This turned out to be more cute than fetish

July 28, 2007 at 11:42 pm (kink, pics)

Also, this may be weird, but I’ve got this thing for chicks with heart shaped nipples.

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Weird Fetish

July 24, 2007 at 3:55 pm (kink)

Smokin’ Dudes

is a site that features pics of guys smoking. Most of them have all of their clothes on while doing it.

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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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the Dragon

July 21, 2007 at 1:04 pm (kink)


What do you think they will do with that? Link.

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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 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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Public Toilet Slut Ch. 03 – BDSM –

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

Public Toilet Slut Ch. 03 – BDSM –

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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Public Toilet Slut Ch. 02 – BDSM –

July 13, 2007 at 9:57 am (bdsm, kink, stories)

Public Toilet Slut Ch. 02 – BDSM –

Public Toilet Slut Ch. 02

by dreamerboi©

I sat there in the stall, the stockings tight on my legs, trying to catch my breath. I ached for some release and slowly started stroking myself. My other hand played with my nipple, twisting it hard. The stall door was still locked. I peered out of the holes in the side of the stall but no-one else was around yet. My wife had caught me indulging in my nasty fantasies and had decided to make them real. She was outside this public toilet now, probably setting up my next encounter. So I sat here with dried cum on my face, black stockings on my legs like some nasty slut waiting for a customer, thinking back to how this all got started.

I had this old girlfriend, this hot black chick. Suzie was very kinky, a little too much almost. |She started off by making me put on stockings during sex. I loved it, feeling a little dirty and a little weird too. She broke my ass in for me, after I dropped a few hints about how I’d like to try anal with a girl, she opened me up hard. She loved to buttfuck me while I was wearing her stockings. We would have phone sex for hours whilst she gave me orders on how to abuse myself. She liked it back though and really got off when I would put her over my knee and beat her ass red with a hairbrush or sometimes a wire coat hanger. One time I tied her up and whipped her ass with her own bra. She came really hard then, her ass red and abused. I used to make her sit in the window of her first floor flat naked, with the curtains open and masturbate herself.

This would drive her nuts. Anyone looking up would see this slutty black chick playing with her pussy and occasionally spanking her own ass with her hairbrush. She had a really nasty streak this girl and loved to use herself as well as others.

I always said I wasn’t gay, or bi, but after she fucked me , with me on my knees wearing her stockings, there wasn’t much I could say. Suzie wanted to watch me take real cock, in the ass and mouth. She said she wanted me to put on a dress and stockings, look really slutty, and take me out to a public toilet to suck and be fucked. She wanted to make me walk down the street like that. I was too scared, that I would be raped or worse so wouldn’t do it. She also wanted to take me to a gay club and let me be used by the guys there. I was always worried about what might happen though.

Suzie always did a lot more back to me and one time we did fuck in a public toilet. She made me go out with her underwear on, stockings, panties and a basque. She stripped me down to it in a men’s public toilet in a park. It was pretty nasty. She left the door open, bent me over a toilet and buttfucked me. She wanked me off over myself, and made me kneel on the floor to lick her out. Thank god no one else came in.

Deep down I really wanted to do it. Some filthy nasty slut inside me wanted to be bent over a counter in a filthy toilet and fucked in the ass by a stranger while she played with her cunt. I wanted to look up at her while I sucked on a guys cock. I wanted to see these guys pay her to use me, for her to finish up by having me lick her pussy and ass, while she came over my face. In the end I pushed all this away as too sick and nasty to be good for me.

In the end we broke up because I thought it was getting too weird. I ended up married to Claire and indulging in normal vanilla sex for a while, until she had caught me out, surfing the net looking at twisted shit again. And here I was, finally giving in to my dark side.

The outer door creaked as someone else walked in. I heard the footsteps walking around the toilet and peered through the holes in the wall, seeing a person walking around. The there was a pause and I heard the main door being locked. I was locked in here now with a stranger, sent in by my wife to use me.

‘Ok, we won’t get disturbed now, will we?’ the voice called. ‘Why don’t you open the door and come out. I’m in the mood for some fun and your woman says you’ll give it up to me.’

‘Oh shit!’ I whispered, heart pounding but cock still hard. I slid back the bolt and pulled the stall door back. A large white guy stood there, well built and solid, with muscles bulging out of a t-shirt and tight jeans.

‘Well,’ he said, looking down at me, ‘this is going to be fun. Come over here.’

I started to stand. ‘No, on your knees slut.’ I crawled, my stocking clad legs dragged over the smelly tile floor.

‘Unzip me and warm it up. I hear you know how to suck already, so get at it. I’d rather be fucking your slutty wife but I won’t turn down free ass’ he said.

I froze, realizing I was going to be taking my first real cock in my ass. I was slow. His slap stunned me and made my eyes smart.

‘I didn’t tell you to stop, now come here and suck me hard, slut.’

I crawled across and unzipped his pants. A musky smell of cock hit me and I breathed it in, feeling dirty and cheap. I slid my hand into his boxers and felt his stiffening cock. Hurriedly I pulled it out to suck. It must have been about 8 inches and was quite thick. The thought of that ripping in to my ass made my knees tremble.

I wasted no time and inhaled his cock as deep as I could, squeezing his balls and milking his shaft. It didn’t taste too bad and I got into a rhythm.

‘Yeah, not bad. Get me nice and hard.’ He said, looking down at his cock sliding into my face. I felt his hand on the back of my head, pushing my face into his crotch. His cock grew in my mouth. The thought of where it was going next made me horny, especially thinking of Claire outside and what she might be lining up next.

‘Good, now turn round’ he said, pulling out. I turned around, the stockings feeling hot on my legs and presented my ass to him. He slapped it for good measure, then pried his thumb in between my cheeks, opening me up.

‘You ever had a real cock before, slut?’

‘No, you’ll be my first.’

‘Good, then I’d better make it memorable for you.’ I heard the slither of his belt coming undone. He flipped a heavy leather belt around my neck and pulled it tight, the leather cold on my skin.

‘I like to keep hold of my bitches as I screw their shitholes. You don’t mind, do you?’

‘No..’ I gurgled, leashed like a dog.

He slid his cock forward, pushing it against my ring. I gasped. It was wet and slimy from my sucking but was still forcing me open. He held on to the belt and thrust forward. I tried to scream but he pulled the belt tight and pushed past my sphincter, burning its way in.

I squirmed but he fully penetrated my bowel. I must have loved it as my cock was like a rock and my nipples stood out so hard. I can’t think what I must have looked like, on my knees in stockings with a belt round my neck, dried cum on my face and this stranger in my ass.

‘Christ, you’re tight, slut.’

I know. Despite all those sessions with Suzie, it never stretched me, thankfully.

He pushed in and started thrusting in me. The burning stopped and the feeling on my prostate was heaven. I reached under and started stroking my cock, determined to get some release this time.

After a few moments, I could feel him tensing up in me. He wasn’t going to last long in my ass.

‘I’m coming now’ he said and hauled on the belt. I lost my grip on my cock as my breathing was cut off. Oh fuck! Was he going to choke me?

His cock twitched and I felt his come unloading in my ass, hot and wet. I was holding my breath, hoping I wouldn’t pass out. He kept twitching in my ass and as I started to see stars I came myself, spurting hard, my cock burning.

He gasped and in a flash pulled out of me, letting loose the belt. I dropped on my face, ass high in the air, cum already dripping out of my ass crack. I felt the belt being pulled off my neck and could breathe properly again. I was just catching my breath when the first crack hit my ass. ‘You were good, slut. I like your tight ass.’ The belt cracked my ass a few more times.

‘I’ll tell you wife you did good.’ He said, buckling it back up. ‘She said to give you these and make sure you put them on.’ He produced a pair of high heels, black with a spike, and a blindfold. I slipped the shoes on and sat on the toilet seat, cum still dripping out of me. I could barely thin straight. He passed me the blindfold.

‘See you again slut.’ The stall door slammed as I pulled the blindfold over my face and tried to ignoring the burning in my ass. I heard the main door open as he left. I stayed their, breathing hard still, in the dark, waiting…

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In a coffin

July 12, 2007 at 8:54 pm (kink, movies, pics, submission)

The Training of O

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Public Toilet Slut Ch. 01 – BDSM –

July 12, 2007 at 8:44 pm (kink, stories)

Public Toilet Slut Ch. 01 – BDSM –

I walked into the toilet. It smelled of piss and the walls were covered with graffiti. There was a long trough along one wall for pissing and three stalls. There was no one there – I breathed a sigh of relief. It was a public toilet out at the back of the local park. I knew people used it but was nervous about getting in trouble. But I didn’t have a choice – she had ordered it.

I walked into the middle stall. The toilet had piss splashed around it and the walls were covered with phone numbers and descriptions of guys sucking cock. I had my instructions, so I closed and locked the door. There were holes in the walls for guys to push their cocks through, I could see traces of dried cum on the floor. Then I took my cock out and slowly started stroking it. I felt turned on, nasty and a little scared. I knew I had to take whatever came for the next 30 minutes or she would punish me again…

My wife had found out about my craving to try sucking cock one day when she came home and found me on the internet. She had always known I was turned on by anal sex as I was always begging her to try a strap-on on my ass. But she wouldn’t. She would let me take her ass, and it was sweet, but would not return it. I longed to feel as nasty as she did when she was sucking my cock or letting me assfuck her. I wanted to be the one on the bed with their ass high in the air, exposed, vulnerable and open. I knew it was nasty but really wanted to feel her take me, reach around and twist my nipples or squeeze my cock.

When she walked in to my study, I had my cock out and was looking at pictures of a guy kneeling on a toilet floor with a big black cock in his mouth. His face was covered with cum and another guy stood behind him, cock in hand, ready. She was furious. When she calmed down, she looked at me then said “its time we did something about this, isn’t it?”

“Well, what do you have in mind?” I said,

“You might not like it, but I think you have it coming. I’ve always kept you happy in bed, but if you want to try something more, maybe you should. But you have to do what I say” she said, tapping her foot and looking mean. And that was how I ended up here….

The walls were grubby white tiles that hadn’t been cleaned for a long time. The smell of piss was in the air and stuck in my nostrils. My cock got hard in my pants. I had wanked off many times in places like this, fantasising about someone coming in and making me suck them off, nasty, degrading but exciting. Now my wife had found out about it and was making me go through with it.

I heard footsteps outside as someone came in. I could hear the sound of a zipper opening and someone starting to piss in the trough. I relaxed. It was not going to be for me yet. The pissing finished and the footsteps left. As they did, I heard a noise from the stall on my left. Someone else had come in unheard. My heart pounded. I kept stroking my cock and made sure it was near one of the holes so the other person could see me. My cock was not that big, 6 inches and cut, but it was quite thick and solid.

“Hey!” a voice said. I looked around and a long thick cock appeared through the hole. I was almost disappointed it was not black, but it was long and hard, cut and with a drop of precum glistening at the end.

“Come here you. Get to it” the voice whispered. With my heart pounding I dropped to my knees for my first taste of cock. I felt so dirty, doing it here in this toilet where anything could happen.

I ran my tongue over the tip and started stroking the hair balls with my hand. I wanted to take it slow. I didn’t feel nervous, just turned on and nasty. But the cock’s owner had other ideas. He thrust forward, pushing it deeper into my mouth.

I opened up and sucked it hard.

‘That’s right bitch. She said you’d like it. Now suck it all out’ he said.

‘Shit!’ I thought, sucking on him. He must have spoken to my wife outside. What was she doing? Lining up another guy for me or worse?

I felt the cock start twitching and reached down to stroke mine. My fingers ran round to my asshole and stroked it, the puckered opening twitching expectantly. I grabbed the guys cock and squeezed his balls hard, sucking in as much as possible.

‘Don’t get greedy, slut!’ he said, pulling back as cum started flowing.

‘Now swallow this’, and I sucked as much as I could down, trying not to gag. He pulled out and the last spurts hit my face. I gasped and caught my breath. I didn’t like the taste but guessed I’d be getting used to it.

‘Thanks slut. Your woman said for you to stay there and to throw your clothes out. That’s to make sure you don’t run off. Boy I wouldn’t be in your shoes with shat she has planned for you next. Keep practising and maybe I’ll come back when you are a better cocksucker.’

I took my clothes and pushed them under the door. A hand grabbed them and slid back a pair of black stockings.

‘You know what she wants…put them on’ he said, then I heard his footsteps leave.

I slid the stockings up my legs and sat on the toilet, wiping the dried cum off my face. I hadn’t cum myself yet and my cock ached. I wondered nervously what was next for me.

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