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Tim drove back home feeling dizzy from Tanya's relentless teasing. He walked unsteadily out of his car. All he could hope was he wouldn't meet anyone on the way and expose his outrageous outfit. His now permanent erection made his situation all the more precarious. He finally made it home and took a cold shower. He hoped it would have his arousal subside enough to get some sleep. But as he laid back naked on his bed, he found it hard to drift his thoughts away from Tanya and her sexy friends. His desperate hard-on was pointing skywards as he recalled everything they'd put him through. It seemed several hours before he found a bit of restless sleep. Suddenly, he heard someone had entered his bedroom. He opened his eyes and saw Tanya looking at him in her new white dress and silk stockings. She put her finger to her mouth. "Sssh", she whispered, as she proceeded to take off her dress and walk to his bed, stark naked apart from her white stockings. She straddled him, driving his rock-hard boner straight into her wet pussy. They started making love, and Tim had never felt anything so good as her tight love-hole slowly brought him straight to the brink of orgasm. He felt her explode in an endless ecstatic climax, gripping her smooth hands over his buttocks as her stockinged feet rubbed over his legs. The surge of his accumulated arousal was ready for take-off. He was right about to finally erupt as she came.

The alarm clock sounded, and Tim was abruptly awakened from his dream. His rock-hard cock was still twitching from the proximity of orgasm. His arms were waving into thin air where he thought Tanya must have been. He got up and stumbled to another ice-cold shower, managing to get his cock back to an half-mast condition. Reluctantly, he put on the cream suit Trisha had instructed him to wear. He felt totally exposed wearing it, the jacket fully revealing his bulging cock as it strained against the thin material of the tight trousers. He tried to think about something else as he drove to work. His erection had reached more manageable proportions, but was still quite obvious under the silky fabric. He awkwardly held his briefcase in front of him as he took the lift up to the office area. Alicia looked at him from the reception desk and commented:

"Hi, Tim! I see you've got a new suit, haven't you? But don't you think it's a little too tight?"

Tim blushed. He felt her eyes focused on his crotch, where his cock and balls were clearly outlined by the tight fabric. He stuttered:

"W-well, Alicia, they told me it's the new fashion trend, you know..."

He hurried to his desk. Tanya, Tara and Tina were already there, in even sexier outfits than the previous day. They all wore skimpy hot-pants and a tight see-through top, along with sexy stiletto sandals. And they still had the same anklets. Despite all his efforts, Tim's hard-on was reaching full proportions again as he greeted them. Tara said:

"Wow, Tim! Your cream suit looks really so sexy! So tight and thin! I can see everything, you know! You're not wearing anything underneath those trousers, are you?"

Tim was red with embarrassment as Tina added:

"Oh, yes, Tara, I think it's quite obvious. The fabric's so thin, I can even see the darker patch of his pubic hair, you know? Yum, Tim, cream trousers! I love cream! It goes so nice with the tea's. Just be careful they don't turn into creamed trousers, uh?"

The thought made Tim feel increasingly nervous. It was the last thing he wanted to happen. And despite that, he could already feel his precum seeping through the thin material where the head of his penis was trapped. He walked awkwardly to his desk, cautious to minimize the rubbing of his trousers over his desperate boner. He sat down and tried to concentrate on his day's work. But the presence of these sexy vixens dangling their exposed legs under their desks across from him was making it difficult. They seemed to be doing everything to drive his arousal to monumental proportions. Then, they would stop their little show for a while until his hard-on eased off to half-mast position, only to relentlessly start their teasing again. Just before lunch time, Tanya asked him:

"Tim, we plan to go to a nice restaurant for lunch today. It's not far from here. Would you like to join us?"

Although he would have preferred to go alone with Tanya, Tim didn't hesitate. He replied:

"Oh, sure! That sounds great! But I can take only one of you in my convertible, you know..."

Tina said:

"Oh, don't worry about that, Tim. I can take the three of you in my car, you know?"

They got up and Tim followed them to the car park. Tara climbed into the passenger seat, leaving Tim and Tanya to the back seats. As Tina started driving, Tanya snuggled up against Tim, resting her right hand way up his inner thigh. While her fingers slowly made their way up, he couldn't help his cock from growing down. Inevitably, she reached her destination and started expertly masturbating his throbbing cock-head through the silky fabric of his tight trousers. Once again, her magic fingers had him right about to explode. He moaned:

"Aaaah, T-Tanya! Pl-please! N-not here! It would be... Ooooh!"

Tara turned her head to look, asking in a worried tone:

"Tim, are you alright?"

Tanya answered:

"Oh, yes, Tara, he's perfectly alright. I think he's just worried about making a big mess!"

As Tanya's ministrations relentlessly kept him on the brink of ejaculation, Tina said:

"I don't want any creamy mess on my seats, please! It's so difficult to clean up, you know!"

Tanya replied:

"Oh, don't worry, Tina! He's just gonna cream his trousers, nothing more!"

Tim started panicking as he felt he was about to do just that. The silky touch of the fabric only made Tanya's manipulations more effective. He pleaded:

"Aaaaaah, T-Tanya, N-no, Pl-please!"

His cock twitched ready for ejaculation. At that precise moment, Tanya tightly gripped his cock-head, just as she'd already done the day before. She held the grip until the pulsations of his oncoming orgasm had subsided. All that was left was a glob of precum she carefully wiped into the thin fabric. His desperate hard-on was still throbbing frantically within the tight confines of his trousers. Tara had been watching all the scene, and he could see she was fingering herself to orgasm through her skimpy hot-pants. She said:

"Wow, Tanya! You had him really close, didn't you? I can see his precum seeping through! Was that the T spot treatment you just did to him?"

Tanya replied:

"Oh, no, Tara, not yet! It was just one of my little squeeze techniques, you know? It does prove quite handy to prevent any premature ejaculation, don't you think?"

They arrived at the restaurant, and Tim had to walk out sporting his tremendous boner. With the added embarrassment of the wet spot caused by his precum, he felt totally exposed. He wished he'd taken his briefcase for cover, but he'd left it at the office. He felt even more nervous when he saw the name of the restaurant: "Spicy T's". They got in and Tanya waived to a Japanese waitress:

"Hi, Teiko! May I introduce our new friend Tim! Can we have a table for four?"

Teiko had a sexy smile:

"Hi, Tim! Yum, I like your suit, you know! It's so ... creamy? Here, follow me"

She giggled as she led them to their table. Tim watched and thought she looked really sexy in her short black skirt. Her freely bouncing boobs were clearly visible under her white blouse. He gasped as he noticed she wore the same anklet as the rest of them. The table was in a rather secluded corner, away from the eyes of the other customers. Tanya sat next to Tim, while Tina and Tara sat opposite them. Teiko handed them the cocktail menu:

"May I suggest the Screaming Multiple Orgasm, the Slippery Nipple, the Blow Job, or maybe the Creaming Stiletto?"

Instinctively, Tim went for the latter, while both Tanya and Tara chose the Screaming Multiple Orgasm. As Tina was driving, she just went for a Banana Smoothie. Teiko handed them the food menu, and wiggled away with the cocktail order. As he looked at the menu, Tim tried to convince himself that the name of the restaurant only had to do with the extensive choice of Tex Mex style T-Bone steaks. Teiko came back with the cocktails, and they placed their order. Tim's Creaming Stiletto was served in a stiletto-shaped glass, and was broadly based on Bailey's Irish Cream. As they sipped their drinks, Tina went:

"You know, this Creaming Stiletto? Don't you think it's fun how some guys have this little foot fetish?"

Tara answered:

"Oh, yes, Tina! They can really go crazy over our heels, can't they? Did I tell you about that shoe salesman?"

Tim suddenly felt what could be nothing but a spiked heel rest over his crotch. It was slowly rubbing over his balls through the material of his trousers. He looked at both Tara and Tina, but had no way to know which of the sexy vixens had her foot in that naughty position. All he knew was it couldn't possibly be Tanya. Tina said:

"You know I never tire of hearing that story, Tara! Besides, Tim hasn't heard it, yet! Please go on!"

The foot had now moved down from his balls to his upper thigh and enclosed his cock-hard member. He was being slowly masturbated through his trousers by a sexy heel, and he could only wonder who it might belong to. All he knew was the contact was driving him to the brink once again. Both Tina and Tara seemed to be watching his every reaction as Tara proceeded:

"Well, you know, Tim, one day I was in this shopping mall trying on a pair of spiked-heeled boots. The salesman was really cute and as he helped me try them on, I'm sure he was looking right up my mini-skirt and noticing I didn't wear any panties! Anyway, his hard-on was making a huge tent-pole through his trousers... And you know what the vicious bastard was doing? As he slipped the boots on my feet, he was humping his desperate crotch against them!"

The rubbing of the mysterious heel over Tim's erection was becoming firmer, getting him ever closer to the edge. Tanya had rested her hand on his thigh and was dangerously close to notice it. She asked:

"So, Tara, what did you do about it?"

"Oh, Tanya, you know, he looked so desperate with his hard-on throbbing under my boots! I asked him if he had a spare pair of trousers. Of course, he didn't! So I just helped him a bit and proceeded to masturbate him with the boots until he exploded straight into his trousers! It was really a big mess, you know?"

That was precisely what was threatening to happen as Tim felt the heel relentlessly stroke his helpless boner through the silky material. His eyes were becoming glassy from the proximity of orgasm. Once again, he started to panic at the thought of soaking his trousers. He didn't have a spare pair either. But he could say nothing as it would have made the situation obvious to Tanya. At that moment, Teiko came back with their order. The teasing heel suddenly left its explosive position as he wavered on the edge of orgasm.

As he started eating, he felt Tanya's fingers grope his pulsating cock-head. As she expertly masturbated him to near orgasm through his silky trousers, she commented:

"Oh, Tara, be careful. I think your story's getting poor Tim quite aroused!"

Tanya's hand released her hold on Tim's cock as Tina said:

"Oh, Tim, don't tell me you've got a little foot fetish as well? Although when I cum to think of it, I'm sure I saw you sneaking peeks at my feet under my desk this morning..."

Tim turned bright red from embarrassment. And at the same moment, he felt another foot start stroking him under the table. Tina went on:

"You know, I've got my own little story as well. I was with this guy who'd been staring at my stilettos all day long. He took me out for dinner, and he thought he really had me like all sewn up. That's when I started to put him off balance. I asked him to go and remove his underwear, so he could be all nice and ready for me. He came back to the table and I could see his hard-on poking through his jeans. As we ate, I reached forward with my high-heel and proceeded to masturbate him under the table right through his jeans. The poor thing was so entranced he hardly took a bite of his dish. I teased him like that all through the meal, waiting until he'd paid the bill to have him ejaculate straight into his jeans. I just left him there with a kiss on his forehead and walked out of the restaurant. I still wonder how he managed to get out with his cum-soaked trousers!"

Tim couldn't help but realize he was about to be in exactly the same situation. He was right on the brink of cumming under the expert action of the heel masturbating him under the table. Whether it was Tara or Tina didn't matter now. All he knew was his thin trousers made him even more vulnerable to the consequences. Tanya said:

"Tina, that's really hot, you know! What do you think, Tim? How would you feel if Tina had you ejaculate like that with her sexy spiked heel?"

Tim turned even redder as he stuttered:

"Pl-please, y-you know I've got to get back to the office, don't you?"

The massage on his desperate boner was getting ever more purposeful. Despite all his efforts, it had him race towards a boiling orgasm. Tara replied:

"Oh, I can see what you mean, Tim. No underwear to prevent the cum from soaking those thin silky trousers! It would be such a big mess, wouldn't it?"

Tim's eyes were turning glassy as he felt about to helplessly erupt. The pressure of the heel changed into a mere tickling over his cock-head, keeping him wavering on the edge. Teiko came by at that moment:

"Is everything OK? Enjoying your meal? Oh, Tim, you look like you're not feeling well! You're all sweaty! Is that Creaming Stiletto too strong for you? Maybe you could use some cold ice?"

She approached him and took the napkin from his lap to wipe his sweating forehead. As she raised the tablecloth to put the napkin back in place, she went:

"My, Tim! I can see you're enjoying yourself! Look, Tanya, I think his trousers are about to turn even more creamy!"

Tanya looked at the mischievous heel that was still having Tim wavering on the brink of cumming. She said:

"Oh, Tina, you're so naughty! Masturbating Tim with your heel right under table while you tell your story! Be careful he's gonna cum and make a real mess!"

Tina replied:

"Me? What makes you think I would do anything so mischievous? See!"

She moved both her feet out from under the table, and waved them in the air. At that point, Tara said:

"Oh, sorry, Tim! Was that you here under my heel? It's so big and hard I thought it was the table leg!"

She removed her heel from its explosive position just as Tim was going to spurt. Tanya reached down and held his twitching cock-head in a tight grip until the throbbing had subsided. She proceeded to rake it with her fingernails, once again having him race towards a shattering ejaculation:

"Tim! You naughty boy! You were letting Tara masturbate you with her heel, were you? Look, your trousers are seeping precum!"

Tanya thoroughly wiped his precum into the thin material, making it look even more embarrassingly wet over his straining cock-head. She went on:

"Oh, Teiko, poor Tim looks so desperate, you know? Maybe you could give him a hand? I can always use that napkin to avoid him messing his trousers any further, can't I?"

As she said that, Tanya lowered his zipper and reached inside to extract his rock-hard member, having it point skywards into open air. Teiko went:

"Wow! It's all big and throbbing! You must really need it bad, Tim, don't you?"

She reached down and put one hand inside his fly to massage his balls, while her other hand performed long slow strokes up and down his burning shaft. Teiko's expert ministrations soon had him ready for bursting. Her braless boobs were winking at him under her white see-through blouse. As he saw Tanya start fingering herself through her hot pants, he knew he wouldn't resist much longer. Besides, her other hand was there with the napkin, ready to collect his oncoming torrent. As he let himself go, eager to finally get some relief, Teiko's strokes became feathery. She was hardly touching his cock now, and the fleeting contact was keeping him wavering right on the brink. Tanya exploded in a mind-blowing orgasm as Teiko removed her hand altogether and said:

"I better stop now, you know! The manager could wonder why I'm taking so long, and she might come by to check! It would really be embarrassing, wouldn't it? Besides, I'd have to give an explanation should that napkin get all sticky with goo! Who knows if she would let you in the next time after that?"

Tanya opened her eyes and replied:

"Well, as you like it, Teiko... Here, Tim, I'll help you stuff all that gear back where it belongs"

She had to use both hands to manage getting Tim's tremendous hard-on back into the tight confines of his trousers. He almost exploded as he felt his cock-head rub against the silky material, leaving a shiny trail of precum down the way. Teiko left them to finish their meal. As she feathered Tim's boner close to eruption, Tanya commented:

"Now, Tim! You've been misbehaving, haven't you? First you were about to let Tara make you cum with her heel without doing anything to stop her, and now letting Teiko masturbate you to near orgasm right under my nose? Didn't I ask you to save it all for me, Tim?"

She didn't mention the fact that she herself had suggested it all. Tim stuttered:

"T-Tanya, I'm s-sorry! B-but ..."

Tanya interrupted him:

"But what, Tim? Look, I wonder if you're still worthy of that date, you know?"

Tim's face turned white:

"Oh, Tanya, please! I really want it so much, you know! Please! I promise I'll behave myself!"

"Well, you better, Tim!", she giggled, "You know, it's such fun teasing you, I think I really want that date as well!"

They finished their meal, and Tim had to hold his jacket in front of him to try and hide his tell-tale predicament. He really looked awkward as he walked out of the restaurant. Once in Tina's car, Tanya didn't give him any respite. She kept slowly massaging his desperate boner through his tight trousers, making sure his arousal stayed at fever pitch. Once again, all he could do was limp through the car park and up to his desk, holding his jacket to try and cover the seeping lump of his helpless erection. He spent the rest of the afternoon trying to cool down, wondering when he would finally get some relief.