Exhibitionist Novels & Stories

His pink breasts were still marked by my fingers, and through the redness, I noticed other purplish marks. I could be a complete beginner in practices like the ones I had already seen that night, but I was sure that mouths had passed through those breasts, and the most impressive thing was that the woman was not bothered by it. Even though she screamed when we bumped into each other, by the quiet expression she glimpsed on her face, I knew that she was what they call exhibitionist. She liked that. Her owner was giving what she wanted, and I, appalled by all the previous events, failed to comply with the main rule of the contract. Never interrupt a scene!

“When you sucked me off in my backyard, would that have been public sex or exhibitionism?” “No,” I shook my head. “No one was watching us.” “The risk of being heard – that’s not a hard limit for you?” he probed. “That was exciting,” I confessed. “Okay,” he grinned. “So, you don’t want someone watching you have sex, but anything that skirts the line, that’s fine?” “Depends,” I said. “I don’t want to do anything that’ll threaten my career.” He nodded wryly. “I can understand that,” he muttered. “What’s exhibitionism to you?”

She nodded and I smiled, "Anyway, I attempt to avoid erections, by not checking out the locker room scenery, but that doesn't keep me from showin' off some...like an exhibitionist. When I put on or take off a jock...or my underwear, sometimes, I'll face the crowd and get it to sway or bounce...you know...jostle it some. Or I do the same in the shower, with aggressive soaping, washing and rinsing...and then drying off, in a way that makes it bob." She laughed, "You are a tease...a prick tease...but I bet it gets attention! It's just like women, though, wiggling their butts...or showing off tits." "When I do catch somebody staring, I towel off for a long time...

I bit my lip hard, hips twitching into his fist. “Sasha..” He cut me off by shoving two slick fingers inside me without warning. I gasped, the burn sharp and perfect. The crowd noise swallowed the sound, but if anyone turned the wrong way… He curled his fingers, stroking my prostate while his thumb swiped over the head of my cock. My knees nearly buckled. “Look at you,” he growled low, teeth grazing my neck. “So fucking hard for me in public. You love the risk, don’t you? My dirty little exhibitionist.”

But his next question took me aback. “What else do you like, princess?” There was curiosity in his question and zero traces of judgment. He genuinely wanted to know what I liked. I never voiced it out, I always liked being used by them, but I’ve never really told either of them what I wanted. Maybe it was because most of the things I liked were all forbidden, especially since it always involved being with both of them. Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, cuckold, breath play. And a whole lot of taboos I couldn’t wait to try out now.

Chapter 1: TEASING MY BEST FRIEND AND GETTING MY PUSSY DEVOURED IN THE DRESSING ROOM I sway my hips as I walk through the upscale lingerie boutique, the soft lighting making my skin glow. At nineteen, I’m fully aware of what I am: a filthy little exhibitionist slut who gets dripping wet the second she feels eyes on her body. The thrill of being watched, admired, wanted — it’s my addiction. Today, I dragged my best friend Sophie along for “lingerie shopping,” but we both know it’s really about me putting on a show.

Multi-tasking like a true dominant. I flick the light switch and freeze. An older beta male is standing there, completely naked except for a tiny towel knotted around his waist. He doesn't even flinch. Instead, he grins, lets the towel slip just enough to flash his wrinkled junk, and chuckles like it's some grand magical reveal. "Shit," I choke out. I drop the clean linens right onto the floor, spin on my heel, and bolt. My heart thumps against my ribs. That's the second time today I've walked into a rogue exhibitionist.

“You little exhibitionist. You want someone to catch us? Want someone to see you folded in half taking your stepbrother’s dick?” “No—” But even as I denied it, my body betrayed me—my hips rising to meet his thrusts, my fingers rubbing faster on my clit, my walls fluttering around his driving shaft. “Liar.” He slammed into me harder, punishing, his balls slapping against my upturned ass with each impact. “Your pussy doesn’t lie. It squeezes tighter every time I mention it. You’d love it if someone saw—saw you spread open and begging for cock like the dirty girl you are.”

A voyeur sets up a spy-cam to enjoy his wife using her dildo. NB: This story contains themes of erotic voyeur and exhibitionist and is for ADULT amusement only. It contains material of an adult, explicit, SEXUAL nature. The Cruise just began..... Enjoy. >>>> Hi. My name is Ted and I'm a voyeur.

The exhibitionist thrill pushed me over the edge. “Come for me. Let the whole city hear what a slut you are.” I shattered again, squirting down my thighs while my ass clenched around him. He roared and filled my ass with another huge load. But he wasn’t done. He carried me to his desk, laid me on my back, and pushed my legs up and back into a mating press. The position folded me in half, letting him drive impossibly deep into my pussy. He fucked me with brutal, short strokes, our bodies slick with sweat and cum.