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“Strip.”
“Whaat?”
“Disrobe.”
“Is this a joke?”
“Lady, take off your clothes.”
“Why would I do that?”
“You’re here, aren’t you?”
“So what?”
“You want to see the owners?”
“I am here on official business. Not to reveal myself to a leach like you.”
“Official or not, you’re overdressed.”
“I demand to see the owners.”
“You have to go through that door to see them and only textile-free people are allowed.”
“What kind of establishment is this? A whorehouse?”
“A nudist resort.”
“Oh, fuck.”
“A swinger nudist resort.”
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.”
“Yeah, that’s about it.”
That’s what you get when you’re too eager to get that promised promotion. Jump in where only idiots like me would go. I jumped in and now I had to strip naked, for all to see my tits and lady landscape.
Not without a fight.
“You go first.” I wanted to see if he’s legit. And before I could say ‘Joseph Rogers,’ the leach was naked as Michelangelo’s David, but better endowed, much better and bigger. As I stared at his member, I saw it twitched a little.
“Now, your turn.”
Looking for a way out of this dilemma and not my clothes, I saw behind Mr. Big Dick's desk, bookshelves filled with books on nature, permaculture and ecopsychology. There were four lounge chairs, a coffee table on a rug and a huge picture of an elephant against the opposite wall. Dicky was blocking my escape route to the door.
I sucked up all the air I could to get more courage. I slowly started to unbutton my jacket. I tried to be very seductive, but only managed to get a sympathetic smile from the lecher. As I started with my blouse’s buttons, I knew I would not get anymore reaction from him. My conservative white cotton bra and panties were as sexy as a smelly wet dog in summer. I turned my back on him and faster than Superman in a phonebooth, stripped away all the protective layers of society. I folded my clothes neatly and put them on the chair below the elephant. Covering my two ladies and cooch with my arms and hands, I turned to face the laughing Adonis.
“You better take off those high heels. Put these sandals on.” He held a pair of homemade sandals with a bigger, torturous smile on his handsome face. I had to reveal my privates to take the sandals and untie the straps of my R2000 or $100 heels. Bending forward, my tits swung free, giving him an eyeful. But most of all, his cock was in my face. Pretending to struggle to untie the straps, I took a good look at his beautiful uncut appendage. From behind the foreskin, a small slit eye peeked at me. As my gaze travelled up his shaft, I saw a vein snaking around to disappear into his shaved groin. Stepping off my heels, I blew hot air onto his cock. My eyes involuntarily grew larger to take in his growing member.
He gave a small step forward, pushing his cock closer to my mouth. Straightening, with my heels in one hand and with the other I pushed his hot erection down only let it snap back onto his lower belly. He gave an involuntary grunt.
“I am ready to meet the owners,” I said, my hands on my hips, naked except for the sandals.
“Joseph’s the name.” He held out his hand. “But you can call me Joe.”
“Mary.” His handshake was warm and firm.
All I could think about was his cock burning in my hand. What was happening to me? I was never this forward and never so naked in the presence of a stranger. It seems as if I lost more than my clothes. Closing my eyes and extracting my hand from his grip, I stepped back. I had to get my shit together. Otherwise, I would never be able to negotiate the deal. But my body was betraying me. I could feel my pussy tingling and slowly letting out moisture.
“Where can I find the owners?”
Moments later, I was sitting naked behind Joe on his dirt bike, clinging for dear life. My breasts pressed against his bare back, my arms around his waist and my pussy getting a workout on the seat as we charged down an uneven rocky path. At first, the trees adjacent to the road were just a blur of green and brown. After a few bumpy minutes, now thoroughly wet, I relaxed to take in the scenery flashing by. The wind tossed my short black hair and I could smell the clean fresh air of nature.
As Joe slowed down around sharp bend, I could identify a few trees. How could one ever forget the huge Sycomore fig tree with its thick intertwined trunk and spread branches? The smaller Sickle bush, with its yellow and pink flowers looking like Chinese lanterns, stood out amongst the giants. As we came down on a straight smoother path, I saw two tall fever trees flanking the gate. Their yellow-green bark stood out among the darker surrounding trees.
How could I identify the trees or even remember their names? I was a city girl.
Before I could ponder this further, we entered a different world. The village opened up into a cosy Bushveld scene with a big rondavel (“a circular dwelling with a conical roof”) on the left and the other rondavels spread out between the trees. Next to the rondavels were small patches of vegetable gardens and solar panels soaking up the midday sun. Each rondavel had a water harvesting system attached.
Joe parked his dirt bike next to the big rondavel, marked OFFICE, forcing me to get off. Looking down, I saw the wet patch my naughty pussy left behind and sent up a silent prayer to Goddess to blind Joseph to my arousal. If She wouldn’t help, I had to do something. I stood on the pedals and leaned forward, rubbing my nipples against his back. My hands found their way to his erection, resuscitating it.
I quickly jumped off, thanking him for the ride and stormed towards the office.
“Not so fast, little lady,” Joe called me back. “We have to walk to the communal hall. No vehicles allowed on the main road.” He got off without looking at my territorial marking on the seat of his bike. Phew. But I didn’t miss Joseph’s cock, swinging between his legs.
“Where’s everybody?” I asked, as we walked towards the hall.
“Having lunch, I suppose. You’ll see.”
The short distance to the community hall turned into a valley of dread for me. I was naked, walking beside a naked hunk, with his long easy strides as if he belonged to this world. I wanted my heels and business suit back in our airconditioned Sandton offices. The heat was oppressive, my white skin turning red and my wet hair clung like a wet rag to my head. I could never face anyone in this state.
All the while Joe talked about their self-sustaining ecovillage, producing their own food and generating an income from various self-made articles they sell in town.
“Very impressive, but is there a place where I can freshen up?”
“We can use this open shower,” he said, pointing to a makeshift shower against a stone wall. Fortunately, the shower was in the shade. Joe took off his sandals, opened the shower tap and stepped under the cascading water.
“Come join me.”
I wanted to cry. Things were getting worst. Not only was I naked but now I had to share a shower with a man with a beautiful cock. Would he take advantage of my vulnerability or would my body betray me again and jump onto his cock?
Taking my time, I removed my sandals and stepped under the cool water next to Joe. The cold water hit the air from my body. He grabbed me, took me into his arms and kissed me softly on my mouth. I could feel his growing erection against my legs.
“Don’t worry, little lady. He’s just pleased to be close to you. He will not bite or enter you now. Maybe later.”
The cold water and Joe’s presence helped me regain some composure. Shaking myself dry, I put on my sandals and together we enter a huge thatch roof lapa. Adjusting my eyes to the sudden difference in visibility, I saw a kitchen area on the right and 15 tables scattered before me. Nobody was there.
“Where are the owners? And the nudists?” I looked around at the empty tables, waiting for Joseph to answer.
“Let’s eat first.”
After lunch and three glasses of wine later, Joe put a calloused hand high up on my naked thigh.
“What are your intentions, sir?” I asked closing my legs, trapping his hand between my thighs.
“I want to pleasure you, like you’ve never experienced before.” Great answer but not the one I wanted. I needed to speak with the owners. But Joe’s hand slipped higher up my legs till I could feel the heat at the entrance of my pussy. My body betrayed me yet again as my pussy opened to let a finger into my wet slit. Before my resistance crumbled completely, I leaned forward, grabbed his cock and squeezed.
“Where are the owners?” I squeezed harder and slowly moved my hand up and down his shaft.
“They told me to keep you occupied till they’re back.”
“For the last time: Where did they go?” I gave another squeeze and began stroking his erection with more urgency. My face was inches away from his face and I could feel his breath on my lips.
“They went to see their lawyer in town and will be back at four,” he whispered.
I moved back and let my legs open to allow Joe’s fingers to rub and pleasure my clit. I absent-mindedly continued to stroke his dick, but without the squeeze. Hopefully, the owners were preparing to talk business. As soon as our business was completed, I could go back to civilization and cover up.
My mind was someplace else, but my body responded to Joe’s stimulation and I could feel the heat coming from his dick. A sudden jerk from my legs pulled my wandering mind back to the moment. An orgasm was building between my legs and my pussy wanted all my focus on her. It has been ages since someone else was responsible for my pleasure. Usually, it was only my hand and my battery-operated boyfriend doing all the work.
Joe’s fingers suddenly left my pussy and I screamed: “No, no. Don’t stop.”
Joe picked me up and slowly let me down on the table. He splayed my legs open, pulled up a chair and took a long look at my aching pussy. I wanted to close my legs, prohibiting him from seeing my lady landscape. I was ashamed, humiliated even. Clasping my hand over my mound I slowly sat up, resting on my other elbow.
“No, please.”
Joe kissed the top of my hand covering my pussy. “Don’t be afraid.” Then he planted small, wet kisses on my inner thighs, nibbling as he moved closer to my covered pussy. Taking my hand in his, he moved it up to my belly. He settled back and took another look at my pussy. I wanted to hide myself, to disappear from his gaze.
He kissed my pussy with soft lips and whispered, barely audible: “You are beautiful. Thank you for allowing me to admire you.” Looking down at him, I saw Joe wasn’t talking to me but to my pussy. She came alive, I felt her response deep into my soul. My legs relaxed, splayed open to allow Joe to continue with his worshipping of my vulva.
Instead of zooming in on my slit, he licked and kissed the outer lips, moving up to brush his tongue lightly over my engorged clit and then moved down the other side. At the bottom of the valley, at the entrance of my sacred cave, Joe slightly parted my lips with his tongue and slowly moved up the valley. I could feel the tip of his tongue moving up and down my slit, stopping only for a second or two to pleasure my clit. After a few minutes of this action, Joe flattened his tongue to part my nether lips even more.
I could feel my pussy gushing her sacred nectar to ready herself for Joe’s cock. But instead of his cock, Joseph rolled his tongue like straw and drank from my pussy. My world turned upside down when he crawled up between my legs and over my body to insert my pussy juice into my mouth, using his rolled-up tongue to deposit my secretions. This was the first time I ever tasted myself. It was as if I was given Getafix’s magic potion and with his beautiful dick waiting for an invitation at the entrance of my pussy, the need was just too great.
“Jesus, Joseph, fuck me now.” I could feel the head of his cock at the entrance of my pussy when he suddenly pulled it out.
“I have to introduce you to the others,” he said, holding out his hand to me. I didn’t want his hand; I wanted his dick inside me. My only response was to close my legs and cover my burning face with both hands. I threw myself at him and he rejected me. I was such a slut. And ashamed.
I followed Joseph out the hall towards a splashing noise with lots of laughter. My shoulders slumped forward and I had to drag my legs into action. This deal was too important to let such a humiliation stop me from that promotion. I had to shake off this rejection.
The splashing and giggling sound turned into sounds of passion. And into flesh-on-flesh slapping sounds. I followed Joe through two buildings to an open area with a large swimming pool. The five naked couples on the green lawn next to the pool and in different sexual positions blinded me for a moment and I bumped into Joe. Two couples were doing it doggy style, a man was eating a woman’s pussy, a woman gave a man a blowjob and a busty woman was riding a man reverse cowgirl style. Joe put his arm around me and called everyone’s attention.
“Naked ladies and gentlemen, fornicators and swappers; Your attention, please. This is Mary M and she is our guest. Please make her feel at home. Boss’s orders.”
“Hi,” I said feebly, lifting my right arm. They froze in mid-fuck, waiting for him to continue.
“She doesn’t know,” said Joseph beside me.
I sensed something changed in their attitudes. Cowgirl got off her man and walked towards me, smiling. “In that case,” said Cowgirl. “We need to educate her in our way of life.”
She was a beautiful forty-something busty woman who sauntered towards me like a leopard on the hunt. Her full breasts swung to-and-fro, mesmerising me with those well-tanned boobs. Her blond hair was tied in a ponytail behind her head.
“My name is Alexa,” she whispered as she took my face into her soft hands, kissing me on my lips. “Welcome to our corner of Paradise.”
“Get some lotion. The poor girl has been in the sun without sunscreen,” said someone behind me. Suddenly, all the people who were fucking a few moments ago, rushed to applied cream on my naked body. While they tended to my needs, they introduced themselves. Two ladies, Susan and Nancy, used their bodies to rub the cream into my skin. Strong hands moved up and down my legs, stopping at my pussy. Alexa took the time to add a soft moisturiser to my face. She moved away to make room for a man, Bill, to insert his cock between my legs and another man, Eric, doing it from behind. Never had I experienced so many hands, tits and cocks touching my naked body. My nipples were erect, and my pussy flooded with arousal.
“Thank you,” was the only words I could muster. I closed my eyes to fully experience this overload of sensations. Every inch of my body tingled, the sweet aroma of the different lotions filled my nostrils, and the soft afternoon breeze caressed my body. I started to believe these people opened the gates of Paradise for me.
“You are beautiful,” said someone. I opened my eyes to see who admired my pussy. This time, it was Alexa, looking me in the eyes. She took my hand and laid me on a large soft blanket and started to kiss me. First on my lips, then she nibbled my ears, planting soft kisses on my breasts, down to my navel. A man sucked on my one nipple and another licked and bit on the other nipple. Lost in the sensations, I failed to see Cynthia lowering herself and her pussy to my face. For the first time in my life, I saw another pussy up close and personal. I lifted my head to meet the descending pussy. My tongue slipped into her wet slit. Inhaling her aroused fragrance, I started to flick my tongue over her protruding clit.
Alexa reached my pussy and when she sucked on my lips, I did the same with the pussy lips above me. But when Alexa inserted two fingers into my cunt, I found my hands filled with two cocks. I stuck my tongue into the pussy above me and moved my hands up and down the two shafts. I didn’t know I was able to multitask like this. My boss would be so proud.
My boss. Oh fuck. I had a job to do and this wasn’t part of the plan. I wasn’t supposed to get involved. I had to deliver the bad news and now these people pleasured me as if it mattered. I wanted to get up and put a stop to this orgy. But then Alexa said the magic words: “Make love to her, Joe.”
I could feel his cockhead resting at the entrance of my paradise. The pussy above me disappeared and my hands were empty again. I rested on my elbows to look at Joe. “Do you need another invitation?” I asked. This time, I needed him inside me. Circling my legs around his waist, I pulled my feet towards me and forced his cock inside me.
“Oh Goddess, Joe, please fuck me like you mean it.” He filled me up and slowly moved in and out. I was so wet I could accommodate his big cock with little resistance. Wanting more friction, I squeezed my pussy muscles together, adding more pressure on his dick.
“Holy fuck,” screamed Joe. “She’s milking my cock.”
“Where are Graig and Tom with their lovely dicks I had in my hands moments ago? I’m not finished yet.” Someone pushed cushions beneath my butt and head. Graig and Tom, both in their early forties, presented their erections to my face. Grabbing both, I took one in my mouth and the other pumped up and down. Then swapped them around a few times. To finish off I rubbed their cocks together and licked the tips of their heads.
Then it hit me. I am not used to this kind of depravity. Or is it caring, making love? But when Linda’s hand and fingers rubbed my clit while Joe was still inside me, I lost it. A tsunami of an orgasm started deep inside me, shaking me as it moved down to my legs, up my spine to hit me in the head. The two men spew their cum into my mouth and on each other’s cocks. I swallowed all I could before I collapsed on the cushions. I hoped Joseph came.
All thoughts drifted away, leaving me with a blissful sensation, as if I was floating.
An hour later, when consciousness returned, I was on a double bed in a cosy rondavel, smelling fresh. Looking around, I saw all my stuff next to a cupboard. Looking out the window, I saw my car parked outside. Joe must’ve brought it here.
What have I done? Were these people for real? I saw their neat little homes; their gardens and I experienced their care. And lovemaking. I knew something about swinging and heard the word polyamory, but to live it 24/7? I had the power to close their paradise down. Decision time. I fished out my mobile phone and call my boss.
Afterwards, I dressed in a pair of blue jeans and a white t-shirt, packed my bags and loaded into the boot of the car. I found everyone sitting in the lapa with sombre faces.
“I came to say goodbye. Thank you for your hospitality and I enjoyed making love to you.” Feeling tears welling up in my eyes I struggled with the right words. “I will never forget you.”
Graig stood up. “We heard what you did.”
“Who told you?”
“We did.” A naked woman and a man in their fifties, looking very familiar, came out of the kitchen. “Your boss called and told us everything, what you were supposed to do and what you did instead.”
“Who are you?”
“Phillip and Elizabeth Michaels. But you can call us Phil and Liz,” said Liz.
“But I’m Michaels.”
“Your grandparents, my mother and father, took you away from us fifteen years ago as they did not approve of our lifestyle. You grew up here,” said Phil, choking. After a moment to gather himself, he continued: “We missed you so much.”
Absorbing this news, my chest collapsed, I couldn’t breathe. I wanted to scream, to shout, to get rid of all the anger of not knowing my parents when I needed them. “Was it too much to ask for you to wear clothes for the sake of your daughter?”
“We did, “said Liz. “But they disowned us and got a court order that we were never to see you again.” I saw the tears in their eyes. “We never meant to hurt you, only to love you.”
My heart broke. After all these years, I finally found my true heritage again. I hugged them for the first time since I was ten.
“What are you going to do now?” asked Joe. “Seeing that you lost your job.”
“I’ll have to find a place to squat.” (*)
Then Phil produced a document and showed it to me. I couldn’t read it as tears blurred my vision. “What does it say?”
“You are the new owner of this establishment, of Poly Paradise Ecovillage,” said Mom. “But, my dear, you’re overdressed. Strip.”
(*) A note to readers: In South Africa, many people live in shacks in an area that is called a squatter camp.
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