CFNM Fun With Carla

For the meat of the story, scroll to the astrisk.

In 1999, my job sent me to Oregon for a few months. Through Skype, I hooked up with Carla. She lived around 150miles from where I was assigned.

Carla-

Carla was a large woman- around 6' tall and 210lbs (*I am only 5-9). She had long blonde hair, average looks. Though heavy, she carried her weight well (think Wendy Williams with light skin). Her large breasts were firm, almost perky. When pleasing me orally, her soft breasts would rub my inner thighs, causing me to cum rather quickly.

Our Relationship-

It was 95% physical. Most weekends, one of us would travel to the other. We'd spend the time screwing and watching movies or surfing the internet, including porn. I am a decent cook. Instead of ordering out, I'd make things like pizza and egg rolls- all from scratch. Through our porn choices, I learned she wanted to try a FFM threesome (which we did a few times). In the same way, we both discovered the phenomena of CFNM. I am not a fan of FemDom with leather and restraints and such. However, a man doing light tasks for women while being deprived of clothes intrigued us both. We loved the videos of nude men forced to swim with suited women and similar scenarios. We both wanted to try it. Though we'd already had sex many times, the thought of surrendering myself to her in that way was arousing.

*The Surprise - (We did not plan this together)

I arrived one Saturday morning around 10 am. She buzzed me up to her apartment. She opened the door wearing a short black dress, black stockings, white blouse and navy blazer. Her high heels made her more than 5" taller than me. She backed away when I leaned in for a kiss.

Winking, she said, "Get those clothes off!" As I fumbled with shirt buttons, she made quick work of my pants and boxers. Once fully naked, she took me into her arms and kissed me aggressively. The feeling of her clothes on my exposed skin made me feel both shy and excited. Breaking the kiss, she pointed to a vacuum and other cleaning supplies. I was to clean the apartment while she worked at the kitchen table (she was a CPA).

Apartment Layout - It was one large room: 75% carpet with a tiled corner where the sink, stove and fridge were. A single door at the far end led to the bedroom and bathroom.

Carla kept me busy by vacuuming, cleaning the dishes and serving her coffee. She had me crawl under the table to massage her feet. Several times, she slapped my bare ass and gave my cock a tug, tickle or a lick.  All the while she kept up the appearance and demeanor of the tough business woman she was. I was loving every minute of it, so, I was bummed when the intercom buzzed. Three of her co-workers had come to work on the same accounts Carla was working on. Disappointed, I headed to the bedroom to get dressed. It was locked!

"Come on Carla. Seriously, open the door."

"Oh, this isn't over yet," she said with a smile as she buzzed them up.

I pleaded a few more times, but she didn't budge.  I was not prepared for this. With absolutely nowhere to go or hide, I tried to cover with a dish-rag as the door opened and three smartly dressed women walked in.  It was awkward (for me), embarrassing and not arousing at all. To make it worse, the nervousness made my cock and balls shrink back to almost nothing.

I had met these women in weeks past. They all said "Hello" to me then sat at the table as though nothing was out of the ordinary.  They worked in earnest as I served them coffee and snacks. I was not enjoying this... yet.

Tess (a bit of a slut, according to Carla) voiced disappointment in my cock size.

"Is this little thing what you were bragging about?" Carla insisted I was normally much bigger. Tess then grabbed my cock. She placed two fingers behind my balls, then tightly squeezed my cock head for a few seconds. When she released, my cocked swelled to its full 6" and girth in less than 10 seconds (leave a comment if you know of this technique. I have never seen it before or since).

The next few hours were spent the same way as when it was Carla alone. Someone would rub, pinch or tickle my cock as I walked by. They all got foot/calf massages. I made homemade pizza sauce and dough from scratch. When their work was done, I served the pizza and sat with them at the table. The girls openly played footsies with me and each other. The softness of their nylon-covered feet rubbing my inner thighs and penis kept me at full arousal. It was great. Nothing more happened. No handjob or anything.They all departed after lunch. It was a great day. Carla had enjoyed it as much as I did, possibly more so.  She was horny!

Using a camcorder (Google it if you're under 30) she had recorded parts of the day with me as the focus.  Now she wanted to record us fucking. Removing her shoes she leaned forward over the sofa. She raised the back of her skirt, revealing crotchless pantyhose. . She crouched (to lower herself to my level) and I entered her from behind. The camera was in perfect position: a naked man thrusting into a dressed woman. Carla came hard and I followed suit. Hours later, we watched our own video. Carla got so horny, she masturbated to orgasm watching it.

A bit anticlimatic, but such is real life.

Best,

Ray