my rescue, one taking the now half full bottle from me, another running to the kitchen for towels, and Jill and her friend patting my shoulder and back in consolation. "That’s OK Keith, we’ll get you all cleaned up." Before long all the girls had towels and each one was rubbing me dry. At first I thought they were genuinely being considerate, but soon I realized that it wasn’t all for my benefit. Long after I was dry the towels kept moving; one on each side of my chest, another on my stomach, and another against my cock and balls. I could feel hands holding me everywhere; on my arms, back, buttocks and sides—all holding me quite firmly in place. Soon the towels were dropped to the floor and were replaced by bare hands. All eight hands were feeling me up quite thoroughly, one in my butt crack, one cupping my balls and then suddenly one stroking my cock. Just then, one of the girls slid her index finger up my butt and began tickling me deep inside. I had never had that done to me before. As she continued to stimulate me from within I said "I don’t want to do this, please let me go." But Jill said, "Just relax Keithy, we’ll handle it from here, there is nothing you can do about it, so you might as well enjoy it." They were right; I was no match for the four of them. My body was betraying me anyway; my nipples were tingling from the stimulation they were getting, the loose skin holding my swollen balls had already tightened, and my cock was growing longer and harder with each stroke. It actually felt quite wonderful to be jacked off by so many pretty, dressed women. I decided I’d go for it. I concentrated on my now stiff cock and began to match the rhythm with my hips. Every stroke brought me closer and closer to cumming--I was just about there. I closed my eyes and let my cock take over. I could feel cum gathering in my balls, and then moving to the base of my cock. I could feel the first wave escaping but then suddenly, they let go of my cock and balls and held my arms behind my back. I looked down at my cock, still twitching as the first bit of cum oozed from my slit. The finger inside me pushed deeper as Jill grabbed my cock, aimed it down at an empty wine glass and gently squeezed my balls. I was shocked as I watched cum pour from my cock without any help from me. Wave after wave flowed into the glass, matching the rhythm of the stroking finger deep within my butt—every time she moved her finger more cum poured from my penis, without any pleasure at all. Eventually the cum slowed to a trickle and then just a few drops and then the girls released me. My knees buckled and I kneeled to the floor as the girls waved the wine glass around, now a third full with my manhood. The girls triumphantly passed the glass from one to another for closer inspection. One of the girls said, "Lets have some champagne to celebrate Keith’s milking." She got the bottle and started pouring four glasses. Each of the ladies took a glass of champagne and then looked at me. Jill gave me the wine glass with my cum inside and asked me if I wanted a champagne mixer or if I’d like it straight up. I couldn’t believe what they wanted me to do. It was bad enough what just happened; now they wanted me to drink it too. I just held the glass, my hands shaking, and looked at the sticky fluid not knowing what to say. Then Jill said, "Here, have some champagne with it, it will be easier that way." She filled my glass with champagne. The cum swirled around in the glass and bubbles began to form on it. "OK everybody, a toast to Keith, the life of our party and many more parties to cum." Everyone laughed and sipped from their glass. I looked at mine, knowing what I had to do. I figured I could drink it slowly and drag out my torment, or I could drink it quickly and get it over with. I put the glass to my lips and sipped some in. The taste of the champagne overpowered the taste of the sperm, so all that was left was the slimy feeling as it made its way down my throat. The girls started chanting "chug, chug…" so I gulped down mouthful after mouthful until it was all gone. After the toast the ladies wanted to know more about me. We all sat around, I sat between two of them on the couch and they all asked their questions…What did I do for a living? Did I have a girlfriend? Where was I from? All the usual types of things. Hours passed by quickly. When one bottle of champagne ran out, I was asked to open another from the refrigerator. They all enjoyed having a naked man for a waiter, jumping up to serve them, filling their glasses whenever empty. I must have been enjoying it too since my cock was once again sticking straight out and bouncing up and down with every step I took. Jill snapped more pictures with her camera—a glass being filled by me with my cock pointing upward, me prancing around the room naked, and me sitting on the couch with the other ladies. Since my forced "milking" gave me no satisfaction whatsoever and the champagne was taking effect, it didn’t take long before I was desperate for more action. The girls could tell too, they each took turns giving me a stroke or two just to get me going. Before long I couldn’t wait anymore, so I took hold of my cock and began to slowly pump it. I was encouraged to continue, so I kept pumping faster and faster. They told me to lie down on the floor so I didn’t stain the furniture, and when I lied down they all sat in a circle around me. No one touched me, I was told to do this one all by myself. I fell into my usual method of pumping my cock with my right hand and rubbing my tits with my left hand. I looked around from girl to girl and all eyes were all watching me intently. I loved the attention and could feel the moment approaching. As I passed my threshold, I could feel my balls tighten and then release. My body spasmed over and over but only a drop or two of cum escaped from my penis. Jill explained that my milking must have drained my balls and that I had only a little bit left—now I was completely out. My balls were sore from being pumped dry and I was tired from my orgasm and the champagne. Someone told me to take a nap so I closed my eyes and drifted off to sleep. I woke up in the same place on the floor, but all the women were gone now except for Jill. She explained how I slept for hours and the party was now over. She said the ladies enjoyed sitting around me while I slept and they talked about me and occasionally played with my body. She said everybody had a good time. I saw my clothes in a pile on the floor next to me and started getting dressed. While I was dressing Jill said "We want to have these parties on a weekly basis. Would you be interested in performing for us again? We have plenty of pictures to remember you by from this party but it would still be fun to do it live again. Of course if you decide not to join us, I’m sure we could find some ladies from your office that would like to join us and see the pictures too. We could even setup a web site so you could share them with the whole world." I finished dressing and agreed that I’d come to their next party. "Jill said, "Great, we’ll see you next Tuesday, same time, same place." I escaped from Jill’s apartment and went across the hall to mine. Once I was safely locked inside, I thought about the last six hours and couldn’t help but wonder if I’d ever be able to enjoy normal sex again.

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