Novel & Cerita Exhibitionist

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.

He was trying to take it all in —every tiny imperfection, the hue of her skin, her nipples—her nipples. Stephanie noticed that her nipples were extremely erect as she looked down at her breasts. Although the room was very warm, she wished she could put it down to the cold. She was forced to acknowledge that she only had hard nipples for sensual reasons. Even though she was exposed to a man who was staring at her while she was naked in front of her brother, she felt a steadily building excitement. It was an act of pure voyeurism and exhibitionism. She couldn't remember ever finding voyeurism or exhibitionism fascinating, but now that she was doing it, she was finding it thrilling. maybe even

"OK slut we are going on a little trip, on the way you are allowed to finger yourself and play with your nipples, no coming though that's for later, I know people that will pay good money to see that" Fay's mind was racing, she was a natural exhibitionist but the thought of being displayed in public, performing the most personal act imaginable shocked her sensibilities. They sped off, Fay obediently fingering herself, only to aware of her need to come, she dare not risk it though there was no telling what her Master would make her do as a punishment.

At the same time, his big hands reached down and grabbed my hanging tits, squeezing them roughly, almost painfully. He kneaded and mauled my oily breasts, pinching and twisting my sensitive nipples between his fingers while he kept brutally face-fucking me. I fucking loved it. My pussy was gushing. The rougher he got, the wetter I became. Being used so harshly in front of everyone while they casually talked business made my exhibitionist side go feral. My clit throbbed painfully, desperate for any friction. As if they could hear my thoughts, I felt another pair of hands behind me.

We opened the door and went in. The interior was brightly lit with row after of row of plastic wrapped magazines touting every perversion I had ever heard of and quite a few I’d never even imagined. The florescent lights reflected back from the plastic as we stopped before a display of magazines apparently aimed at men who liked to dress up as babies and poop in their diapers. Sandy coiled her arm around my waist and stage whispered “I hope you’re not getting any ideas, I’m as adventurous as the next girl, but the only asses I intend to wipe won’t be attached to a grown man.” “Put your mind at ease” I whispered back, “That looks about as exciting as dental work.”

I was a little confused. "Why are you in a hurry?" I couldn't help but ask. "We have unfinished business," he grumbled. "Or would you rather finish that in the middle of the dance floor with everyone watching us?" My face heated profusely like a damn virgin! His graphic words etched a clear image in my head. I could imagine us being the star of the night! Damn! I knew I was hypersexual but I didn't think I was an exhibitionist! My blood rushed at the thought of people watching as we pleasure each other. I think Vladimir brings out the worst in me!

"And what would be your fetish, lawyer?", but what the fuck question was that? And how the fuck could I get away from the answer so easily? If the subject had not deviated to a totally different aspect, I would have ended up confessing that my fetishes included extreme domination, euphoria, and naughtiness. Because I was too sincere and gossip beyond the account. And all my professionalism would be thrown down the drain if I had had more time on that subject.”

“Look down there, See all those people outside? Do you want them to watch while I fuck your sweet pussy?” With his last question, he moves his free hand down my back to cup me, hissing as he discovers how wet I am. Not willing to admit it, I sass back as a last-ditch effort of rebellion. I bite my lip, shaking my head. His grin is full of victorious pride as my words betray me, confirming the exhibitionist tendencies I’d never really given a second thought. He rewards the honesty by slipping his fingers through my folds, gathering my juices and spreading them over my clit.

"Stop getting jealous. Or I will." "What do you have to be jealous over Lorenzo?" I tilt my head, waiting. "The men who are currently trying to stare at your ass through my hands." My lip twitches, "It's a fucking amazing ass." His lips find mine, and I get lost in the kiss, his hand tangled into my hair. He pulls back and smiles. "Come on." He walks down more and opens a door. We walk in, and I stop at the couple having sex. "This room is exhibitionists, those who like the idea of people watching. Also, Voyeursm, those who enjoy watching." He leads me to another room with a bar and music again. There is a stage with three women on it, all in leather lingerie