NOTES: This is a CFNM story featuring Australian celebrity Abbie Chatfield: radio host, podcaster and former contestant on “The Bachelor” and “I’m A celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here.” This story features very mild, accidental and non-malicious female-of-male embarrassment and humiliation. There is no male/female sexual activity. This is a work of pure sexual fantasy and complete fiction. All characters are over the age of eighteen. This story takes place after my recent holiday-themed entries.

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It was a mild summer’s evening in Sydney, Australia. I was about to go on radio to talk about my huge cock.

I sat nervously in an empty, sparsely decorated waiting room at the media broadcast company, The Hit Network.

A few days previously, I’d received a surprise phone call from my charming and sexy friend-with-benefits, Montana Makepeace, a gorgeous 25-year-old TV producer from Melbourne.

We’d met several months previously at the party of a mutual friend in Sydney when Montana was in town for work.

We hit it off immediately, and had mind-blowing, sheet-shredding Sex later that night, and then again for a couple of very enjoyable days afterward.

The beautiful Montana Makepeace was Hot and adventurous in bed, and we’d even done Anal, which I’d only tried twice previously at the time. It was utterly amazing.

Once Montana sadly returned home, we promised to stay in touch, and followed up our all-too-brief Sydney tryst with several webcam chats where we got naked, talked dirty, and enthusiastically masturbated for each other.

We hooked up whenever I was in Melbourne, and whenever Montana was in Sydney.

It was a fun, simple, raunchy, no-strings relationship. We were single, uninhibited, fit, Sex-loving 25-year-olds and we had a great, purely casual time with each other.

We had also enjoyed an extraordinary threesome with the D-list local celebrity Anjali Rao, a former CNN journalist and fleeting star of the trashy Australian reality TV series “The Real Housewives Of Melbourne.” [See story: “Oz Beach Boy’s Anjali Rao Threesome”]

“Hey, Matt,” Montana’s engaging voice came cheerfully down the line. “How are you, handsome?”

“I’m great,” I replied. “I had a great Christmas and New Year’s, and I’m headed up to Byron Bay soon. I can’t complain!”

We chatted warmly and casually for a few minutes, catching up on what had been happening in each other’s lives.

I was Horny, and I really liked Montana, so I excitedly hoped that she might have been calling to suggest some phone or cam Sex. This, however, was more of a business call, if you could call it that.

“Matt, I was wondering if you’d like to help out with something,” Montana said cheekily. “A producer friend of mine at The Hit Network in Sydney sent out an email to all her contacts yesterday.”

“Oh, yeah,” I smirked. “And just how does that involve me, Miss Montana?”

“Well, she was asking if anyone knew a guy with a really, really big dick…and I, of course, mentioned you.”

“Oh my god,” I laughed. “What’s going on here?”

As a Sex obsessed exhibitionist blessed with an enormous cock — 23cm flaccid and 31 cm hard — this hilarious reveal from Montana had me instantly intrigued.

I was a narcissist too, and Montana’s proposal for me to talk about myself and my cock played right into this particular character flaw.

“My friend Sharna Khatri is a producer on the radio show, Hot Nights With Abbie Chatfield,” Montana explained, “and they want to interview you about what it’s like to live with such a huge dick. They’ll probably talk about your Sex life, but also just about what it’s like to go day by day with a massive schlong between your legs.”

“Are you serious?” I laughed. “Really? Oh my god, girl…”

“Yep,” Montana giggled. “I told Sharna you have a monster dick, and that you’re pretty much up for anything. You’d do it, wouldn’t you, Matt? It’d be a good laugh. You can use a fake name, and they won’t divulge anything personal about you.”

“Geez, even for me, this is weird,” I said hesitantly. “Talking about my cock? On national radio? I don’t know…”

“Come on, Matt,” Montana gently pleaded. “You’ll be chatting with Abbie Chatfield! She’s a real cutie, and she’s a lot of fun. She’d be respectful, but it would still be a giggle. It could even be educational for the ladies out there.”

The fact that this was Abbie Chatfield’s radio show was the big hook for me. I was a fan of Abbie’s funny, often sexy podcasts, and I also thought the popular 26-year-old was very, very Hot indeed.

Abbie Chatfield rose to fame on the Aussie TV version of “The Bachelor”, where the then 23-year-old charmed some with her cheeky sense of humour and surprised others with her sexy, wanton pursuit of 31-year-old Bachelor Matt Agnew.

Unbelievably, Matt — who was a real dork — ended up kicking runner-up Abbie to the curb in favour of Chelsea McLeod, who was admittedly pretty cute too.

“The Bachelor” made Abbie a star. With her wild tangle of blonde, curly hair; stunning light blue eyes; and soft, almost cherubic features, she was a strikingly beautiful young woman.

Her curvy figure, meanwhile, sealed the sexy deal. With her sassy mix of cuteness and sexiness, Abbie was a one-woman charm offensive.

After “The Bachelor”, Abbie made a variety of eye-catching appearances on a host of TV shows before taking centre stage on the goofy reality TV series “I’m A celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here.”

On this silly show, Abbie and a bunch of other low-grade celebs were put through hell via a selection of gross, scary challenges in a jungle setting.

The best part of this show was the fact that Abbie spent much of it in a revealing red bikini, which showed off her big, pillowy breasts and wonderfully curvy hips and butt.

When she showed the other celebrities how to do The WAP Dance (unfortunately not while wearing said red bikini), I literally jerked off there and then and came all over my apartment’s laminate lounge room floor.

Via an audience vote, Abbie Chatfield ended up winning that season of “I’m A celebrity, Get Me Out Of Here” (yay!), and from there moved on to her own very popular podcast and then highly successful radio show on The Hit Network.

Hot Nights With Abbie Chatfield saw the giggly but intelligent and sensitive host tackling a variety of talking-point and silly topics, from mental health and gender politics through to accidental public nudity and difficult pets.

Along with her male co-host Rohan Edwards, the candid and over-sharing Abbie also talked a lot about Sex, which I, of course, absolutely loved.

Though not clinically diagnosed, I’m certain that I’m a Sex addict, and if I’m not doing it, I like to talk about it, or listen to other people talking about it.

With all of this running through my mind, I decided that I would indeed agree to be a guest on Hot Nights With Abbie Chatfield.

Abbie was unfortunately and publicly partnered up, so I knew I wouldn’t be fucking her.

I guessed, however, that this experience would at least provide me with plenty of Masturbation material.

I jerked off a lot, and I was always looking for new deposits for my wank bank. This was a prime opportunity, and I couldn’t resist.

As a perennially libidinous exhibitionist, I loved getting naked in front of groups of women whenever I could, and I knew that just talking with Abbie about my cock would be a massive turn-on in itself.

And if she should actually request to see it, I’d be more than happy to drop my pants and give the sexy radio host a good look at my impressive manhood.

I’d just have to try and pretend that her co-host Rohan Edwards wasn’t there in the studio too.

“Okay, okay,” I sighed. “Alright, Montana…I’ll do it. I’ll go on the show, but I’ll need some assurances. I don’t want to be filmed or photographed, I don’t want them using my surname, and I don’t want them mentioning what I do for work. Nothing personal…this needs to be totally anonymous. Okay?”

“That’s great, Matt,” Montana laughed. “It would be too funny if they mentioned your surname anyway! It’ll be a lot of fun. You’ll be great. I’ll mention your concerns to Sharna, and she’ll likely put together a basic contract so you’ll all be comfortable. You’re a good guy, Matt. This will be a win for everybody.”

“Okay, I’ll put my best foot forward,” I sighed. “And my big cock too.”

“Thanks, Matt,” Montana laughed, and then said conspiratorially. “Also, here’s a heads-up for you, handsome. You probably know that Abbie is in a relationship and off the market, but Sharna is very much single. She’s cute, and she’s also a total size queen.”

This, of course, got me instantly excited. I loved Sex, and I would gladly follow up any lead when it came to getting a Hot lady between the sheets.

With this very generous tip-off, I liked Montana even more now. She truly was a great girl.

“Sharna fucking loves a massive cock,” Montana continued. “This big dick interview was all her idea, so you may very well get laid into the bargain here too. Knowing Sharna, one look at you and your muscles, and her knickers will be drenched.”

“I like the sound of that,” I chuckled.

“She’s a wild girl,” Montana continued. “We double teamed a cute rep from CBS America at a media conference in Brisbane a year ago. Sharna loved it. I thought I was Hot in the sack, but she’s crazy!”

“Well, thank you very much indeed, Montana,” I said. “This just gets better and better.”

“Sharna’s pretty kinky too,” Montana continued with obvious relish. “She made the guy dance and strip for us, and then jerk off while we watched and teased him.”

“What?” I laughed. “She sounds like my kind of girl!”

“Plus,” Montana giggled, “the guy wasn’t small but he wasn’t huge either, and Sharna kept telling him that he didn’t have anything to be ashamed of, and that size doesn’t matter. She was merciless. It was hilarious.”

A few days later, I was sitting in an empty waiting room at The Hit Network trying to remain relaxed and calm.

I looked blankly at the posters on the wall spruiking The Hit Network’s other stars, and instantly thought about how much I’d like to fuck radio hosts Carrie Bickmore and Erin Molan.

For some strange reason, I really wanted to fuck Carrie Bickmore in the butt, which wasn’t an urge that I had too often.

I was smartly dressed in a pair of chinos and a button-up shirt, and my longish brown hair was neatly slicked back from my cleanly shaven face. I had tried to look as good as I possibly could.

I wasn’t sure if I’d somehow end up naked during proceedings (I often did), but I’d done an intense gym session earlier to get my heavily muscled physique as ripped and stripped as possible. My body felt great, but I was undeniably nervous.

I was, however, very happy about one fact: Sharna Khatri had informed me in a preparatory email that Rohan Edwards was sick, and that Abbie would be hosting the show solo tonight.

It would just be me and Abbie in the studio, and I liked the situation much, much better that way.

“Hi, Matt,” a beautiful, confident woman who appeared to be in her early thirties said as she walked into the waiting room. “I’m Sharna Khatri, the producer on Hot Nights With Abbie Chatfield. We talked via email. How are you?”

“I’m great,” I replied. “Thanks for having me.”

“Thanks for being here,” Sharna smiled, and looked me right in the eye. “You’re probably a bit nervous, but just try and relax…this will be fun.”

I smiled, and slyly checked Sharna out. She was clearly of Indian heritage, and had straight, silky, shoulder length, black hair; smooth, deep brown skin; near-black eyes; and big, white, perfectly aligned teeth.

She wore a smart shirt and jeans, which nicely showed off her curvy figure. Sharna Khatri was indeed a cute one.

I had only had Sex with two other Indian girls. The first was a twenty-something medical student who assisted and observed on some minor surgery I had to my knee.

The sneaky, post-op Sex that we’d clumsily enjoyed on my hospital bed was messy and haphazard, but absolutely sensational.

The second Indian girl that I had Sex with was the aforementioned 47-year-old TV celeb Anjali Rao, who was Anglo-Indian and utterly extraordinary.

Per Montana’s tip-off, I desperately hoped that the very pretty Sharna Khatri would be my third Indian sexual partner.

“We’ve addressed all of your concerns,” Sharna said and handed me a piece of paper. “We like the studio to be a safe space, so we won’t be doing anything to trick or embarrass you. It’s all a bit naughty, sure, but we actually want this to be informative and entertaining for the listeners.”

I read through the printed letter of assurance, which was signed by Sharna, Abbie and Morgan Harc, the manager of The Hit Network. I instantly felt more relaxed.

This was guaranteed to be an anonymous interview. They had some “fun stuff” planned, but this would all be run by me.

I’d asked to be referred to simply as Matt, but with a disclaimer saying that it wasn’t my real name.

“So, is it really that big?” Sharna said with a very salacious smile. “Montana told me you’d been intimate. She vouched for you…she said it’s like one of those spongy tubes that you run along the bottom of the door to keep the cold air out.”

Sharna then sleazily looked me up and down, and let her wonderfully objective gaze settle on my crotch for a very, very long time. She even licked her lips suggestively.

“Geez, I don’t know about that,” I laughed, and looked Sharna right in the eyes. “But my penis is very, very, very big…that’s the absolute truth.”

“Ooooh, my…you’re a cheeky one, Matt,” Sharna smiled. “I like that! You’re going to be a great guest, I can tell…let’s go in and see Abbie. Like I said, there’s no Rohan tonight, so it’ll just be you two.”

I smiled again at this confirmation, and followed Sharna into the studio, where Abbie was casually swigging from a bottle of water while a series of on-air advertisements played.

She smiled warmly at me, and I was hit by how truly beautiful she was. I was profoundly starstruck.

“Hi, Matt,” Abbie said, and we shook hands. “Thanks so much for doing this, I really appreciate it. Have a seat and wack on some headphones. This is all relaxed and conversational…just be yourself. Let’s have some fun, huh?”

“Thanks for having me on the show, Abbie, I’m a big fan,” I said sincerely. “I’m a little nervous.”

“You’ll be great,” Abbie smiled. “I haven’t been doing this for very long myself. When these ads finish, we’ll get into it, okay?”

“I’ll leave you guys to it,” Sharna said, and smiled right at me, before leaving the studio and heading into the adjacent control room.

The friendly and welcoming Abbie Chatfield had succeeded in putting me at ease. I felt more relaxed and confident as I slid into a chair opposite the beautiful radio host.

I quickly put on the pair of headphones sitting on the desk in front of me, and tried to look professional.

“Welcome back, everyone,” Abbie said energetically after the final advertisement ended, sliding on her headphones. “We talk about Sex a lot on this show, and we talk a lot about penises too. But we mainly talk about them from the female perspective.”

I was impressed by how Abbie seemed to just be easily making all of this up as she went along.

Abbie casually chatted away like she was with a group of friends, and not in a sterile studio in the bowels of a major media company with thousands of people listening in around the country.

“We wanted to change that up,” Abbie continued. “Tonight, we’re going to talk about, well, big dicks…and we’ve got a guy in the studio who has one of his own! In the interests of privacy, we’ll call him Matt…but that’s not his real name. Welcome to the show, Matt.”

“Thanks, Abbie, I’m happy to be here,” I smiled. “It’s my first time…please, be gentle…”

“Of course,” Abbie giggled. “I’m always gentle! My first question, I’m afraid, has to be a little blunt and straight to the point though. Matt, just how big is it?”

“My penis is 23cm long when it’s flaccid and 31cm long when it’s erect,” I replied flatly. “I’m not sure about the girth. I only measured it a few months ago on the suggestion of a very curious female friend. I always knew it was big, but that’s when I realised how truly outside the norm my penis really is.” [See story: “Oz Beach Boy Strips For Schoolgirls”]

“Yeah, we did a little research…you know, Google,” Abbie giggled, “and that puts you way, way above the average penis size in Australia, which is apparently around 15cm when erect. I reckon it might be a bit bigger than that from my own experience, but anyway…so, yes, you are a very, very big boy, Matt.”

“That’s what I’ve been told, yes,” I said modestly. “Every woman I’ve ever been with has remarked on it.”

“So you’re heterosexual, Matt?” Abbie asked.

“Yep, I’m straight,” I replied casually.

“What is the general response, Matt?” Abbie asked with genuine interest. “How do women react when they see your penis for the first time?”

“It can be very different,” I replied. “Some women get extremely excited and very turned on, and they can’t wait to feel it inside them.”

“Not surprising,” Abbie smiled.

“Others laugh uproariously, and some pretend to act like it’s no big deal, but I can tell they’re lying,” I continued. “And there have been quite a few that didn’t like it.”

“Really?” Abbie asked. “I thought all chicks liked big dicks. They didn’t kick you out of bed, so to speak? Just because you were so well endowed?”

“That has actually happened, Abbie,” I said earnestly. “A few women have asked me to leave after seeing me naked, and others have refused to have any penetrative Sex, opting just for light oral Sex instead.”

“Why was that?” Abbie frowned. “Were they scared?”

“Yes, some said they just didn’t want it inside them,” I replied. “They were worried it would hurt, especially if I got too excited.”

“Wow,” Abbie said quietly.

“One woman literally screamed at me, ‘Get that thing out of my house! I don’t want it anywhere near me!'” I continued.

“That is crazy,” Abbie said with genuine surprise.

“A couple of other women just found its size so ridiculous that they couldn’t stop laughing,” I sighed. “They couldn’t take me seriously enough to have Sex with me.”

“Wow,” Abbie smiled. “I didn’t think there’d be a downside to having a huge penis, but there you go, huh?”

“Yep…look, I’m not complaining, but there are definitely drawbacks,” I replied. “I get stared at by women at the beach when I’m in my Speedos…that can be embarrassing.”

“Oh, my god, you must really fill out your Speedos, Matt,” Abbie smiled. “I guess it’s a bit like having big breasts is for a girl. You get objectified a lot?”

“Yes, I do,” I said, of course not mentioning how much I actually enjoyed being objectified, and how much it turned me on.

“Ladies literally stare at me slack-jawed on the beach and look right at my crotch,” I said. “I’ve even seen them taking photos of me with their phones. It can be quite embarrassing.”

“That’s not very nice,” Abbie said sincerely. “Some women are just obsessed with penises, you know? They must almost become hypnotised by it.”

“It can be a little disconcerting though,” I said. “But again, I’m not really complaining. I have it okay, you know?”

“Bigger girls can have trouble finding bras and playing sport…things like that,” Abbie said. “What about you? Does your big penis cause you problems? Does it get in the way?”

“I actually have to tuck it between my legs when I’m wearing my Speedos,” I replied. “It’s the same if I’m wearing tighter pants. When I’m at home, I often wear a sarong to let things relax a little, so to speak.”

“I bet your female neighbours Love that!” Abbie giggled.