I shift my attention from the book I’m reading to your hands as you scribble and strike out something on your paper frantically, shaking the table that I’m sitting across from you at. My gaze continues upwards and you look up from your work, locking eyes with me momentarily before letting out a frustrated sigh and looking down again. Your reading glasses are slipping down so you push them further up the bridge of your nose. I’ve always thought that glasses only succeeded in making a girl sexier. Your hair is pulled back into a ponytail. I’m distracted by the outfit you have on; you unzipped your hoodie a couple minutes ago and now your lowcut tank top is revealing a good amount of cleavage. I look back down at my book and try to focus. After making it through a couple lines, I start to think about what it would be like if I crawled under the table, slipped my head under your skirt that goes halfway up your thighs and ate you out. My eyes shift from my book again and I look at your face, imagining what it would look like as you tried to hold back moans and squeals in this library we’re studying in. The thoughts are getting me worked up so I shake them and return to my book.
Tag: Exhibitionist
Tantralzing Butterflies part 1/5 [mfr][str8, Bi, Bi][exh][grp]
This is an episodic piece that will be complete by week end.
We are leaving the club and heading for the cab. The synergy radiates off of our group – it is intoxicating. We are drunk on life. Hearts are racing and so are we. We laugh like the dumb, young kids we are as we fumble into the back of the cab. In between our fits of laughter, we somehow slip the destination to the driver and we are on our way.
From Online Flirting to Fucking in Public…Kind of [Str8, MF, exh, long]
It was the last evening of my time in Norway. I had decided to make it easy on myself and rent a flat instead of living out of a hotel for two weeks. I had made it three quarters of the way through my relatively uneventful third deployment to the middle east and was allotted 14 days of leave to get a break from combat. At that point in my holiday from Hell, I was already past the point of appreciating a hot shower and on my way to silently complaining about a poor choice of a glass wine for dinner.
The last time I left combat for anywhere in Europe I was being transported by military aircraft to the Army Medical Center in Landstuhl, Germany. I was unconscious and only able to breathe thanks to a nice young private who wasn’t old enough to have a celebratory beer with me afterward, but was old enough to squeeze an inflatable pouch (and, coincidentally, my makeshift lung) every few seconds to keep me alive. The injuries I sustained were severe enough to warrant spending many thousands of dollars to immediately evacuate me out of country, but had not endangered any of my limbs or my eyesight. The last thing I remember before the explosion is taking off my helmet to get a brief respite from the smothering heat and slug back some water. The next thing I can recall is waking up to the sounds of two German health professionals discussing the sutures that I later found out were more or less the only thing holding my guts in my abdomen. To put it plainly, I had been blown the fuck up.
What the Webcam Saw [MF, exh, huml, voy]
I untied the thin belt around my waist. My robe slipped off my shoulders, falling to the floor of our hotel room. “How do I look?” I asked, but his wide-eyed expression and hanging jaw told me everything I needed to hear.
“Y-you look amazing,” he stammered. But it was nice to hear it, too, I had to admit…
“Really? You don’t think these pasties are too small?” I wondered, gesturing to the small, black hearts adorned with turquoise bows, the only things covering my sumptuous, sun-kissed breasts. “I mean, they barely cover anything.” I walked closer to him, step by step, smiling inwardly as he squirmed on the bed, trying and failing to hide his growing desire. His pants bulged deliciously. “You can see almost everything. I might as well be naked…”
“It’s a good look on you… Why don’t you come closer so I can see how lovely you look, kitten?”
I mewed and bit my lip. “Well, if you insist…” I softly dropped into his lap, wrapped my arms around his neck, and stared deeply into his eyes. “Like this?” A familiar and insistent hardness pressed urgently against my bottom. I gently wiggled against it.
Slut Academy [Mff, nc, anal, Fsub, exh, huml, Mdom, oral, reluc]
The professor holds her down while the principal teases the slutty student. She tries to edge forward to get her tongue closer to licking the principal's exposed cock, but her teacher tightens his grip. The cock twitches and she moans loudly, "Please.. Let me have a taste." "See, class, this is how you identify a true slut–always hungry for a big cock." The student whimpers and begs, "Please, Sir. Let me suck your cock. I promise you'll enjoy it." The principal seems to pause and consider her proposition, "Not as much as I'll enjoy this, whore." He grabs her hair and jerks her head up and shoves his cock into her shocked mouth and as her throat offers resistance, he thrusts once, twice before shoving his length down her virgin throat. Her eyes water as her throat constricts around his thick cock. Choking, she struggles fruitlessly against her teacher's grip. The principal, without taking his eyes off the girl lying on the desk in front of him, explains to the class, "Although her throat tried to keep my cock out, it was useless to struggle. With sluts, you always have your way with them." The principal grunts in pleasure as he holds her head against his crotch for a few more seconds, then he pulls her face away and holds it out as he fucks her mouth and throat. The class watches in awe as her throat bulges each time his cock thrusts down its tight depths. The professor looks down at the slut's jiggling ass peeking out under her short skirt, as her throat is fucked. He notices how wet her thin panties are. His attention is jerked to her face when he hears the principal give off four loud grunts and a moan as he finishes himself all over the girl's face. "This is how you mark a slut, class. All over her pretty face." He lets her head fall down then tells the professor to switch places with him. The professor stands in front of the girl and continues to hold her down as the principal stands behind her. He flips her skirt up. "Who here has a ruler they can volunteer?" he asks the class. An athletic blonde female jogs to the front of the class, her big perky tits bouncing. "H-here… You can use my ruler." She offers the principal a bright pink metal ruler. "Yes,yes…this will do quite nicely." he says as he eyes the new student up and down. He grabs her hair and forces her to her knees in front of the slut on the desk. "Are you a slut too, sweet girl?" "N-no, Sir." "I think you are, " he smirks, "Lick her pussy." He rips the first slut's panties off as she squeals. The second slut hesitates long enough to make the principal grab the back of her head and force her face into the first slut's shiny, wet, pink pussy. The second slut begins slowly licking it. "Faster, bitch!" the principal shouts. She then grabs the girl's ass and sucks on her clit as her other fingers slide into the girl's pussy. The first slut jerks up and moans and groans in pleasure whispering, "Holy shit don't stop.." Soon the second slut's fingers find the girl's ass hole, a tiny pink bud. First her index finger is thrust in, then her middle finger joins that one. The moans grow louder. "Oh you two girls are very.. Very good girls." The principal murmurs as he strokes his cock. The professor's eyes are practically bulging out of his head as he watches the two girls, one with cum on her face and moaning as the other fingers her ass and pussy while sucking on her clit. The principal bends down and rips first the girl bent over the desk shirt open, exposing her small but perky tits, then the girl on her knees shirt open, allowing her big round tits to bounce out of their tight confines. He takes turns sucking and licking each of the girls tits, pinching nipples and twisting them making the girls whimper in pain. He gets on his knees and fucks the girl on her knees tits while she continues to pleasure the girl on the desk. He squeezes them together, enjoying how his cock fits snugly between them before poking against her pale throat. He then stands up and jerks the blonde's face and hands away from the brunette. He tells a student in the front row to bring up another desk, then shoves the blonde over the desk. He tells the student to hold her down just like the professor is holding down the first girl. The principal flips the blonde's skirt up and rips her lacey thong off and flings it to the audience where several males scuffle to claim it. He rubs both girls' clits, making them moan together. He then picks up the pink ruler and strikes the brunette's ass. She whimpers loudly, "Owww.. That hurt…" The ruler strikes the blonde's ass next, "Fuck!" The principal takes turns spanking the brunette and blonde until their round asses are a satisfying red/pink and the girls are squealing in pain. He puts the ruler aside and grabs his cock, now dripping in precum, "This is the time when a slut learns her place. She will beg, she will feel pain, she will scream, but in the end, she'll thank you for punishing her because it's what she deserved." The principal spreads the blonde's ass cheeks exposing her ass hole, a little bigger than the brunette's but still pink. He presses his cock against it, then shoves it all the way in, her hole taking him with just a little resistance. Grunting he says, "Damn, bitch, that's good." She bites her lip and moans. "Hear that class? This slut has been used before." He grabs her hips and thrusts his hips with force against her repeatedly,fucking her so hard the desk shakes precariously. He grabs her hair to hold her in position, pulling her back out of the student’s grip so he can grope her tits as he fucks her ass. The blonde is yelling in pleasure and her eyes roll back as her body convulses in orgasm. The principal immediately pulls out and without pause to catch his breath, spreads the brunette's ass, "Now let's see how you take a cock up your ass." He presses his throbbing head against her hole, a hole so small you can barely make it out against her milky ass. He leans against her harder, but she is so tight. He then begins thrusting, forcing his cock up her ass. She screams and writhes in pain. Tears form in her eyes, "No! NO! PLEASE NO! OH GOD I CAN'T!" "Oh you're going to take it all, bitch." His cock finally slides all the way in and he grabs her hips and jerks her against him as he fucks her just as hard as the blonde. The brunette's hole is tight around his cock, and he knows he won't last long with her. He smacks her ass, enjoying the extra jiggle as he fucks her. She continues to scream and yell and beg for him to stop when all of a sudden, she begins to moan. Her pleadings for him to stop change to, "Oh yes! Harder! Faster! Oh god fuck me! I'm your anal slut! I love you violating my tiny little ass hole with your thick, long cock!" The principal moans and pulls out and shouts for the male student and professor to flip the girls over. The principal then finishes himself all over the girls stomachs, tits, and faces. His orgasm is powerful, he grunts repeatedly and his legs shake as his hot white cum shoots onto the two used sluts. Short of breath, the principal turns to the class as he puts his clothes back together, "And that, class, is how you properly use sluts." He then walks out the door and shuts it quietly behind him. The bell rings and the students disperse as the two sluts are left bent over the desks, used and dripping with cum as they shake with pleasure.
Whistle blower part II: Show off [exh][MF][reluc]
This is the second stand-alone story I've posted about the Golden Whistle. I'll post a link to part 1 in the comments.
It’s a few years later and Joe Checulo has ranked up. He is now working as a detective. Every now and then, he still hits the streets, but a lot of his time is spend sitting behind a desk. Boston is getting uneased. As everywhere else in the world, the beginning of a new century has stirred up working classes. In the lower-class areas of the city, policemen are required to pair up when they hit the streets. Young men are rioting in small groups and young women are making themselves heard. Rumour has it women are even thinking about voting, although that will of course never be realized. Even the thought of it makes Joe laugh. He is cracking case ‘Walnut’ and is stuck in his thinking. The office is empty, everybody else has gone home.
Eros’ Uplifting Spell [MF][exh][voy]
I wrote this in an attempt of roleplay on /r/dirtypenpals, but I wrote so much, it wasn't roleplay anymore, but the redditer suggested finishing the story and posting it here. I start off with her prompt in Italics. I made it a quicky because it's a try-out, but I'd be up for more.
I was foolish to think I could break into the Temple of Eros with nothing happening. It's only thousands of years old, what's the worst that could happen? But I awoke the mischievous wrath of the god of sex, and now he/she torments me. Every week it changes: makes everyone fall in love with me at first sight, turns my office into a brothel, makes me insatiably horny around people I don't even like… sometimes Eros even disguises himself as someone I have a huge crush on and strings me along for months.
Strangers on a train [Mf] [exh]
This morning on my way to work I had a very dirty fantasy. We're sitting across from each other on a crowded train. To the other passengers we appear to be strangers, and you make every effort to ignore me. I'm sitting on a bench with my legs crossed, and there's a bag at my feet. I bend forward and look into my bag. I'm not looking for anything in particular, I'm mostly just trying to give you a clear view down my shirt. When I'm sure you've had a good look I straighten up and run my fingers through my hair. You can see that I'm not wearing a bra and my nipples are hard against my shirt. I lick my lips slowly and look at your face. I'm frustrated to see no reaction from you and I decide to try harder to get your attention. I want you to be so hard and needy that you order me to follow you off the train to someplace where you can properly fuck me. I clear my throat to make sure I have your attention and slowly uncross my legs. I spread my thighs, revealing that your little tramp is not wearing panties. I'm wet knowing that any of the other passengers could see my pussy, but that it belongs to you.
A MILF, a Teacher, and a School [mFF, Str8, anal, exh, oral]
As an 18 year old guy, I usually have a hard time concealing boners wherever I go, but the day of my first swim meet of senior year was especially tough. It happened to take place a little over a week after my orgy with my best friend, his mom, my English teacher, and the two MILFs that I have been fucking for quite some time. I hadn’t had the chance to fuck any of those incredibly attractive older women in the days since, so I had nearly a perpetual boner, which was only soothed for brief periods of time after my frequent masturbation sessions. Unfortunately, I couldn’t just slip away in the middle of school to stroke my dick. I’d have to until I got home after the swim meet to get off. Or so I thought. As I was walking out of English class that day, Mrs. Robinson stopped me and brightened up my day.
Stage Slut [MMFF, bdsm, exh, Fdom, Fsub, huml, nc, oral, reluc, voyeur]
I was tied up. They kept me in my cage backstage, hands and feet always in cuffs, ready to be bound by cords. They were already bound- one of the guards had secured them half an hour ago. He… promised… that he and a friend would be back soon, to fetch me for the show.
They've already got me ready for the show. I'm wearing a new outfit this time- a black leather crop top, with a too-tight halterneck holding my large breasts. Leather skintight pants, with a hole cut into them, showing my black cotton panties underneath. It's uncomfortable, lying the way I am on the floor with all the leather, but I can't move. Not with the restraints.
"Hey. Slut. It's your turn." I look up to see the two guards smiling darkly at me, obvious bulges in their pants. One of them began to move a hand down to his crotch. "The problem is, we're not quite sure if you're ready to perform. We think you might need a little preparation." "No, I- I'm fin-" "Did I say you could talk, slut? Because I don't remember that. I don't remember that at all. You're not here to talk."