Flipped A Switch – CFNM Turn On

Flipped A Switch -- CFNM Turn On

The senior executive was whisked by taxi after her last work session of the week to a hotel across town and, before she got out of the Uber Black vehicle, she was blindfolded and led to a hotel suite by her co-worker and close friend, Jill.

While her eyesight was restricted, her other senses kicked in and she could clearly hear female voices, clicking glasses and the popping open of bottles of presumably alcohol. She was seated in a comfortable easy chair with arms, and it had been such a whirlwind the past few days she relished the relaxation.

But, she wondered, what could be ahead?

She felt the hand of Jill place something in her lap. She touched it and it appeared to be a switch.

"When you are ready to be turned on, Emma," said Jill, "then simply flip the switch."

What did she even mean by "turned on?"

Emma suddenly felt the presence of many women in the space and the pressure to flip that switch and hopefully get this party started.

It got eerily quiet as she held off a few more seconds..... and then, Emma flipped the switch!

The lights came on but she was still blindfolded.

There was a loud chant of "Congratulation, Emma, on your Decade of Excellence."

Jill lifted the blindfold and Emma, amidst the applause and female banter, regained her vision and saw three tall, handsome waiters holding trays. The men were all in their late 20's or early 30's and had classic good looks, square jawlines, white gleaming smiles, and muscles everywhere.

Emma knew this because the three studs were bare-assed waiters wearing only small aprons barely covering their crotches. The white guy on the right held a tall flute glass, the black man in the middle poured from a champagne bottle handed to him by the Hispanic fellow on the left. They then poured one for Jill, who had been babysitting me while the other women -- a dozen in total in the lavish hotel suite -- had been handed their own beverages to toast Emma.

The three gorgeous men stood before Emma as her emissary guards and smiled at me, enjoying the ample cleavage my dress was presenting them. Jill was stunning herself and nothing to sneeze at.

Jill stood tall and raised her shimmering glass:

"Cheers to 10 years of visionary leadership, relentless drive, and outstanding success.

A decade ago, you stepped into this role, and ever since, you have not just navigated the course of this company--you have actively shaped its future. True leadership isn't just about reaching milestones; it is about raising the bar for everyone around you. As an executive, you have broken barriers, championed innovation, and built a legacy of excellence that inspires our entire team every single day.

Thank you for ten years of grit, grace, and brilliant strategy. Here is to your incredible past decade, and to the even greater heights ahead. Let's raise a glass to you!"

All of the girls joined her in clicking glasses and drinking to the exceedingly leased Emma, who was still soaking in the adoration of her female colleagues who were all enjoying the male eye candy. Many of the woman came to seated Emma and, in doing so, used their tiny hands and painted fingernails to tease and torment the nearly naked men before Emma.

Emma and Jill enjoyed this feminine objectivity to the guys, who in years past would have been the ones ogling them in swimsuits, bikinis, G-strings or even naked. The tables were turned with Emma's flip of a switch.

"How sweet it is," said Jill to her friend Emma, as the sound system kicked on "It's Raining Men" by The Weather Girls.

Led by Jill, the women in the room started singing along:

"This hotel's the place to go

'Cause tonight for the first time

Just about half-past ten (half-past ten)

For the first time in history

It's gonna start raining men (It's gonna start raining men)

It's raining men! (Woo!) Hallelujah!

It's raining men! Amen!

Jill nodded to the guys and they turned abruptly and for the first time Emma saw their toned, chiseled asses walking away from her along with their muscular legs, backs and shoulders. Life is good.... very good, thought celebratory Emma.

The champagne was now started to hit all of the women and they started cheering, "Take it off.... take it off.... take it off for Emma."

The music kicked into a rhythmic beat and the three waiters re-entered, wearing only skin-tight G-strings (oh my, the company colors, white, emerald and yellow). Emma approved that her celebratory party would adhere to the firm's brand standards.

The black man in white G-string advanced toward Emma and danced around her, offering his and to join her. She eagerly lifted from her seat to wrap her manicured hands around him, be carefully not to touch his banana-shaped cock showing clearly through the thin cloth.

The Hispanic in the emerald G-string grabbed Jill, while the white stripper in yellow G-string helped himself to the next most beautiful girl in the room, Melanie, the event planner friend of Jill who had just gotten married recently.

The three couples danced around the suite to the delight of the other women watching the fully clothed ladies guiding the nearly nude men around the suite. All three guys had serious hard-ons and they showed through their skimpy outfits.

Melanie, who owns an event planning firm in the heart of country music and parlays her southern accent and beauty, brought a team of young female photographers and videographers to capture the dances and posed photos with Emma and the G-string clad waiters-strippers. She wanted everyone here to have souvenirs to remember this evening, and the risqué photos did the trick.

The women attending, including Emma and Jill, enjoyed watching the young ladies working the camera equipment prep the men for their photos with the women, occasionally calling on Emma to join them.

Some of the images were with the G-strings on while others were with the guys fully naked and doing nearly impossible poses that did nothing to relieve their rigid erections.

That's the part of the program where Emma and Jill, and the other women, learned the names of the strippers -- Reggie was the big black cock; Henri was the white stud; and Santiago was the Hispanic hunk.

Then, the photography got more ribald when the women's names were put into a hat and Emma drew out one at a time. The winner got to help Reggie, Henri and Santiago relieve their stressed situation in front of the ladies, who were cheering, cajoling and jeering their friends throughout the process.

Emma's euphoria increased through the night, either from being turned on, the hectic work week or the champagne, but she found many ways to enjoy the female camaraderie and nude men.

Jill steadied Reggie on his hands and knees so Emma could drink champagne poured down his black ass crack across his surging cock and full balls. The celebrant could be seen licking and sucking the champagne from all corners of his body.

Emma helped supervise one of the married women jacking off Henri, her wedding ring still on and in the photos. The friend of hers insisted Henri coat her ring with his warm creamy cum for the photos. Of course, her face was excluded from those images.

The married gal told Henri that she wanted to "never forget him or this night," and "cumming on her ring would send her husband a message, since he did not want her to even be at the party."

Jill found many ways to satisfy Santiago's urges. No one would be surprised if Jill took him home for some overtime festivities. She positioned the Hispanic stripper on his back, with his legs up high, exposing his tight asshole along with his nine-inch member and hanging balls. My coworker was just showing off for us when she rimmed his asshole while he stroked his 10-inch cock to release four ropes of cum onto my feet and legs.

It appeared to be contrived that Emma drew her female boss' name -- Ellen -- to do as she wished with black stud Reggie. She held Ellen's long blond hair back as she sucked and stroked the bad boy to completion for the cheering women. Emma was hoping she could convince Ellen to fuck Reggie, but she is married and settled for a full facial from the handsome performer. We got a great photo of Ellen with his creamy white cum dripping from her nose, mouth, lips, and chin. I would love it if she used that as her cell phone screen saver.

In supervising the ejaculation of each male with the chosen female taking charge, Emma got to fondle, participate and get pictured in each of the three sessions. Her desire for Clothed Female Naked Male (CFNM) scenarios was in after-drive with this perfectly scripted evening.

Melanie had employed the guys for many other ladies' only gigs so she knew in advance that these were the best male naked performers in her stable, as Jill and Emma deserved the very best. And the young camera women had seen them nude and with various costumes many times before, so they knew what each would be willing to do for gorgeous well-to-do females.

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Emma is a confident driven woman who has worked her entire career to achieve results, offer sound leadership and enjoy the finer things in life. But her attention to detail and career has had its effects on her ability to win over a lifelong partner and marry, even have children.

At age 45, she is not getting any younger; yet, her reddish brunette shoulder-length hair flourishes, her stunning good looks -- beautiful sky-blue eyes and winning smile -- as well as her hour-glass figure showed she can still turn heads of both men and women.

She is single by choice, has many good friends and her work colleagues respect and adore her. The offers for dates, sports outings, workouts at the gym and swimming pool, and lavish vacations are plentiful and appreciated.

For the past 10 years, she has lived in Orlando, Florida, working remotely for a Nashville-based woman-owned firm and offering the company as well as clients tremendous insights into marketing and communications challenges. The company's reputation, brand and sales are all thriving and steadily improving, regardless of the national economy.

On her work anniversary, she was summoned to Nashville for year-end planning sessions and meetings with her corporate peers and satisfied clients. She received an award for her leadership at an employee luncheon and a title bump from her immediate supervisor, Ellen. There was significant cause for celebration.

Emma's female staff and co-workers in Nashville arranged for a small ladies' only soiree for her. They knew from experience that she worked hard, but that she had the interest and ability to play harder. She was driven to fun, leisure activities and the other sex by her female peers and competitive spirit.

Emma's last evening in Nashville presented the ideal time to play. Emma was a cheerleader in high school, a sorority girl in college, and a wild child in her early years in public relations and marketing. Her mantra was to work hard and play harder.

Her friends certainly helped her flip the switch and get turned on to celebrate her memorable 10th!