(A third fantasy of mine. I wrote this out in one sitting and I didn’t check for misspellings or grammar errors. Hopefully, you all can enjoy it anyway. 😉)
We’re on your couch. You’re watching your favorite show. I’m obediently naked at your side. I’m on my back, with my bottom toward you and my legs spread so that you can see my pussy anytime you like.
You spend an hour or so glancing from the TV to my pussy. Then you reach out, place the pad of your thumb on my clit, and begin rubbing in slow, purposeful circles while the next episode of your show starts. You know I’ll become wet for you.
It doesn’t take long. You turn your attention to my pussy then, and gently spread my lips with your fingers to inspect it.
“A wet pussy is a good pussy,” you say, completely ignoring me while you stare at my pussy.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Now, hold that pussy still.”
I nod.
You grab your phone and position it a couple inches from my pussy. Then, with your other hand, you spread my pussy lips open and pin them against my body, opening up my pussy for your phone’s camera.
Your thumb taps the phone’s screen several times and I hear a shutter sound with each tap. Most people turn off the shutter sounds for their phone cameras. You leave your phone’s sound effects on just so I know when you’re taking pictures.
“Mmm, the guys in the chat will love seeing this wet pussy.”
“Please don’t show your friends my pussy, sir,” I plead.
“That’s not your decision to make, is it? I decide who gets to see that pussy.”
“Yes, Sir. I’m sorry, Sir. It’s just.. I don’t know them.”
“Showing your pussy to strangers makes you wet, and I want this pussy wet.”
You spread my lips open again and stare at it, studying it.
“Yes, it’s wet right now. Pull your knees up to your chest and spread your legs.”
I obey, and the movement raises my hips and pussy, naturally displaying my sex and spreading my lips a little for you.
“That’s my good little pussy,” you say, still staring between my legs. Then you slowly push your thick middle finger inside me.
I gasp and then whimper. First penetrations always make me gasp.
You chuckle, aim your phone’s camera right at my entrance, and start recording yourself fingering me. Slowly, teasingly, you slide your finger out. Then you split my inner pussy lips open as you penetrate me again. My juices soak your finger.
“Good pussy. Now, clench down on my finger and show everyone how tight that pussy is.”
I flex my kegels and feel myself tighten upon your thick finger. I can feel every ridge of your finger. I gasp as your finger rubs my walls, and the pleasure of it builds inside me.
“Mmm, you see this, guys?” You’re speaking for the camera and to whoever might be watching. “This is what a pussy is for. Pussies are meant to be penetrated. They’re supposed to be wet, ready, and exposed for us whenever we like.”
“But… sir…” I want to beg you.
You don’t even look up at me. You’re attention is entirely focused on recording your finger pushing inside my pussy, and then slowly pulling out. Then back inside my slick folds and into my tight hole. Then slowly back out.
“Sh, sh sh. Tell everyone what your pussy is for, princess. Tell everyone what this hole is for.”
I almost feel like crying, I feel so vulnerable, but I’m also so turned on. You figured out a long time ago how aroused I become when you display me, and it’s not like your friends mind our little games.
“My pussy is for penetrating, Sir. This hole is a toy for men’s entertainment.”
“Good girl. Such a good girl. Isn’t she a good girl, guys, displaying her pussy for you? Only the best girls keep their legs spread wide.” You finger goes in and then out. “Only the best girls display their pussies for men to enjoy…” You insert your finger again and then wiggle it out. “…for men to spread their pussy lips.” You quickly push your finger inside my pussy. “For men to penetrate.”
Oh, my god. You don’t even have to lick me with your wicked tongue to make me cum.
“Sir!”
You increase your pace. I can hear how wet I am now, as you fuck your finger into me. I’m sure the camera and anyone watching the video can hear how wet I am, too.
“Please, Sir. Please don’t make me cum for them.”
“Mm,” you hum, staring at my pussy. You increase your pace again. “Keep your legs wide, now. Don’t you dare try to hide that pussy from these men, these leering, unfamiliar men who just want to see you spread open and taking it.”
I spread my legs wider and moan. I know I’m close. If you don’t stop, I’ll cum.
“Good girl. Now, cum for them. Cum on my finger so they can watch your pussy pulse.”
I cum. I groan and my hips jerk upward, twice, to meet your hand. I let my head fall back, but I keep my legs open for you.
“Good girl,” you praise. “Fucking my fingers like that. You wanted this.”
You know I did.
You slow your pace and then push your finger into my pussy until your knuckles press into my wet pussy lips.
You’re so deep inside. I can feel my pussy flutter against the length of your thick finger, as if it were trying to pull your finger inside.
“Look, guys. Look at that pussy pulse. Perfect. That, gentlemen, is what a pussy is for. Damn, this hungry pussy is trying to suck in my finger. Good pussy.”
You end the recording and set your phone on the coffee table. Gently, you slide your finger out of my sensitive pussy
“Have fun?” You ask, as you reach for tissues to wipe me clean.
I hum. “Mmm… fuck, that was hot.”
You chuckle. “I thought so, too.”
“Are you really going to upload that video for your chat group?”
“Do you want me to?”
I grin.
Source: reddit.com/r/eroticliterature/comments/po8rlx/showing_me_off_to_your_friends_exhibitionism