[FMM] Exhibitionism (26F) with male escort (29M) in the stairwell of Hong Kong brothel and pleased our voyeur

Hey there, this is my first time posting on Reddit, but there’s no need to be gentle, I like it rough ;) 

Marc is well built and lean, not much concealed his muscles.  He has the arrogance of someone who knows he is truly talented at something and the ability to take charge, which makes even the most untrusting compelled to follow his lead and push beyond self-imposed limits.  His stubble and strong eyebrows frame his deep grey eyes, always leading me to mischief.

I am a Hongkonger (no, we refuse to call ourselves Chinese), 5’5”, have long black hair, a tight body, small, sensitive breasts and an “ass that would make [his] clients very happy”. 

We met on Tinder.  His profile said he was dominant when I wondered if I could be submissive.  We quickly discovered I was a lion recently caged, defiant at slaps and spit, but deferent at the more dominant alpha.  He did not try to make me a client of his male escort business, just a partner in crime. That was the plan for that evening – a submissive voyeur offered to pay us for a show.  When he missed the appointment, we decided to do something fun for ourselves.

Marc led me somewhere a “good girl” like me would never go.  It was an old building of several stories only connected by stairs (“tong lau”), made dodgier by an unlit entrance overwhelmed by signboards that read “massage” but screamed “brothel”.  He half-pushed me up the stairs. I was wide-eyed from a glimpse of the second floor massage parlors – they definitely offered more skin on skin than hands on shoulders. He covered my mouth and led me up to the derelict third floor, across, and down the stairs on the opposite side.  

There they were.  From the stairwell between the two floors, we could see the bright signboards, photos of scantily clad women with breasts bursting out of their tops, lusty regulars walking with purpose, potential customers sheepishly going back and forth judging the different shop fronts, only to be quickly escorted in by ladies whose outfits would slide off with a pull on the waist tie.  Anyone of them needed only turn their heads to see us feasting on the sexually charged environment.

Marc pressed me against the wall, my eyes uncomfortably wandered along the peeled white paint.  His hand under my top twisted a nipple to punish me for getting distracted. It was pain and pleasure perfectly delivered.  Going for my weakness, he pressed his body on me and told me to keep quiet, but just the warm breath close to my ear was enough to send chills down my back.  All I could do was inhale sharply, not making a sound. I am usually vocally expressive in bed (i.e. loud), so being commanded to act against my nature built incredible tension within me, begging to be released. 

His order turned me on like a tease.  I reached my hand back and found his bulge hardening.  Marc dropped his jeans just low enough to pull out his gorgeous cock and lifted my skirt.  I always wore a thong for him. Happy with me, he pulled them down and commanded, “play with yourself.”  My fingers flirted with my tingling clit, drawing circles to make myself wet for his entry.

His grip on my hips was forceful, pulling me in as I guided his cock inside.  He opened me and filled me up. He started slowly – I turned my head around to find him admiring at his cock going in and out of me.  It drove me crazy that he pulled out to the tip, and each time he opened me up again, my knees get weaker. I closed my eyes and squeezed my kegel muscles to his rhythm.  In that darkness, I put my hand over my throat, keeping the breath out; the sensation built up quickly. When it erupted, I was on my tiptoes, stretched to my limit, my whole body tensed.  I could not make a noise, but I was close to panting. I tried to grab onto something, his tight ass behind me, his forearm, anything to give me some resistance, some form of control. 

I had never cum standing up.  Against the wall, it gave me power knowing, for the first time, that I could.  And the more I dwelled on that thought, the more I turned myself on.  In that moment, we were so great at this that we must be witnessed by someone, like I must be admired and savored when I am in skintight dress.  We deserved an audience.

A customer finally saw us.  Marc locked eyes with him. Taunting our unwitting voyeur, Marc told me to give him a show.  I looked over with a dirty smirk and started touching myself again, “he wishes he could be us” I thought, letting out soft moans for him to think about later that night.  Marc pounded me forcefully for the audience; his belt rang rhythmically every time I was filled. It was not long before the shy man went to find his own hole to fill, but that was more than enough to add fuel to our sexcapade.

Not losing momentum, Marc bent me over the inside railings that circled up from the ground floor.  I held onto the light grey metal, cold to my touch, to balance against Marc’s ramming. I pressed one hand on my lower abdomen, closing up the space within me, so Marc would graze my G-spot with every thrust.  I felt it intensifying again, it was aching to be pushed over the edge. I held onto the railing for my dear life, my arm so tensed I had muscle pain the next day. Marc did not stop during my orgasm, not giving my throbbing pussy a break.

A lady sending her client out caught sight of us.

“Ah!  This “gweilo” (white man) is shameless!”  She called out to her neighbors. “And this girl…” The prostitute could not even find the words, as if this “crazy white people shit” was only made unthinkable because the accomplice was one of her own people.  

“Keep going” Marc said, calling her bluff.  No need to keep quiet now – he let go of any restraint and loudly pounded me.  Half challenging, half gauging the level of risk, we kept careful eyes on her flustered face.  In all my sheltered life, I had never seen a prostitute in her working environment before, neither had I been with a girl.  My eyes undressed her with childish curiosity, first her soft kimono jacket that fell beautifully on her body to advertise her curves, then her full breasts pushed together by a dark lace bra for my enjoyment. 

“Get your cameras and come take photos of them!” she raised.  I snapped out of my lesbian fantasy, and Marc didn’t need to understand Cantonese to know that it was go time.

We ran as fast as we could, like our professional reputations depended on it.

At 26, I had never felt so young before.  I had a “good girl” facade all my life. Though I had done things in public, I had never felt an imminent threat of being caught, never had to run away from an incriminating situation.  It was the most exhilarating experience – I felt like someone had robbed me years ago and finally returned to me an experience of being a teenager.

I was not done.  The adrenalin rush only made us want to fuck more.  We got back to his apartment and continued in bed without bothering to close the door.  Marc bent me over: face down, ass up. My face was buried in the sheets, my arched back made me even tighter than the stereotype.  He turned my head to the right to look at my face in enjoyment of his cock.

When Marc turned my head to the left again, a strange man was on the couch, watching.  I laughed for a long time and finally said “Hi”. I really do not remember his name, but let’s call him (peeping) Tom.

Could not wait to show off his favourite position to the guest, Marc, by some physical sorcery, transitioned us into an Italian Chandelier variation without pulling out.  I lied on top of him, his powerful hips pushing his cock up and inside of me. My thighs opened wide outside of his, giving me plenty of room to play with myself. My head leaned back in pleasure while I indulged in my favourite pastime; I noticed Tom was enjoying the view as well.  Seeing as Tom started stroking himself, we transitioned back into Doggy.

“You can do what you want to do” Marc leaned forward and said in my ear.

It was a command.  I crawled forward on all fours towards Tom, my eyes all the while glued to his lonely penis.  “Is it okay?” I glanced up to look my audience in the eyes, my lips already parted. “Yes” he said almost gingerly.  I took Tom’s eager penis in my mouth, then, not wasting a moment, Marc pushed back into me. Always establishing dominance, Marc pushed one finger in my butt.  I felt so full, consumed, filled to the brim, as if all pleasure was condensed on my vaginal walls. Tom leaned forward and started playing with my sensitive nipples, and just a hard squeeze made me submissive, eager to please.  I was overwhelmed with sensations everywhere on my body, hardly able focus on pleasuring either man. Eventually, when I gave up trying, Marc took over my body.  He set the tempo, and I was but an instrument to be played.  I loved the sound of my round ass slapping against Marc’s body when he pulled my hips in towards him… Marc thrusting me into Tom’s cock, then pulling my lips onto Tom’s tip, back and forth…

It achieved a perfect momentum, like a Newton’s cradle.  For moments in time, everything was in equilibrium. 

Marc’s thrusts were regular and right on target.  Every glide into my wet pussy hit my G-spot, and once he found it, he would not let go.  I opened my mouth to gasp for air, letting go of Tom. When I could focus on just being fucked again, I moaned freely.  I watched Tom jerk himself off again, closed my eyes and just concentrated on taking in Marc’s cock, his finger in my ass, my tight pussy first squeezing with the rhythm, then when even moaning was detracting from the all-consuming sensations taking over me, I grew silent with my mouth open, kept squeezing tight, no rhythm, and then tighter.  Everything in my body was tensed, it was an intense quiet one, and then my whole body went limp.

Marc then flipped me over and fucked me in Missionary, I looked into the eyes of my worthy opponent, like I was finally rewarded for the good work all night – I get to be enjoyed by him and him only.  I lifted my legs onto his shoulders, tilting my pelvis for optimal stimulation. It’s my favourite – on a good day I can cum like this at the push of a button. He penetrated me deeply with his usual vigor, I dug my nails into his toned arms, my legs straightened in the air and then shook uncontrollably.  Unable to make a sound, I bit my lower lip, and kept nodding, signaling him to continue. Only when I came again, did I let out “oh my god, yes” on repeat for the neighbours.

After a while, Marc said he was too tired to cum and pulled out.  I asked if I could keep going, Marc approved. In the next few minutes, I rubbed my sensitive, hungry clit in furious circles.  The sensation had been building up all night, all it took was thirty seconds. Once. Tom watched in awe. Marc stood by the bed, proudly watching his submissive please the guest with her party trick. I wanted more, I begged Marc to choke me.  With his tight grip over my throat, my hand violently rubbing my insatiable clit, I was overcome in waves of heightened pleasure, over and over, legs tensed and relaxed again, toes curled, my body convulsing with the aftershocks. 

When I got too wet and slippery to continue, I got off the bed, but my legs turned to jelly from tensing through a long night of orgasms, so I sat on the floor, looking up at the two naked gentlemen.  I remembered my place – Marc had not cum. I crawled to him, stayed on my knees and warmed his balls in my mouth. I ran my tongue on his shaft, head, then all in my mouth, rubbing his head on the roof of my mouth to give him a rough sensation.  Tom was in awe that a girl could be so conditioned to please a man without being asked. Marc said approvingly that he trained me well.  

“Hold your elbows behind your back.”  I did unquestioningly. In that position, Marc’s cock and the motion of my head were the only things keeping me from falling off balance.  He then grabbed me by the head, fucking it deep, hitting my throat with his stiffness with every thrust. The thrusts were so deep and rapid that I could not catch my breath; I had to gasp for air and control my gag reflex.  Tears streamed down my cheeks uncontrollably as I tried to do my best to please him.

Tom came from behind to toy with me.  Unexpectedly, he ran his finger lightly on my wet lips. “I haven’t seen perfect pink lips like these in a long time.”  I shivered at the sudden touch, electrified. I moaned and squirmed around with Marc in my mouth. Tom’s fingers started circling my hard nipples, teasing, squeezing, twisting, enjoying what they could do to me and what little I could do.  

Marc told Tom to spank my ass – Marc enjoyed the power of puppeteering another to play with his submissive.  Tom’s spank was a mere gesture. “Harder”, I managed to let out with a mouthful of cock. This time he gave me a proper burning cheek.  The intensity woke my fiery spirit, and the animal in me took on Marc’s incredible stamina. I moved my head aggressively with Marc’s motion, the rebound made him reach even deeper.  We fed off each other’s combative energy, my eyes challenging him every time I looked up. “Grab my balls.” I grabbed them hard and pressed on his taint. His balls rose, thighs and butt tightened.  I felt in my mouth his tensing and pulsing right before he filled me up.

And when Marc came, I swallowed.  “Good girl” never sounded better than when it came from him.

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