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(This story is a Nude Therapy reunion for me, my first tale in this, my favorite series, in nearly a year, with many of the best girls from past episodes. Of course, they’re all still totally naked.

Enjoy.)

As I looked around the sales area, I did a quick headcount. I also could have done a breast count, and divided by two. Were we really down to only fourteen employees who were willing to work Full Female Nude?

Everyone looked a little bit nervous. There were quick looks at me–then they looked away. There were quite a few high-heeled feet bobbing away at the end of some long, dynamite legs. Roughly half of the girls were casually sprawled out with those dynamite legs casually open. The rest were clearly uncomfortable that their chairs were all out in the open; none of them could even temporarily hide their naked charms behind a desk–and their discomfort was showing, along with their half-concealed pussies.

It was time. Right on cue, two male employees rolled in the projection screen that was normally in the conference room. I could see and feel the fourteen naked ladies relax somewhat. All we were going to do was to watch some silly video; we weren’t about to announce layoffs.

N.I.P Company had not officially merged with Yamamoto Industries–yet. But, for all intents and purposes, we were forging ahead, we were acting as one company.

I nodded to Ella who seemed to rise up from her chair and slink to the back table in one naked movement. She bent over the video projector with her legs open and that beautiful rounded ass pointed right at me. Ella had been my boss until my promotion to head of the American transition team. Now we were technically equals. Only technically: she was a nude female employee, and my new job was to ensure that all nude American female employees ‘adhered more closely in conduct to that which is expected of any naked girl who works for Yamamoto Industries.’

“You may begin,” I instructed her. Ella pushed all the right buttons. She leaned back against the table, moving to one side so as not to block the projector. She was smiling, with her legs open–she was doing nothing to block my own personal view of her deep pink slit.

The video was in Japanese with English subtitles. As the camera panned up on a gleaming office tower, the words appeared below the Japanese characters: “Yamamoto Industries: a 25-Year History of Full Female Nudity.”

There were some audible gasps and muted whispers amongst our own female nudes. In America, we were only about two and a half years past that fateful “Nude Therapy” day.

(See: ‘Nude Therapy – Phase 01’)

Our company had only recently celebrated exactly two years of at least some Full Female Nude requirement. (There was cake!)

In the video, there was a montage of stills and short film clips showing the company’s employees reactions to the announcement in the company auditorium that they were adopting “High Heels Day.” The camera zoomed in on the shocked faces of several of Yamamoto’s female employees. Once they realized that their occasional full nudity would soon be required to remain gainfully employed, they giggled and blushed; they shook their heads and covered their pretty faces.

It was an American consulting firm called ‘High Heels Inc.’ that introduced the concept to eager male, Japanese CEOs. Having all female employees “wearing nothing but their high heels” on certain special days “incentivised going to work; making the workplace a sensual, visually stimulating environment.”

(See ‘High Heels Night’.)

The next scenes were of a group of giggling, blushing (mostly) young ladies, undressing together for what must have their first time in a company locker room. The camera was as coy as the girls for now: there were only sights of bare shoulders, backs, glimpses of bare bottoms–and only a flash or two of thick dark bush.

But then the girls stepped out into the open office and all bets were off. Legions of male employees were waiting, some with cameras, and there were whistles and applause as the girls walked past: nude at work for the very first time. The video showed the twenty-five or so ladies, at last totally bare, the camera in slow-motion, scanning every inch of their bodies from their high-heeled feet on up to their beet-red faces.

(Unlike most Japanese porn, this very special video had the camera lovingly lingering on each of the newly nude’s dark-bushed pubic areas–all un-pixelated.)

Next there were scenes of the girls trying to adjust to their nude situation–with a lot of embarrassed bowing as their breasts dangled down before leering males, and a lot of breathless “Hai!”s.

Flash forward–and it seemed that this Japanese company had things on fast-forward. Once per quarter nudity quickly became once per month, then once per week. Then there was another scene in the same auditorium in which Mr. Yamamoto proudly declared that there would be “Full Female Nudity–all the time!” It was undoubtedly rehearsed–a group of very attractive female employees kahramanmaraş escort in the front row stood up and started stripping–to thunderous applause–and more embarrassed looks from the other girls.

Now there was a montage of scenes of beautiful nude ladies, hard at work over the years, as they were probably keeping most of the male employees hard as well.

Then the words appeared: “2024: Vulvas Out! How Times Have Changed.”

(My employees gasped.)

We see an older, but still smiling Mr. Yamamoto as he calls his nude P. A. in. As she seats herself in a chair that’s positioned for his visibility, she casually drapes her right leg over the right arm of the chair, completely exposing herself. As she begins taking notes on her steno pad, she licks the fingers of her left hand, which begins exploring her naked body. After flicking the brown nipples on her B-sized breasts, her hand drops down between her legs. The camera zooms on as she easily locates her already swollen clitoris and twirls her fingers around that naughtily out-there pleasure organ.

My own nude employees have become utterly silent. I nod for Ella to stop the video.

I look around and I’m seeing the same uncomfortable looks that I got at the very beginning. Now these looks are accompanied by lip-licking, lip-biting and hard swallowing.

“Yes,” I started. “We are twenty-three years behind our Japanese counterparts–and we’ve allowed ourselves to get complacent.”

The girls stared at me. I started to walk around the room, in between and even behind their chairs.

“We’re complacent in our handling of our full female nudity. We’re pretending that it’s only ‘the new work uniform,’ while simultaneously denying that nudity has any relationship to sex.”

I stopped. “Clearly it does.”

“So… if we are going to compete internationally, become a truly international company, we are going to have to change our ways.”

I walked back to the front of the room. I quickly but intently surveyed the sea of nude female flesh unveiled in front of me.

“Currently, only eight of you are fully displaying your vulvas. Hiding your naked charms is going to have to stop–right now. Ladies: open those pretty legs, all of you–vulvas out!”

I waited impatiently for everyone to comply. I resisted an impulse to walk among them again, like a schoolteacher checking that no one was cheating.

“Good,” I said. I stared at each open pussy and then made eye contact with each pussy owner. “And you’ll all remain like that, pulling out your chairs whenever you’re in the presence of a male employee, or a female employee who likes women.

No more hiding behind your desks. I know, I know: a lot of you work very hard on your projects all day. But from now on, you’ll be required to get up, at least five minutes every hour, and strut your naked stuff. Make sure that multiple people see you. Stick your head–and your breasts and your ass and your pussy–into somebody’s office if you have to.”

Marianne raised her hand. “Will we be punished if we break any of these new rules?”

Marianne was a forty-something MILF. And her breasts and her bottom were also forty-something–as in inches around. Marianne was a voluptuous dark blonde with an over-abundance of female flesh–but in all the right places.

Over the summer, Marianne had become my favorite nude female employee for scheduled titty play. Executives have their perks, but male employees are really not supposed to have favorites when it comes to requests for sexual handling. We finally had to break it off–but in our last session we both went to far. We both were touching areas that had nothing to do with titties.

(See: ‘Nude Therapy: Nude Teenage Daughter’)

Wait: Marianne had asked me a question, right?

“Yes, my dear, there will be punishments. Yamamoto uses everything from whips to handcuffs to ankle chains, to tying his girls up with ropes, but we’re not going there.”

The fourteen naked ladies were all wide-eyed; they were paying very close attention to me now.

“Bad girls will be spanked: towards the end of the workday, and in front of everyone. You’ll be swatted with a paddle until both asscheeks are red. And it won’t be a sexual spanking.”

It got very quiet. Then Marianne spoke up: “All spankings are sexual.”

That got some nervous laughter. I looked her over: with her thick, muscular thighs spread wide, Marianne’s inner lips looked especially plump, red, meaty, and lightly glistening with moisture. I would have to request some pussy play very soon with this mature piece of ass, and damn the consequences!

“I’m glad you’re enjoying being naked, sweet lady.” I looked around. “All of you should be enjoying it. If you’re not wet right now, if your tits aren’t hard right now, then maybe you don’t belong here.”

There were a lot of looks at each other; reluctant looks at me. Time to move things along…

“What else did you notice that our Japanese girls were doing differently?”

Silence. kastamonu escort Then: “they were barefoot?” That was leggy Lorna, and I’m not apologizing when I refer to her in that way. She was a sweet-figured brunette–about 39 or 40–with auburn hair cascading down to her waist. And her legs were the legs of a micro-mini, pantyhose or sexy stockings model.

I had to smile as the girls were dancing around the obvious. “Very observant, Miss Lorna. Yes: from now on, you will all be barefoot.”

I waited and got nothing but blank stares.

“Starting now,” I said. “Get those heels off!”

There may have been many tough jobs in our naked city–but watching fourteen nude women bending down and reluctantly removing what was technically the last article of clothing they would be allowed to wear in the office–this wasn’t tough at all. This was wonderful.

Time to go after it while the girls were still adjusting to losing their heels. “What else was different about our naked Japanese counterparts?”

I waited. I started to shake my head and was ready to speak–

“They were masturbating.” I recognized that soft, sweet voice. It was Amber–a cute beyond cute–skinny little blonde. She was now twenty-one and a college senior–and she was simultaneously interning nude at our company. She was writing up her naked experiences for her enthusiastic female professor, who was telling her that–with some editing–she could get her story into the New York Times Sunday magazine.

I had first met Amber about eight months ago. She and five other coeds had come in on a weekend to try out working in a nude female environment.

When I first saw her stripped, those skinny legs were still more like a teenager’s legs. Now, those legs were developing into the classic, long, lean legs of a beautiful young woman. I was in a great position to watch not only her legs, but the rest of her young body maturing–as long as she continued to work for me, naked.

Back then, I had happily watched Miss Amber completely undress in our boardroom, then I was delighted when she was one of the three girls assigned to my naked team.

(See: ‘Nude Therapy – Phase 04 – Naked Coed Sunday’)

Then Amber surprised me–first she shyly admitted that she was still a virgin–then for some reason she chose me to relieve her of her virginity. It was such a deeply personal and emotional event for her that she swore me–and the four naked ladies who participated in our impromptu deflowering ceremony–to utmost secrecy.

“Very good, Amber,” I looked straight into her eyes. I had been avoiding her because of our shared secret; hell–it was emotional for me too. Now I stepped closer to her.

“Do you masturbate at home?”

She blinked and looked around. “Uhhh… yes. Of course.”

“Can you masturbate for us here? Now? I want you to start things off, then have the other girls follow.”

I got even closer. “I’m sorry!” I whispered. “Are you sure you’re okay with this?”

“I think so,” she whispered back. “Anything for you… I’m still kind of in love with you.”

I leaned in and kissed her cheek. “Same here,” I said. “You are amazing… you will always be a very special girl to me.”

I instructed everyone to turn their chairs to face Miss Amber. She looked around the room. “Well; I’ve never given a masturbation class before! I have to warn everyone: in these circumstances, I’m going to cum pretty fast.”

“That’s alright, sweet girl. You’ll just be starting the ladies off.”

Amber licked her fingers and went to work on her nipples. She twirled those already hard pink buttons around, then lightly pinched them. Her hands went down her belly to her thighs. Her fingers kept circling her delta, getting closer and closer. Then she began playing with her light brown bush, entwining the hairs around her fingers and lightly tugging.

She put the fingers of her left hand on her slit. “I kind of have to open things up. I’m kind of an innie.”

She did so, and I had a breathtaking, close-up view of Miss Amber’s glistening interior pink.

She stared straight at me. “I try to get… one, two, then three fingers in.” She inserted finger one.

“What do you think about?” I breathed out.

“I think about the first man who made love to me. He was so sweet, and kind…”

“Did he have a big cock?” That was Greta, Ella’s fifty-something P.A.

(Laughter all around.)

“Yes he did.” Amber was still staring at me. “It was long and lean… but with a thick head! It was just the right size for me.”

Suddenly she had three fingers stuck inside her, pumping away.

“I’m gonna cum,” she wailed. “Thinking of him: how he rode me high, rubbing his thick head against my little clittie!” And then she came, shudderingly hard.

I looked around. Thirteen other girls and I only counted seven with their hands between their legs.

I sighed and stood up. “The rest of you: start playing with yourselves. If you can’t cum kayseri escort at the moment, raise your hand once you’re all nice and wet. I will check you out, and Miss Ella will provide wipes and paper towels.

(Ella had gotten off simultaneously with Amber. I saw her close her eyes, bite her lip, and point to her pussy, nodding.)

Now I slowly walked among them. Twelve totally naked women with their legs spread, jerking themselves off in the office on my command. I felt like some kind of crazed cult leader.

At last, nine of the remaining twelve nudes came; the other three reluctantly raised their hands. They scooted themselves up in their chairs so I could personally check out their levels of feminine moisture. I did help myself to a taste of each, and nodded my approval.

I stepped back and waited as wipes and towels were passed around. I waited until all of the sticky wet pussies were properly wiped off and towelled down.

“As to when to masturbate; do it when you’re horny, or do it when you’d like to be horny. Just get used to doing it in front of someone who will enjoy the sight of you.”

“Ella,” I said–she was already at the projector–she knew what was coming next. “Please show the ladies the last relevant scene of our video.”

The last scene was of a different executive in a very plush office. He called for his P.A. The ladies were visibly surprised that it was a blonde, definitely un-Asian girl. She spoke what sounded like perfect Japanese, though.

The exec directed her to get on her knees in front of him as he stood up. “You know what I like,” said the translated words.

The girl smiled and nodded. She undid his belt, then unzipped his fly. As she tugged his pants down, the camera went behind the man as the girl pulled on something in his pants and licked her lips.

The video ended.

The silence that ensued was broken by:

“We’re not doing that!” and:

“We’re not whores!”

I held up my hand. “You’re paid to work naked. You’re paid to be sexually handled. And, up until a few months ago, you were paid to lower yourselves on everyone’s cocks. So: don’t malign sex workers by calling them ‘whores.’ With everything that you’re being paid to do, you should have some empathy.”

That silenced them–for the moment.

“Do we… do we hafta do that?” That was Patti, Lorna’s curvy blonde coworker.

I smiled and stared at her big round tits, which seemed to be staring back at me. “The short answer is ‘no,’ the long answer is ‘yes’–for some of you. Only those of you who are comfortable with giving–and receiving–oral sex will be required to do so.”

“I have no problem–” that was Marianne.

“I love sucking cock!” that was Greta.

They had both spoken at once. They grinned at each other and laughed. “Leave it to the old broads,” Greta observed, “to come out and admit how much they love blowing a guy!”

(More laughter…)

“What if–what if–“

“What, Lorna?”

She blushed. “What if some of us… want to try it out… but we’re not that experienced?”

I thought: really? A girl with a body like that?

“Well,” I had to think fast. “Maybe some of the more experienced ladies can have a sort of class–“

“Why not start now?”

I recognized that sweet, melodic voice more than any other. I think I actually whirled around to stare at her.

“Why not?” Tami continued. “We’re all here, we’re all together, why not get any awkwardness over with?”

“But–” I tried to collect myself. “Who would you demonstrate on? You obviously need a male and… oh!”

Tami grinned and leaned back. As she did, she spread her gorgeous legs even wider, giving me a complete view of her tuft of dark hair just above her long, elegant hood. Her lower lips were already puffy and getting quite sloppy-looking; her frontal hole seemed to opening and closing, winking at me and starting to drool.

I knew Tami very well–inside and out–as she was one of my two wives.

Now I really do sound like a crazy cult leader!

Let me explain: Tami and I met cute about a year ago. She applied for a position as my P.A., which required her to strip naked during her interview, and then be subjected to some sexual handling. Back then, we were into Intimate Fridays, so we had to see if naked Tami would be comfortable lowering herself on my erection. It was merely penetration–no thrusting, and orgasms were definitely not allowed.

Well. It should come as no surprise to those of you following along at home that Tami and I very nearly went too far.

But we recovered nicely, and I think that’s when we started falling in love.

(See: ‘Nude Therapy – Phase 03 – Nude Interview’)

Tami was young but oh so wise. Instead of indulging in a secret affair that may have ended my marriage, she went to Anne and had a talk. Somehow, the two women understood each other, felt for each other, and eventually got along famously. Of course: they were both crazy about me!

The State of New York claims that I have only one wife. But, this summer, the three of us had a commitment ceremony in front of a few dear friends. Anne and I welcomed Tami into our home, and into our lives.

My wistful memories were rudely interrupted by the sudden appearance of two sets of hands. They expertly unbuckled my belt, then they went for my zipper.

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