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*quot;What are you doing?*quot; the smaller of the two women asked, as she approached from down the hotel corridor, having just exited from the elevator.*quot;Just getting some ice.*quot; I continued to ladle some ice cubes into my bucket, while I modestly stayed facing the ice dispenser to ensure no frontal view.*quot;Why are you naked?*quot; queried the taller one, as they stopped only five to six feet from me. She had stopped to ask this question, and this seemed to encourage the other woman, who had seemed to want to walk on past, to stop also.*quot;Well, I woke up thirsty, needing a drink, so I came down here to get some ice to go with my drink,*quot; I casually replied.*quot;But didn't you know that someone might see you?*quot; she asked, as she moved a little more to my side.*quot;Of course I thought there would be a possibility, but*at this hour*it would be most unlikely.*quot; It was around three am, and I had challenged myself to leave my room naked, walk down the corridor past the elevators*to the ice machine, fill my ice bucket, and return.*quot;But what if you were seen?*quot; The smaller lady came even closer, wide-eyed and confident. She was now more to my side than behind me, and more than likely*had some view of my cock.*quot;There is excitement daring myself to take such chances, then to suffer whatever consequences if discovered.*quot; I turned a little to face them, holding the bucket strategically in a faked display of continuing modesty. I guessed the women to be in their mid to late forties, (I was thirty-seven*at the time), dressed conservatively*and a little tipsy, but certainly not drunk.**quot;But you could get into a whole lot of trouble,*quot; contributed the taller one, displaying some degree of concern.*quot;I know. But it is isvecbahis never my desire to alarm or offend. I am making no sexual advances, I show no aggression, and observers are free to move on without concern. The fact is, in this situation, I am the vulnerable one, being naked, and you have the power, so to speak. I don't think you want to get me into trouble for merely being naked. You can move on;*you can allow me to entertain you by taking advantage of my situation; you can scream in horror and run to report me. The choice is yours. I am here to comply with your wishes.*quot; I spoke softly, nervously hoping for a positive reaction, but doing nothing physically to progress the situation.*quot;What do you mean by 'entertaining' us?*quot;I detected a significant degree of interest in this question, so I decided to go for broke. The ladies were showing no signs of going away, were both giving my body sneaky glances, and appeared quite comfortable with proceedings. *quot;My guess is, that a compliant naked young man does not often present himself for your harmless amusement. We do not know each other, we will never meet again, we have no common acquaintances, and privacy is just between we three.*quot;*quot;So you are offering to entertain us by you being naked for us to look at, like at a male strip club?*quot; questioned one. We now found ourselves in a discussion attempting to lay out the boundaries of such a proposal.*quot;Did you expect us to contribute in any way?*quot; was the somewhat nervous question.*quot;Yes, but only in so far as to give the orders,*quot; I explained.*quot;What sort* of things do you expect us to ask for?*quot; came a somewhat puzzled query.*quot;That is entirely up to you. Just think about what you may isveçbahis giriş have ever wanted a compliant male to do, at your command, and I am here to submit to your wishes,*quot; I responded.*quot;You mean we can get you to do whatever we want?*quot; was the somewhat disbelieving query.*quot;Probably not here. I would not mind, but you probably don't wish to be discovered. We could go to one of your rooms. We could go to mine. There I would be most vulnerable, because you could report me, and tell authorities where I could be found.*quot; The ladies backed away a little, whispering to each other while assessing my offer.*quot;So to get things straight, we call the shots. You comply fully. We are under no obligations ourselves. It ends when and how we say it ends. Sounds crazy.*quot;**quot;Crazy, but fun,*quot; I agreed.*They then went into a little more whispered discussion with each other, before the taller one issued the statement, *quot;We are interested in exploring this experience*but make no promises. Take us to your room.*quot;*So I led them back past the elevators, up the corridor*to my room. I now held the bucket to one side, my cock no longer fully flaccid, but still not quite in their sight. I had left the door with the latch preventing closure*and entered in front of my audience. Each one peered inside before entering, obviously looking for any possible danger. The second woman left the door resting on the latch, so as it would not close completely, facilitating rapid escape*if necessary. I motioned to the two chairs for them to use, placed the ice bucket on the desk*and turned to afford them full view of my nudity.*quot;Lovely legs and bottom,*quot; opined one.*quot;Yes, but a little disappointing in the manliness isveçbahis yeni giriş department,*quot; replied the other.*quot;Cute though. Don't you love his hairlessness? And he's circumcised! He looks like a little boy!*quot; They looked closely at me, then at each other, giggling. I proceeded to get a thorough, and mainly complimentary, appraisal. One reached out with a finger, placed it carefully under the head of my cock*and lifted it in order to study the underside. By this time, my cock had grown somewhat from its initial disappointing size, filling me with pride. But it was, by no means, erect.*quot;This is fun. Dance a bit. Swivel that thing for us,*quot; ordered one. Of course I complied, swinging my cock around with gay abandon. The giggles kept coming.*quot;Turn around*and bend over,*quot; ordered the other. *quot;Keep swinging that cock!*quot; I obeyed enthusiastically.*quot;Now grab your cock and pull it back to face us.*quot;*quot;God, I wish I had my camera,*quot; suggested one.*quot;I have one in my room,*quot; countered the other.Each was reluctant to leave the other alone with me, in order to get the camera. One even courteously asked if I would mind being photographed. In those days there were no electronic cameras, no internet, no Facebook, so I was not unduly concerned. So the camera was obtained by us all going back to the women's room, me wearing the hotel bathrobe*and then returning.Back in my room, naked again, I was put through a variety of poses, each one a little more *quot;adult*quot; than the last. Very soon I began to ooze pre-cum*and to have an erection, much to their delight. After full frontal snaps, they turned their focus onto my arse*and particularly my little hole. They were fascinated by its lack of surrounding hair, its pinkness and tightness. I was asked to spread my cheeks, so as to expose it more fully, and in the best possible light. At this stage*I was kneeling on the edge of the bed, my arse looking straight at the camera.