The Night Jessica and Her Friends Got to See Petey's Peter

 I'm glad to say I'm really on a roll here as I have been writing a lot of these lately but I have another story for you tonight and it's a pure CFNM story this time involving another clever woman tricking a guy into getting naked and then inviting her friends to enjoy in all of the fun at his expense in an office setting. So I hope you enjoyed this story of naked male embarrassment!

The Night Jessica and Her Friends Got to See Petey's Peter
Petey's eyes remained glued to the flickering computer screen, the glow casting a pale hue over the office that was otherwise swallowed by the dark outside. His mind, however, was a tumultuous storm of thoughts, swirling and crashing against the shore of his concentration. Jessica, with her vibrant laughter and the smell of her minty shampoo, had become the sole focus of his attention. She sat across from him, her fingers dancing over her keyboard as she worked. Her hair, a cascade of chestnut waves, caught the artificial light in a way that made him forget about the numbers and spreadsheets.
    "We did it, Petey!" Jessica's voice cut through the quiet like a knife, jolting him back to reality. "We're ahead of schedule. You know what that means, right?" She flashed a playful smile, her eyes sparkling with mischief.
    Petey blinked, trying to process her words. "It...it means we get to go home early?" He stuttered slightly, his heart racing. He had been dreaming of this moment for weeks, but now that it was here, he was paralyzed by a sudden fear of the unknown.
    "Better than that," she said, leaning back in her chair. "It means we both have tomorrow off. And what's the point of finishing early if we don't celebrate a little?" She winked at him, her tone playful.
    He looked at her, his pulse quickening. Was she...? No, she couldn't be. But then again, maybe she was. "What do you have in mind?" He managed to croak out, his voice barely audible over the hum of the office's air conditioner.
    Jessica leaned forward, her voice dropping to a whisper that seemed to echo in the deserted room. "How about you stay for the evening? We can order some takeout, maybe watch a movie."
    Petey felt his stomach flip. This was it. The opportunity he had been waiting for. But his nerves had other plans. He nodded, trying to play it cool, hoping she couldn't hear the excitement in his voice. "Sure, that sounds...that sounds great."
    As they cleared their desks, the tension grew, thick and palpable. Jessica's smile never wavered, but Petey's eyes kept darting to her, searching for any sign that this was more than just a friendly invitation. Was it the way she brushed a strand of hair behind her ear, or the way she lingered a little longer when their hands met as they handed over a stack of papers? Or was it all just wishful thinking?
    The office lights flickered off, and they were plunged into darkness, save for the glow of the computer screens. "Looks like it's just us," Jessica said, her voice a soft purr in the quiet.
    Petey took a deep breath, trying to calm his racing thoughts. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice strained. "Looks like it."
    And with that, the night unfolded before them, a canvas of unspoken tension and the promise of a connection that could either bloom into something beautiful or shatter into a million awkward pieces.
    Jessica's smile grew wickedly as she leaned in closer. "I know you want to see me naked."
    Petey's eyes shot wide open, his heart hammering in his chest. "What?" he squeaked, his voice betraying his nervousness.
    "The email," she whispered, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "The one you sent to your friend."
    He felt his face flush, the heat spreading like wildfire. "How...how did you...?"
    "Let's just say I know how to read over someone's shoulder." She winked, her grin widening. "But don't worry, I'm not mad. I think it's a compliment, really."
    Petey's mind raced, trying to think of a way to backpedal out of the situation without falling face-first into a pool of embarrassment. "It was just a joke," he said, his voice shaking. "A terrible mistake. I didn't mean it like that."
    Jessica shook her head, her laughter a tinkling sound in the quiet office. "It's okay, Petey," she said, her voice soothing. "I get it."
    The air was thick with the scent of anticipation and the faint smell of their perfumed bodies. The hum of the air conditioner seemed to grow louder, as if the room was holding its breath.
    "But," she began, leaning even closer, her breath warm against his neck, "how about we play a little game?"
    Petey's stomach flipped again. "What...what kind of game?"
    Jessica smiles wickedly again as she takes out a coin and says, "Heads or tails, the loser spends the rest of the night naked." She flips the coin into the air, and it spins, catching the blue glow of the computer screens before landing with a soft clink on the desk. The room seems to hold its breath as they both lean in to see the outcome.
    "Heads," Petey whispers, his heart in his throat. He can't believe he's actually playing this game with her.
    "Tails," she says with a smirk. The coin lies there, tails up, staring back at him like a taunting devil's grin.
    "Well, I guess that means you're going to be spending the night au naturel," she teases, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
    He feels his face go redder than a beet, but he knows he can't back down now. He nods slowly, his throat tight with a mix of dread and exhilaration.
    Jessica squeals with delight when she realizes she won the coin toss and starts doing a little victory dance, snapping her fingers and shaking her ass in those tight little jeans that Petey realizes she won't be taking off. She's so close that he can almost feel the heat from her body, and he can't help but admire the way her hips sway as she moves.
    Her laughter fills the room, echoing off the cold, hard surfaces of the office furniture. "I can't believe you fell for that," she giggles, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "But if you want to go through with it..."
    Petey stammers, trying to form words that won't betray his arousal. "I-I don't think..."
    Jessica cuts him off with a wave of her hand. "Oh, come on, don't be such a party pooper," she teases. "It's just a bit of fun. Besides," she adds, her voice dropping to a seductive whisper, "I've seen you checking me out. Fair's fair, right?"
    Her words send a jolt through him, and he can't help but feel a twinge of excitement at the thought of her knowing his secret. He starts to unbutton his shirt, his trembling hands struggling with the simple task. Each button feels like it's taking an eternity to undo, but Jessica's eyes never leave him, her smile growing wider with every piece of clothing that hits the floor.
    As he kicks off his shoes and socks, he catches her eyeing his crotch. He tries to ignore it, but the bulge growing in his pants is hard to miss. "It looks like someone's happy to be seen by me," she purrs, and his cheeks burn brighter than ever.
    Petey can't believe he's doing this. He's never been one for games like this, but something about Jessica makes him feel like he can't say no. And now, standing before her in just his boxers, he feels a strange mix of embarrassment and anticipation. The cold air of the office is a stark contrast to the heat building in his body.
    "Your turn," he says, his voice barely above a whisper.
    Jessica's eyes light up, and she claps her hands together. "Oh, I'm not playing," she says, her smile widening even more. "I'm just here to watch."
    The realization hits him like a ton of bricks. This isn't a game for her; it's all for her entertainment. But as he looks into her eyes, he sees something else there - something darker, something hungry. And it's that look that sends a shiver down his spine, making him wonder what's really going to happen next.
    Jessica reaches forward, her nails grazing his waist as she deftly pulls down his pants. The fabric whispers against his skin, pooling around his ankles. He steps out of them, feeling more vulnerable than he ever has in his life. She tosses them to the other side of the room with a flick of her wrist, the fabric landing with a soft thud.
    Her laughter fills the space, echoing off the walls like a siren's call. She's enjoying this, and the power dynamics have shifted in a way that's both thrilling and terrifying. With his heart hammering in his chest, Petey watches as Jessica stands up, placing her hands on her hips. The office chair squeaks as it rocks backward from the sudden movement, the sound piercing the silence like a gunshot.
    The cold air of the office is a stark contrast to the heat of Jessica's gaze as it travels up and down his body, leaving a trail of goosebumps in its wake. She's not just laughing at him; she's savoring every moment, taking in the sight of his bare skin and the way his muscles tense with embarrassment.
    "Now, let's see what you've been hiding," she says, her voice low and sultry. She takes a step closer, closing the gap between them, and Petey feels his knees threaten to buckle. "I've been wondering about this for a while," she adds, her eyes dropping to his crotch.
    Petey's mind is racing, trying to come up with an escape plan, but his body seems to have other ideas. He's painfully aware of his erection, standing at attention as if it's saluting Jessica's audacity. He feels the blood rush to his face, his cheeks burning with a mix of shame and arousal.
    Jessica takes another step forward, and now they're almost touching. Her breath is warm on his chest, and he can feel the heat from her body. She reaches out a hand, her fingers brushing against his stomach before tracing the line of his boxer briefs. "You're not so shy now, are you?" she whispers, her eyes locked on his.
    The touch is electric, sending a shockwave through him that makes his whole body tense. He tries to speak, but all that comes out is a strangled sound. He can't believe this is happening, that she's actually touching him like this.
    "It's okay," she says, her voice a gentle caress. "You don't have to be shy with me." And with that, she hooks her fingers into the waistband of his underwear and pulls them down, leaving him completely exposed.
    The cool air of the office hits him, making him gasp. He's never felt so bare, so exposed, and yet, as Jessica's eyes rake over his body, he feels a strange sense of power. She's looking at him like he's the most desirable thing she's ever seen, and it's intoxicating.
    He's not sure what's happening, but he knows he doesn't want it to stop. He can feel his inhibitions slipping away, like a tightly wound coil unraveling. And as Jessica takes another step closer, her hand reaching out to stroke him, he knows that whatever happens next is going to change everything.
    But then, just as suddenly as it began, Jessica pulls away, her eyes flicking down to her phone. "Oh, sorry, I have to take this," she says, her voice a little too cheery.
    Petey feels his erection wilt a bit at the sudden change in mood, but he tries to play it cool, nodding as if he's not standing in front of his co-worker completely naked.
    He watches her as she strides over to the corner, her phone glued to her ear. But instead of listening to the call, she's furiously typing away, a smug smile playing on her lips. Her eyes are glued to the screen, her thumbs moving at lightning speed.
    He can't help but feel a twinge of jealousy, wondering who's on the other end of that message chain. But then he sees the look in her eyes, the way they glint with something dark and predatory. And he realizes that the call isn't what she's focused on at all. It's him. She's texting about him.
    Jessica laughs into the phone, the sound echoing through the empty office. It's a fake laugh, one that's practiced and perfected for the business calls they're used to making. But her eyes never leave Petey, and the smirk on her face is anything but professional.
    Finally, she ends the call and turns back to him, her eyes still gleaming with mischief. "Now, where were we?" she says, sauntering back over to him.
    Petey's mind races as he tries to process the situation. What's going on? Why is she texting about this? And who is she sharing this with? But before he can ask, she's on him again, her hands running over his bare skin like a lover's touch.
    The heat of her palms against his chest sends a shiver down his spine, and his body responds despite his confusion. He feels himself getting hard again, his heart racing with a mix of excitement and dread.
    "You're so beautiful," she murmurs, her breath hot against his neck. "I can't wait to see what else you're hiding."
    And with that, she pushes him back onto the desk, her mouth finding his in a hungry kiss that leaves him breathless. Her hands are everywhere, exploring his body with a confidence that's both thrilling and terrifying.
    But as her teeth graze his bottom lip, he can't help but think about that phone call, about the smug look on her face as she typed away. He wonders if this is really about them, or if he's just a pawn in some sick game she's playing for someone else's amusement.
    And yet, as her hands wrap around him and her tongue darts into his mouth, he can't bring himself to care. All that matters is the feeling of her body against his, the taste of her lips, and the promise of the night to come.
    But Jessica isn't content to let him get lost in the moment. She pulls back, a glint in her eye. "You're so ticklish," she giggles, running her nails down his side again. He yelps, his body jerking in surprise.
    "Stop," he gasps, laughing despite the sting of her nails. "You're going to make me lose it."
    "Lose what?" she asks, her smile turning wicked. "Your cool? Or your... other thing?" She traces her finger along the length of his erection, watching him squirm.
    "Both," he admits, his voice strained. "Please, Jessica."
    Her eyes spark with excitement, and she leans in, whispering in his ear. "But I'm just getting started," she says, her breath hot against his skin. "I want to see how far I can push you."
    And with that, she starts to tickle him in earnest, her nails dancing across his ribs and stomach, sending him into fits of laughter and squirms. His cock jumps in response, bobbing between them like a pendulum.
    "You like this, don't you?" she murmurs, her voice a seductive purr. "You like feeling vulnerable."
    Petey can't deny it. There's something about her touch, something about the way she's looking at him, that makes him feel alive in a way he never has before. "Yeah," he gasps out, his laughter turning into moans. "I do."
    Jessica's smile widens, and she presses her body against his, her breasts pressing against his chest. "Good," she says, her voice a whisper. "Because I've got a lot more in store for you."
    The next few minutes are a whirlwind of sensation as she continues to tease him, her nails moving lower and lower. He tries to push her hands away, but she's too fast, and his protests only make her laugh harder.
    He's on the edge, his body tight with need, when she finally stops, her hand resting just above his cock. "Are you ready for the next part?" she asks, her voice a soft caress.
    Petey nods, his chest heaving with anticipation. "Yes," he says, his voice strained. "I'm ready."
    But Jessica just shakes her head, a wicked smile playing on her lips. "Not yet," she says, her eyes gleaming. "I think you need to cool down a little more."
    With that, she perches herself on the edge of her desk, her legs swinging freely as she looks him up and down. She takes a moment to appreciate the sight of him, naked and exposed, her eyes lingering on his erection. It's clear she's enjoying every second of this power play.
    He stands there, feeling the cool air against his skin, his body taut with anticipation. He can't believe he's letting her do this to him, but he also can't deny the thrill of it all. Her eyes are a storm of desire and power, and he's the ship caught in the middle, unable to resist her siren's call.
    "Just stand there," she instructs, her tone light but firm. "Let me enjoy the view."
    Petey does as he's told, his legs feeling like jelly as he tries to keep himself upright. Jessica kicks off her shoes, letting her feet dangle, and leans back, her eyes never leaving his body. She looks like a queen surveying her conquest, and he can't help but feel a strange mix of fear and arousal at the sight of her.
    Her smile never fades as she scans him, her eyes lingering on his cock, which is now standing at full attention. He feels like a piece of art under her scrutiny, every inch of him exposed and critiqued.
    After what feels like an eternity, she finally speaks. "Alright, I think you've had enough of a break," she says, her voice a sultry purr. "Now, let's see what else we can do."
    The tension in the room is palpable as she slides off the desk, her movements smooth and predatory. She circles him like a cat eyeing a trapped mouse, her eyes gleaming with excitement.
    "Turn around," she orders, her voice firm.
    Petey's heart is racing as he does as he's told, his back now to her. He feels her breath on his neck, her warmth against his bare skin. "Spread your legs," she whispers, and he obeys, his muscles tightening with anticipation.
    He can feel her hand moving closer, her fingertips brushing against his inner thigh, sending a shiver up his spine. And then she's there, her hand cupping his balls, her grip firm but not painful.
    "You're so obedient," she murmurs, her breath tickling his ear. "I like that."
    He groans, his hips pushing back into her touch. It's all he can do not to come right there, her hand feels so good.
    Jessica laughs softly, enjoying his reaction. "Not yet," she says, her voice a warning. "We've got all night."
    And with that, she starts to stroke him, her movements slow and deliberate. Petey's eyes roll back in his head as he gives himself over to the feeling, his body responding to her every touch.
    Her hand is like a skilled artist, painting a picture of pleasure across his flesh. And as she tightens her grip, her nails digging gently into his skin, he knows that he's in for a wild ride.
    But just when he thinks he can't take it anymore, she stops, leaving him trembling and needy. "You're so eager," she says, her voice filled with amusement. "But patience is a virtue, Petey."
    He turns to face her, his eyes pleading. "Jessica, please," he whispers.
    But she just shakes her head, that wicked smile still playing on her lips. "Not yet," she repeats. "First, I want to make sure you're ready for what's to come."
    And with that, she takes a step back, her eyes never leaving his. "Now, let's get that takeout," she says, her voice light and airy. "We wouldn't want to ruin our appetites, would we?"
    Petey can't help but feel a mix of relief and frustration. He's so close to the edge, and she's just toying with him. 
    Jessica saunters to the door, her hips swaying with every step. He watches, transfixed, as she opens it to reveal a group of women from their office, all of them grinning widely. His eyes widen in shock and horror as they all burst out laughing, pointing at him.
    He tries to dive behind the desk, but it's too late. They've seen him, naked and vulnerable, his erection standing tall and proud. The humiliation is complete.
    "Oh, Petey," one of them says, holding her sides as she laughs so hard she's practically crying. "You should have seen your face."
    The others join in, a chorus of laughter that fills the room and echoes in his ears. He feels like he's going to die of embarrassment.
    Jessica winks at him over her shoulder, her smile wicked. "Looks like we have company," she says, stepping aside to let the women in.
    They're all holding containers of Chinese food, the delicious smells wafting through the room. It's a stark contrast to the cold, clinical scent of the office.
    The women file in, setting the food on the conference table with a clatter of plates and silverware. They're all dressed casually, in jeans and t-shirts, their hair down and makeup minimal. It's a stark contrast to their usual professional attire.
    One of them, a blonde he's never seen before, winks at him as she sets down a carton of egg rolls. "Don't worry, we're not here to judge," she says, her voice a seductive purr. "We're here to celebrate."
    Petey can't believe this is happening. He's naked in the office with a bunch of women, and they're all laughing at him. But as he looks closer, he sees the glint in their eyes, the way their gazes linger on his body.
    Maybe this isn't just a game for Jessica. Maybe it's for all of them.
    He watches as Jessica takes charge, handing out food and drinks like a gracious hostess. She's in her element, basking in the attention.
    And as the laughter and chatter fill the room, he feels his cock start to wilt. The thrill of the moment has been replaced by the cold reality of his situation.
    He's the center of attention, the entertainment for the evening. And as much as he wants to hide, to run away and never come back, he can't. Not when Jessica's hand grazes his thigh, her fingers warm against his skin.
    "Don't be shy," she whispers, her breath tickling his ear. "This is going to be fun."
    And with that, she pulls him to his feet, leading him over to the table. The women part like the Red Sea, making a path for him to sit.
    He does as he's told, feeling the cold wood of the chair against his bare ass. They all stare at him, their eyes hungry, and he can't help but feel a little thrill of excitement. Maybe this isn't going to be so bad after all.
    As they dig into the food, the conversation turns to office gossip and stories of past escapades. Jessica feeds him a bite of lo mein, her eyes never leaving his mouth.
    He chews slowly, the taste of soy sauce and noodles mixing with the bitter taste of his own embarrassment. But as the night goes on, something strange happens.
    He starts to relax, to enjoy the company of these women who are so clearly enjoying his. And when one of them, a brunette with a mischievous smile, reaches over and traces her finger along his thigh, he doesn't flinch.
    Maybe this is what he's been missing all along. Maybe this is the connection he's been craving.
    And as the wine flows and the laughter gets louder, he can't help but wonder what the next part of the night will hold.
    But the longer he sits there, the more uncomfortable he becomes. His bladder is full, and the pressure is becoming unbearable. He glances at Jessica, who seems to read his mind.
    "Oh, you poor thing," she says with mock concern. "Looks like you've got to go."
    He nods, his cheeks flushing. "Could I have some privacy?" he asks, his voice small.
    Jessica's smile turns into a wicked grin. "I don't think that was part of the deal," she says, her eyes sparkling.
    The other women laugh, their gazes on him like predators watching their prey. Panic starts to set in as Jessica takes his hand and pulls him up. "Don't worry, we'll all just keep chatting out here," she says, her grip firm.
    Petey's legs feel like they might give out as he stumbles towards the bathroom, the women's laughter following him like a taunting echo. The door closes behind him with a thud, and he locks it, leaning against it for a moment to catch his breath.
    The bathroom is cold and sterile, a stark contrast to the warm, intimate office space. He tries to focus on the task at hand, but the knowledge that they're all out there, waiting for him, makes it impossible.
    He approaches the urinal, his heart racing. But as he tries to relieve himself, he finds that he can't go. The sound of the women's laughter is like a drumbeat in his ears, a constant reminder of his humiliation.
    Jessica's voice floats through the crack under the door. "I guess you're not going to go then," she says, her tone light and teasing.
    And that's when the dam breaks. The laughter outside turns into a crescendo, the women's voices blending together in a symphony of mockery.
    Petey's face burns as he tries to push down the urge to pee, his body betraying him. He can feel their eyes on him, even though they're not there. He's the punchline of some twisted joke, and he's the only one who isn't in on it.
    He tries to shake it off, to tell himself that it's all in good fun, but the feeling of exposure is too much. He's not used to being the center of attention, especially not like this.
    Finally, he gives up, and goes to zip up his pants until he remembered that Jessica took his pants away. He takes a deep breath and opens the door, stepping out into the sea of female laughter.
    Jessica is the first to notice him, her eyes dancing with amusement. "Looks like our little game got to you," she says, her voice a siren's song. "Maybe next time you'll be more prepared."
    The other women snicker, and he can't help but feel like a fool. He grabs his clothes, his heart racing as he pulls them on.
    "What's the rush?" Jessica asks, pouting. "We're just getting started."
    But Petey knows his limit. He can't handle any more of this, not tonight. "I think I've had enough," he says, his voice firm.
    "I think that our deal was that you would stay naked for the rest of the night and the night has only just begun," Jessica says that she grabs his clothing back and locks it in the desk and smiles and Petey realizes that there is no escape from this situation.
    So, he takes a deep breath and tries to compose himself. He starts to walk around the office, trying to act as nonchalant as possible, his bare skin prickling with every set of eyes that land on him. The women continue their conversation, but it's clear that they're all aware of his presence, glancing his way and smiling every so often. It's a strange dance of power dynamics, and Petey feels like he's the one leading it, even though he's the one with the least control.
    As he passes by Jessica's desk, she winks at him and waves with a smirk, and he can't help but feel a mix of embarrassment and excitement. His cock, now a little less hard, still stands out, a stark reminder of his vulnerability. The other women follow suit, each giving him a little nod or a playful smile, and he returns the gesture, his cheeks burning but his step a little less forced.
    The conversation shifts to work, but every so often, someone makes a comment about his nudity, and the room erupts in laughter again. Each time, he feels his face flush hotter than the sun, but his body responds with a thrill that's hard to ignore. It's like he's in a dream where everyone knows his most private thoughts, and instead of running away, he's just... living in it.
    The air in the office feels charged with something electric, something that's not quite fear but definitely not comfort either. It's a thrill that makes his heart race and his palms sweat. And as the women go on about deadlines and office drama, their eyes keep flicking back to him, their smiles never quite leaving their faces.
    Petey's mind is racing, trying to find a way out of this situation without losing face. He's not sure if he can take much more of this, but at the same time, there's something about the way they look at him that makes him feel alive.
    He pours himself a glass of water, trying to ignore the way his erection bobs with every move he makes. The cold liquid feels like a lifeline in the desert of his embarrassment, and he takes a sip, the condensation on the glass leaving a trail of wetness on his trembling hand.
    Jessica watches him, her gaze lingering on his cock before meeting his eyes. "You're doing so well," she says, her voice a purr that makes him want to both cover up and strut around the room like a peacock. "But remember, the night is still young."
    The words hang in the air like a promise, a threat, and Petey can't help but wonder what else she has planned. But for now, all he can do is smile and wave back, trying to play the part of the good sport while inwardly dying of embarrassment and arousal.
    The conversation drifts, and the women start to pack up the empty containers, the sound of their laughter and chatter mixing with the clinking of plastic and silverware. Jessica stands, her movements graceful and predatory as she approaches him.
    "Looks like the night's winding down," she says, her eyes flicking to his crotch. "But before you go, we need to take care of that little problem of yours."
    Petey's bladder feels like it's about to burst, and his cock is still at full attention, begging for relief. He nods, his cheeks red as she takes his hand and leads him back to the bathroom. The women follow, their laughter growing louder as they crowd around the door.
    Jessica opens the door and gestures for him to go in, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "Don't worry," she says. "We'll wait out here."
    Petey's heart races as he steps into the bathroom, the cold tile floor sending a jolt of reality through his body. He locks the door and looks around, wondering if there's any way out of this.
    But before he can do anything, he feels a hand on his shoulder, and he jumps. It's Jessica, her smile wicked. She's unlocked the door and snuck in behind him.
    "Looks like you need some help," she says, her voice low and seductive. And without waiting for his response, she reaches down and grabs his cock firmly.
    He gasps, his body reacting before his brain can catch up. It's been so long since anyone has touched him like this, especially someone he's had a crush on for so long. He feels his knees weaken as she starts to stroke him, her grip sure and steady.
    The pressure in his bladder is almost unbearable now, but his body is too focused on the pleasure to let him go. He tries to tell her to stop, to let him pee, but all that comes out is a strangled moan.
    And then, just when he thinks he can't take it anymore, it happens. He comes, his release hot and messy, spurting all over Jessica's hand and the front of his shirt.
    The women outside cheer, their laughter echoing through the bathroom like a taunting chant. Jessica pulls her hand away, her smile turning into a grin as she looks at the mess she's made.
    "Well," she says, her voice filled with satisfaction. "That was unexpected."
    Petey feels his face go up in flames as he realizes what he's just done. He tries to apologize, but the words are stuck in his throat, choked by his own humiliation.
    "Don't worry about it," she says, wiping her hand on a wad of toilet paper. "It's all part of the fun."
    And with that, she opens the door and gestures for the others to come in. They crowd around him, their eyes wide with excitement, and before he knows it, they're all touching him, their hands and laughter a blur of sensation.
    He tries to push them away, to cover up, but it's no use. He's their plaything now, their entertainment for the evening.
    "Okay, okay," Jessica says, finally. "Let's get a picture before he goes."
    They all crowd around him, their faces a mix of amusement and lust. Petey feels his cock start to soften, the reality of what's happening finally setting in. He nods, his body trembling with a mix of fear and excitement.
    The flash goes off, and the room fills with their laughter as they snap the picture. He knows he'll never live this down, but in that moment, as they all lean in closer, he can't help but feel like he's part of something bigger, something wild and free.
    When they're done, Jessica takes his hand and leads him back to the office, her grip firm. "You can get dressed now," she says, her voice still holding a hint of a smirk. "But first, we need to commemorate this night."
    He nods, his legs shaking as he pulls his clothes back on. The women all pat him on the back, their laughter still ringing in his ears. And as he looks down at the photo on Jessica's phone, he can't help but feel like he's crossed a line.
    But as he walks out of the office into the cool night air, the memory of their laughter and touch lingering on his skin, he knows that there's no going back. Whatever happens next, he's changed, and the office will never be the same.
    The next day, the office is buzzing with gossip. Petey tries to keep his head down, avoiding eye contact with anyone who might have been at Jessica's party. But it's impossible to ignore the whispers and glances that follow him everywhere he goes.
    Jessica, on the other hand, struts around the office like she owns the place, her confidence at an all-time high. She winks at him as she passes by, the photo of his naked form on her phone screen saver a not-so-subtle reminder of the night before.
    And yet, as the days go by, something strange happens. The tension between them doesn't dissipate; instead, it morphs into something else. Something more electric. Every time their eyes meet, there's a spark that wasn't there before, and every time they work together, their bodies seem to be drawn closer.
    One evening, as they're leaving the office, she stops him in the hallway. "Hey, Petey," she says, her voice low and inviting. "You know, I've been thinking."
    He swallows hard, his heart racing. "What about?"
    "About how much fun we had the other night," she says, her eyes gleaming. "And how we should do it again."
    His mind races with the implications of her words. Does she mean...?
    "But this time," she continues, leaning in so close he can smell her perfume, "the stakes are going to be a little higher."
    And with that, she saunters away, leaving him to wonder what on earth she has in store for him.
    The anticipation is torture, a sweet, delicious agony that keeps him up at night, his thoughts racing with all the things she might have planned. He finds himself checking his work schedule, hoping for a night where they'll be stuck in the office together again.
    When the day finally comes, he can't help but feel a mix of excitement and dread. The hours tick by slowly, the seconds feeling like hours. And when the clock finally strikes eight, and the last of their colleagues leave, he knows that whatever happens tonight, it will be a night he'll never forget.
    Jessica locks the office door with a flourish, turning to face him with a wicked smile. "Ready for round two?" she asks.
    He nods, his throat dry. He's not sure if he's ready, but he knows he can't say no. Not when she looks at him like that.
    The other women start to file in, their expressions a mix of excitement and hunger. They know what's about to happen, and they're eager to see it unfold.
    Petey tries to stand tall, to act like he's in control, but his heart is racing, his palms slick with sweat. He's the main attraction, the star of the show, and he can't help but feel a thrill at the thought of it.
    Jessica pulls out a blindfold, her eyes gleaming with mischief. "This time," she says, "you won't know what's coming."
    And with that, she ties the blindfold around his eyes, the world going dark. The only thing he can do is listen to the sound of their laughter, the rustle of their clothes, and wait for whatever comes next.
    The touches come from all sides, gentle at first, then more insistent. He feels hands on his chest, his stomach, his thighs. He tries to guess who's touching him, but it's impossible. They're all over him, and it's overwhelming, a symphony of sensation that makes his head spin.
    He can feel his cock hardening again, the fabric of his pants straining against it. He's not sure if he's ready for this, but his body seems to have other ideas.
    Jessica's voice is the only constant, a guide through the darkness. "Remember, Petey," she whispers, her breath hot on his neck. "You can say no at any time."
    But he doesn't want to say no. He wants this, all of this. And as the night goes on, the boundaries between work and play blur, and he finds himself lost in a world where he's the center of attention, the object of desire, and he can't help but crave more.
    As the final hand touches him, Jessica's voice rings out, "Alright, that's it for tonight. You've been a good sport, Petey."
    The room breaks out into applause, and the blindfold is removed. He's not sure what he was expecting, but the sight of his colleagues, all smiling and laughing, isn't it. He looks around, trying to gauge if they're all in on this, or if he's the butt of some elaborate joke.
    "What?" he asks, his voice hoarse from the evening's events.
    Jessica walks over to him, her hips swaying with confidence. "You're mine now, Petey," she says with a laugh. "I won the bet, and now you're my little office toy."
    The other women nod in agreement, their smiles a mix of mischief and something darker. It's then that it hits him. This wasn't just a game; it was a bet. A bet they all knew about, a bet they were all in on. And Jessica had won.

This was one that I just sort of did spontaneously off the top of my head, where once again I like the idea of a clever woman realizing a guy wanted to see her naked but then manages to trick him into getting naked instead and just maximally taking advantage of the situation to make him utterly humiliated, but also really turned on at the same time. And I also like the fact that I got a scene of pee desperation in there again, because I feel like it would be hard to go to the bathroom aa women are watching you and you are finding that titillating. So yeah this was just a pure CFNM story where the women completely outnumbered the poor naked guy who is humiliated but titillated at the same time, and I always find those stories wickedly funny, as I love seeing women taking control of the situation like that and getting the guy naked without him ever getting to see her do likewise.

    So yeah this one was a pure CFNM story all the way with one naked guy and lots of happy women enjoying his embarrassment in an office setting. And yeah the illustrations don't really reflect the story very well but what can you do?