She started to smile and then a wave of seriousness flowed over her face. “My Gawd, Brad,” she said, “I don’t know what to say. I’ve never had anyone make me cum so many times.”
Smiling proudly, I looked down to where we were still joined. We were both covered with the shiny and slimy mixture of our combined juices. Her pussy held me tightly, both sets of lips forced apart by my cock and I could see her clit peeking out from beneath its hood. As I started to pull out, I could see more and more of her pussy come into view, and as it did, I was overwhelmed at the pinkness and wetness between her legs.
Finally, my cock pulled out of her with a ‘plop’ and she held her legs open letting me look at her. There was just one more thing I needed to do, I thought, and with that, I scooted back and lowered my head to her pussy and began to kiss and lick her again.
“Brad!” She exclaimed. “What are you doing?”
There was no need to answer her. She knew exactly what I was doing. I buried my face between her pussy lips and started to suck, lick and kiss her without any thought to the fact that she was filled with my own cum. To most men, I guess it would be revolting to suck up your own cum, but that never crossed my mind. To me, all I saw was her vagina laying open, begging to be kissed and licked and loved. As I kissed her there, I started to worry about what she would think of me doing this, but, I soon felt her hands on the back of my head, guiding my mouth to where she wanted it. So as I sucked, licked and kissed, she moaned and cooed while I thoroughly enjoyed myself.
When I was done kissing her down there, she stretched her arms out to me and softly said “Come here.” Rising up and crawling up her body, she pulled me down to her chest and used her hands to turn my face to hers and then she kissed me on the lips…. warmly and deeply, just like I had dreamed of thousands of times before.
And now she knew how much I loved her.
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I spent the next few days in total ecstasy re-living the evening Sharron and I shared at her place and recalling every detail of how I felt when my cock was resting snugly inside the cozy tenderness of Sharron’s angelic warm pussy. If there’s a woman on Earth who really is a ’10’, then Sharron has to be an ’11’. I was sure of it. She’s cute, sexy and smart.
Each time I thought back to that night, my cock instantly grew to epic proportions recalling how I stood naked before her with my eyes closed as she teased me. I could still feel her light touch as it grazed across my skin and the gentle softness of her hand as it closed tenderly, but firmly, around my engorged member. I could almost cum without touching myself just thinking about what we did that evening, the way she made me feel and the level of excitement she raised in me.
In my wildest imagination, I would have never expected her to test me the way she did. But the way she did it the way she teased and taunted me brought me to a fever pitch so quickly that it caused my erection to pulse uncontrollably, almost making my cock erupt as I stood naked in front of her. How did she know to do these things to me? Did she read about it in Cosmo, or does she simply know me so well that she knew exactly what to do to take my breath away? It doesn’t matter though, because in spite of how she knew to do it, or why she did it, nothing would change the fact that she was in complete and total command of my emotions and my cock.
It was through the events of that one night, amazingly enough, where I finally came to grips with my misplaced love for her. I don’t know if it was the heartfelt talk we had, or the fact that I was finally able to consummate my love for Sharron in the most prurient and intimate manner imaginable. That night, I kissed, licked, sucked, caressed and made love to the most beautiful and alluring woman on the planet the woman of my dreams the woman who played the starring role in so many breathtaking jackoff fantasies, and I did it… I made love to her with fire and a passion that literally filled my heart to the brim. And when it was over, I felt absolutely complete. Maybe it was the act of filling her with my hot cum, or sucking her tender nipples between my lips….. or making her cum with my tongue. But, whatever it was, the spell was broken and I finally realized I could live without her loving me back.
As we approached Saturday, I abided by her wishes and didn’t call or text page her. But when Friday came and I hadn’t heard from her, I was starting to worry that she cancelled our CFNM weekend. All of my worrying turned out to be worthless because shortly before lunch on Friday, as I was sitting in my office trying to finish my sales projections for next quarter, Sharron text paged me.
“Do u still want to do CFNM wkend? Yes/No.” She asked.
“Yes.” I texted back.
“K,” she replied, “Ck ur email now 4 details and instructions.”
By the time I could open up a browser session and fire up my email, there was a note waiting for me with the subject line: ‘CFNM Naked Brad: read and reply’.
As I opened the email, my cock naturally began to swell and I took a second to adjust it in my pants, making room for what I knew was going to be the inevitable hardening of my cock.
A plethora of feelings flushed over me as I read her email:
“Brad, over the years I have been touched by your kindness and closeness. You have been my friend and a confidant when I needed one. You’ve made me laugh and I feel utterly unencumbered when I’m with you. I realize now how much you must have loved me to keep your hopes alive for all these years, and how hard it was to keep those feelings a secret from me. I do love you, I hope you know that, but it’s not the kind of love that will find us standing at the alter and planning a life together as husband and wife. I am sorry that we can’t be together like that and I hope you now understand why.”
“After you left my condo the other night, I thought about things. Specifically, I thought lot about what we did. After a while, three indisputable facts became clear to me. The first is that I don’t want to ever lose your friendship. It means too much to me, Brad. The next thing is that I immensely enjoyed it when you were naked. It was such a turn-on to see your cock get hard and throb the way it did. Every time I think about what you did after lunch with my panties and that night at the condo, I get so excited I can’t wait to get my hands between my legs and get myself off. It’s like I’ve discovered a deep longing about me that is surfacing and craving more. The truth be told, I loved it and I want more.”
“That brings me to the last indisputable fact, and that is, I know you enjoyed it too, Brad. I could tell by the look on your face and the way your body reacted that you really got off on it, too. I’m willing to bet almost anything that the excitement you felt stroking your cock for me has to be better than wanking yourself all alone in bed, isn’t it? The way your cock exploded and the amount of cum that came out of that magnificent tool of yours tells me that you enjoyed it as much as I did.”
“So, that brings me to the point where I have to ask you a very important question. Brad, would you like to be my full-time CFNM man? What I mean is, if we both like it, doesn’t it make sense that we can both get something we want and help each other out at the same time? I feel comfortable doing this with you. So, if you feel comfortable doing it with me, would you like to be my full-time CFNM man? If your answer is ‘Yes’, then I want you to read the rest of this email very carefully and email me back by 2:00 PM today with just one word: ‘Yes’.”
“If this doesn’t interest you, then stop reading now. If I don’t hear back from you by 2:00 PM, then let’s just forget about the CFNM thing and we can go back to being friends like we were.”
“Okay, so if you’re still reading this, then I assume you’re interested. I can’t tell you how happy I am. What I would like is for you and I to be friends, just like we were before we met for lunch that day. But, to go along with that, I’m offering you the opportunity to be my full-time CFNM man one weekend per month. What that means is that you will stay at my house and be naked all weekend, gloriously exposed for me to touch and enjoy any way I choose until you leave at the end of the weekend. At the bottom of this note, you’ll find the rules, the CFNM rules. Bradley, you have to understand that I expect you to follow these rules. I know some of the rules might seem shocking to you, especially the ones about erections, masturbation and you remaining naked when I have visitors, but, they are the rules and you’ll have to follow them if you want to be my naked man.”
“There might be other times when I might invite you over for a few hours at a time to assume your CFNM role. If and when that happens, all the rules will apply from the time you walk in the door until the time you leave. Of course, there will be times when you’re over and it won’t be CFNM. During those times, you won’t have to worry about the rules.”
“There is one thing I need to make very clear and this is probably a good time to bring it up. This is important, Brad, so please pay attention here. When ever we are having our CFNM time, you can’t expect any sexual favors from me. I might dress in a way to excite or tease you, but you can’t misinterpret this as an invitation to touch me or expect to see me undressed or naked. CFNM means clothed female / nude male, and it’s intended for me to enjoy seeing you naked and exposed, not the other way around. So, if you do this, you do it with the understanding that you’re going to be there completely naked, and expressly for my enjoyment.”
It was at this point in her note where I realized I was unconsciously rubbing the length of my engorged package as it lie throbbing inside my pants.
“I might touch you and yes, I might even do sexual things to you if it amuses me. I just can’t imagine having that beautiful cock close to me and not wanting to touch or enjoy it. I will most definitely want to see it hard, watch you play with it and entertain me with it. I might even ask you to do something to pleasure me from time to time, but, don’t assume anything and don’t expect anything in return.”
“Now, Brad, I don’t want to paint a picture here that deprives you of enjoying yourself, too. It goes without saying that you’ll have ample opportunities and ample stimulation to make yourself cum as often as you can get hard. I’m almost confident that you’re going to get a pretty big thrill out of me being there, stimulating you, directing you and watching you. If I’m wrong on that, please let me know, but I’ve got this feeling I’m dead on. Maybe I should put it to you in these terms: by the time you leave each time, I wouldn’t be surprised if you’re too worn out to get another hard-on.”
I read the rest of her note and then reread the whole thing three more times. My cock was about to bust through my zipper reading and fantasizing what it would be like. There were spots in her email where she went into an incredible amount of detail. It was clear to me she was going to an amazing amount of effort to make this as real as possible for both of us. For example, Sharron purchased a wooden chest, which she put by her front door, to hold all my personal belongings and my clothes. The idea was, as soon as I came inside, I was to immediately undress and put all my things in there. And to add to the realism, she said there was a lock on the chest, but she hoped she wouldn’t have to use it.