Exhibitionist Novels & Stories

The music ends giving way to cheers and applause, which hide my roar as I reach ecstasy. 'Damn shameless sorceress' 'Look how you fucking got me!' I've touched myself in public and it should be noted that exhibitionism is a perversion which doesn't suit me. I don't share what's mine with anyone, unless the viewer is an active participant. "Devil," I manage to hide my embarrassment quickly before one of the accountants reaches the table, "we need you in the office." Cursing under my breath, I wipe my hands on my napkin and down the Jack Daniel's to the bottom before following him.

And that’s what makes my pussy clench with reckless, wicked need. In all my years of indulging in the kinkier side of sex, I’ve never been fucked by more than two strangers at once. I’ve never really called myself an exhibitionist, but here I am…blindfolded, bound, and completely bare with a room full of men and women watching me like I’m their next fucking meal. I can’t see them, but I feel their eyes devouring me. I’m on display like never before, and my head spins with conflicting feelings: fear, anxiety, pride… and pure, filthy excitement.

while having the fun of exposing Eva myself. "You know those guys wanted to fuck you don't you?" "Yes dear, I know. Would you have a problem with that?" "Umm, it's a thought. I certainly don't mind them looking." I didn't have the courage to tell Eva that the thought of another man fucking her was increasingly popping into my head every time she flashed someone. I didn't want to chance ruining her new found love of exhibitionism which I enjoyed more than I ever could have dreamed.

Nothing" I sniffed. "There's something about this. Your crying" "No I'm not" I argued. "Yes you are" "No" "Yes" "Alright alright. I'm crying" I admitted. "Why are you crying then" Barb asked "I committed a crime" "What? Where? How? What crime?" "Enough questions Barb" I giggled. "Not an actual crime" I continued "Then what" I sighed "I had some sexual play with a girl" "What?! Did you have sex!" "No!" I exclaimed. "Is that even possible?"

In the dimly lit, yet visible vast space, she saw at different corners, people, both males and females, head bowed with their partners standing beside them and Meg was able to identify easily which were Doms or subs. The private rooms were closed and Meg concluded that there were private sessions going on inside there. She drew Jake's attention to it. "Yeah. Some people are not fans of exhibitionism." "What is exhibitionism?" Meg asked, clearly confused. "It's public showing or sessions", Jake explained. "Oh, oh. Okay" "Yeah. So, they stay in the private rooms to do their sessions. Easier for the subs and Doms that way" A well built man with a mop of hair walked towards them after they had w

Anyone could wander in and start unnecessary drama or embarrassment. Some of these men prefer their kinks to be hidden—discreet is the whole point of the boudoirs. I walk over and push my head in before closing it, in case there is a reason it’s sitting that way and get a complete eyeful of a naked old man pleasuring himself in the middle of the room, while Candy our school girl fetish jumps on the bed singing nursery rhymes to him. It’s more than enough for me and I yank the door shut so it latches with a loud click over the top of the loud house music. I could see the pleasure he got from being seen and I guess he is a bit of an exhibitionist who likes to be

“And according to what he has gathered, there's an exhibition holding tomorrow at a highly classified underground gallery and Hell's Demon is rumored to be at that exhibition.” Hudson noticed she was hooked to his story, so he went on. “The exhibition will be strictly by invite but my agent is one hundred percent certain that our anonymous artist will be making an appearance at said exhibition.” “An appearance?” Calista asked, suddenly wondering why the news wasn't feeling like news to her. “Did you just say an underground gallery exhibition?” she asked and once again, the assistant nodded. That was when it clicked in Calista's mind.

I'm on my knees, almost naked, a butt plug in my ass and dripping from my pussy while they just looked like they'd come back from a long day of work and are ready to have some fun. It felt like I was an exhibitionist in a private show, paid to perform for them. All in all, they had already made their intentions clear and the dynamic had been established. I was here for their pleasure and nothing else. Not like I minded. I have missed them so much, especially Dante. And I really wanted to please them. I stared at all three of them, my mouth widened slightly. Can these men be less handsome? I could feel my need rise just by gazing at them. Dante and I eyes met a

Fucking would have to wait. "Please position yourself like Lisa." "Yes, Mistress." Janet tried to copy Lisa's position. I made her spread her legs a little farther apart, stand straighter, put her elbows back, pulling her breasts up. "You can see why this is called 'display'. Every feature of your naked body is on display for your dominant. They can touch you anywhere. If you were being sold, they might use this position to show you to potential buyers to inspect the merchandise. They could touch you, handle your breasts, your cunt, your ass."

“How do you feel?” “Like my heart might burst,” I said, laughing breathlessly. “In a good way. I didn’t think I’d like being watched. But it felt…powerful. Because I chose it.” “That’s the key,” he said, handing me a glass of water, his hands a comforting presence. “Exhibitionism can be exhilarating when you control it. And remember, you can always change your mind mid-scene. The moment you say ‘red,’ the curtains close, the music stops, and the scene is over.”