Wednesday, 25 April 2012

After eight

Sarah had been reluctant to come to this party. She was good friends with her colleague. Even though she knew he had a bit of a crush on her she had wanted to celebrate his birthday. But she now found herself in a room full of strangers.

Her thoughts had already turned to Dan. She should have been at home with him, patching their relationship together. It had been his fault, though, springing such a thing on her. She finished her third glass of wine.

From across the room came a lady in her late thirties. Sarah assessed her as she approached. She wouldn't have guessed her age, in fact she estimated her to be maybe in her late twenties. Her skin was pale and unblemished, her green eyes sparkly and her brown hair perfect without a trace of grey.

Sarah was glad that this woman was dressed in clothes as revealing as the ones wore. Clothes she had chosen to spite Dan by catching the attention of any man. Sarah herself enjoyed a simple beauty and her blue eyes and blonde hair never failed to turn heads, especially coupled with the mini skirt and low cut top she had on tonight.

"Hi, I'm Cara."
"Sarah."

They shook hands and Cara took a seat beside Sarah. Immediately the conversation ran through the various topics of small talk. Despite the banal chatter Sarah found herself liking Cara.

"I noticed you looking a bit distracted when I came over." Said Cara.
"Hmmm, yes. Man problems."
"Oh? I've had my fair share of those."
"Hopefully not like this one."

Sarah was by now quite tipsy and found herself laying out the personal nature of her problem.

"I've been with my boyfriend for years and we now live together. Suddenly the other day he tells me he wants to try a threesome or maybe group sex. The cheeky bastard even says he'd be happy to share me."
"And you're obviously not keen?"
"I don't know, but I don't like how he thinks of me like that."

Cara took Sarah's hand and led her to a room in which they were alone. They both sat. Cara then proceeded to lay out a story that captivated her new friend.

Cara had been married at 21. Her husband, Greg, was several years older and already a successful businessman. In his spare time he ran an elite club whose members shared a common interest in erotic art. They were none of them artists, but all were collectors of either photos or paintings of men and women in various states of undress and ecstasy.

Greg had started this club with two of his friends. Cara liked these two other men and enjoyed wearing revealing outfits whenever they came around. Her husband had noted this. One day, when the three friends were drawing a club meeting to a close, Greg went and gave his wife some instructions.

As the men were saying their farewells Cara came into the room carrying the two friends' coats. She was completely naked. The men drank in her sublime body, from her long legs, up to her firm thighs, the soft pink curtains of her pussy and the light brown trimmed hair above. Their gaze ended on her full breasts and nipples which stood bullet erect.

Cara maintained a blank expression as she handed them their coats. Greg ushered his friends out of the room. She didn't ever find out what happened in the following weeks but before the month was over she noticed that her husband's club had grown to over a dozen members.

"Must have been crowded." Commented Sarah.
"Not really. We lived in a huge house, kind of a mansion really. The guys all got together in the library and there was plenty of space. Greg had bought some posh leather sofas. He didn't tell me why we needed them, but I soon found out."

Members were now being charged to be part of the erotic art club. In return they had use of Greg and Cara's library and the occasional artist or photographer came in to give talks. Certain members were paying much more than others. In return they received a unique benefit. Cara.

At seven thirty on club evenings the regular members were shown the door. Those that had paid extra remained on the sofas. A small table set in the middle of the room was cleared of drinks.

Wearing nothing but black strappy heals Cara was led into the room by her husband. She paraded naked in front of the members then went to the table. She kneeled on top and pressed her breasts to the surface, exposing her pussy and anus to the men. Around the room erections grew and bulged in trousers.

Cara stayed in this position for five minutes whilst the men drank in the view. Greg then went to her, placed a hand on her ass and she stood and walked out of the room. In the following weeks membership grew to over thirty. Every week those who paid a premium had their fill of this beautiful woman.

Cara loved the attention. She had never felt so beautiful, so enpowered and so incredibly turned on. And so, when Greg suggested other tiers of membership she readily agreed.

Tier one members left at seven thirty, tier two after Cara's naked appearance shortly after. But now there were usually six or seven members who were paying even more. The club wasn't about erotic art any more. It was about Cara.

After eight the men on the sofas went quiet. Greg came into the room, followed by Cara who was still naked except for those high heals. She now carried a silver tray on which rested a tube of lubricant, three condoms, a glass dildo and a thick black butt plug.

She placed the tray on the small table and resumed her kneeling position. Now the members stood amd approached the real life work of art. They took it in turns to squeeze lubricant on their fingers and gently applied it in and around her orifices. Next they slicked the toys with the slime and penetrated her glistening pussy and tight ass.

At any one time there were hands cupping her breasts, tweaking her nipples. There were hands sliding the glass dildo in and out of her juicy hole, sometimes replaced by probing fingers. There were also fingers in her ass or the butt plug filling her completely.

Eight thirty came around and Greg would ring a small bell. All but three of the most elite members vacated the house. Whenever a member attained the elite they were handed a scalpel. They were then invited to make a small nick in Cara's skin, just above the buttock.

This left a tiny raised scar and marked the number of men to whom Cara belonged. The knife was so sharp that Cara felt no pain, something Greg was very careful to ensure.

The elite who remained at the end of the evening were allowed to unzip their trousers and release their bulging erections, which by now were oozing pre cum. They had each taken a condom from the tray and now unrolled it over their hard members.

Each week the three, and there could only ever be three, changed positions. One lay on the table, his cock secreted hard in Cara's pussy. Another stood at her head so that she could suckle him. The third stood behind and stuffed his throbbing erection into her ass. Each week Cara pleasured these members who paid handsomely for her body, and gleefully sought out their particular small scar on her body that indicated their ownership.

"Oh, wow. I'm breathless." Said Sarah once Cara had finished her story. "I'm also a little bit turned on." She giggled.
"It was an amazing experience. I've never had such powerful orgasms. Greg still runs the club but I'm no longer the main attraction. In fact we've been struggling to find my replacement."

When the two women parted they hugged. Beneath Cara's thin top Sarah felt about twenty small bumps along her lower back and gasped.

"What? You didn't believe me?" Asked Cara.
"Well...."
"There are 20 marks on me. The club won't let any more men own me."
"You're still, er, owned?"
"Yes. I service the guys' needs every now and then, but Greg is my ultimate master."

Sarah left the party with Cara's number stored on her phone. She talked it over with Dan who thought it a fantastic idea. It took a couple more weeks for Sarah to gain the courage needed to go to the club. One thing she couldn't agree to, yet, was the marking.

She was trembling with nerves as she stood outside Greg and Cara's library, fully unclothed and carrying the silver tray. But she also felt comforted in the knowledge that Dan was just behind the door. She was also getting a bit excited.

At the sound of the bell the door opened and the feel of eight pairs of eyes taking her in was almost physical. She tried to keep her face neutral when she spotted Dan. Some of the men were in shadows. She took her position on the table. She watched as the men stood and came to her.

Up until that moment she hadn't felt conscious about her nudity. But then she gasped as she recognised one of the men. Her colleague, the one she knew had a thing for her.

She suddenly felt very naked, surrounded by clothed men who were ogling her tits, her pussy and her wide open ass. As the other men began busying themselves with her orifices her colleage went to the tray and smiled at her. He picked up a condom.

Monday, 9 April 2012

CFNM Down Under

A short while ago, when I was in my late twenties, I was a resident of the exciting city of Melbourne for four whole months. I had a job that allowed me to play during the day and a girlfriend who had given me permission to do whatever I liked with whomever I liked.

It was a hot summer that saw daytime temperatures hitting over 38°. I felt my passions rise with the heat. There was something I had heard about called CFNM. Clothed Female Naked Male, for men who liked to be unclothed and women who derived pleasure from looking at them.

I found a CFNM group in Melbourne, run by a girl who couldn't seem to get enough of naked male flesh. I sent her a message letting her know I was curious. She replied by telling me that if I was serious she would take me to a nearby nudist beach.

As we drove along she told me more about herself and her desires. Up until this point I had never spoken with anyone of the opposite sex who had such clear and kinky interests and, more importantly, was happy to speak candidly of them.

We found a quiet spot at the beach.

"Do you want me naked?" I asked.
"Yes." She replied unhesitatingly.

I peeled off my shirt and stepped out of my shoes, revelling in the feel of powdery warm sand between my toes. Off came my shorts. Up until we had arrived in Melbourne my girlfriend and I had been travelling for several months. Being in the sun for so long and carrying a heavy backpack had resulted in my skin being toned a deep bronze, my muscles to be pronounced and my hair bleached blonde.

I enjoyed her absorbing my body as I slipped off my underwear, my sex slightly swollen by the warmth of the sun. As we chatted about nothing for an hour my companion constantly shifted her gaze from the sea to my pecs and abs then down to my legs. At one point I was asked to walk to the waves so that she could admire my rear.

After a couple of days she got in touch to thank me. I asked if she would like to do it again. I was thrilled by her reply. She wanted to play with me at her house.

When the day arrived I spent at least an hour trimming and preening. I was happy with how I looked. It was perhaps the hottest day of the summer and I was glowing with heat when she opened the door.

She didn't hesitate. She made herself comfortable sitting on the floor and asked me to strip.

I repeated the show from the beach only this time much slower. I turned my back to her as I slid my boxers slowly over my buttocks until they crested the taut muscles and sprang down past my thighs.

"Don't move." She ordered. I was still bent over after pulling down my underwear. "Spread your legs."

"Your balls are hanging heavy. Full of cum." 

She stroked my ass, ran her fingers down the cleft to get a handful of my dangling orbs. Her hands felt cool. She made me stand properly and turned me around.

Her hand traced down my torso then encircled my soft, glistening shaft. Within seconds I was hardening. She produced a ruler.

"I like to measure guys." She explained. I was getting bigger and harder. "Just over 7 inches, you're a big boy." She laughed. "Big girth too."

She told me to turn, bend and spread again. "See how your balls are tighter and don't hang as much when you're erect?" 

We chatted for a bit next to each other on the sofa. I posed for some pictures that she said she would enjoy later.

"Do you like having your ass played with?" She asked.
"I do. My girlfriend bought me a toy for my birthday and it feels great."
"Has she ever found your g-spot?"
"No, I don't think so."
"But you know you have one? The prostate?"
"Yes, I've heard about it."

She went out the room and returned with a box. She fetched out an object about 20 centimetres long, slightly curved and with a small ball shape at one end.

"This is a prostate massager. You wanna give it a try?"

I agreed straight away, glad that I had cleaned inside and out earlier. She warned me that it could produce quite a powerful feeling, especially first time.

I was told to lie on the floor, knees up and legs apart. She squirted some lube on her hands and slicked it over my cock. Next she donned a rubber glove and daubed more lube on her finger. She circled my smooth opening then slid inside me, spreading the clear goo.

It felt immensely erotic letting someone play with my intimate place. There aren't many who have seen me there let alone finger me. Finally she applied yet more lube to the toy.

When the cold plastic gently penetrated I gasped. I raised my ass and gave myself to her. One hand stroked my cock whilst the other slowly pistoned the massager in and out. Cold lube dribbled over my ass.

She squeezed the tip of my sex then increased the grasp on the shaft. I found it hard to concentrate on both the feeling of being both masturbated and toyed in the ass.

Suddenly she found a spot deep inside me that almost caused me to black out and lose total control. I gasped again, louder than before, causing her to stop.

"Too much?" 
"I think so, yes. For now."

I was disappointed. I really wanted to experience reaching orgasm through anal play, but this was too much for one day. She carefully extracted the toy and lustfully stroked my hole and perenium again. She reached for the ruler again.

"7.5 inches, I reckon this is as big as you're going to get."

She pulled the glove off and ran her forefinger from the tip to the base of my erection then stood.

"You aren't going to finish me?" I asked.
"Not today."

I dressed and we bade farewell. I rode the tram home still feeling a little disappointed and desperate to release the pent up desire throbbing in my cock.

We never met again. I still haven't orgasmed through anal play, something I definitely hope to put right one day.