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A reader named Jeff just sent in this extremely detailed and very long cfnm tale - definitely worth the read! Here’s part 1, part 2 can be found right below!

David opened the door to the doctor’s surgery and stepped inside. He still wasn’t one hundred percent sure he wanted to go ahead with this, but the injury was starting to get worse and he didn’t want to take the risk of aggravating it and then missing the final few games of the season.

David was a tall, athletic guy, he had to be in his profession as a semi professional soccer player. He had a cheeky smile and dazzling blues eyes that made him a hit with the ladies.

He had no trouble getting laid, that was for sure, and if he was honest the injury he’d been feeling for the last week was hampering his performance between the sheets. That had been one, if not the main, reason he decided to pay a visit to his doctor.

As he entered the surgery he was greeted by the receptionist. She was aged about 40 years with shoulder length blonde hair. She flashed him a smile as he entered. He saw her name badge read Judy.

After introducing himself Judy said, “I don’t know if you are aware but Doctor Harmer isn’t here today, he’s at another surgery.We’ve got doctor Mckenzie covering today.”

David said it wouldn’t be a problem, not even considering for one minute that Doctor Mckenzie wouldn’t be a male doctor. Had the thought entered his mind before he walked into the doctor’s room he may well have got up and cancelled his appointment.

As it was, David sat down and after a few minutes was informed by Judy that Doctor McKenzie was ready to see him. He stood up and followed Judy along the corridoor and felt his eyes fall upon the firmshape of her buttocks through her black skirt. She also had nicely shaped calves, he observed, and in general a slim figure. He’d stolen a glance at her breasts when he first arrived and they appeared quite large behind her white blouse.

Still imagining what those tits might look like out of that blouse, David absentmindedly followed Judy into the doctor’s room.

The doctor who stood up and offered her hand to him was not the male he had been expecting.The look of surprise on his face was all too apparent. He saw a slight smile pass quickly over Judy’s face as he first looked away and then back at the female doctor stood behind the desk.

Doctor Phillipa McKenzie, or Pippa as she liked to be known, was aged about 28 years and was tall and slim. She had long black hair that she had tied back tight across her head. She had a slim figure and eyes that looked as though they were always enjoying a private joke.

He couldn’t be sure, but David was certain he spotted a fleeting smile between Judy and the gorgeous doctor stood before him. Even a raised eyebrow of approval from Judy before she turned and left the room?

There was no doubt about it, she was a real looker, David thought. A naturally pretty face that needed little make up to highlight her beauty.

He took a seat as offered and Pippa got straight down to business. She studied him from across the desk in much the same was as david had surveyed her when he first walked in. She liked what she saw, no question, and felt a flutter inside her at the thought of what was to come.

Even fully clothed she could see David had a muscular, toned body. She quickly learned from their introductory small talk that he was a keen footballer and she could just picture his firm, powerful thighs inside his jeans. She also sensed another question racing through her head - what did his cock look like?

Pippa enjoyed her job, being a doctor was a childhood dream come true, but it also enabled her to indulge another earlier developed love for getiing her hands on cocks. The more the better. She just loved to see and touch and suck cock, and play with them in her soft hands.

Being a doctor meant she got to see many a cock, and they came in all sizes. She was mischievious with it, making it a personal goal to try to arouse whatever male patient she found in front of her. It was a huge power surge to watch a man’s cock stiffen into a full blown erection in front of her. She wondered again just how David’s cock would look, and if it was a big one when erect. There’s only one way to find out, she said to herself.

“So, you have a tightening in your right thigh?” she asked him. “Yes, i’ve had the pain for about a week now and it hurts when I run.” Pippa stood up and walked around the desk. She knew he would notice her short skirt as it was a good 3-4 inches above her kneeline and certainly a lot shorter than he had imagined. She watched silently as his eyes dropped to her legs, taking in the smooth shape of her calves. Her legs were long and encased in black hold up stockings, but David did not know that. Yet.

David’s eyes slid up and down her body and he felt his cheeks start to warm and his heart beat grew a little faster. He watched her as she walked past him, brushing so close to him he felt the material of her skirt. He felt himself take a deep breath in as she went by, wanting to smell her. She had a lovely tight arse as well, he observed.

Pippa deliberately walked behind him then stopped and placed a hand on his right shoulder, feeling him jump. “I’m going to need to examine you in a minute, David,” she purred softly. He couldn’t answer, his mouth was now becoming dry and he felt a familiar stirring between his legs as blood began to make its way to his cock and his balls.

She walked back in front of him and sat on the edge of the desk directly in front of him, just inches away. He felt she must have been able to hear his deepening breath. David watched as she then crossed her legs in front of him. Her skirt was short and the movement revealed a large proportion of her legs as she did so. He was sure he caught a glimpse of stocking tops, and as if to confirm this for him she again uncrossed then recrossed her legs.

“Right then,” Pippa announced with a wide grin, “Time to get them off!” David almost choked but she carried on, still smiling that pretty smile at him. “Go on, up you get on the couch, and take your jeans down.” He did as she said, standing up and then laying on his back on the couch. He felt a little nervous, he was used to being around pretty women but today he was overcome with a mixture of excitement and unease. This largely due to the warm sensation developing in his groin area as she layed there looking at her.

Pippa stood up and walked to him, still smiling. “Don’t be shy now, I’ve done this hundreds of times before.” As she said this she looked down into David’s eyes and he felt himself being held down there by her. She kept talking but never once took her eyes from his. Her voice, too, took on a softer, enticing tone. It was as if she was placing him in some kind of trance as he, too, couldn’t take his eyes from hers. “I didn’t have you down as a shy one, David. I’m going to have to take your jeans off to examine your thigh.”

Her captivating eyes twickled down at him, “It’s only your thigh I want to look at, honest, ” she whispered in a tone that suggested there was certainly more than one thing she intended to examine. David, by now, was frozen and held by her, his heart pumping wildly and his cock starting to swell inside his pants. He lay there and watched as she reached down to his belt and slowly undid the buckle.

“Ok, you’re going to leave it down to me, are you?” She chided him as she then moved up and undid the button of his jeans. She paused, looking down at him, then unzipped the fly. “Now you are going to have to help me for this bit, ” Pippa told him. She took hold of the waist band of his jeans and simply said, “Lift your hips.”

David did as he was told, raising his hips from the couch so she could pull down his jeans. She did so, yanking them down all the way to his ankles, where he expected her to leave them, but silently she briskly took off his shoes and socks and then pulled his jeans completely off of him.

Once she dropped his jeans to the floor Pippa moved her eyes from his and down at his groin. He was wearing a pair of white pants that fitted tightly around his cock and balls. She could see that he had quite a package down there, and spotted a slight wet patch of what she knew full well would be pre cum on the front of the white material.

Second part of this fantastic cfnm tale - enjoy!

Now laying in his pants, David felt his cock stirring even more. His pants were tight and he had a heavy set of balls and a thick cock. Both were rapidly swelling as he looked up at her. Pippa then moved to his right thigh, gently kneading it with her soft hands. “Yes, I can feel tightness here.” Her hands moved up and down, caressing his thick, muscular thigh, her fingertips brushing dangerously closeto his groin with every sweep of her hands.

She resumed her locking of eyes and spoke softly to him. “You are very tense, David, I can feel it all up your leg. It feels as if there’s tightness up inside your groin, too, so I’m going to have to take a look there as well.” He knew what this meant but he couldn’t speak, she had him under her spell. They both knew it. He would do whatever she told him to do.

Pippa slid her fingers under the elastic waist band of David’s pants and said, “Lift,” and again without arguing David lifted his hips. She peeled down his pants ever so slowly, sliding them from his naked ankles and dropping them out of sight. All the time she did so without looking from his eyes, and they told him so much. Those eyes told a thousand stories, of all the cocks she had seen and sucked and fucked. She didn’t need to say a word.

David was now naked from the waist but he was so entranced he no longer felt nervous or uneasy. Pippa felt her own arousal between her legs, a dampening forming inside her panties as she slowly took off David’s pants. She knew his cock was now on show, for her to see, but she deliberately kept her eyes on his, not yet wanting to examine it.

Instead she started to massage him again, hands running up and down David’s injuried thigh, this time sliding higher up his leg and into his groin. At first she made sure not to touch anywhere near his cock or balls but soon began to brush her soft skin against them, gentle touches that she knew would send his heart racing. The stroking of his thigh was too much for David.He felt his semi hard cock twist as it lay on his stomach, changing shape as the blood soared through his groin and stiffened his member.

Pippa, too, felt this movement, a nudge against her hand as David’s swollen cock expanded and lengthened. She looked down at it now, marvelling at the sight before her. It was a big one, not the largest she’d ever seen but certainly one of the biggest, It was a deep purple, about 7-8 inches in length and impressive in girth. The bulbous end poked defiantly from under his foreskin that was now sticky and shiney with pre cum.

She took David’s hardness in her left hand, letting it lay on her upturned palm. She just held it here for several seconds, feeling it twitch a bit more before finally adopting its stiffest shape. She ran the thumb of her right hand softly along the length of him and said, “I think Judy should see this.” As if anticipating a refusal from David, she slipped her right hand around his cock and gently stroked it twice, making him gasp loudly with pleasure and lift slightly from the couch. As he collapsed back down, head spinning from her touch and momentarily incapacitated, she turned quickly and left the room.

She was back before the searing sensation between his legs had subsided, this time with Judy stood beside her. “What do you think, Judy?” Pippa asked. Judy stepped nearer and David looked up breathlessly at her face. She still had that mischievious grin. She looked away at his cock and then came back to his eyes.

“It’s a real big one for sure,” she giggled, her face reddening a touch with embarassment, but David could tell by the tone of her voice that she was intrigued by his erection. Perhaps excited to see it? He knew she was married, probably had been for years, and she no doubt had several children and a stagnant sex life.Maybe seeing his cock, and others like it, was a thrill she got off on? Playing with her clit when she got home, or even secretly in the surgery if the need got too much.

Pippa took his cock again held it a light grip in her right hand. She began a gentle back and forth ryhthm, manipulating his swollen cock in her expert like grip. She was careful not to squueze it too hard as she learned the hard way that some of her patients shot their load far too quickly if she pleasured them too rigourously. She imagined Dvaid would have some staying power and wouldn’t climax too soon, which was good as she and Judy would be able to some fun with that cock of his.

David felt his balls tighten with every move of Pippa’s hands and he knew it was nearing the time when he could take no more. He was desperate to cum and unload his hot stick spunk and had to stop himslef begging Pippa to tighten her grip and wank him faster. He knew they wanted to take their time with him, especially when Judy had to tell Pippa to slow her strokes. She saw that glazed look in his eyes and felt a flutter inside her, almost a pang of disappointment as she believed he was about to ejaculate.If he let them know just how close he was he faced the risk of them suddenly stopping.

Fortunately, Pippa, too, had read the signs on David’s face and moderated her work on his cock until she was happy his need to cum had sufficiently sibsided. “That was a close one,” she exclaimed with a giggle. “It just looks too good to spoil it yet,” Judy trilled, her face now pink with excitement. “I wish I had a camera! With that both women giggled loudly and Pippa maintained a steady stroke of David’s rigid length. Hecould tell by the wayshe changed her grip and style that she was well versed in pleasuring cocks.

Some times she would hold his hard cock upright, at a right angle to his body, and hold it with the foreskin dawn right back, while kneading his aching balls with the other hand.Then she lay it down onto his stomach and took a bubble of pre cum on the end of a fingertip and slowly rubbed it into his cock.

David desperately wanted to reach up and touch them, squeeze their breasts. He imagined Pippa climbing astride his face and letting him lick her pussy while she wanked him, maybe Judy taking off her blouse and bra so he could see her ample breast, but he knew otherwise. He was at their mercy and any move by him could make them stop what they were doing.

They did take their time with him, Judy proving to be more than adequate when given an erect cock to play with. Both she and pippa spent the next hour playing and teasing with his stiffness, until Judy stepped up to finally ease his agony. Once she settled her hand into a desired position she worked his cock back and forth, pointing it parrallel with his stomach. Like Pippa, she held his eyes, a look of determination to make him explode mixed with a warm, genuine desire to ensure she relieved him.

She felt David jerk below her and knew he was ready and moved his cock so it was pointed upwards.He spasmed and lifted his hips several inches from the couch. A thick stream of cum leapt from the end of his hardness and rose in arc before dropping heavily and landing high on his chest. As his dick jerked in her hand it let fly with several more arcs of cum which squirted up and then down onto his thighs and stomach.

David lay there panting as his erection slowly began to subside. Pippa reached down again, her hand sticky with his spunk, and gently began to wank his semi hard cock. “I hope you’re not expecting to leave, David, I need to take a closer look at your thigh before surgery closes.”

This is one of the most interesting cfnm stories I’ve had submitted ever. Check out this tale of how a shy religious young man has his first life altering cfnm experience. It’s a long read but well worth your time + it’s Sunday, what better way to spend time than with a great cfnm story?

My first CFNM experience occurred when I was 18. It is important to set the stage for what happened. I was the only son of very strictly religious parents. We lived in a small town in KY. Sex was considered dirty and a forbidden topic. I had had only a few dates of the school-dance type. My ex-military father had standards that he insisted be met. One of these was that I wear a short flattop (the cause of a lot of teasing by my classmates). Another was that I always wear a suit and tie to the many church events. This was a source of much potential embarrassment as the suit fabric was thin, and since I was 6’2” and 190lbs, could be pretty tight. To make matters worse, I am well endowed. I only wore briefs that I would buy a size too small. Under a suit I would commonly wear two pairs in an attempt to minimize any revealing bulges. Much of my repressed sexual energy went into sports and working out with weights. Consequently, I was pretty muscular and my chest and shoulders were well developed. My parents bought me a new summer suit – light gray and a fine thin fabric. Unfortunately, the pants that came with a 46 long suit had a 40 inch waist and my waist size was 35. This necessitated an extensive tailoring to make them fit. Thus, I came to make a visit to the tailor and to have a CFNM experience.

One warm Saturday afternoon in late June my father pushed me out of the house with instructions to get a haircut. And since the tailor shop was only a door or so away, I was to take the suit in for tailoring. Both of these tasks were far from exciting to me but I had learned that resisting my dad was to be done for only the most important things. The old barber was in cahoots with my father. My father had no doubt called ahead to say that I was coming and that my hair should be cut extra short before I started a summer construction job because my sandy blond hair sheared to a short flattop. I was already self-conscious and embarrassed when I stepped into the tailor shop. Little did I suspect that much more awaited me.

I had been to the shop before and therefore had no apprehension about going again. It was a “hole in the wall” type of business with a counter near the front door separated by a curtain from a work area in the back. The back room was not much more than a walk-in closet with clothes in piles, clothes on hangers, a sewing area, and a fitting stage. I call it a stage because it was a plywood platform with three floor to ceiling mirrors providing multiple views of the whomever stood on it. Today was vastly different, however, in that the usual proprietor, an aging man, had been replaced by a woman. She was probably in her 30’s with a nice figure and face. Due to the warmth of the day and the lack of airconditioning in the shop, was wearing a low-cut, form-fitting tank top which barely contained her large breasts. If I hadn’t been so flustered about the haircut I may have more presence of mind to be concerned about her measuring my suit. Instead I managed a “Hello” and told her that I needed the suit fitted. She gave me a good looking over, which I interpreted to mean that she thought I had a funny haircut, as she pointed toward the back. “Just take it right back there, Honey. Put it on and let me know when you’re ready.” Her tone was warm and friendly. I pushed aside the curtain and stepped in. The room was pretty warm but a floor fan was moving some air. The only lights on were over the “stage”. I took off my pressed khaki slacks and put on the suit pants and jacket. The pants were so loose that I had to hold them up with one hand. “Ready”, I said.

Momentarily she entered and directed me to stand on the stage facing her. “Well, let’s get a look at this suit” she said. She stood close ran her hands over the shoulders and down the sides. “That’s quite a nice haircut you have there” she said, “It really looks good on you. Very masculine and nice in hot weather.” I was digesting this compliment and switching from hating the haircut to liking it when she said “Hands to your sides” she said. Without thinking I let go of the pants and let my hands hang at my sides. As I did so, the pants began to slip down. Alarmed, I spread my knees wide to help support them. She seemed to take no notice. “Wow, you’re a big guy. You’re packing quite a bit of muscle . . very nice fit through the shoulders,. sleeves are a little short so I’ll let them out some . . . I’ll take it in a little on the sides and it will really show off your great physique. You’re going to like a million bucks in this. You can take it off now.” I struggled to get the jacket off while not losing the pants, blushing from the compliments this nice-looking woman was handing to me.

Fortunately, I was wearing a long-sleeved oxford cloth shirt with a button down collar. The long shirt tails came in handy when the pants were slipping down on my hips. “Ok, face me, please. Just let you hands hang at your sides. “ The pants slipped threateningly down but she grasped them by the waistband and began to manipulate them. “My goodness, you’ve got enough fabric here for two pairs of pants.” She held up the waist with one hand while pinching up fabric here and there. “Turn and face the mirror. Hands on your hips, please.” I complied and she proceed to hold the waist as I turned. She began to smooth the cloth in the seat of the pants by running her hand over it.

To my alarm, I began to feel the first twinges of an erection but I concentrated on letting it pass. Then she cinched up the fabric of the seat so that the front was very tight. “How tight would you like these to fit? I could make them really show off this nice body of yours.” Suddenly, I began to feel a little light headed. My cock was expanding rapidly and the full implication of what was happening began to dawn on me. I was getting an erection while standing there in a pair of very thin pants with a good-looking woman scrutinizing everything. My tight jockey shorts could not begin to conceal what was happening. My growing hard on was very evident. I desperately needed to arrange things in my shorts but didn’t dare. I was so embarrassed I felt welded to the spot. She could tell I was embarrassed and tried to put me at ease, “Now, Honey, there’s need to be embarrassed although I see that you are. This is perfectly natural thing for a young man like you. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before.” She continued to casually work with the pants to figure out how best to alter them but time and again this involved examining the fit of the crotch – one hand holding up my pants, the other clearly feeling of my genitals.

I could feel my face turning red. Sweat was beginning to bead on my forehead. “My goodness, you’re getting overly warm. You’d better get that shirt off. The shirttails are just going to be in the way of my working on the pants and you’ll be more comfortable.” I was unable to say anything. She continued to hold up my pants. “Come on now. I’ve got your pants.” I fumbled with the buttons of my shirt and finally got it off. My chest was glistening with sweat. “There, that must be better. And what a nice chest to show off!,” she exclaimed. She let go of the pants to reach for a pin cushion. As she did so they slipped onto my hips, only supported by the bulge in my now mostly exposed underwear. I reached for them reflexively. “Modest, aren’t you?”, “Yes, Mam,”, I stammered. “I’m very modest.” “Well you can just relax with me, Honey. I’m a big girl and seen lots of things in my life. Trust me “Yes, Mam” I said, relaxing just a little. “Why don’t we take a little break so you can cool down. I’ll leave you a lone for a bit. Just have a seat and I’ll check back with you in a few minutes.” “Thank you, Mam,” I said gratefully as she left.

I now had a chance to catch my breath and get myself under control. At least I could adjust the balled up erection in my underwear and let it run up flat against my stomach. But when I did so, to my dismay my dick sprang to full attention. Nothing I could try would cover the head which only grew more shiny and purple the more I stretched the waistband to come up over it. The full impact of my situation began to settle in – I was more or less trapped with a beautiful woman bare-chested and unable to cover an erection. Oddly, despite all my inhibitions to the contrary, I was really turned on by the situation. I could never have consciously put myself in this situation but here I was and my helplessness to prevent her seeing me made a part of me breakdown. I began to feel like by consciousness was retreating within me and a new person, a man that was not ashamed to have a man’s anatomy was emerging.

“OK to come in, Honey?” she asked. I pulled up the pants as far as I could and said told her it was. It was really difficult standing on the stage knowing that inevitably they would need to come down to a point where my penis would be visible. “Did that help, Honey?” she asked. “Not really, Mam,” I managed to croak. My breath was shallow, my hear was pounding. “Why you’re shaking like a leaf. What’s the matter?” “I can’t get myself back in my underwear, Man” I confessed. “Oh, my goodness,” she exclaimed with a smile,” is that all? Let me have a look.” She gently bur firmly took my hand away from holding up the pants and let them fall. I’m sure I let out a little gasp.

“Well, well, well, that’s a very impressive prick you have there, Honey. You should be proud of that.” Her eyes seemed fixed on my cock. “But you’re so embarrassed. Hasn’t a woman ever seen that before?” My silence was all of the affirmative she needed. “But I bet you’d like for one to wouldn’t you? Again my silence was taken to be ayes. Then she said very quietly a command that I did not refuse, “Hand me the pants, Honey.” I slipped off my loafers and stepped out of the pants, trying not to resist the urge to look at myself in the mirrors as I handed them to her. “And now your socks,” she said in the same tone of voice. I bent to get them off and put them aside. I knew what was next and my cock had reached a state of throbbing rigidity.. She just signaled with a nod of her head that I was to take off my underwear. I worked them off and as I did so my dick sprung free, sticking up swollen and red from my light brown pubic hair. The significance of this moment was earth-shattering for me. I was standing naked on a mirrored stage with the biggest erection I had ever had while a strange woman stared at me.

“My goodness, what a sight. This must be my lucky day. I’d better make sure that I know the measurements of that thing if I’m to get your pants right.” With that she picked up a tape measure and began to measure my girth and length. “Goodness, Honey. Eight inches! No wonder you can’t get in those little underpants of yours. You need to get yourself some boxers and give that thing some freedom!” She was actually touching my bare erection! Furthermore rather that being repelled by my nakedness, she was enjoying it! “Now what are we going to do about your situation? Looks to me like you need to give yourself some relief. I’ll just take a seat here. Go ahead, big fellow. Take that enormous rod of yours in hand and give it what it wants.” “I . . I . . ,” I tried to say that I couldn’t do that. “Go on. Be a man, for crying out loud. Let me see that thing in action.” I grasped it firmly and wanked. It didn’t take that many strokes before I was ready to explode. She could tell that I was close. I came with a spurt that seemed to come from further inside me than I had ever experienced before. I was panting. She was smiling. “That was a great show, Mr. You’re a real sweetheart.” I felt a pride I had never felt before.

My erection faded away. She handed me my shorts and began cleaning up. “Now let’s get these pants pinned,” she said. I felt exhausted but good. She finished the pants and I got dressed to leave. She gave me a big hug that pressed her breasts into my body. “The suit will be ready in a week, Honey. You take care of yourself and get yourself some new underwear.”

I looked forward all week to picking up the suit and seeing her again. As I approached the shop, the old man was back at the counter. “Hi, there young man. Your suit is ready. My niece said you were one fine young man.” “Is she going to be working here again?” I asked. “Possibly. She was just filling in while I got a little R&R.”

I went away to school and never saw her again but in that short time she changed my entire image of myself.

Here’s a cfnm first-time experience submitted by a female reader - enjoy!

I came across your website while looking for new CFNM material. Ive been hooked on it ever since I discovered that there was this kinda stuff on the internet. I’ve had a few cfnm experiences in my life but I’ve never been able to share them because most of my close friends are relatives that I would be too embarassed to talk to about these things and I don’t ever want my husband to know of them. So I wanted to share them with you. The most intense experiance I had was just a couple of months ago. I’m what you would call a stay at home mother. I take my daughter to and from school and do most of the parent responsibillities while my husband earns our money.

One afternoon, I was doing some laundry. I brought some clothes out to hang in my backyard, which faces open to the park in my neighbourhood. My fence is one that is transparent , made of wire, and theres some pine trees on the other side. As i went back in to get more clothes, I shut the screen door. When i came back , just as I was about to open the screen, I saw this boy who had to be about 17 or 18 yrs old, standing between two of the trees on the other side of my fence with his body facing in my direction, but he wasn’t looking towards my house. I paused just to see what he was doing. He took one look to his left, then his right, then pulled down his pants a little and exposed his penis.

I almost shrieked out of shock but I’m glad i did’nt because he almost for sure would have heard me and looked up. With my eyes totally fixated on him he then started to pee. I couldn’t belive my eyes at first, i was so stunned. He was wearing a tanktop and track pants, I think he was maybe out for a jog or something because he had a bottle of water sticking out of his pocket, but he was a good looking boy that’s for sure. He was peeing for almost 10 seconds, then he gave his penis a a few shakes then pulled up his pants and walked off. At that moment i couldn’t resist and i went up to my bed and started touching myself. You have to understand that nothing ever exciting happens to me like this before. It was one of those things i’ll never forget.

I still fantasize about it almost every day. This boy was about only 5 or 6 meters away from me with his penis out, peeing right in front of me and he did’t even know i was there. Needless to say , it had been a while since i was that close to a young fresh cock like his. I don’t want to sound perverted but it was a very satisfying experiance, I think even more so because it was unexpected. That experiance somewhat sparked my sexual drive again. I mean, im’ not a bad looking woman.

Ive still got my slim figure and can look sexy when i want to, but after that day, I’ve been having more sex with my husband, and I’ve been checking out more guys, especially younger guys, when i go out. Also because of that day I’ve started to surf the net more and that’s how i eventually discovered cfnm and your site. Thank you for hearing out my story. It feels so good to finally tell someone about it.

A reader named Sean submitted this very intriguing piece - great cfnm story with 25 women in it(!)! And ladies, Sean left his email at the end so send him a mail if you’re interested in being an on-looker or just have some comments on the story - enjoy!

I had a massuese in a foreign country who was very attentive to my needs. While we never had sex because our relationship was strictly professional, she eventually coaxed out my desires to be naked in a room full of women. She even inquired if I wanted to masturbate in that situation and be photographed in such a sexual way. I replied yes. I thought it was an interesting conversation and never gave it another thought until a few massage sessions later. She suddenly announced she had a “surprise” for me and called a co-worker to bring a stereo into the massage room.

At first, I thought that was it, just music. After putting on some dance music, she said,” Wait a few minutes” and left the room. I was still fully clothed and was wondering what the hell she was up to. Soon, I heard a lot of female giggling in the hallway and the door opened to allow 25 women to enter. All of them were smiling and laughing. My massuese explained in their language that I was going to take off all my clothes and pose naked for the women.

My massuese continued to tell them that I was also going to masturbate and that taking pictures was encouraged. This caused an explosion of laughter and eager stares from the 25 women. While still laughing, several of the women opened their purses and retrieved their cameras. My massuese turned to me and simply said, “Get naked and give them a show. They are all waiting!”

My face was beet red with a sexual blush as I slowly took off all my clothes. Everytime I took something off, like my shirt or pants, one of the women would take a picture. This was so sexually exciting to me, that by the time I was down to just my bikini underwear, my cock was fully erect and sticking out the top of my woefully small briefs. No wonder some guys only wear boxers. Damn. Bad planning on my part.

My heart was pounding and the rapid pulse was echoed in my fully erect penis as I pulled my underwear down and off. Stepping free from my last shred of modesty, I stood proudly with my dick pulsating and pointing at the ceiling.

All the cameras starting flashing and the women started yelling for me to dance and masturbate. I did as requested. The music was loud and my rock hard dick was moving to the back beat all by itself. So, I grabbed it. As soon as I touched my rigid cock they began taking even more pictures. My massuese came over to me with a bottle of baby oil and lathered my cock with her delicate and slippery touch. I nearly shot cum against the ceiling right then, but managed to stroke myself, and then stop, and then pose for photos, and then masturbate again for another half hour. Finally, I couldn’t stand it anymore and stroked myself continuously and much harder for another few minutes to let myself cum.

My seven squirts of pleasure all either hit the ceiling or high on the wall. This was much to the delight of all the women. One exclaimed, “Ohh, look at the pretty fountain!” in perfect English.

Sexually spent, I fell into a heap onto the nearby bed. My face was flushed more than before and it felt like it was 150 degrees in that room. wOw. What an orgasm! In fact, the very thought of doing “what I did” makes me so horny right now, I’m going to have to cut this short and go find the baby oil. Again. ***smile***

I’d love another repeat of that scene. You can reach me at seanlean@aol.com if you’re interested. Women only, please.

You’re in for a real treat today as I bring to you this real life cfnm experience! I’ve been corresponding with this guy who has truly been there, done that when it comes to cfnm. Check out this story he submitted to us about having some sexy fun with a masseuse and the excitement of having an onlooker!

The Massuese CFNM Experience

I used to frequent a massage parlour in a small town in the Midlands. Massage parlour is probably not the right description - it was a big house which had been converted. Downstairs were reception, locker room and showers. Upstairs were the play rooms, three of them with one girl in each per day. There was also a sitting room and TV. All in all it was a rather pleasant place for a man to go and relax and unwind.

The shower room was open plan, and men getting undressed and showered were in full view of any of the ladies who happened to walk past to their rest room. However, that is not the basis of the experience I am to describe.

It relates to a girl I used to visit regularly, Kylie. I use her “real” name since none of them actually use their real names in any case. She was around 20 and pretty, with a rather nice bottom (my favourite part). I used to visit Kylie regularly, and tried to go on the days when she was there. She got to know me quite well. On one visit, when I went into the room with Kylie, wearing only my towel, there was another girl sitting in the armchair in the room. Kylie explained that the other girl was interested in becoming a masseuse and was learning the ropes. She asked if I would mind her watching me having my massage. She was asking me because I was a regular and she didn’t think I would mind. I agreed without hesitation. I was excited at the prospect of this other girl, fully dressed in her ordinary clothes, watching Kylie playing with my cock. Kylie was in the usual masseuse-type attire, with very short dress, stockings and suspenders.

We proceeded with the massage. I was lying naked on my front as Kylie ran her hands over my shoulders, back and down my legs. When in this position I also like to tuck my penis so it is lying between my legs, pointing towards my feet. That way when the girls rubs up the inside of my leg her fingers brush against the tip of my erection each time. Soon it was time to turn over. As I did so, as usual I had a raging stiffy. Kylie proceeded with the massage, as my cock stood proud upright, and the other girl watched everything. I did my usual favourite activity of putting my hand up her dress and feeling her arse, then leaning over the edge of the table and kissing it, while she massaged my legs and bent over with her back to me.

Then Kylie asked what service I would require today. I had already decided to have hand relief that day, and the money I had brought with me reflected that. Kylie encouraged me to have sex with her. She actually wanted me to fuck her while the other girl watched. I do regret that I stuck with the hand relief, even though I am sure she would have been delighted to be fucked on the spot and let me nip out for more cash afterwards.

As the other girl watched silently Kylie rubbed oil on my cock and proceeded to wank me off, all the while with my greedy hands groping her bottom.

Then it was over and I returned to the shower room, very satisfied with a highly unusual situation. I don’t know to this day whether the other girl ever took the job or not!

- What a fantastic tale. Having watched such a tender and delightful session, I’m sure the new chick was dying to get the job! - Will
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