CFNM thought.

July 23, 2007 at 11:21 am (cfnm, exhibitionism, kink, Uncategorized)

There seems to be two kinds of CFNM. The kink breaks down into two subcategories, as far as I can tell.

There’s the submissive male, stripper people. Which is where I first encountered it. This is usually a scene where a man, often a stripper, is naked in front of a bunch of women. Often the women have tricked him, coerced or forced the male to remove his clothes. This often ends in the women masturbating the man into orgasm.

The other type is the prostitute fantasy, as I call it. Where the man is naked but the woman is clothed, and she gives him a blowjob and handjob. This is often one on one and seems to be more of a normal oral sex act with just a little twist: the man is naked but the woman isn’t. This one really seems to be more about the clothing. The submissive scenario seems to be more about the man being embarrased. Like it’s a form of exhibitionism. The prostitute fantasy seems to be about the woman wearing clothes and being in a rush.

I was right. They call it positive CFNM and negative CFNM. I’m learning all kinds of things about this fetish. It’s new to me. Apparently CFNM was invented on this site, Sensations for Women.  From there it got out into the general population. It’s been picked up by print porn mags and has grown beyond the initial community that started it.

Apparently the boys aren’t letting the girls play, according to this post. Maybe there’s a female friendly board out there. That sounds like more fun for me, anyway.

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Another gallery and story

July 21, 2007 at 12:49 pm (cfnm, pics, stories)

pureCFNM.com – the best place on the net for REAL cfnm content

Three girls are working away at the computer when they catch the cleaner staring up Laura’s skirt. The girls are furious and pull him up onto the desk so they can spank him. They really manhandle the poor cleaner and start pulling at his clothes trying to expose him to see how he likes it. They soon have him naked and decide to take their anger out on his cock – taking it in turns to flick it and slap it. Eventually they decide to see if his pathetic cock gets any bigger and they take turns to wank him. Ayla even straddles his face so he can see right up her skirt. This sends him over the top and he unleashes a huge amount of cum which the girls insist he cleans up before they get back from their lunch break.cfnm3.jpg

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My First CFNM Experience

July 20, 2007 at 7:29 pm (bdsm, cfnm, exhibitionism, femdom, kink)

by SamFrench

After parking my car down the street, I couldn’t believe I was actually walking up to the house. The neighborhood was in an upscale section of Old Towne Alexandria and the house was beautiful.

The email had stated this would be a private party and to arrive exactly at 7 pm. I didn’t know how many others would be here but I didn’t care, I was anxious for the experience and my heart was racing as I rang the doorbell.

First, let me explain how I got here. No, not which way I’d driven but what had brought me to this momentous event.

I had come across the term CFNM and had seen some pics on the Internet. The more I “googled” CFNM, the more I became amazed at the wild scenes and stories depicting “Clothed Female, Nude Male” scenarios. I had always had a weakness for gorgeous, dominant women, women so hot and self-assured, they always ‘got what they wanted’ by controlling men. The thought of being a woman’s play toy turned me on immensely.

As a boy, I had come across a magazine depicting two young women walking in on a guy as he was changing in the pool house for a swim party. The images stuck in my brain as if burned into my memory by the electric jolts, which had coursed through my body and groin that first time I saw them. The fact that the women seemed to enjoy and laugh at the boy’s predicament only heightened my arousal. Instead of walking out, the women stood and pointed to the size of his equipment, lingering to take in more views of his hardening cock. They ordered him to display his penis, close-up, before allowing him to go swimming. Of course, he was made to swim in the nude while they swam in bikinis. Those erotic images ignited me and formed the basis for my growing obsession with this type of dominant female scenario.

I was scouring the internet when I came across an adult site that posted ads, including those looking for men interested in CFNM to apply for a private party. The ad posted the name of the city and a contact email. Since I lived in a town nearby, I thought, why not. I never thought it would change my life!

I’m in my early forties but am curse with the libido of a twenty something. I keep my physique with an active lifestyle and sports; mostly soccer, running and swimming. I was a varsity soccer player and triathlete in college, so I was pretty confident about my physical appearance, muscular but not too bulky.

A reply to my initial email was specific, ‘demanding’ background information, along with full, frontal photographs both clothed and in the nude. The demand itself was so arousing I promptly took the pictures, typed my information and sent an email back that same morning! They must have been impressed because their reply came that afternoon, giving me instructions on where to be and when.

So here I was, anxiously pushing the doorbell button. Over the pounding of my heart, I could hear the resonant tones, echoing behind the closed door as it announced my arrival. Patiently I waited, shifting my weight from foot to foot. My palms began to sweat as I looked around the neighborhood, nervously wondering if the neighbors knew ‘what goes on’ in this house.

Suddenly a beautiful young woman in her early 20’s opened the door. She gave me the impression of being the housekeeper, although she wasn’t wearing a traditional maid’s uniform. She wore a short, blue dress that accentuated her body and was cut low enough to offer the beginning bulges of pert breasts. She had shoulder length, brown hair with highlights in it and her green eyes seemed to look right through me.

“Good evening,” she said bowing her head, “My name is Gina. Would you follow me, please?”

My mind was racing. This was no dominant woman.

I followed her into the foyer, watching and admiring her tight young ass. I knew this would definitely be an interesting evening. Gina led me into a front parlor where five men, with drinks in hand, were seated on love seats lined up against one wall. I thought the email stated exactly 7 PM. Why were these guys here already? My heart was really pounding now!

Guiding me to my own love seat, Gina looked into my eyes and in her submissive voice asked quietly, “Do you care for a drink as well?”

“Rum and coke, please,” I answered with a smile as I sat down.

I figured the rum would calm my nerves. The other guys were all enjoying mixed drinks. We exchanged somewhat knowing glances, looking each other over and sizing up the “competition” so to speak. We were all more-or-less attractive, clean-cut and fairly athletic.

Gina returned with my drink, handing it to me with a polite smile but her eyes hinted at something devious.

“Please follow me, gentlemen,” she announced softly.

She led us past several ornately furnished rooms and into a formal living room at the back of the house. A couple of us let out audible gasps as we were met with the sight of three of the most beautiful women we’d ever seen.

Gina introduced the beauties to us, starting with Ms. Jill. She was an older woman, maybe fifty, but looking much closer to thirty, with shoulder length, blonde hair and a stunning figure on her 5’11” frame. She looked like a former Playboy model that still enjoyed the admiring glances of men half her age. She wore a form-fitting, royal blue blazer with a matching skirt and no blouse.

Ms Jill smiled at all of us in a confident way that let us know right off, she was the one in charge.

Then Gina announced Ms. Patty, who was equally stunning. She was probably in her thirties, although she also looked much younger than her years. She wore a white silk blouse that hinted at full 34D breasts and a tiny waist, along with black slacks that accentuated her nice round ass.

Ms. Patty smiled at us approvingly with her doe-like brown eyes and full lips before sitting down on the couch.

Ms. Ashleigh was the last of our lovely hostesses, a beautiful redhead in her late 20s. She had the body of a stripper and the face of an angel, with piercing blue eyes that showed she was ready for some action. She wore a black, clingy silk top that showed off her heaving tits with their erect nipples. Her tight skirt was slit way up on one side, showing her long dancer’s legs and stiletto heels.

She remained standing alongside Ms. Jill as they looked us all over.

One of the guys started to cross the room to say hello, when Ms. Jill, with a motion of her hand, stopped him in mid-stride. She stated matter-of-factly that we would only speak when spoken to and immediately follow all instructions given by any woman.

The room chilled perceptibly as we realized we’d crossed the point of no return and were no longer in charge. Jill looked piercingly at all of us.

“Go to the far wall and each stand before one of the six chairs.” Ms Jill ordered.

We obediently walked across the room and chose a chair to stand before.

Extending her delicate arm, Ms Jill pointed at the first guy on her far left and asked, “What is your name?”

The tall black guy took in a breath and answered in a deep voice, “Andrew, Ma’am.”

Ms Jill gave Andrew an approving smile and moved on to the next, “What is your name?”

“Steve, Mistress. Jill,” he answered bowing his head, careful not to make eye contact.

Out the corner of my eye, I was watching as the other three men stated their names, each trying to ‘out do’ the one before them. After Mike and Tony and Jim, she finally came to me.

“So, did I save the best for last?” she said laughing before asking my name.

I wasn’t sure how to answer her now. Was that an actual question?

“Yes, I believe you have and my name is Sam, Ma’am,” I answered hesitantly.

“Ahhh, we still have a feisty one here, eh?” Ms Jill commented, gently caressing her button chin.

Bored and obviously ready for more than idle chit-chat, Ashleigh turned to Jill and whispered, “When is the action going to start?”

Jill looked at her with a devilish smile and then turned to us.

“Take off all your clothing and place them on the chairs behind you.”

We immediately started unbuttoning our shirts and pants. Barely able to control my trembling fingers as I fumbled with the buttons of my shirt, I kicked off my shoes.

All the while, the Mistresses, including Gina were about 10 feet away, taking in the scene. Mistress Patty had stood up, not wanting to miss any of the show.

Soon we were naked in front of our audience of beautiful females. The temperature in the room seemed perfect, although I couldn’t help but feel a chill go through me while at the same time getting flushed and starting to sweat.

The women looked at each other, smiling.

Suddenly, with a wide smirk, Mistress Patty playfully announced in the sweetest southern accent, “Before we can continue with any activities, you Gentlemen will need to be arranged according to size.” Her speech was as thick as molasses and twice as sweet. I noticed myself staring at her luscious mouth before reacting to her command.

We shuffled around, lining up by height; me at one end, the others in between and Andrew at the other end since I was almost a foot shorter than this tall, black guy who looked like a running back.

The ladies giggled and laughed as we moved around, then Patty clarified her earlier command, “No, no, no gentlemen, we want you to line up by the size of your manly attributes, you know, your cocks!” The use of the word shocked me, yet aroused me all the more since it came from such a classy woman with such a sweet accent. But it also made it obvious to all of us who was in charge.

We looked hesitatingly down at each other’s pricks to determine the order. Tony’s cock seemed to hang lower than Andrew’s did, so he moved down to the end. Steve and Mike seemed to be about the same size, about 6 inches soft, so they just randomly took spots 3 and 4. Jim was a little bigger than I was, so I stayed in my spot.

My cock always retreated when soft, so I knew I’d probably be the smallest. At any other time, just being in the presence of four beautiful women like this would’ve gotten me hard, but standing in front of other men made it limp and about 3 inches. The women were obviously pleased with the size of the first four cocks, especially Tony and Andrew. Tony had that Italian Stallion look and Andrew was an ebony Adonis, ripped and muscular.

Gina walked over to a small table in the corner, returning with rulers to confirm our sizes.

Ashleigh walked up to Tony, picked up his somewhat swollen dick as if it were an inanimate object and gently laid it down on the ruler.

“His cock measures 8 inches,” she announced, drawing appreciable smiles and nods from the women.

Next was Andrew.

Ashleigh made a big show of picking up his massive, veined cock.

“I need to be precise here,’ she mumbled with wide eyes. “I don’t want his big balls to throw off the measurement.”

Abruptly she pushed the edge of the ruler back, forcing his balls flat against his legs, before letting his cock flop down onto the ruler.

Andrew let out a small wince, biting his lower lip at the harsh treatment but holding still for the beautiful vixen.

“Hmmm. 7.5 inches at rest,” Ashleigh announced with a wink and a broad smile.

Down the line she went, with Steve and Mike measuring 6.5 and 6 inches respectively, ending with Jim measuring about 4 inches and me coming in last with 3.

I could feel my embarrassment rising as each measurement was repeated for Gina to jot down on a notepad.

Patty then announced, “We need to measure each of you for circumference now.”

She took out a cloth tape measure, sizing us up in reverse order and again announcing the results to Gina. Thank God, Patty was much gentler than Ashleigh had been. She was relishing the feel of each of our cocks as she held them up to wrap the tape around them.

My cock started to inflate before it was my turn, watching the measuring and peeking down Miss Patty’s silk blouse, as she seemed to make a big production of the whole process. As she measured me, I was blissfully aware of her warm breath on my dick, making it swell all the more in her hands.

When Miss Patty had finished, Jill stepped forward and said, “The next measurement is how far your balls hang down. Get up on the chairs and face the wall. When I get to you, bend over and squat for me.”

I was shocked at the position she expected us to take up, but stepped up onto my chair and silently faced the wall. My genitals were tingling with both apprehension and excitement. I’m sure the position was partly to give them better access, but also to humiliate us and put us in our place, mere servants of these luscious goddesses. Either way, it worked.

Andrew was by far the winner, his massive balls hung almost six inches below his crotch. Mistress Jill seemed to enjoy this ‘measurement taking’ the most, as she stroked Andrew’s balls and pulled on his sack, stretching it out a bit more before letting go. His balls were like plums in a silk pouch, as she seemed to take a very long time in getting the measurement.

She cupped us all firmly, again reinforcing that we were mere play toys, selected for the sheer pleasure and amusement of the ladies.

All this action and measuring was taking its toll on us, our cocks were inflating with every touch.

Mistress Patty noticed our excitement was ‘throwing off’ the order and insisted we be measured again.

The women took great delight in the fact the process had to be repeated.

My cock was sticking almost straight up, as were most, except for Tony’s and Andrew’s, which still hung down at a slight angle. They made us get off the chairs and line up facing them again.

Mistress Ashleigh spoke loudly, “Gentlemen, grab your cocks and jerk them off. Get them nice and hard for me this time! I don’t want to have to repeat this process again.”

After a few strokes and glazed stares at these sexy vixens, I was totally erect.

Mistress Ashleigh smacked my hand away from my throbbing cock with her ruler before positioning it against the underside of my dick, pressing my cock into my abs with her other hand. I now measured six inches, double my soft state, but it was the thick girth that made Ashleigh smile approvingly. She wrapped her hand around my swollen phallus and pumped a few more times until pre-cum formed at the tip. Then, nonchalantly she called Gina over.

“Lick his cock Gina; we don’t want a mess on the hardwood floors, now do we?”

Gina smiled before bending over to lick my upheld cockhead. Mistress Ashleigh pumped me twice more before letting go as my dick lodged firmly between Gina’s lips. I almost groaned, the feeling was so delicious, but knew better not to. Gina pulled back, letting my dick plop out of her mouth and against my stomach, making her giggle. She was as young and adorable as the others were classy and beautiful. I was still trying to understand Gina’s hierarchy position in the group.

Down the line again she went, Mistress Ashleigh measuring with Gina cleaning off the dicks afterwards, whether they were leaking or not! Jim also measured at six inches, while Steve was now 7.5″ and Mike was 7″.

Gina’s ministrations made our cockheads glisten as our dicks bobbed with every heartbeat. All the teasing of these female visions of beauty was having an obvious effect on us. Our cocks lolled up and down obscenely as we yearned for release.

Mistress Ashleigh was almost drooling as she neared Andrew, who was still slowly pumping his enormous cock. Although it never seemed totally hard, it was a spongy fleshtube that stuck out half a foot past his clenched fist. Mistress Ashleigh wrapped her visibly trembling hand around his throbbing meat and stroked him a few more times, then measured him at 10.5 inches.

Gina’s eyes grew huge as she parted her delicate lips, trying to take his bulbous head into her mouth. The head was almost the size of a tennis ball, deep purple in color and very shiny. Gina methodically cleaned him off longer than the rest, which showed in the fact that his cock was now almost totally erect.

Mistress Ashleigh stopped dead in her tracks when she looked at Tony and realized his cock was even bigger. She dropped to her knees and held his cock with the hand holding the ruler while her other hand pulled down on his balls.

She giddily announced, “I need a yardstick. This ruler is too short!”

Prepared for such an eventuality, Gina grabbed a yardstick that had been propped against the wall.

In awe, Mistress Ashleigh held Tony’s member out while Gina held the ruler between his legs.

Gasping Gina announced, “13.25 inches!”

Mistress Jill shot Gina a glare, putting her back in her place. After all, it was Mistress Jill’s party.

The women livened up at the prospect of having six good-sized tools to play with.

Mistress Patty came over to Jim and me, grabbing a cock in each of her hands.

Ashleigh grabbed Tony and Andrew while Jill grabbed Mike and Steve. We were led by our dicks toward the love seats before the women sat down, now face level with our cocks. Seeing down Mistress Patty’s blouse, glimpsing her sheer white bra, was making my cock swell even more. She felt my meat twitch, giving me a warm smile. All this handling of cocks was starting to affect her, not being the hard domineering type like Mistresses Jill and Ashleigh.

Suddenly Mistress Jill announced, “Now we’re going to see how much control you boys have. We will alternately suck your cocks for 5 minutes each, then you will move to the next seat. The first ‘to cum’ will perform a special task as punishment.”

With that Mistress Jill leaned forward and swallowed Mike’s cock like a pro while gently pumping on Steve’s turgid organ.

Mistress Patty leaned forward and took in Jim’s rod while pumping my cock, keeping my attention high. After a few licks she switched to me, taking the head and half the shaft into her warm, wet mouth. She hummed as she bobbed up and down, taking a little more each time. By the fifth stroke, she had her nose against my pubes before pulling back all the way and letting my cock pop out of her mouth, almost like Gina had earlier.

The sounds that filled the room were a huge turn-on. Three beautiful women were sucking and stroking two cocks at a time as the men’s breathing got heavier and heavier. The earlier clinical examinations of our cocks now became ravenous feasts.

Mistress Ashleigh was alternately rubbing the huge cocks she held all over her face before sliding the enormous heads into her mouth. Her lip-gloss had totally rubbed off on their shafts as her saliva and their precum provided the only lubrication to help the pink and purple mushroom heads of Tony and Andrew pass her tautly stretched lips. Size did not slow Ashleigh down as she firmly stuffed the cocks into her ravenous mouth.

The time was up as we switched; Jim and I passed to Mistress Jill, while Tony and Andrew passed to Mistress Patty, and Mike and Steve passed to Mistress Ashleigh.

Mistress Jill was almost as enthusiastic as Mistress Patty but displayed a bit more control in her oral skills. She took our cocks into her mouth to get them even wetter, and then slid them down her ample cleavage. She was bending our cocks downward almost painfully, if it wasn’t for the fact that it felt so great. Her breasts must’ve been 36DDs as her bra pushed them up so much they met in a fleshy crease half a foot long. Her massive tits spilling over the top of her bra made it a huge, visual turn-on as well.

Our time with Mistress Jill was up way too quickly before we switched again.

Mistress Ashleigh grabbed my cock and smacked it against her cheek a couple of times before swallowing it to the hilt. My glans hit the back of her mouth and then some, as her throat muscles squeezed tight. I thought I’d cum right then and there, but held off, just barely. Her red-haired beauty was striking, as she demonstrated her unquestionable skill at giving head. She must like rough sex, since she was the most firm in her oral and manual caresses. She was doing everything she could to make me cum, but I held out my turn.

Jim wasn’t so lucky, or was he? As soon as Mistress Ashleigh buried his cock in her throat, he started spasming. She pulled back about six inches and pumped his cock, watching the first of numerous spurts as they flew towards her. The first one hit her left cheek; the next few her chin and the remainder hit her blouse. She led go of me and called for Gina again.

Gina knew her duties, as she licked the remaining cum off Jim’s spent cock. I was amazed at how Ashleigh was able to control his orgasm, ensuring that none of his cum hit the floor. What was it about the damn floors that made them so special? Or maybe they wanted to make sure none of our seed was wasted?

The view must’ve been too much for Mike, since he too started to cum. Mistress Patty did her best to finish him off, pumping his cock with her tiny fist, coating her face and upper chest with his cum. Mike huffed like a steam locomotive, giving it his all.

Gina quickly dropped to her knees and licked him clean, taking him deep inside her throat to make sure she got every last drop.

Shaking her head from side to side, Miss Ashleigh then looked at the spent men.

“Jim, you came first! As punishment, you are to lick your mess off my blouse. Do it now!” she ordered.

Jim was enjoying his punishment too much as he licked the cum off her blouse, squeezing her breasts to bring them up to his mouth.

Mistress Ashleigh must’ve liked it too, since I heard her moan a few times. “Now, lick the mess from Mistress Patty also.”

Jim hesitated for a moment. He had never tasted another man’s cum before.

“I said Now, James!” Mistress Ashleigh ordered, pushing his face into Mistress Patty’s cum covered cleavage.

With a wince, Jim began lapping up Mike’s spilt cum from Mistress Patty’s body.

Quivers ran through my trembling frame as I looked on in disbelief, wondering if I could have obeyed such an order.

When Jim had finished his task, he and Mike were ordered to stand off to the side with Gina, who glanced down at their cocks once more, possibly wishing she could have more of their juice.

Mistress Jill rose from her seat.

“Since the time has expired with some of you still needing release, we’re going to play another game. You will stand in a line, allowing us to jerk you off. The one who shoots the quickest, will win a prize. The one who shoots the most will win a prize. And the one who shoots the furthest, will win a prize. Any questions?”

Those of us remaining nodded ‘no’ in unison as we lined up.

This time, Mistress Ashleigh grabbed a handful of Tony, Mistress Jill grabbed Andrew’s ebony meat and Mistress Patty grabbed my throbbing tool.

Mistress Jill ordered Gina to assist Steve and of course, she quickly obliged. We stood facing the middle of the room as the women knelt behind us, reaching around to jerk off our cocks. The feel of Mistress Patty’s soft tits in that silk blouse pressed against my ass was having it’s effect and I wanted to cum to win the prize but Steve beat me to it and came as if on fire. He shot a good foot in front of him as Gina expertly pumped his pulsing hose.

Andrew came next, depositing a huge load directly in front of him, the thick white goo dribbled out more than spurted. His cock never got above horizontal, so it just dripped out for what seemed like forever.

Tony came right after Andrew, making grunting sounds as he shot about two feet in front of him. His orgasm was the most violent, which made the women giggle.

Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore and shot my load.

Mistress Patty had been so gentle with her strokes, she’d held me off the longest. She also seemed to have a ‘special talent’ for pumping the semen out of me, because when I shot, the first one went about three feet in front of me. The next spurt went even further, hitting the floor about four feet away. The next several spurts went out about 2 feet, until a few remaining spasms just brought more cum to the tip. Patty turned me around by my cock and licked the juice off the end of my dick. Finally, Mistress Patty stood up giving me a big hug.

I was in my own world for what felt like an eternity. I didn’t notice the others. I guess the ladies wanted to keep the floor clean for this last event, making sure the “playing field” was clear for documenting the results.

The final tally was; I’d won the prize for shooting the furthest. Steve won for shooting the quickest and Andrew won for the biggest load.

Gina was instructed ‘to clean’ us all off before we were allowed to sit down.

“Well gentleman,” Mistress Jill began. “Did you enjoy your first CFNM experience?”

We all nodded affirmatively. As a prize, the three of us would be given Gina’s services for an entire night of our choosing. Gina virtually beamed as she thought about three nights off from her duties, filled with unbridled sex.

As we exchanged proud smiles, Mistress Jill turned to all of us. “You will now dress before leaving the house. You will receive an email tomorrow with instructions. If you choose to follow them, you will become a sex-toy for a small, select group of women. This was the audition and you all passed. You will accord each of the ladies the same respect you gave us tonight. Periodically, we will meet as a group, to enjoy your services together. If you have any questions, Gina will answer them on your way out.”

With that she turned to Patty and Ashleigh, the three beauties departing the room. Everyone must’ve liked the idea though, as we had all started regaining our erections. Gina smiled wickedly and said, “Gentlemen, we can’t have you going out like that,” as she proceeded to suck each of us off again.

But that’s a story for another time…

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CFNM story and movies

July 19, 2007 at 12:24 pm (cfnm, exhibitionism, movies, stories, submission)

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This site

has Clothed Female, Naked Male stories and even a few videos of the action.

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CFNM from violet blue

July 13, 2007 at 8:37 pm (cfnm, kink)

 Violet Blue jumps on the CFNM bandwagon. She’s got some good links and stuff.

tiny nibbles – violet blue
Image via this free gallery.

I recently discovered a nice nest of CFNM blogs (clothed female, naked male) via my Australian, female pro-porn pal Ms. Naughty’s superlative CFNM resource guide. They’re all connected somehow, and link to affiliate paysites, but the pics and video samples are all free and a whole hell of a lot of fun. This weekend I’ve been peeping the basic Original CFNM Blog, Yehu’s CFNM BlogCFNM Blog (which often links to galleries at paysite Pure CFNM). Oh, the fun to be had passing a naked guy around with the girls — all the smiles and playful amateur antics (as in, not porn stars) look like a lot of fun to me 🙂 and my new fave, cfnm070707.jpg

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More CFNM

July 8, 2007 at 4:53 pm (bdsm, cfnm, kink)

CFNM – Clothed Female Naked Male Sex Stories, Fem Dom Humiliation Fantasies, Wild Bachelorette Parties

I Found Out My Boss is Into CFNM

Anna had been working as a legal secretary for a couple of years when the firm assigned her to work for the biggest jerk she ever met. Peter was a hot shot young attorney and was more demanding and demeaning than Anna dreamed possible. After a few months of long, thankless hours, Anna was seriously considering quitting when she stumbled upon something quite unexpected. She was using her bosses computer, even though he had told her many times not to, her computer had been running painstakingly slow all day. By sheer dumb luck Anna made what would prove to be a very fortuitous typo.

She had meant to type ‘CN’ into the search box for ‘case number’ but the phone rang as she was typing and she sloppily mashed the keys. When she hit the ‘c’ she also grazed the ‘f’ next to it, and when she hit the ‘n’ she nudged the adjacent ‘m’ key. She didn’t immediately register her mistake and stared blankly at page after page of search results for ‘CFNM’ as she jotted down the phone message.

After a moment she realized she made a typo but was perplexed what all these ‘CFNM’ files were. The contents were password encrypted, all she could see was ‘CFNM 1023’ and ‘CFNM 598’ and so on. She looked in the upper left, “2,548 results for ‘cfnm'” reported the search box. “What the hell is a CFNM?” She mused out loud.

So she typed in this unfamiliar acronym into google’s search box and after a couple of clicks was staring rather dumbfoundedly at a picture of a tanned muscular young man stroking a very large cock in front of five well-dressed, professional looking women sitting on a couch sipping wine. “Clothed female nude male,” she read out loud. “Holy Shit.”

Anna was now quite interested in getting at the contents of those files but her knowledge of computers was pretty basic. She instantly thought of Jessica, another legal secretary at the firm who fancied herself somewhat of a computer hacker and hated Peter just as much as Anna. After a brief phone call Jessica said, with some excitement, “I’m on my way” and Anna went back to browsing her Google search results.

Jessica arrived before Anna knew it and apparently she did know a thing or two about computers because about an hour later the two secretaries were sitting, mouths agape, looking at image after image of Peter, completely naked, with various, fully clothed females.

“Oh my god, that’s Mrs. Kellerman, she’s a client.” Anna balked. “I can’t believe he was stupid enough to leave these files on his work computer, encrypted or not.”

“Do you know what this means? These pictures could destroy his career. We finally have that prick by the balls,” enthused Jessica.

“You know, I think all the secretaries have been working too damn hard. Its time to have some fun,” schemed Anna.

The next morning began like any other for Peter McDonald. He got up early, jogged a few miles, had a protein shake, slipped into a thousand dollar Italian suit and jetted to work in a flashy red Ferrari. He strolled into his 10th floor corner office and barked at Anna, “Do you have last night’s dictations?”

“On your desk sir,” Anna said coyly.

Peter opened the dictation folder and spilled half of his $5 Starbucks coffee drink all down the front of his expensive suit. He was too stunned to yell, curse, or slam his fist on the desk. In the folder was the picture of himself completely naked and stroking his cock inches from the fully clothed Nancy Kellerman, one of the firms biggest clients and a short handwritten note. Peter knew this picture would ruin his career if the senior partners got a hold of it and wondered how he could have possibly been so careless. He picked up the note, immediately recognizing Anna’s handwriting.

“Peter you are by far the biggest prick I have ever worked for. Because of this I was only slightly surprised to see what a big cock you have. I’m sure you know what would happen if I email these pictures to everyone in the firm address book but luckily for you that doesn’t have to happen. Here’s what does need to happen. In your bottom drawer you’ll find a gold sequin thong I left for you. Take off all your clothes and put on that thong. Once you’re sitting at your desk wearing nothing but a thong, buzz me in. You’ve been a prick to half the secretaries on this floor, and today we’re going to have some fun.”

Peter was stunned. He knew he had little choice but sat there for the better part of an hour in silence trying to think of some way out. Even Peter’s brilliant mind could not scheme his way out of this one, his own carelessness (and horniness) had gotten him into this situation and the only way out was to swallow his pride. At least that’s what he tried to tell himself. He slipped out of his expensive silk suit until he was standing behind his oversized oak desk, mooning half of downtown, examining that wisp of fabric Anna had generally referred to as a thong. The back was about as thick as dental floss and the front was a tiny triangle no more than a few square inches. He realized it was probably a female thong, but left without any options, slipped it on.

He looked at himself in the full-length mirror opposite his desk and instantly wished he hadn’t. The fabric barely covered his penis, even while it was soft and his shaved balls hung out lewdly. He almost lost it right there and put his suit back on but there was a lot at stake. Resigned he sat back at his desk and buzzed Anna. “I’m ready in here,” he said with none of his customary confidence.

Peter heard someone coming in the door and suddenly panicked that Anna had tricked him and 3 or 4 of the senior partners were about to walk in his office. He was ever slow slightly relieved when Anna walked in, eyes glued to the half of his body visible from the desk up, grinning wickedly. This small measure of relief quickly dissipated when Anna was followed by Jessica, who was followed by Marjory, Melissa, Sarah, Christine and Donna. Half of the secretaries on the floor, Peter cursed himself again for being so careless.

The ladies were giggling as they filed in, none of them had believed Anna’s outlandish story about Peter’s cfnm fetish.

“Ok Anna, can you please lock my door,” said Peter trying to retain some of his former authority.

“Sure Peter,” Anna said sweetly but only pretended to lock the door. “Now get out from behind that desk and shake that hot ass for us, some of us have work to do!” Anna produced a fat stack of one dollar bills and divvied them up between the 7 secretaries. Peter felt himself blushing already.

“Hurry the fuck up Peter, we don’t have all day,” Anna commanded in her best Peter imitation.

Peter stood up from the desk hesitantly and the instant his barely-there thong came into view the women broke into cheers and catcalls. To Peter they sounded just like a bunch of rowdy guys at a wet t-shirt contest at spring break. He could scarcely believe there was a bustling law office on the other side of the door and was instantly grateful for the soundproof walls. One of the ladies had turned on some music and they were all eyeing him expectantly.

Peter sighed and sauntered bashfully around the desk, starting to dance. Anna stood up and put the first dollar bill in Peter’s waistband and then slapped his ass as hard as she could leaving a big red handprint. “Shit,” Peter protested but it was drowned out by the secretaries’ cheers.

The ladies took Anna’s cue and began pinching Peter’s ass and sticking dollar bills in his waistband. Before long Anna started pushing the envelope and stuffed a dollar bill down the front of his thong, the back of her hand grazing Peter’s dick. This emboldened the ladies even more and in moments they were taking turns stuffing bills down Peter’s thong, grabbing his balls, rubbing his ass. Each time the ladies gave him a dollar they were copping more of a feel of his cock until they were literally stroking it several times before pulling their hand out.

Peter was quickly getting hard and there was no way that tiny thong was going to contain his dick. For a couple minutes it was shooting out at some absurd angle and then it flopped all the way out, bringing a new round of cheering. Now the ladies were taking turns tugging on his dick and one even got on her knees and gave it a lick.

“Ok ladies, we have to get back to work soon before someone notices we’re missing,” said Anna and Peter thought his ordeal must be over. “So Peter if you can just sit on your desk and masturbate for us, we’ll be all done here.”

Peter felt he should protest, that Anna was really taking this too far, but he was standing there naked in front of seven women and his dick was already hanging out leaking precum. Sheepishly, he hopped on the desk and started rubbing the precum all over the head of his penis. The ladies were going wild, yelling for him to stroke his dick and cum for them, pinching his nipples and playing with his balls.

Peter was pissed off and humiliated but very turned on as well. He could feel an powerful orgasm building quickly. His eyes rolled into the back of his skull has he jacked off feverishly and grunted like a caveman when he came, shooting all over the expensive carpeting.

As his eyes opened and he came back to reality he saw the secretaries all huddled around him giggling. Half of them had camera phones in their hands and Peter could only imagine the pictures they must have captured.

“Ok Peter I think that just about does it. I trust we can count on you to treat your secretaries with a lot more understanding and respect in the future?” said Anna and all seven women filed back out of the office as if nothing out of the ordinary had occurred.

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Big Apple CFNM – Fetish – Literotica.com

June 30, 2007 at 9:35 pm (cfnm, exhibitionism, kink, stories)

Big Apple CFNM – Fetish – Literotica.com

Big Apple CFNM

by SamFrench©


I had always wanted a true CFNM experience. I can’t explain what it is about it that turns me on so much. As luck would have it, I became friends with a couple, Melissa and Brad. We both belonged to a photo sharing site, and had exchanged some interesting pictures. As our communications progressed, we quickly realized we were compatible in many ways.

Melissa didn’t feel comfortable exposing herself totally, wanting to use clothing as a shield, maybe in a way to keep from compromising her marriage vows. All the pictures she posted on her site were very sexy, some very revealing, but she still drew the line at total nudity. She’s very attractive, long light-brown hair with blonde highlights cascading past her shoulders to just below her shoulder blades. Her body is that of a gymnast, very tight, muscular, yet curvy in just the right places. Her ass is so firm, belying her age, and her legs are strong, straight, and very defined. And her face is very attractive as well, with big blue eyes and a great smile.

Brad shared a fantasy with me to see her with another man, and we seemed to all agree that the upcoming trip to the Big Apple would be a perfect opportunity to see if things would progress. We decided we would meet at the hotel where my girlfriend Lori and I were staying. Lori and I had discussed things and had found a great place for dinner close to the hotel. Brad had already emailed some with Lori, so we knew they got along and wouldn’t mind if Melissa and I spent some time together.

Dinner was great, our meals were very good and the atmosphere was fun and charged with sexual energy. We walked the mile back to the hotel to work off some of the great food. We decided on after dinner drinks in the hotel’s executive bar on the top floor overlooking the river and the Statue of Liberty. The drinks flowed freely as my friend flirted openly with Brad.

Melissa asked to freshen up, so I offered to escort her down to the room. After a few minutes she came into the bedroom where I waited for her, sitting in a chair next to the bed. I asked if she was ready to go back up to the bar, but she thought we should give them some more time to get to know each other. I offered her my seat instead of having to sit on the bed, but she surprised me by sitting on my lap instead of letting me get up.

Before long we were kissing softly, then more passionately. Melissa is a great kisser and her body was quickly having an effect on me. I couldn’t keep my hands off her sexy body, but she kept stopping me every time I got too close to fondling her naked breasts under her clothes. Her tight ass rubbing against my crotch and passionate kisses were driving me crazy at this point.

We had discussed before how I was okay with being nude if she didn’t want to undress. I had told her how much her body turned me on and how I would love to rub my cock all over her. She could tell that my erection was struggling to get free, so she asked me if I wanted to get more comfortable by undoing my pants. She brushed against it with the back of her hand a few times, but didn’t seem to want any more than that. After a while I thought that it was all she wanted, so I offered to just go back upstairs with her if she didn’t feel comfortable doing more.

She said that maybe we should get cozy on the bed and reminded me of my fantasy. She removed her jacket and miniskirt but kept her thong and top on. Her firm legs were smooth as silk and her thong showed off her sexy ass. At this point, I would’ve agreed to anything.

I stripped off the rest of my clothes and joined her on the bed as we resumed kissing. I rubbed my cock on her and almost got inside her thong several times. Melissa rolled over and asked me to rub her all over. I knew what she meant as I took my rock-hard cock and began to caress her smooth skin with it. Her moaning and the way she moved her body signaled that she was enjoying it also as I continued to give her a full-body massage.

Before long I was doing everything short of inserting my cock into her wet pussy. By this time she had soaked through her thong and the head of my cock had slipped under the material, although the angle made penetration impossible. She kept to her word though and stayed clothed as she squirmed under me, grinding back against me and doing everything short of intercourse. I wasn’t sure what she wanted so I stopped again and asked her to talk to me. I didn’t know if she wanted things to progress or wanted to return to the bar.

She told me she was enjoying everything and that she really wanted me to cum on her like we’d talked about before. We kissed again and I began rubbing the head of my cock against her slit, driving me crazy. She was moving her hips in a circular motion, signaling how much she was enjoying it as well. She could hear my breathing quicken and then I told her I was going to cum. She pulled her shirt up to keep from soaking it as I unloaded a huge load of cream on her back. She was covered from her shoulder blades down to just above her thong as she relished in the feeling of the hot fluid against her soft skin.

We lay there for a few, enjoying the intensity of the experience. I fetched a towel to wipe her down before dressing and returning to the bar. Lori and Brad were still flirting and rubbing up against each other as the effects of the alcohol had made them both quite tipsy. We exchanged knowing glances as we waited for them to finish their drinks. All four of us went back to the room and talked some more. I was hoping that we’d play together as couples but since it was getting late, they decided they needed to go to catch the last train home.

As soon as they left, I made love to Lori, reaching an orgasm even more intense than before as I told her about what had happened.

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