A Girlie Night In

by Sandy

Caution: This Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa, Consensual, Heterosexual, FemaleDom, Spanking, Humiliation, Masturbation, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, .

Desc: Sex Story: While browsing a BDSM site, three friends stumble upon Skinnyboy's advert and an evening of CFNM fun is arranged.

Sally and Kate huddled close to Ann, watching the cursor fly around the computer screen. It hovered for a moment over a link before the screen went blank and they waited for the page to load. "Here we go..." Ann announced as a list of adverts appeared.

Ann scrolled down the adverts selecting the odd one, which they read with varying degrees of amusement. Most were looking for a woman they could serve as a slave. Some were hoping to find a woman who would cane or humiliate them in some way. Quite a few seemed desperate, others rather pathetic and sad, while the occasional advert appeared more intelligent and articulate. Not that they were seriously considering any of the ads, they were simply having a bit of fun browsing the some times sincere, though often bizarre appeals...

'Shy, skinnyboy, 22, total novice, no experience, desperately seeks a Mistress who would be gracious enough to allow him the opportunity to serve her in anyway she saw fit. Sexual contact not a prerequisite, just the opportunity to serve for her amusement/punishment. I will do anything you wish so long as it does not involve another male, is not in public or constitutes an illegal act. Long term relationship preferred but brief, one-off, encounter considered. Please help me fulfil my fantasy.'

Sally howled with laughter as she read the advert again. "Hey Skinnyboy, come round here and take your clothes off so we can watch you play with yourself!"

"Do you think he would?" Kate grinned slyly.

"Probably..." Answered Ann, "But then again he placed the advert over a month ago so he's most likely found someone or has got cold feet — anyway there's three of us."

"So what?"

"Aww! Come on — what guy is going to strip off and play with himself in front of three of us."

"Male strippers do it all the time."

"Not wank themselves off they don't."

Sally giggled loudly, "Do you think he'd go that far?"

"Why not — he said anything — email him and ask him."

"Really?" Kate screeched sceptically. "You're going to invite him over here to take all his clothes off?"

Ann turned her head from side to side, looking at her two friends with a wicked sparkle of amusement in her eyes, as if daring the other two to consent. "Shall I?"

Two heads bobbed in agreement and an email was composed in double quick time. They giggled profoundly as they suggested various amendments to their composition. Slowly they calmed down and agreed on something less crude, something which stated the basic facts: They were three women looking for a bit of fun, was he interested in providing the three of them with some private entertainment one evening, discretion assured/expected, and approximately where they lived.

The next day both Sally and Kate got text messages from Ann saying she had received a reply to their email and that they should visit her. That evening the three of them duly assembled at Ann's house to read the brief email, which read as follows:

'Dear Mistress (they immediately fell about with laughter), Thank you for your email, I can confirm that I am still available although I am not sure about there being three of you as I have never done anything like this before. May I respectfully ask what exactly it is that you require of me — skinnyboy'

They found the idea of being addressed as Mistress highly amusing. Sally was practically rolling around the floor with laughter whilst Kate was a little more cautious... "You don't suppose he expects us to dress up in leather and stuff like that do you?"

Ann reassured her that wasn't the case; the term Mistress was merely a polite reference, an acknowledgement, that he saw them as being in charge. They started to discuss how they should word their reply and try to lure him in, especially as he was so obviously nervous of the fact that they out numbered him three to one.

"I think we should tell him outright that we don't expect him to grovel at our feet, lick our boots or anything like that." Sally suggested, "At the same time we should try to bait him somehow."

"What do you mean by that?"

"Well offer him some kind of incentive."

"Not sex." Kate replied firmly. "Don't you dare suggest anything like that or I shan't come."

"No silly. Tell him we want him to undress in front of us, to play with himself until he ejaculates while we watch. And ask him if we would be allowed to touch him — that should wet his appetite."

"It say's he's never done it before — do you think he'll turn up?"

"There is only one way to find out."

A reply was drafted, reworded a couple of times and then sent. They sat giggling as they discussed their plans for the next twenty minutes. Ann's computer suddenly announced that she had mail and the three of them scrambled back to the computer. None of them had expected such a swift reply, which could only mean that Skinnyboy was currently online...

Dear Mistresses, Yes touching would be allowed if that was your wish. I'm still a bit nervous about there being three of you. I think that in order for this to work from my point of view you would all have to be quite dominate, or at least one of you be very dominate, so that I would feel that I had little choice other than to obey your every wish and command.

"Oh my God! I can't believe we are doing this." Kate gasped "Who's going to be the dominate one — not me, that's for sure."

"Ann — it was her idea." Sally immediately suggested.

"What about you?"

"I'd laugh too much." Sally answered with a chuckle.

A flurry of email exchanges passed, none of which produced a confirmation that Skinnyboy would actually be willing to attend. Finally Ann wrote to him, reassured him that they were serious in their invitation and that as it appeared he was not genuinely interested, they would move on and invite another more worthy slave for their evenings entertainment. A swift reply followed, asking for a date, a time and an address.

A week later the three young women gathered at Ann's house to await Skinnyboy's arrival. They set about re-arranging the furniture in Ann's living room, chatting excitedly as they closed the curtains and shifted her sofa so as to create a space where they could all watch the impending performance. Despite their obvious nervous excitement and high spirits, Ann told them in a serious voice that they needed to act sensibly and not put him off. "It would be a disaster if he arrived, took one look and ran for home." She told them both, "So keep the laughter under control."

Ten minutes before he was due to arrive there was a knock at the door. Sally started giggling as she grabbed a bottle of wine. Ann scowled a warning at her as she headed for the hallway. Kate sat herself down on the sofa, nervously adding her own voice of caution for Sally to calm down. They heard Ann open the door and Sally plonked herself down on the sofa next to Kate to await his entrance.

Ann showed a tall, thin young man into the room and introduced her two friends. Kate and Sally both rose to their feet to greet him. He stood awkwardly before them, his face already turning pink as he nodded to the two young women. He was smartly dressed in a suit jacket over jeans and shirt. It was easy to see where he had got his name from. His advert had stated that he was twenty-two though he looked much younger, and he was very slim, giving the impression of a stick. He rose to some height, and then dangled down again.

"Do you need anything before we begin?" He looked at Ann in confusion; his eyes darting quickly back to Kate and Sally. "Well do you need to use the bathroom or something before we get started?"

A quick nervous nod of his head indicated that the bathroom was required and Ann gave him directions. No sooner had he vanished than Sally scoffed, "What have we done — he's a stick-insect!"

"What do you want me to do — send him away?" Ann answered from the door.

"Well he's here now — we can't just tell him to go!" Kate replied.

"We might as well have a look at his dick now that he's here." Sally remarked with a giggle.

They waited for him to return. The door opened gently and he stepped inside looking edgy, his gaze avoiding each of the women. Ann took charge, directing him to the middle of the room where they could all watch him undress. He paddled across to the centre of the room in his stocking feet. It was a rule of Ann's that everyone took their shoes off when entering her house. He turned to face the three women looking apprehensive.

For a moment the three grinning girls glanced puzzled at each other, unsure if they should do something. Ann took the initiative... "Do you want some music to dance to?"

He shook his head quickly.

"Right, well get on with it then — everything off."

He slipped his jacket off and neatly folded it before carefully laying it across the arm of a chair. Next he pulled his tee shirt up over his head to reveal a slim, pale chest that was totally smooth and hairless. His ribs were clearly defined around his chest and two small, flat nipples stood out in stark contrast against his pallid skin. Things did not look good from the women's point of view. His elbows and wrists were sharp-edged, and looked awkward against his painfully thin arms.

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