Exhibitionist Novels & Stories

I didn’t come here for this, I had come here to—Fuck! My eye landed on Oliver speaking to a man. He was dressed in this tight black suit with a soft-looking bow tie. The pants hugged his arse, making those plum melons stand out. I fuck. I couldn’t be thinking about this now. I gulped the last droplets of the champagne and placed it on one of the totems. I felt my body levitating toward him, moving on its own accord. “Ladies and gentlemen, the exhibition is about to begin,” a lady with a microphone on a podium silenced the room, “but first, let’s hear from the artist himself, the one who has called us here today. A round of applause for Oliver Sallow!”

His thumb ground against my clit in tight circles, and I grabbed his shoulders as my legs had begun to turn jelly beneath me. “Look out there,” he growled into my ear, his tongue occasionally linking a sweet sooner on the side of my neck, ticking me in a very good way. “All those people down below. One glance up and they’d see you spread open for me. Your pink pussy spread to the world…How's that for a project, little bird?” “Fuck…yes,” I moaned, my eyes rolling to the back as I imagine the people below us watching us, while his fingers got soaked with my pussy juices. Until Alexander, I never knew I had a thing for exhibitionism.

“I’d never think you’d be into—” “No.” My face burnt as I shook my head wildly, “No no no, I am not into the gang-bang or whatever. One person is enough for me. And that’s just a fantasy, anyway. I don’t want that to happen for real.” Hayden nodded, “Of course, Zara. Maybe you are into exhibitionism.” Looking at my confused face, he continued, kissing my knee, “Being naked or fucked in front of someone… or many people.” He chuckled when I made a face. “There’s a word for it?!”

I scan down farther and read an entry where several participants debate the finer points of exhibitionism. VoyGirl: The real trick is to be subtle enough so he thinks he's sneaking peeks at your tits or your ass. If you flaunt it too much, you loose the real essence of great exhibitionism. BBBarbie: I agree. It works best when he thinks you are innocently unaware of what he's seeing. Nakd4U: Yeah and I get more turned on by teasing one guy over a long period of time, than I ever got giving a quick flash to strangers.

"Let her go if you feel like it." "I can't." I grabbed my clothes one by one from the floor without looking at Resti. "You can come back to me to do your business." What kind of offer is this? "It's not that easy." I shook my head as I pulled on my trousers. Just a T-shirt over my head. "In some countries, this kind of exhibitionist or triolist disorder is not a problem, Ben. They even make it a business industry, an entertainment." Rena's explanation made me stop, looking at her again.

Now, I’m not really a sex addict, and I do have quite the healthy interest in sex and erotica, but I’m pretty sure that some of the items displayed on the shelf would make even Christian Grey from fifty shades trilogy blush. Vibrator and dildos where attached to mannequin to imitate real life penis. The vibrators were so large and thick. The mere though of that size thrusting into my tight channel had me clutching my thighs together. Fuck. I was so wet. These vibrators have white sticky liquid pouring out of it tips into a fountain at the base of the mannequin. I guess there were trying to mimic how a penis looked like while ejaculating. Other items like rubber gimp-masks, chains, whips, lea

“The client is watching how beautifully your cunt takes my cock. He can see every drop of your wetness glistening on my shaft.” I whimpered, pushing back to meet his thrusts. The knowledge that a stranger was watching me get fucked while wearing the aphrodisiac scent made everything more intense. My breasts swayed with every deep plunge, my nipples hard and aching. Damien reached around and rubbed my clit in firm circles while pounding into me harder. “Your pussy is gripping me so tightly. The orchid is working perfectly — turning you into a dripping, needy little slut for an audience.” My moans grew louder, unrestrained. The client on the other side of the glass remained silent, but I could

She only wants him in bed when she desires sex off him. I got home at around 2 am and stripped off my clothing and makeup and got into bed naked. Willard had watched me enter my room and I’m sure he jerks his little dick off to my lithe teen body. If I had known for sure, I would not have cared as exhibitionism was a major turn on for me and a means of controlling Willard. I woke up and felt extremely horny so I piled up the pillows and wrapped my thighs around them and humped back and forwards rubbing them on my clit.

He insists, spanking my ass playfully as he guides me into the car. We don't move with a convoy this time around, and while the driver is handling the wheel, probably taking us to an airport, Michael tells me more about the host of the exhibition party. “So, he draws naked people!?” I reframe Michael's statement. “Yes, he does. And sells them at a high price.” My brows crease. “Why would someone want to sell their naked drawings at an exhibition?” Michael pretends to think, then blurts. “A kink, maybe, or the idea of knowing their nude drawing hangs in someone's house somewhere across the world makes them feel powerful…”

—I placed my hand over his erection—“the very first opportunity, no matter where we are or what we’re doing.” “What if we’re in public?” he asked, then groaned when I rubbed him a little. I bit down on my lip, feeling daring. “Then people are going to get quite a show.” He smiled and shook his head. “When did you become an exhibitionist?” I shrugged my shoulders. “Probably after our two really hot fucking sessions on your desk.” He placed a light kiss on my lips. “They were hot, weren’t they?” Yes, they were. Extremely. When he was done with that desk, I planned to bring it home.