Oz Boy Owned by Russian Tourists

NOTE: This story does not contain a lot of actual graphic sexual activity, and it happens late in the piece.

NOTE 2: Parts of this story actually happened.

It was a warm winter's day in Sydney, Australia, and I was at the beach for an off-season swim. The water was cold, but the sun was high and bright, and there was a smattering of people dotted across the sand, soaking up the rays. A few were in swimsuits but most were fully clothed...a very different picture to the one that you'd see at the height of summer.

Rather than toweling off, I decided to get some exercise and opted to walk myself dry by heading up the grassy hill and park adjacent to the beach.

There was a concrete path through the middle of the park, popular with walkers and joggers. But being a winter's day during the working week, there weren't too many people around.

I wore only my revealing, tight-fitting Speedo swimsuit, and I was still wet after throwing myself in the ocean and swimming around. I left my towel and clothes on the beach, and headed to the park.

I was in good shape from the running, swimming and gym work that I did all year round. I was lean and muscular, and looked much better than most 25-year-old guys. I was tanned and fit, with longish brown hair, which was slicked back from my swim.

I also filled out my tight Speedos very well, and I certainly enjoyed it when I caught women checking me out at the beach, especially those that weren't shy about letting their gaze linger on my ample crotch.

In Australia at least, there were more of those women around than you might think. I would also occasionally "accidentally" let my dick slip out of the side of my Speedos while sunning myself on the beach, which would usually prompt any observant women to quickly pretend to take a few selfies with their phones while obviously getting shots of my errant and uncontained manhood.

The hilly park near the beach ran directly along the coastline, ambling up to a large rocky outcropping, with huge flat rocks that looked directly over the heaving ocean below. There was a small fence along the side of the outcropping, but many people easily stepped over it to take photos standing near the cliff edges.

Some would also sit or sun themselves amongst the rocks. The rocky area was dotted with scrub, bushes and small trees, and was a popular summer spot for dog walkers and tourists.

As I walked briskly up the pathway through the park, I passed a group of three female exercisers in skin-tight gym pants and running shoes chatting animatedly amongst themselves.

They slowed their chatter as I approached and they all had a good, long, up-and-down look at me, probably surprised to see a man clad in just a small Speedo swimsuit heading toward them in the middle of winter. They let out a few good-natured whistles and cat-calls.

"Looking good," said one of the exercisers.

"Not exactly shy, are we?" said another.

"Lost your clothes?" The shortest and prettiest of the three then looked directly at my crotch, and smiled.

"How's the water?" she asked.

"Very, very cold," I smiled back.

She looked down at my crotch again.

"Mmmmm, it's obviously not that cold," she said, and her friends laughed and pushed her in surprise at her reference to the sizeable bulge in my swimming trunks.

The sun had warmed me up considerably and, thankfully, I was back to my normal, apparently entertainingly, impressive size. The women laughed and kept walking, looking back frequently over their shoulders at me, big smiles across their attractive faces.

Still surprised at this bold remark, and feeling more than a little pleasantly objectified, I continued up the path and headed over to the rocky outcropping. I walked across some smaller rocks, and noticed that there was a group of women on the huge flat rocky area looking out over the ocean.

There were four of them: two looked to be in their late forties, while the other two were much younger, perhaps in their very late teens, eighteen or nineteen or so.

They talked loudly as they took photos, and directed each other into various poses. All the while, they laughed raucously. Some small backpacks and carry bags were in a pile nearby.

As I got closer, I realised that they spoke a foreign language, which I guessed was Russian.

This was pre-COVID, and I assumed that they were tourists enjoying the winter sunshine and getting some photos of their trip to Australia. Compared to winter in Russia, this probably felt like a balmy summer day.

The older women were big, brassy and curvy, with long, obviously dyed blonde hair. One wore a thin white singlet top, which strained under the weight of her large, bra-less breasts, along with a tight-fitting cheetah-print mini-skirt stretched to breaking point over an enormous backside.

The other older woman wore tight jeans, sneakers and a very snug t-shirt, again tested by a huge set of pendulous, bra-less breasts. In short, they looked like classic MILFS, though not quite as hot, and considerably larger, than the ones you'd see in online porn videos.

The teenage girls were lean and tall, one with long, straight sandy brown hair and the other with much darker and shorter curls. They had great bodies, both shown off enticingly in sprayed-on fitness pants and midriff-bearing gym-style halter tops that covered ample but not large breasts.

They were far less curvy than the older women, but still extremely alluring. My guess was that this group consisted of two friends and their daughters.

As I walked past them along the fence line, about twenty metres or so away, the older woman in the cheetah-print mini-skirt caught sight of me. Her jaw visibly dropped, and she grabbed the other older woman by the arm. She pointed directly at me, and both women then covered their mouths in surprise and burst out laughing.

The younger girls saw the women doubled over in hysterics and then looked over at me as well. Far less exuberant, they pushed each other gently and both smiled while clearly checking me out.

Once again, in the space of about ten minutes, I had been openly ogled, leered at, and laughed at by a group of very uninhibited women. There was no concealing their flagrant enjoyment at seeing a wet, muscular man in nothing but a pair of tight Speedos.

Starting to feel very vulnerable and exposed, but also excited by the response that my not-far-from-nude body was getting, I considered returning to the beach to put my clothes back on.

While I weighed this up, I saw the women briefly confer with each other, laughing wildly. Then the woman in the mini-skirt walked quickly towards me, her tits swinging enticingly from side to side. She held up a mobile phone.

As she got closer, the woman spoke in broken, thickly accented English, and shamelessly looked me up and down.

"You take photo," she said, making it sound more like a command than a question.

She pointed at the other women, all of whom were staring at me and giggling, and said, "Take photo of us." She gestured around at the sky, cliffs and ocean.

She obviously wanted me to take an expansive photo of the group all together, rather than them just taking a restrictive selfie. I'd done this many times previously for international tourists in the past, but not while clad in only a pair of tight, butt-hugging, barely-there Speedos.

I also wondered if getting me to take a photo for them was just a sneaky ruse by these women to get a closer look at my svelte, toned and tanned body.

While I hesitated, the woman lightly grabbed my wrist and pulled me gently toward the group. Not wanting to resist or appear too rude, I stepped over the small wooden face and followed.

"Okay," I said, my voice slightly shaking. "I'll take a photo for you."

It's a very strange, erotically charged feeling being nearly naked in front of a group of women that you don't know, and I felt myself getting aroused, despite my fear and embarrassment. Still holding my wrist, the woman led me forward until I was mere metres away from the group.

The staring of the women grew in intensity, and the younger girls covered their mouths while talking to each other excitedly. The dark-haired one even pointed directly at my crotch a few times.

"You take photo," the woman in the mini-skirt said again in her thick accent, her tits jiggling as she moved around. She pointed at herself, and said "Svetlana" and then gestured at the other women. I learned that the other older woman was Yelena, the younger girl with the long brown hair was Zasha and the girl with the dark curls was Karine.

"You take photo," Svetlana said again.

"Take photo...who you?" she asked.

"I'm Matt," I managed to get out with a croak, as she stepped forward and handed me the phone.

"Here, Matt boy," she said, as she unnecessarily stepped in to show me how to take a photo with her phone. Svetlana quickly got in close, and I felt her big, heavy tits pushing up against my side.

Instantly turned on, I was then shocked to feel her free hand drop down my back and lightly brush against my butt.

Not only did this woman openly leer at me, she now enjoyed a surreptitious grope! Svetlana then stepped away once she was satisfied that I knew how to take the photo, gave me a dirty smile, and joined the other women.

I snapped off shots while the women moved around. They put their arms around each other, and then posed with their arms up in the air. They then all laughed, and turned around with their butts thrust outward. I took more photos and they giggled wildly.

Once they were done with their photos, Svetlana walked up to me again. She looked down at my crotch, and smiled mischievously. I had never been so blatantly objectified in my life.

I handed the phone back to Svetlana, and as she gently took it from me, she touched my bicep and made a kissing motion with her bright red lips, and then ran a long-nailed finger sexily down my arm. She smiled again, and I shivered with embarrassment and excitement.

"We take photo of you now?" Svetlana asked.

"Ummm, I don't think so," I replied nervously. "Not dressed like this!"

Svetlana wouldn't take no for an answer. "Photo of Aussie boy Matt?" she smiled.

The other three women all giggled at this, and Karine said, "Please, please, can we get photo of you?"

Her English was far better than Svetlana's, but still thickly accented. It was also very, very hot.

"So we can show our friends in Russia this sexy, sexy boy who help us?" Zasha added, her level of English similar to that of Karine. At this, they all howled with laughter.

"Okay, okay, " I laughed mildly.

Svetlana started snapping photos. She spoke animatedly in Russian, and Karine then laughed. "My mother want you pose properly, not just be standing there like nobody."

Again, feeling a little trapped and vulnerable, and also somewhat eager to please these demanding and sexy women, I complied. I clenched my arms at my side, made fists, and flexed my muscles.

I raised my folded arms above my head, stretching out my torso, and looked downward in what I imagined to be an enticingly macho, male-model-style pose.

All of the women clapped and giggled at this, enjoying both my exotic posing and my obvious willingness to follow direction. I was a little surprised at this myself, but again, my lack of clothing pushed me into complete compliance.

I wanted to make these women happy and keep them on side. They were very cheeky, and I wasn't sure quite what they were capable of.

After a few more of these poses, the women talked amongst themselves in giggly Russian. Svetlana and Yelena then pushed their respective daughters, Karine and Zasha, toward me. Svetlana held up the phone.

"Photo of girls with sexy Aussie boy!" she demanded. The two teenagers moved in either side of me and immediately put their arms around my waist in a surprisingly familiar and friendly pose. They both rested their other hands on my muscled abdomen.

Their skin was soft and smooth, and I placed my arms around their supple shoulders in response. A mixture of perfume, deodorant and light perspiration rose up from their toned, youthful bodies. A shiver tore through my body, and I felt a serious stirring in my Speedos. Svetlana and Yelena clapped and smiled.

"Nice photo," Yelena said.

The older woman leered at me and added, "Smiling boy...sexy, sexy Aussie boy." Their continuing description of me as "sexy" made me sweat nervously, as did the way in which the older women looked at me in the plainly ravenous manner that a starving person would look at a plate of hot, steaming food.

They took a few more photos, and then Yelena said something to Svetlana in Russian. They both smiled and looked at me with what looked like a truly filthy sense of purpose.

Svetlana smiled and pointed at my Speedos.

"You take off," she laughed. "Photo of sexy Aussie boy, no pants! Naked Aussie boy! You take off!"

I looked back at her in shock. "No way," I gulped. "I can't do that...I can't just take off my pants here!"

Svetlana then pointed again at my Speedos, and said more fiercely. "You take off!" I was shocked by the level of aggression in her voice...but excited too.

I really didn't know where this was going, and the thought of being completely nude in public made me nervous as well as turned on. Svetlana talked to the giggling Karine and Zasha in Russian, pointing at me all the time.

Karine smiled. "My mother, she want you to strip off these pants...she want photo with no pants. She getting angry," the naughty teen laughed.

I shuddered.

"But this is a public place...someone might come. I could get arrested if someone sees me naked and rings the cops! I can't show my dick out here," I meekly replied, almost begging.

Yelena then yelled in Russian to her smiling daughter Zasha, who duly translated. She looked up at me innocently like she was just the messenger, even while I felt the naughty teen's hand resting on my butt, and then her finger inching into my butt crack over my Speedos.

"My mother say to take off pants for sexy photo, or we take off pants for you," Zasha explained. "Four lady, one boy. We fight you. Easy. Rip off pants. You take pants off now, or we take off pants and throw down there," Zasha laughed, and pointed at the nearby cliff. "Then boy has no pants. What happen to boy then? Boy naked with nothing."

Karine cackled at this uproariously.

"You should take off pants now...my mother is strong woman, and she not happy now," the dark haired Karine warned with a naughty smile. "Maybe she grab Matt's balls by mistake when she pull off Matt's swimming pants," she laughed, making a squeezing motion with her right hand, just for emphasis in case I didn't get the idea.

"Ouch, ouch," Zasha giggled.

Svetlana then pointed at me again and said firmly, "Time for pants off, sexy Aussie boy! Now! Pants off! Show us dick!"

Zasha and Karine stepped away from me, practically licking their lips, and looked me up and down.

"Let's see cock," Karine said.

I hesitated but slowly undid the drawstring of my Speedos. I couldn't believe what I was about to do, but I didn't have much choice: either "voluntarily" get completely nude in front of four demanding Russian women, or be stripped and man-handled by them and then left naked with my Speedos at the bottom of a cliff. In short, I was at the mercy of these cackling Russian vixens.

Sure, I'd flopped my cock out of my Speedos on the beach a few times in the past, and I loved women checking me out, but this was very, very different.

When I'd flashed my package for women on the beach, I still had my Speedos on. It was only for a few minutes, and I was in control. Plus, there was no real danger of being arrested.

I only let my dick dangle if I thought the women were already checking me out, and were excited to see more. I made sure that nobody else could see what I was doing.

In this situation with these Russian tourists, I was powerless. Svetlana, Yelena, Zasha and Karine all looked at me in hungry anticipation.

"Show us dick," Svetlana said again impatiently. "Take pants off now!"

I slowly slid down my swimming trunks. I felt them first clear my butt, and then jump over my now half-erect and very large penis, which flopped up and down a little as my Speedos passed over it.

My light patch of neatly trimmed pubic hair was freely displayed, as were my now gently swinging balls. I stood with my legs apart, and stopped with my Speedos wedged halfway down across my thighs.

All four women paused in shock, looked at each other in obvious amusement and satisfaction, and then burst out laughing, doubled over and practically screaming at seeing a tall, muscled, strong-looking man drop his pants for them in public...all just because they told him to.

The women obviously liked what they saw. Svetlana pointed right at my slowly swelling manhood.

"Very nice...big boy, big boy," she laughed, her tits heaving in lewd appreciation of my exposed manhood.

I started to pull my Speedos back up hopefully, and figured that these Russian tourists had had their fun after seeing what I was packing down below.

"No, no, no," Yelena yelled, holding out her right hand. "Take off pants and give to me...I like look at pants."

I gingerly lowered the Speedos down over my legs and then stepped out of them, grabbing them with my right hand and holding them out to Yelena.

The devious Russian practically yanked them out of my hand, and then spun them around suggestively on her finger like she was doing a party trick.

I was completely and utterly birthday-bare, with nothing left to cover my manhood. These horny Russian female tourists had forced me to strip completely nude in public, and they loved it.

"Don't worry, maybe I give pants back," Yelena giggled. "But maybe I keep."

I was worried about getting caught, and instinctively covered my penis with my hands, which prompted roars from the women.

"No, no! We get photo of this one," Svetlana said.

She pointed at my cock, and then talked to Karine in Russian. The salacious teen looked up at me.

"My mother want you to do nice pose again," Karine said. "Looking like a sexy naked boy."

Again, I raised my folded arms above my head, and stretched my torso out, my dick half-erect but still dangling heavily downward. Svetlana snapped off a bunch of photos as I moved around posing.

I flexed my muscles, and tried to look as sexy and masculine as I could, which was difficult when I was being bossed around by four women.

Embarrassingly, Svetlana even went in tight for some extreme close-ups of my dick.

"Very nice," she laughed. "Show all my friends big dick Aussie boy photo when we get home. They like naked Matt."

As the women cheered me on, I turned around and bent over to give them a good look at my toned butt. All four women clapped and laughed, and I turned around, full-frontal again. Karine smiled.

"I have never seen this before," she laughed, and gestured at my foreskin. "Funny...but still, a nice big dick for us to look at. A really, really big dick."

Svetlana took a few more photos, and with all the continued attention, my half-erect penis really roared to life. Despite my best efforts, I had a full-blown boner.

Yelena spotted it first and laughed hysterically. "Hard-on," she shouted, as if she'd spotted a fifty-dollar note on the ground. The laughing and pointing escalated, and the cheeky Karine made another crack about my rampant erection.

"You must really like us," she smiled. "Look at this. Your big dick is now huge dick!"

They all laughed again, and then talked to each other in Russian. Svetlana gestured toward some bushes and small trees a few metres away.