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, 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 my libido has remained unabated. I
keep my youthful 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.
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 my 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 ad
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 attractive, clean-cut and fairly athletic.
Gina returned with my drink, handing it to me with a polite smile but
her eyes hinted to something devious.
"Please follow me, gentlemen," she announced softly.
She led us past several ornately furnished rooms and into a formal
living room. 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 blonde
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 men 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.
“Silently take off all your clothing and place them neatly on the
chairs behind you.”
None of us looked around and immediately started unbuttoning our shirts
and pants. Barely able to control my trembling fingers, 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.
As we were disrobing, the other men kept their eyes down, so I sensed
it was the proper thing to do.
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 feeling like I
was starting to sweat.
The women looked at each other, smiling.
Suddenly, with a wide smirk, Mistress Patty playfully announced,
“Before we can continue with any activities you need to be arranged
according to size.”
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 madams’ giggled and laughed as we moved around, then Patty
clarified her earlier command, "No gentlemen, line up by the size of
your attributes, your cocks!"
The use of the word shocked me, making it obvious 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 out 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 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 held 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 then peeking down Miss Patty’s silk blouse.
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 but stepped up onto my chair and silently faced the
wall. My genitals were tingling with both apprehension and
excitement.
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.
She cupped us all gently, yet firmly.
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!"
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
it into my abs. I now measured six inches, double my soft state,
which made Ashleigh smile approvingly. She wrapped her hand
around my swollen girth 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 Mistress Ashleigh went 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.
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 plum, 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 to
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 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
alternating 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.
Mistress Patty leaned forward and took in Jims 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, 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.
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.
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.
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 own cum 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 cum 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 them.
Mistress Jill rose from her seat.
"Since the time has expired with some of 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 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.
I was in my own world for what felt like an eternity. I didn't notice
the others.
Finally, Mistress Patty stood up giving me a big hug.
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?”
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