Dear FemdomU Forum,

I’m in college, which means two things are always true: everyone thinks they’re in control, and almost nobody actually is.

I’ve always loved CFNM (Clothed Female, Naked Male.) There’s something delicious about being fully dressed, calm, curious, hands perfectly manicured, while a guy stands there with his cock exposed, unsure, his balls tightening as goosebumps rise on his skin. I love watching their eyes dart nervously, trying to read my face and failing, their cocks sometimes hardening, sometimes shrinking under my gaze. It doesn’t even have to end in sex. Honestly, most of the time, the power is the point… seeing them stripped bare while I remain buttoned-up, composed, in control. Although I do enjoy fucking them when they’re vulnerable, when they’re already leaking precum, desperate for me to touch them, to give them permission to come. The contrast of my silk blouse against their naked chest, my skirt hiking up just enough as I decide whether they deserve to be inside me.

One of my favorite first dates ever happened in my apartment. We had wine, talked about classes, laughed a lot. At some point I told him about an art project I was “working on.” I asked if he trusted me. He did. I asked him to undress. Slowly. Piece by piece. His hands trembled at his belt buckle, fumbling with the zipper. When he finally stood there naked, his cock already half-hard, I circled him like prey. I pulled out brushes and paint, taking my time while his erection grew fuller under my gaze. I traced cool lines of blue paint along the ridge of his collarbone, down the center of his chest, watching goosebumps rise in the wake of my brush. His breath caught when I painted lower, across his hip bones, deliberately avoiding his cock that now stood fully erect, a drop of precum glistening at the tip. I made him turn around, running the brush down his spine, between the firm muscles of his ass. When I finally touched his cock with the brush, he gasped, his whole body tensing. I took my time, painting intricate patterns along his shaft, watching him struggle not to move as I worked. He never touched me once. He didn’t need to… the power was all mine. I took pictures for my “project,” making him pose with his painted erection prominently displayed. He left with paint still drying on his skin, smiling and shaken, knowing I had the evidence of his complete surrender.

Another time, I was seeing a guy who thought he was getting comfortable with me. He showered at my place all the time, so when I suggested it again, he didn’t think twice. What he didn’t know was that I’d invited three of my girlfriends over… all of them as hungry for this kind of power as I was. I told him to come out when he was done. He stepped into the living room completely naked, towel still damp in his hair, water droplets sliding down his chest and abs. His cock hung thick between his legs, swinging slightly as he walked. He froze when he realized he wasn’t alone. The room went quiet for just a second. Then my friends laughed, slow and amused, eyes traveling over every inch of him. I watched his cock twitch under our collective gaze, beginning to stiffen despite his embarrassment. I sat on the couch like I’d planned it all along, crossing my legs so my skirt rode up just enough to distract him. “Turn around,” I commanded, twirling my finger. “Show the girls everything.” He hesitated, then obeyed, his ass tight and pale compared to the tan on his back. “Now face us again.” By then he was fully hard, his erection pointing straight at us, a sight that made my friends whisper appreciatively. He stood there, red-faced, exposed, pre-cum beginning to glisten at his tip while we looked. I didn’t tell him to cover up. Instead, I asked which of my friends he thought was prettiest, watching him squirm as he tried to answer with his cock betraying every thought. I didn’t have to tell him what would happen next. The wetness between my legs told me I wouldn’t be the only one enjoying him that night. To his credit, he quickly got over the embarrassment and became quite the useful entertainer for my friends – making all four of us cum.

The last one still makes me grin. It was summer, hot enough that clothes felt optional anyway. I was down at the river with three guys from my dorm. Pretty private spot, nobody around for a long stretch in either direction. I joked about how unfair it was that they got to cool off and I didn’t want to mess up my newly polished cherry-red nails. They dared each other. I nudged. I teased. One by one, they stripped and jumped in, cocks flopping, asses tight, water splashing as they dove. Their bodies were slick when they climbed back out, droplets sliding down their chests, their soft cocks shrinking from the cool water. I stayed on the dock, legs crossed so my skirt rode up just enough to show a hint of lace, sunglasses hiding my hungry eyes, watching them drip and shiver while I stayed perfectly dry. They kept going back in just so I’d keep looking, showing off for me, flexing as they dove.

After an hour of this game, I stood up, stretched deliberately so my breasts pushed against my thin top. “Enough,” I announced, my voice husky. “I need to be fucked. Right now.” Their shocked expressions quickly melted into eager grins as their cocks stiffened in record time. I had them lay down side by side on the warm wooden dock, their erections pointing skyward like flagpoles. I stripped slowly, making them watch as I revealed my body inch by inch, never breaking eye contact. My pussy was already dripping wet from the power play. I straddled the first boy, sliding down his thick shaft with a moan that echoed across the water. I rode him hard, my tits bouncing, until he was gasping, right on the edge… then I lifted off, his cock slapping wetly against his stomach, and crawled to the next. I played this game of hop-cock for what felt like hours, grinding my soaked cunt onto each throbbing dick, feeling them stretch me open, then denying them release. Their moans and pleas for me to let them cum just made my pussy clench tighter. With all three desperate boys at my disposal, their cocks purple and leaking, balls drawn up tight, I finally decided who deserved to fill me with cum first.

Once I made the decision, I rode the first boy mercilessly, my hips grinding down hard as I clenched my pussy around his thick shaft. “Fuck, I’m gonna… ” he gasped, his fingers digging into my thighs as his cock pulsed, shooting hot ropes of cum deep inside me. I didn’t stop, milking every drop until it leaked out around his still-hard dick. Without missing a beat, I crawled to the second boy, his eyes wild with lust as he watched my cum-slicked pussy hover above his swollen cockhead. “You want this sloppy cunt?” I purred, lowering myself just enough to let him feel the heat. When I finally impaled myself on him, he groaned at the obscene squelching sound of his friend’s cum coating his shaft. “Jesus Fucking Christ,” he moaned as I bounced on him, my tits slapping against my chest, my pussy making filthy wet noises with each thrust. He lasted barely two minutes before adding his load to the mess inside me. By the time I mounted the third boy, cum was dripping down my inner thighs, my pussy stretched and sloppy. His cock slid in effortlessly, glazed with the combined seed of his friends. “You like fucking this cum-filled hole?” I taunted, watching his eyes roll back as I worked my hips in tight circles. When he finally erupted, pumping yet another hot load into my overflowing cunt, I felt it immediately seeping out, running down his balls and pooling on the dock beneath us.

That’s the thing about CFNM. It’s not about taking anything away. It’s about letting them give it up willingly, just to see what I’ll do with the moment.

And I always enjoy the moment.

— CFNM BABE

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