The Cecile F. Nelsson Mansion, Part 5

Now that I knew what the Sampling Lounge was for, I shouldn't have been surprised to see a group of ladies gathered around a naked man as they made him squirt for their entertainment. I had to remember that a group of girls had just milked me ten minutes ago, bringing me to one of the most intense orgasms of my life. If Harvey was right, I would be having many more wonderful orgasms as I let ladies play with my eager cock.

We walked into the atrium and Olivia didn't even comment on seeing the guy cumming on the sofa. It was just an ordinary day as far as she was concerned. In the open lobby, I saw more women walking by, some dressed in smart business attire and carrying brief cases. A few looked at my limp dick and gave me a smile, but Olivia was walking briskly across the lobby toward the barber shop, so I had to follow. At that pace, my loose dick bounced and wiggled with each step. Just before reaching the door, a middle-aged woman stepped in front of me and said, "Well ........ I haven't seen that one before. It looks nice and juicy ........ is he getting the bald look?" 

"No, Miss Dunn ....... just a ball-job. Would you care to shake hands?" Olivia responded politely.

"Well, certainly ......." Miss Dunn smiled as she reached out and grabbed my soft dick.

I flinched and pulled back, not used to the special 'hand-shake' Miss Waverly had told me about.

"Don't pull away!" Olivia said sharply, and the smack on my bare ass was just as sharp.

My butt stung from the blow, and I stifled a yelp as I let Miss Dunn squeeze and pull my penis in her warm hand. "Kind of thick," she commented as she moved her hand down to my hanging balls, and rolled them gently for a good feel.

"They seem pretty smooth to me ............" she observed, rubbing gently across my loose scrotum. I was surprised to realize that I was getting aroused from this formal 'penis inspection'.

"Well, he's going upstairs, so I want to make sure," Olivia said with a sigh.

"Ohh ......... yes ............ yes ......... good idea. I'm sure they could use some improvement," Miss Dunn said as she gave my balls a last squeeze before turning and walking away. I wondered if she had noticed that my dick was now plumper than she found it?

As we continued to the barber shop, I asked, "So, what's upstairs? Why is it so important?"

Olivia stopped and turned to face me. She looked directly in my eyes and said, "Mr. Moore, you are applying for a very coveted spot in an exclusive apartment building in the heart of the city. We house only twenty men at full capacity, so you are expected to live up to all the requirements before you are approved as a tenant. You have received the approval of the manager, so now you must be presented to and approved by the owner. Miss Wooldridge lives in the penthouse apartment, and she has final approval of all applications. If you impress her, I'm sure you'll be moving in shortly."

She turned and walked into the barber shop, so I followed and heard, "Theresa, do you have time for a ball-job?" Gee, this pretty Miss Essex (with her sexy ass) was all business. 

A tall woman emerged from a door and said, "For you, Olivia, I could do balls plus. What do you have?"

Olivia gestured toward me and said, "This is Tom Moore. He's going upstairs later this afternoon, so we want him to look his best. What do you suggest?"

Theresa stepped toward me and surveyed my naked body. "Definitely a lot to work with ........ nice penis ....... nice, firm ass ..... not too furry ......... this bush is a little out-of-control ......... I could give it a trim if you don't want him bald."

"He won't be working in the Lounge ........ maybe just a trim. How about his balls?" Olivia said, as if I was a piece of produce being inspected.

Theresa reached down and cupped my loose balls in her hand. "Hmm, they don't feel fresh to me. I feel a little bit of stubble. Nice and plump, though." She pulled me slightly by the balls and guided me to a large barber chair. "Tom, why don't you just pop up here for me?"

I climbed into what seemed like a regular barber chair, and she immediately grabbed my legs and pulled them apart, placing them in two 'stirrups' that were built into the chair. She pulled a lever and I was tilted back to expose my open crotch for her to work on. My legs were now spread wide open, my asshole exposed, and my balls in full view for her to handle. The open window of the shop also exposed me to anyone walking by in the lobby. I felt like I was in a doctor's office, and I was about to get an OB/GYN exam.

"Just relax, we'll have you done in no time," Theresa assured me as she reached for some clippers.

I heard a buzz and felt a vibration at the base of my cock as she began trimming. She moved quickly to the hair above my penis, pulling my limp organ out of the way as she worked. Her grip was firm, and I felt a slight swelling as the vibration added to my excitement. My penis began growing as I watched it being carefully groomed. 

I realized that I didn't feel embarrassed as a woman handled my penis in plain sight of Olivia, making me hard as she trimmed my pubic hair. After being jerked in the shower (and Miss Waverly watching me cum) and being milked in the Sampling Lounge (for all the girls to sample my cum), I was getting used to being on display, letting my penis get hard and delivering the 'cream' that these women obviously craved.

My penis was now at full length, hard and throbbing as Theresa finished her work. She put down the clippers and picked up my hard penis, moving it up and over to inspect her work. She gave it a gentle squeeze as she said, "I think I know why Betsy chose him .....this is a pretty big one. Nice and thick, too."

"Oh, that reminds me .......... do you have a ruler? I want to be accurate if Miss Wooldridge asks how long it is," Olivia requested.

"Sure ....... just let me ..........." Theresa said as she went over to a drawer, pulled out a ruler, and brought it to the chair. She lifted my hard penis up straight, took a careful measurement, and announced, "Just at ten inches ............. ten and a quarter if I push down a little. It's a real beauty." She gave it an admiring squeeze as it pointed up, and I saw a bead of precum appear out of my pee slit.

She dropped my erection on my stomach and grabbed my balls, pulling them away from my body to stretch them tightly. I was surprised by a gently slap as she used the ruler to spank my balls.

"We'll take care of these boys next. You'll be shiny-smooth in a few minutes," she asserted as she dropped my balls to bring a small rolling cart over to the chair. She took a wet cloth and shaving cream, lathering up my balls like a pro. Soon she was shaving in firm, long strokes, gliding a safety razor all the way down my balls to my asshole. She pressed my penis down on my body to stretch the loose skin holding my balls, and more precum oozed, dripping on my stomach.

"I notice he's got a few little hairs around his asshole. Should I smooth that out, too?" Theresa asked as I felt her finger glide over my sensitive pucker. I flinched from the sensation, and saw more precum ooze onto my stomach.

"Let's have a look .......... hmm, it might be better all smooth ....... there's not very much. Just do the asshole and leave his butt alone ......................... it's just slightly fuzzy," Olivia said as she inspected my exposed ass. She watched as Theresa shaved the area around my asshole, then reached in to feel the results. Wow, I once again had two women touching my asshole!

"Clean as a whistle. You want another feel?" Theresa asked as she poked at my tight pucker. I marveled that it had been loose enough for a buttplug to go in there only thirty minutes before.

Olivia reached back in and ran her finger over my smooth anus, making me shiver with pleasure. I changed my focus from the two woman touching my asshole, and saw a small group of women at the barber shop window, looking directly at my balls and asshole as they got shaved. One girl was smiling and pointing to my swollen dick, leaking precum on my stomach. I heard them giggle as they all saw my excited dick, and I realized I liked having an audience. 

"I need to check my work," Theresa said, and she wiped my balls and anus clean before running her fingers over my now-smooth scrotum. She rolled my shiny balls in her hand and then felt up the base of my shaft, pressing firmly to find any stubble. I moaned slightly as her touch made me more excited. 

"They told me he had a buttplug in here before ..........I want to feel if he's still loose. Do you keep lube in the shop?" Olivia requested as I felt her finger pressing on my tight pucker.

"He's got plenty of juice up here ........ just swipe across it," Theresa chuckled as she indicated the small pool of precum on my stomach. Olivia reached up, got her finger slippery, and poked right at my little hole.

"Ohh, it goes right in! Let me get a little more, and I'll push all the way inside," Olivia said, and Theresa picked up my leaking cock, gave it a squeeze, and a generous pearl of precum popped out the tip and rolled slowly down my bulging head. Olivia swiped across it, getting plenty of goo on her finger, then pushing her entire slippery finger into my sensitive asshole.

I jumped at the sensation, and I heard laughter from the girls at the window. Theresa added to my excitement by rubbing the precum over my oozing hole, making me tremble as I laid in the chair. I felt the familiar rising sensation in my abdomen as I knew another orgasm was about to wash over me. Even though I had just cum half-an-hour ago, I wanted to show the girls at the window a big, explosive cumshot for them to enjoy. Oh, Olivia's finger felt so good in my butt!

"I think you're finding something in there. His head is really swollen and bulging, "Theresa observed, holding my straining shaft straight up as she ran a slippery finger over my messy pee hole. Oh, just a little firmer, and I was going to explode!

"Maybe you mean this thing ......... " Olivia giggled as she pushed hard on my little nut. She certainly knew where my prostate was. She gave a slight wiggle, and ...................

"Ohh! Look at that! He's a big shooter!" Theresa exclaimed as she watched the first shot of semen leap out of my pulsing penis. It shot high in the air, probably two or three feet, followed by two more squirts that flew high, then splashed down on Theresa's hand and arm. One squirt went sideways and got on her face, but she pointed my squirting penis down, making the next two volleys fly toward Olivia. Some cum splashed on her arm, and she pulled away in surprise, popping her finger out of my happy anus.

I heard cheers and clapping as my 'audience' watched my explosive cumshot in the barber's chair, and I laid there relaxing as I knew the ladies had enjoyed watching me cum. Theresa had a big smile on her face as I saw cum dripping down her cheek.