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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Public Toilet Slut Ch. 03 – BDSM – Literotica.com

July 13, 2007 at 8:16 pm (bdsm, femdom, kink, stories, submission)

Public Toilet Slut Ch. 03 – BDSM – Literotica.com

Public Toilet Slut Ch. 03

by dreamerboi©


I stood up, my legs trembling a little in the stockings. My ass was sore from the abuse it had received and I was sticky from the cum. I felt dirty and used, slutty, humiliated, and a little nervous. With Claire still outside anything could happen next. I put my hand around to my ass, worriedly. It came back smelling vaguely of shit and his cum. I slid my fingers in my mouth and sucked them clean, gagging slightly. It’s what she’d want me to do.

I walked out of the cubicle and over to the sinks, wobbling slightly in the heels. I could still feel that belt round my neck and his cock inside me. I felt used but at the same time I knew this was something I had wanted but not dared do until forced into it. The feel of his cock as he had pounded into me had been so erotic, so dirty.

The sinks were cracked and dirty porcelain with stained mirrors above them. By bending over and sticking my cum-stained ass out I could get my face down by the taps and splash water on it. I cleaned up as best I could then straightened up and saw my reflection in the mirror. My cock jutted out above the stockings, my nipples erect. My body was telling me it could take more. I smiled and dropped my hand down to stroke my cock briefly. I still needed to cum badly. Feeling better, I turned and walked back to the toilet. Dropping down onto the seat, I picked up the blindfold and slipped it in place. Then I waited.

Creaking noisily, the outside door opened again and I heard footsteps. Not just one set this time but more.

“Well, well, here he is” said a male voice, deep and rich. “Looks like he’s ready and waiting for us.”

“Sure, and how sexy he looks too. I can’t wait to bite those perky tits of his” came a woman’s voice. I sat up more, startled. Claire had sent in a couple. How the hell had she managed to find a couple sick enough to come into a men’s public toilet and fuck a stranger?

“I know what you’re wondering honey. I’ve had them lined up for you for a while” Claire’s voice! Oh my God! She was here with them.

“Hon, this is Bill and Kristen. I met them online a while ago and asked if they’d like to get to know you. Now they’re gonna finish you off properly. If you make it, there’ll be a lot of fun ahead for you. If you wimp out, then we’re over. Got it?” Claire said.

“Yes, I understand” I murmured nervously. God, what were they going to do to me? At the same time my nipples hardened and my cock stiffened more.

“Looks like he’s game” said Bill. He was right. I was. “Now, come out of there. Hands and knees.”

I knelt down and crawled out into the main toilet. The floor stank and stuck to the stockings. The urinals smelt strongly of stale piss.

“You can take that blindfold off now bitch, but stay down there” Claire said.

I pulled it off and looked at them. Bill was a lean, strong guy, tall and with long legs hiding an ominous bulge. Kristen was slender, skinny almost, with blonde hair and a smile. Almost a nice smile. Really it held menace. She looked hot in a short leather skirt with matching knee boots with vicious-looking spiked heels. Claire stood behind them smiling broadly, a camcorder in her hand.

“Yes hon, that’s right. We save all this for posterity and maybe my new internet site. Maybe we can make some money off of you later”.

Kristen walked over. Bending down she kissed me, her tongue pushing deep into my mouth. I sucked on it hard. It tasted good. I felt her hands seek my nipples, pulling and twisting them as she sucked my tongue harder. I heard a laugh.

“That’s right Kristen. He loves his nipple torture. See what he’ll take.” Claire filled her in on my perversions.

Kristen tightened her grip and brought tears to my eyes. My cock stiffened, feeling so hard it might explode. The pain in my nipples was intense, sexual. I saw Bill walk over, slipping his belt out of his pants. Kristen suddenly let go, looking up at her husband.

“Are you ready to make him your bitch, Bill?” she said

“Ready and willing. But lets give him a taste first” Bill said. He unzipped his pants and slid out a huge cock, bigger than the last that had fucked my ass, easily 10 inches and thick. Bill walked over to stand by his wife, and looked at me.

“Suck” was all he said. I leaned forward, my nipples stinging, and opened my mouth. I sucked his cock in and had to stretch my jaws wide open to take it. Kristen laughed.

“Look at him struggle to take it. I used to have that problem, but get enough and you adapt.” She walked away, over to Claire who was filming me suck this monster cock. Kristen started stroking Claire’s tits through her blouse making her nipples stand up and jut out. Then she reached in her pocket and came out with some clamps.

“I’ve got a present for you cocksucker. Your sexy wife here said you like nipple torture. Let’s see if you can take this.”

Kristen walked back to where I was being gradually skullfucked by Bill, who had my head clamped in his hands as his cock slid in and out. His balls stroked my chin and I reached up to fondle them. Kristen leaned over and attached the clamps to my tits, tightening them up and making me moan. She pulled a slim chain out of her other pocket and linked the two, allowing her to pull on both at once. One more slim chain came out and she knelt next to me, slipping it over the other chain and holding onto the free end. Now she could stand up and away from me but still haul on my sore tits.

Bill pulled his cock out of my mouth and dropped his pants to the floor.

“Stick that ass up high, slut. It’s time for your final fuck.” He said as he walked round behind me. I saw Claire panning round with the camera to capture the size of his cock, dripping with my spit and the look of sexual ecstasy on my face as Kristen pulled on the nipple chains. I started crawling forward to ease the pain.

“Don’t move, you bitch. Stay still” Kristen barked. I stopped. Bill pulled off his belt and stated slapping it against my ass as his wife jerked the chains. Claire filmed it all. Bill picked up the pace and really started to redden my ass. I thought back to the number of times I had spanked Claire and how hard she came afterwards, her ass red and her pussy dripping. I had never asked her to do this to me as I thought she would refuse. Now I wished I had. I must have missed out on so many good fuck sessions with her and now she was really making up for it. But I didn’t know if I would ever be the same after.

I squealed as Bill lay in hard, the belt cracking against my ass and between my legs, occasionally hitting my cock and balls. The pain was intense and matched only by that in my nipples. I could see Kristen had her free hand between her legs, inside her skirt and was stroking her pussy. I knew I wouldn’t get to taste her tonight. But maybe one day. She managed to keep pressure on the chain at the same time and I could feel my nipples stretched further than ever. Claire smiled.

“Hurts, doesn’t it? Like you used to use my tits, and spank my ass. Now look at you, you bitch. Don’t know whether to scream or cum your brain out. Your tits look so stretched I might have to get them pierced after. Put some rings through them so I can tie them to them bed and rape your ass all night long. Trouble is, you’d get off on it wouldn’t you?” she said.

Maybe I would, I thought.

Bill stopped and dropped the belt on the floor. I heard him drop to his knees and felt the head of his cock push against my stretched asshole. Earlier it might have struggled to open but since it’s recent fucking it was ready for more attention. This was what I wanted. To be a dirty slut. A bitch kneeling on a toilet floor taking a cock in my ass while my wife watched and got horny.

The head of his cock pushed into me. I lifted my ass, ready to take the pain and the full length into my bowels. Bill pushed and suddenly I stopped breathing. He had shoved the whole length into my hole. It was tight. More than tight. It stretched my asshole and filled me like it would split me open. He started to fuck me pushing in and out building a rhythm in my ass, his hands gripping my waist and stroking my stained, stocking-clad legs. My cock was rigid and begging for attention.

Kristen walked across and gave the end of the nipple chain to Claire.

“Here. Keep him honest. Don’t let go or maybe we’ll put them on you.” she said.

Claire looked a little startled but took the chain and pulled it tight. I looked down and my nipples were absolutely white, pulled out almost an inch by the chain. I looked up at her, almost begging. But I didn’t know if I was begging for it to stop or for more. She gave me more and pulled again.

As Bill slowly fucked my ass, in no hurry to come, his wife knelt down on the floor with us and started stroking my cock and squeezing my balls.

“You need to cum don’t you honey? You need it bad.” She said.

“Yes”, I gasped, “Please let me cum.”

“You can come when Bill does. And when he does you can empty your balls if you like.” Kristen looked up at Bill and nodded. He started getting faster pounding my ass.

“Let’s finish this before anyone shows up. Let’s give this slut the assfuck of his life” she said. Bill grunted and tightened his grip on me, thrusting away. My eyes watered with the pain. She never let her grip on my balls go slack, squeezing them alternately.

“Come on honey, fill his ass now” she said. He obliged. I felt Bill go rigid, his cock a solid piston ramming in and out of my ass. I was sure I’d never shit properly again but felt so sexy, so nasty. Claire moved in close with the camera, still pulling my tits hard and looked like she could cum herself right there just from watching.

Bill came, my ass filling with his hot cum boiling out of his cock. Kristen cried out in pleasure and grabbed the nipple chain from Claire’s hand, pulled it as hard as possible, ripping the clamps from my tits and making me scream in pain.

I came. And came. And came. Right over Kristen’s boots. I emptied my balls of more cum than I thought I possessed. Claire shouted in delight. Bill pulled his cock out of my ass with a pop and I felt his cooling spunk start dripping down my ass. I knew what was coming. I had no choice.

My mouth opened wide I accepted his shit-stained, cum-soaked cock and licked it clean of our juices. My tongue flicked up and down the shaft. Tasting my abused ass. My lips sucked hard on the bell end and I fondled his balls gratefully. What a fuck he had just given me! When it was clean I let it slide out and looked up at him.

“Thank you” I said.

“That’s alright” said Bill. “You weren’t bad for a first time. But you haven’t finished yet, have you?” He pointed down. I saw my cooling cum on Kristen’s boots. She looked at me and smiled.

“Clean them off bitch” she said. I lowered my head and sucked my own cum up off her toes, my tongue scooping up the cum from the leather. It was cooling and sticky. The third lot I had had today and I gagged, almost throwing up. I sucked the last lot down and knelt back looking at them all.

Claire smiled at me, pleased her slut had behaved. But I could tell she was thinking of what she could get me to do next time. Bill and Kristen kissed, her hand stroking his cock, still hanging large.

“Time to go honey” she said.

“Just need to clean this slut off first” Bill said. “Claire, come here and help wash off your bitch.”

Claire came over and lifted her skirt. She didn’t have any underwear on and I could see her trimmed pussy, the one I’d worshipped and sucked for so long. Now it looked menacing. Kristen stood next to Bill, her skirt raised, her pussy bald. The three looked at me and grinned nastily.

“Open wide bitch boy” Claire said and started pissing on me. “Don’t you move away now”. Bill and Kristen started pissing too, hot, pungent streams that ran over my face, cooled my sore nipples and over my cock.

I knelt and felt their hot piss splash in my mouth.

“Open it boy” Bill said, lifting his cock to direct it into my mouth. I swallowed what I could, feeling it mix with the cum in my stomach. This felt so degrading. I really had sunk to the depths.

They finished and Bill zipped up his cock, sliding his belt back in his jeans.

“Time to go babe” he said, taking Kristen’s arm “Let’s get out of here and go have some more fun”. They walked over to Claire and Kristen kissed her.

“Thanks for the entertainment. Hope you have fun with him. If you need us, you know where to find us.”

“Yeah, thanks” said Claire, looking elated. “It was a great session. Thanks.”

Bill and Kristen walked over to the door and with one look over their shoulder at the slut sitting on the floor, left.

Claire walked over to the far cubicle and came back with my clothes.

“Get dressed hon. time to go home.”

I stood up and started to remove the stockings. “No” she said, “you can leave those on. And the heels.” I winced. Walking home in these heels would be a killer!

I dressed and looked at Claire lovingly.

“Thanks Claire. That was mind-blowing. I might need some time to recover.”

“No problem. You can recover while I put this film on the web. Then more people can see what a slut you are. Hopefully we’ll find some more playmates. I winced. She grinned.

“Don’t worry about it, you know you want it now. You need it now.”

She was right. I did.

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Boy and Mistress

July 9, 2007 at 9:14 pm (femdom, kink, stories, submission)

Boy and Mistress – BDSM – Literotica.com

Normally, I didn’t check my personal email at work. My boss said he didn’t monitor communications, but I didn’t trust him. It was a Friday night, my girlfriend was out of town, and I didn’t have anything to do. I was feeling a little lonely and was hoping my girlfriend sent a message saying she missed me.

I scrolled down the inbox looking for her email address. Something else caught my eye. It was my mistress’s email address. My lungs moved to my stomach and my stomach moved to my throat. I didn’t think I was going to hear from her again. I messed up the last time I was with her.

I had the nerve to forget to turn off my cell phone. I recognized my girlfriend’s ringtone, got off all fours, and answered the call. When I hung up, Mistress slapped me across my face. She cut a hole in the crotch of my jeans and sent me away. Fortunately, I was able to stop at the office to change into my spare suit before I went home to my girlfriend. I sent Mistress an apology but didn’t hear from her for months.

I didn’t know if it was going to be words of hate or the time for our next session. I felt somewhat confident when I saw very few words on the page. It meant she wasn’t chastising me. It read, ‘SATURDAY. 9AM. LAKE HOUSE. You were very naughty Boy. Mistress is not angry. Boy will have the chance to fulfill his ultimate fantasy. COME NAKED.’

Coming naked was the least of my concerns. Whenever our sessions took place at the lake house, I had to come naked. The house was in the woods so we had no worries. My only problem was she made me park on the street.

Saturday, everyone was out walking their dogs or pushing children in strollers. I had to sit in the car and wait until the coast was clear. I was several minutes late. Mistress punished by making love to me. There wasn’t any cock torture or humiliation. She repeatedly told me I was the best she ever had. I lost my erection repeatedly. She tried to make me feel better instead of humiliating me. I learned to come early.

I left work and began preparation for Mistress. She wanted me to look as boyish as possible. It was hard to make a 41-year-old look like a boy. I didn’t even look boyish when I was a teenager. I had always been muscular and suave looking. I pulled many older women when I was growing up.

I shaved off all my body hair. I hated the way it looked, but Mistress would always get what she wanted. Depending on the notice, I would try to lose a little weight to make me look skinny. I started to put on weight when I thought our arrangement ended. I would mess up my hair and usually wear sagging jeans and a wife beater to look like a punk instead of a businessman.

It was cold and raining that Saturday. I hoped we wouldn’t be going into the lake because my dick would end up little and shriveled. Mistress would not be happy. I always had to bring myself to erection before I went to the house. People jogged past and I would temporarily stop jerkin my cock until I was satisfied I was alone.

When I was at my full length and hardness, I checked to make sure the coast was clear. I rushed past the front gate. From there on, I wasn’t visible from the street. I walked casually the rest of the way. I held my cock while I walked so it wasn’t bouncing around.

There was an unexpected note on her door. It said go straight to the boat. I had been on her boat only once. It was too large and too nice for the lake, but a welcomed change of scenery. From that point forward, I did not hold my cock in case Mistress was watching.

I climbed onto the observation deck and didn’t see anyone. It was the first time I felt completely exposed. Cold rain hit me and a breeze made the water sting. My cock was completely erect and my hands were behind my back. I went down to the cabin and there was my mistress sitting naked on the couch.

I ran over to her with my hands behind my back. I got down on my knees and kissed her feet. “Thank you mistress. Thank you for inviting Boy back Mistress.”

“Stand up,” she said, jerking her feet away. “I’m glad you got my email. Good Boy. I said that you would be able to fulfill your fantasy. Does that sound good Boy?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“What is Mistress’ fantasy?”

“Mistress’ fantasy is to see Boy fucked by other men.”

“Good Boy. And what is Boy’s fantasy?”

“Boy’s fantasy is to see Boy’s girlfriend dominated by Mistress.”

“On your hands and knees.” Mistress stood up and bent over to lift up the couch cushion. I got a spectacular view of her pussy and ass. There was a cane under the cushion. It was my least favorite device she used. She slowly walked behind me. My ass was in the air and my balls were a fair target. I could feel my cock begin to shrink.

I felt the sting of the cane on my ass. It was a light hit but still painful. “Mistress’ fantasies are Boy’s fantasies, right?”

“Yes Mistress.”

“What is Boy’s Fantasy?” She rubbed the tip of the cane on my balls. I wanted to be sure to get the question right so that she wouldn’t hit my balls with the cane. Each hit was always harder than the last. Then I felt the tip of the cane follow the path from my ball sack to my asshole. She inserted the very tip of the cane into my asshole. I could barely feel it, but then I understood the question.

“Boy’s fantasy is to be fucked by men.” I had actually put that on the list of things I was unwilling to do when we made our arrangement.

“Today is Boy’s lucky day.” She removed the cane from my ass. On my hands and knees, I saw a pair of hairy legs come around the corner. I wasn’t supposed to look up while I was on my hands and knees so my eyes stayed fixed on the legs and large feet. My stomach immediately dropped.

“Go topside Miguel,” I heard Mistress say. The two legs walked past me. When I could no longer hear the footsteps, Mistress walked in front of me. “Stand up.” I was almost ten inches taller than Mistress, but she could get me to do anything she wanted.

Mistress walked back to the couch and lifted the cushion. I could tell she had out the string. She stood in front of me and looked at me for several seconds. I saw her begin to smile and I was starting to feel good, thinking she was happy to see Boy.

Her hand smacked my face. It almost put me off balance. When I straightened up, she spit in my face. I opened my mouth just in case she had more. “Close your fucking mouth. Your fucking cock is barely hard.” She reached down and started stroking my cock vigorously. I was immediately rock hard and realized how I missed her touch.

The string wrapped around my cock and balls several times. She pulled it so tight it felt as if it was cutting into my skin. My balls were bright read and the head of my cock turned purple. I hated the string. It pulled my cock down instead of letting it point up freely. She held on to the end of the rope and pulled me by my cock and balls. Fortunately, the rain had stopped topside.

I could see the man she called Miguel. He was in his early 20s and muscular. He was tan with wavy hair. He would have made any woman crazy. “How does Boy like the man Mistress has been spending time with since Boy fucked up?”

“Boy likes him very much Mistress.”

“Excellent Boy. Go make Miguel hard.” I looked at Miguel who had spread his legs and scooted to the edge of the chair. His balls hung over the edge. I started to feel so uncomfortable that I almost stopped. I knew Mistress would completely sever our relationship if I did that.

I hastily moved towards Miguel and kneeled between his legs. His cock looked very small, even taking into consideration he was soft. I couldn’t see what Mistress wanted with him. I grabbed his cock. My own was throbbing.

The clouds had parted and the sun was beating down on us. My hand slid very easily up and down his cock because of the sweat that had collected there. I was hoping the other houses didn’t have people bird watching on their decks. I didn’t want anyone to see me on my knees stroking another man’s cock.

After a few strokes, I could feel his dick begin to swell. “Boy, hands behind your back,” Mistress said. I saw Miguel smile. He grabbed the base of his cock and gave it a few strokes himself. He put his hand around my head and brought me forward.

My mouth opened the same way it would if Mistress was going to spit on me. He moved my head down onto his cock and pushed my head slowly down his cock. I gagged, feeling its limp, softness lying against my tongue. He guided my head up slowly and then brought it back down. I could feel it getting harder and thicker by the second.

At full harness, he held my head in place and began thrusting his cock in my mouth. Mistress walked over and sat beside Miguel. She took his hands from my head and put them on her breasts. I kept taking the full length of his cock. Surprisingly, it was probably 8 inches. Mistress flicked her tongue against Miguel’s and their lips pressed together.

I wanted to bite down on his cock and have mistress all to myself. Jealousy was starting to and I was about to explode. Her skin was glistening in the sun. The sun reflecting off the boat illuminated her beautiful golden tan. The wind blew out her hair. She looked amazing and I wanted her attention, but I kept sucking that fucking asshole’s cock.

Miguel violated Mistress for several long minutes. I knew there was no way he could satisfy her like Boy. Miguel leaned his head back, closed his eyes, and I continued to swallow his cock with my hands still behind my back.

“That’s really good Boy,” she said standing next to me. “Boy is enjoying sucking cock more than Mistress thought.” She pushed me hard and I fell over onto the deck. “On your fucking back. Spread your fucking legs.”

I did as told. The string kept my cock from going soft while I sucked Miguel’s cock. I hated the experience. She walked over to me and started jerking off my cock with her toes. The red polish on her big toe reminded me of the time she let me cum on her feet. I felt a surge in my cock and my body jumped. “Boy likes sucking dick. Boy is rock hard after swallowing Miguel’s man cock.”

She ran her toe from the tip of my cock, down my shaft and balls, and to my asshole. I felt her putting pressure on it with her toe. We had not explored that area. The skin around my puckered ass hole was so sensitive to her touch. I felt my cock growing wider causing the string to tug tighter.

“Boy’s fantasy is about to come true. Boy acted so ugly last time that he still has to be punished. Mistress knows how much Boy wants a cock shoved into his ass so Mistress won’t punish Boy by taking that away. Boy is going to take every inch of Miguel’s cock with only Boy’s spit as lube.”

My eyes widened and I stared at Mistress. I almost didn’t believe her, but Mistress doesn’t lie She waved for Miguel to come over. Mistress bent down and cut the string from my cock and balls. My balls fell so much relief as they hung in their normal position and my cock rested against my stomach.

Miguel stroked his cock between his thumb and forefinger. Then he grabbed it by the base and put it against my balls. He bounced my sack up and down with the tip of his cock. I felt pre cum dribbling onto my stomach. The sensation was incredible.

“Hold your ass open Boy.” I grabbed my ass with both of my hands and spread my cheeks as wide as I could. Miguel rubbed his cock head up and down as if he was rubbing the slit of a pussy. I had anal sex with my x-wife and girlfriend so I knew lube was necessary.

He pressed his cock against my asshole. My sphincter muscles gave him some resistance. He put his hands to my side and got on top of me in missionary position. I felt like some scared girl about to lose her virginity.

Soon he thrust his cock into me really hard and grunted. I felt tearing pain as his cock shoved deep into my bowels. He closed his eyes as if they were burning from pleasure. I wanted to knock him off me, but my hands never left my ass. He gave me slow hard thrusts. His cock stimulated my prostate and pain turned to pleasure.

I noticed a shadow move in front of me and I opened my eyes. Mistress was lowering her pussy to my face. I stuck out my tongue to taste her sweet pussy juice. It was a treat for Mistress to let Boy taste her. I held out my tongue and let the rhythm of Miguel’s thrusting guide my tongue across her pussy.

I let go of my ass with one hand and put my thumb against her clit. She grinded against my thumb. I could taste her juices flowing into my mouth. I knew she was going to cum soon. She sat completely on my face and I couldn’t breath. I turned my head from side to side, hoping my nose rubbing her slit was getting her off. She put her hands on my chest and moved her pelvis back and forth. I felt her body spasm and shiver over my face. She rocked forward a few more times, and then lifted herself off, my face covered in cum

Reality hit me as I was gasping for air. Mistress had already cum, so I wasn’t going to be able to fuck Mistress and I had a cock balls deep in my ass. Miguel kept plowing away at my ass as if he didn’t realize Mistress came.

I watched Mistress walk over to the bench. She clapped her hands for Miguel to stop. Miguel pulled out of me and sat beside her. I felt emptiness that I wanted filled. I stayed on my back with my cheeks spread wide. My asshole contracted and relaxed into its gaping position.

“Get up Boy. Come ride Miguel’s cock.” I did as told. I felt silly being a grown man sitting in this guy’s lap. He just sat there with his legs spread and his hard cock pointed up. I could never last that long at his age.

I had women in that position so man times but felt awkward doing it myself. I put my hands on his shoulders to steady myself. I put one leg on each side of him and lowered myself down. Miguel grabbed my cock and rubbed it on his cock head. Some of our pre cum mixed. I positioned myself over his cock and he pointed it towards my gaping asshole.

I had to let him in my ass instead of having my asshole virginity taken by force. It was fulfilling having his cock sliding up my ass. I held my ass to make it easier to slide his cock in and out. Miguel put his hands behind his head and watched me in action.

I started working faster on his cock. I looked at Mistress and saw how pleased Mistress was. I worked faster. Mistress leaned over, grabbed my cock, and started stroking expertly. With every stroke, I could feel cum building, ready to pop all over Miguel’s stomach.

Mistress let go of my cock and I immediately took over. I squeezed my hand tightly around my cock, but imagined it was Mistress’ tight pussy. I jerked it so hard and fast that it took me less than ten strokes to cum. Streams of hot, white, creamy cum went all over Miguel’s stomach. I looked down at my work. It was the biggest load I produced in a long time.

I collapsed onto Miguel’s chest as he bucked his cock into my ass. I felt my balls draw up into my body and drop back down. It hurt feeling Miguel drill into my ass after I came. When I could hardly stand it, he grabbed me by the waist and pushed me down hard on his cock. My ass hole contracted around his cock as he slowly pulled me up. My ass felt slick as he pulled his cock out of my ass. Cum dripped out of my gaping hole and Miguel pushed me off him.

“That was good Boy. Lick Miguel clean.” It was so humiliating. I lapped up my cum like a dog drinking out of a lake. The taste was fowl, but I swallowed it all. I felt how hard Miguel’s stomach was with my tongue. I started feeling self-conscious about the softness of my belly. I was going to work on myself for Mistress.

“That was excellent Boy. I am happy your fantasy came true.”

“Thank you Mistress. Boy enjoyed it.”

“Until next time, Boy. Leave me here with Miguel.” I felt jealousy rise in me again. I wanted to knock Miguel into the water, but I couldn’t even look at the guy who just fucked my ass. My cock was shrinking so decided it was best to leave.

On my way to the car, I could still feel Miguel’s cum leaking out of me. I felt like such a cock whore. My asshole was throbbing. My cock didn’t even get to pleasure Mistress. I still didn’t like cock, but if Mistress wanted me to take another cock, I would spread my legs again. I went back home and spread out on the couch. I never bothered to dress. I replayed the day in my head and jerked off. I shot cum all over my chest and thought about my cum covering Miguel’s stomach. I fell into a blissful sleep.

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