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collection of stories you shouldn't read at work
I performed this piece at a cabaret with the theme focusing on sex positive super heroes.
You can find more of my work here: www.patreon.com/strawberrysmutcakes
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Hi, I’m James, a closet exhibitionist, 33 year old married male, and father of three. I love my wife Jessica, and have never had the desire to be unfaithful to her, however she doesn’t know my secret, nor would she approve. Sure, she knows that I get a kick out of being naked, she’s always having to tell me to get dressed around the house. I always try to get her to run around the backyard with me in the nude, but she never agrees to, not even at night. I know that deep down, she has a sexual deviant in her, but she rarely lets her inhibitions down low enough for it to escape.
Jessica loves the beach, and we try to go as often as we can, since we only live about an hour and a half away. Usually we’ll take the kids and make a day out of it, but sometimes we’ll leave the kids at home (the oldest is old enough to be in charge for a few hours), and we’ll go by ourselves. On one such trip we were walking down the beach looking for seashells. It was overcast and had been drizzling all morning, so there was hardly anybody on the beach, and we were having an enjoyable time walking back and forth looking for cool things. It was early fall, so the water was pretty warm, and eventually I talked her into going for a swim with me.
They had only been on the road for one hour when Amanda had to pee. This isn’t rare for her. Even though Jack had told her to pee before they left, she got distracted, or felt like she didn’t have to go, or whatever. Bottom line – she didn’t pee before and now she had to. And pretty bad, judging by the way she was squirming in the seat. The only problem, Jack pointed out, is that a mile ago they passed a sign that said “next services, 75 miles”. Amanda was undeterred. “I’ll pee by the side of the road”, she said, “it’s not even light yet, and we haven’t seen another car for 10 minutes.” This was true; they had left the house at 4:30 am, hoping to make it to the coast by noon, and an hour into their trip the first signs of dawn were just barely starting to show but the road was still practically deserted.
“OK”, Jack said, “but under one condition. You have to pee naked.” He was always playing these games with her, and most of the time she didn’t really mind. This one was pretty extreme though, even for him and she realized that he must have sensed her desperation and was attempting to capitalize on it.
To me, the full corporal discipline regimen that comes from a powerful woman’s Loving Female Authority, should she choose to express and develop it, is a true artform indeed. When she has a steady boy under her control, and wishes to bring that relationship forward, her discipline may be continuously and effectively administered, and the result can be life-changing as he will come to crave her attentions for sure. It will take a special focus on her part to condition her male to be the willing recipient of her attentions and desires. But if that is her disposition, the rewards can be powerful indeed.
“It is instructive to think of his bare bottom as a blank canvas and the implements of discipline as your paint and brushes.
“Over time, you can create the most wonderful tapestry out of your mastery of the discipline of Loving Female Authority. From the first time he feels the sting of your will and authority upon his fanny and, from that moment forward, with each subsequent application of your brushstrokes, administered always on the bare, the blank canvas of his tender, fully-exposed fanny will be the recipient of the repeated creative application of your will through he expression of your artistic talents — you will simply add to an artistic work already in progress by adding a new detail in the painting.
It was a warm summer night in Santa Monica, and the night life was just beginning to bustle. We were three young bachelors, looking for the right place to have a good time. David told me about a lounge that was always busy called 31TEN, with good music and beautiful women galore. As soon as we walked in, David and Anthony recognized a couple of girls they knew from college, so we met up with them and exchanged names. The wooden floor absorbed and transmitted the heavy bass from my feet to the rest of my bones. Large decorative paintings and stylish objects were scattered sporadically, giving the ambiance a chic and cozy feel. The calm night breeze seeped into the lounge and conditioned the temperature perfectly, alleviating some of the body heat from the crowds. There were two sides to the bar, where small intermittent groups were mingling. A DJ was in the corner, where the vivacious and energetic flocked to dance the night away.
When my best friend Stephanie asked for my help with something special, I agreed immediately, “What are friends for?” What I wasn’t expecting was what exactly I would be helping with; although I’m glad I decided to go! Stephanie had text me, asking me to come by her apartment that night, simply saying that she needed my help with something. I have known Stephanie since elementary school, and have watched her grow into the beautiful 5’6 blonde woman that she is today.
That night when I walked in, everything seemed normal. We sat down, and had a beer, making small talk. After a little while, I finally asked, “So what’s so important that I had to rush over here tonight? You didn’t break up with that new girl already, did you?” The wicked smile that crosses her lips should have tipped me off honestly, but who would ever expect what was coming next?
“No, she and I are still together, although we have hit a slight issue recently. I won’t go into details, but I wonder, could you help me handle it? I have something special in mind, and I think you’re the perfect man for the job, and you’re someone I trust completely, so I can’t imagine anyone else I would ask.”
The way she said “man for the job” struck me as kind of odd and in the back of my mind, a rather dirty thought popped up. Was Stephanie about to propose a threesome? Rationally I knew that didn’t make sense, but like any guy, I was immediately turned on by the idea. With a laugh I said “Sure Steph, I’ll have a threesome with you, I thought you’d never ask!”
All of the sudden, my best friend was gone; the sweet innocent girl I had always known was replaced with a strong woman, with a wicked look in her eyes. As she stood up, she announced over her shoulder “I like your spirit Andy, and you’re almost right. But we won’t be having a threesome!”
As she walked to the back of her apartment, I was confused. Should I get up and follow her? What did she mean by ‘almost right’? As I sat there confused, Stephanie came walking back in the room, with her hand behind her back. It took me a second to realize that she wasn’t alone either. As I watched, Stephanie walked in with a gorgeous redheaded woman crawling on the floor behind her, with a ball gag in her mouth, and a collar around her neck, which Stephanie had attached a leash too and was using to guide her pet along. The thing that shocked me was that I recognized the girl crawling on the ground. Her name was Claire, and she was a member of the cheer squad from back in highschool. What the hell was going on here?
“This is Andy, he will be assisting me with your punishment tonight Claire. This is what happens to bad little lesbians who don’t obey!” she explained to Claire as I watched. As confused as I was, my cock was growing harder by the second as the twisted part of my mind evaluated what was going on. Claire was completely naked, wearing only a ball gag in her mouth and a collar around her neck. From my angle I could see that there was a fluffy fox tail hanging from a butt plug which was wedged firmly in the former cheerleaders incredibly shaped ass, and I watched as her tits swayed back and forth as she crawled.
As turned on as I was, watching this teenage fantasy play out in front of me, I still needed answers. “Steph, what the fuck? Isn’t that Claire from highschool? Why is she crawling around your floor naked? Why am I here?”
With the crack of a belt, Stephanie ordered Claire to sit. I watched as the naked girl sat down like a dog, which pushed the butt plug in her ass deeper. Sitting down next to me, Stephanie leaned in close and whispered in my ear “Andy, I’m a dominatrix. I have been for years, but I never told you. Now though I need your help. Claire has never been with a man, but has confessed to me that she wants too. I recently caught her flirting around with people online, and decided that I would kill two birds with one stone. I get to punish her, and she gets to finally fulfill her fantasy of being fucked by a man. I know this is all very sudden, but I didn’t know how else to ask you or explain the situation. If you’re uncomfortable, I completely understand. But according to the tent in your pants, I think you might be interested in helping me… What do you say?”
I couldn’t deny how turned on I was, both by realizing that I was about to fulfill one of my own fantasies, but also by watching how uncomfortable and scared Claire’s face was as she watched Stephanie and I discuss her. There was no way I was going to miss this opportunity! With a voice loud enough for both women to hear, I asked “What would you like me to do with this slut Stephanie?”
She knew she had me then, and raised her voice as well. “Whatever you want, if Claire wants attention then she can have it! You can fuck her mouth or her pussy, but leave her ass alone. That’s for me to play with!” Standing up, she walked over to Claire and grabbed her by the chin. “This is what happens to little sluts who like to flirt and tease on the internet! Now get over there and serve your new Master. She swung the belt she was still holding in her hand, catching Claire across her ass just as she started crawling towards me, causing her to yelp around the gag that was still in her mouth. With that she walked out of the room, leaving Claire and I alone.
As the hot little redhead crawled towards me, I could see the shame in her eyes as tears started to crawl down her face. I’ve never considered myself a very sadistic man, but seeing her embarrassment and fear turned me on even more. Without thinking, I reached forward and grabbed her by the obviously dyed red hair, quickly dragging her the rest of the way. She stumbled while trying to keep up, and her head fell in my lap where she could feel how hard I was already. Still holding onto her hair, I pulled her head up to look me in the eyes. “I don’t think you remember me, do you Claire? We were in science together, and if I’m honest, I’ve wanted to do this for a long time…” As I spoke, my other hand was busy undoing my belt and pants, freeing my 8 inch cock to pop out and point directly at Claire’s face. I slid the gag out of her mouth, and jerked her head back down into my lap. “Time to get to work slut!”
Much to my surprise, Claire didn’t hesitate, bringing her hands up to brace herself against my thigh, while wrapping her free hand around the base of my shaft. It was obvious she had never sucked a cock before, as she gently bobbed her head up and down, engulfing the head and going down about an inch before coming back up. I let her do this for a minute before pushing her hands away, and seizing the back of her head to push her all the way down. She had taken most of my meat before she started gagging and trying to pull back up. “Oh no Claire, you have to get over that gag reflex! And use your tongue, as well. If you don’t make me happy then I’ll make sure Stephanie knows about it!”
This threat was clearly enough to keep her in line, as Claire stopped trying to pull away and I could feel her tongue begin to slide up and down my cock, doing her best to keep her gags under control. Eventually I released her head, allowing her to continue to suck at her own pace. Each time she went down, she pushed herself as far as she could, licking and sucking every inch of flesh she could reach. For a first timer, I was quite impressed! It was then that I got my first glimpse of what my best friends tits looked like.
Stephanie walked back in the room, completely changed. She was now wearing a pair of black lace hip huggers, and a mesh top that went from her neck to her navel, but didn’t do anything to actually cover the 34D’s that I had often imagined. If anything, the black mesh made them look even sexier. I couldn’t take my eyes off of her as she walked over and kneeled down behind Claire, who was still sucking for all she was worth. In her hand she was holding a large purple dildo, which she began caressing against Claire’s bare pussy.
“Having fun you two? I know Claire is, I don’t think I’ve ever seen my little pets cunt so wet without being touched before!” At her words Claire’s face flushed a bright red, but continued to suck me. I watched her eyes grow large as Stephanie began sliding the purple dick into her pussy, a little at a time. She was clearly in pain, but began sucking even harder as she moaned around my cock. We spent a few minutes like that, impaling the poor cheerleader between us, meanwhile both making comments about how hot she looked being double teamed and discussing other ways to use her.
Finally, Stephanie got up and sat down next to me, rubbing her pussy through the lace panties as she watched Claire work most of my meat into her throat. Again she leaned over to me, and whispered in my ear. “Do you want to fuck her?”
Her words combined with watching her rub her pussy right next to me almost pushed me over the edge. “Fuck yeah! Would that be ok, do you think?”
“She’s my toy, and I’m letting you play with it. Put on a condom and you can fuck her as hard as you’d like. Her pleasure doesn’t matter.”
I didn’t need telling twice! I quickly stood up, letting my cock pop out of Claire’s mouth, and dug into my bag, pulling out a condom. As I opened it and rolled it on, Stephanie had guided Claire’s face between her legs and pulled the panties to the side, allowing Claire full access. Kneeling down, I watched as my best friend got her pussy eaten by one of my highschool crushes, who I was going to fuck at the same time! I gently rubbed my cock up and down Claire’s lips, enjoying the sight of her glistening flesh. Pulling back slightly, I wrapped my hands around her hips and thrust forward roughly, burying myself inside of her. As I stayed there, enjoying the feeling of her pussy gripping my meat, Stephanie’s eyes met mine, and I could see the lust there as she came close to her own orgasm.
Keeping a tight hold on her hips, I began to thrust roughly into Claire. I wasn’t slow or gentle, I wanted her to feel it, and remember the pain I had brought her forever. With each thrust, her body rocked forward, pushing her lips and nose tightly against Stephanie’s pussy. The two of us used our toy roughly, with me fucking her as hard as I could while Stephanie ruthlessly grinded against her face. I could feel my balls starting to clench up, as I looked my best friend in the eyes. “I’m about to cum in your toy Steph, hope you don’t mind!” My words pushed her over the edge, grabbing Claire’s hair tightly and holding her head while she screamed out her orgasm against her face. Watching my best friend orgasm got me, as I rammed my hips forward, pushing as far in as I could, and wishing in the back of my mind that I wasn’t wearing the condom.
That was two months ago, but apparently Claire and Stephanie had an incredible time. I have been invited over several times since, and each time Claire meets me at the door wearing her butt plug and collar. Sometimes Stephanie and I share her, and sometimes it’s just me using the tight body of my highschool crush. I’m always happy to help in any way though, after all, what are friends for?
I wanted to fuck him since i first saw him. Of course him being a co-worker made that both better and worse. Over time we began to flirt a little, testing the waters. It started as it always does with innuendos and sexual suggestions that were half played off.
This led to us talking more, and learning that we were surprisingly sexually compatible, him enjoying domination, and me getting off on being dominated. We started getting more explicit, but both of us backed off knowing we didn’t want to risk our jobs. However we started getting more personal at work, always finding ways to touch anyway we could, while seeming as innocent as we could.
This all changed one day where both of us were pissed off at some stuff going on at work. He had asked me to do something and i had snapped back that i wouldn’t. He immediately stepped towards me and in a low voice told me that i better do as he fucking said, and that he hadn’t asked for my opinion on the matter.
The job market was shit as usual. Worse, my ship was stationed at Lonabar’s garage. The repairs after the crash amounted to ten thousand credits. A year ago after I bagged Ganvor Hulst I could have paid that without missing a beat. Unfortunately, a failed marriage, saving my little brother from the Kavvir gang and then finally a trip to Vessigio, the greatest casino planet in the galaxy had left me without much of the fortune I had made from Hulst’s bounty. So here I was, stuck on Tosil, doing odd jobs to barely scrape by and manage to pay Lonabar’s hiked up rates. If there were any other mechanics capable of working on my engines than I wouldn’t have been in this mess. Unfortunately having experimental Velistar engines means that only people like Lonabar can fix them, and unfortunately, he’s the only one on Tosil with the skills I need.
It wasn’t all bad. Working a hovertaxi wasn’t the worst job ever. Once I spent a summer teaching high school kids about the history of the Trennar-Vindian War. Thinking about their uninterested, half dead eyes still makes me shudder. Picking up people all over Tosil was interesting, kept me active and had me meet plenty of interesting people. The girls I came across were some of the highlights of my job experience.
I was 19 years old and in college when this adventure started. I was broke and looking for a job whenever a family friend suggested to my mother that he knew someone who was looking for a live in babysitter, since it was suggested by someone I trusted, I decided it was worth checking out. I had text with the wife back and forth, and she invited me to dinner at a very nice restaurant with her and her husband (with them footing the bill) and I quickly agreed. That was the night I met Tom and Denise Howardson.
Hi, I’m James. I am a 33 year old man living a pretty normal life. I’m not overly attractive, I’m 5’11”, about 200LBS with a slight gut, brown hair, eyes, and beard. I’m married with three children; I’m college educated and work in IT. I go to church most Sundays and even participate on occasion. Nobody there knows my secret, that I am a closet exhibitionist!
I first discovered this excitement when I was about 10. I had the only room in the basement, with a window that was about level with the outside ground. I found that if I climbed on my dresser, I could take out the screen and crawl through the window into our side-yard that was not visible from anywhere else in the house. I was too young to have any real reason to sneak out my bedroom window, however I used to lock my door, strip off my clothes and climb through the window naked. The thrill I got of being outside completely nude was exhilarating! I was terrified yet thrilled at the prospect of being discovered, and quickly realized that I ached to be seen, but not by anybody that I knew, and definitely not caught.