[MF] Fucking to entertain the office workers across the street

So yesterday my girlfriend u/Hes_soo_big (pics available on her account!) and I just did a kink compatibility test last night and it turns out we both have an exhibitionist fetish.

To cut to the juicy bit, I ended up coming to her place at 6am (we were up all night on the phone talking about it). As soon as I got there things got hot and heavy, kissing foreplay etc.

At this point, I whisper in her ear “I wanna fuck you by the window”. To set the scene a little: she lives in a small 1 room apartment. People in the street can see us if we stand by the window and vice versa, she’s on the 2nd floor so pretty close to the ground and this is one BUSY street- there’s buses going around every 5minutes (We’re literally in the city centre!) and cars / pedestrians/ cyclists going back and forth.

I pushed her up agaisnt the window and i started fucking her from behind. I look out the window and there’s people in the bus stop accross the street directly in our line of sight- it was dark so I couldn’t tell if they saw us or not. I started making those “O faces” so I kinda hit behind my girlfriend so my line of sight wasnt the best.

The Drive Home from Class- I unbutton my shorts and slide them down my leg.

I woke up this morning extremely horny, but not having time to do anything about it, I just got dressed for classes, not bothering with panties or a bra.

Instead I put on a pair of hip hugger, short, shorts (think Dallas Cowboy Cheerleaders) that I like to wear when feeling randy. The shorts are actually kind of indecent, however my husband loves them and encourages me to wear them more often, Being hip huggers, they are lowcut in front, dipping down well below my belly button and stop just before my butt crack is exposed in back. The legs are short – short style, with some butt cheek showing in back. The front of them is the scandalous part. The crotch seem to have an XXX rated mind of its own. Every time I put them on, they automatically mold themselves around my camel toe, perfectly outlining my pussy for every one’s viewing pleasure, not to mention how they cling to my butt cheeks and go up my butt crack..

The time I [M] [35] found out my girlfriend [F] [25] was an exhibitionist

The time I [m] [35] found out my girlfriend [f] [25] was an exhibitionist.

The time I found out my girlfriend was an exhibitionist.

Well, she [f] [25] wasn’t my girlfriend at the time, but we began dating shortly after this incident. I’m [m], [35] a photographer and Kim was my good friend model and muse, I photographed her all the time.

Kim is around 5’7, a slender, long legged red head. On this day we had many wardrobe changes but the outfit worn by Kim during the incidents was a white form fitting collared executive type top and a navy pleated, thigh length skirt.

As we were shooting (in an old warehouse converted to artists lofts, tech offices and restaurants) she noticed a maintenance worker looking at her as she posed. They exchanged grins each time he passed through.

After his 3rd time coming into our area, when he passed, she jumped up from her pose went to her bag, got on her hands knees and was searching for something. As he passed again, Kim raised the back of her skirt so her white cotton panties and part of her ass was exposed to him. I saw his eyes pop as he stumbled passing again.

A Weekend Outdoors – Day 1 [FM] [exh] [outside]

I came across your profile on a popular dating app. Right away, you interested me. Your stern stance, handsome features, and bio caught my attention. It seemed you already came across my profile and liked what you saw, as we matched right away. You sent me a message first asking me about my degree, making small talk as the night went on. You were sweet, funny, and smart. You knew how to keep a conversation stimulating.

One night I was feeling a little lonely and decided to start playfully flirting with you. It started innocent and playful, quickly turning devious once the night was near over. We weren’t tired, but awake and hungry. I sent you a teasing picture of me laying in bed with just a tight tank top and shorts shorts on me, no panties or bra underneath. You were quick to send me a picture back of you laying in bed, hand grabbing your hard cock over your sweats, obvious you weren’t wearing any boxers or briefs. Your body was absolutely perfect, and my desire for you intensified. I brought up meeting up, something you agreed to without hesitation. We tried to come up with relatively private places to meet up and thought it was exciting if we went camping together as our first trip out. We reserved a reclusive primative spot at a nearby campground the same night. We would meet next weekend.

The Bulge Chronicles part 1

I wasn’t good with girls in high school. An only child with a single mother, I was great in conversations with middle-aged women, unsurpassed at searching for father figures, and absolutely terrified of girls my age. The only ones I ever dated or went to dances with in high school were the ones who asked me out.

In college, I dated one girl for a long time and only a couple others saw my dick. Which is why I was so surprised, at age 22, when a German girl I had sex with told me “that’s the biggest one I’ve ever seen.” We stayed together for nearly two years, and it was my sexual awakening. Things that I had heard about from friends were suddenly possible for me: she wanted to show me off, so we tried a threesome; I had the confidence to hang free, so we went to a nude beach, and then to many more; I learned that I had a dom side and we experimented with BDSM.

A Weekend Outdoors (Part 1) [FM] [Exh]

I came across your profile on a popular dating app. Right away, you interested me. Your stern stance, handsome features, and bio caught my attention. It seemed you already came across my profile and liked what you saw, as we matched right away. You sent me a message first asking me about my degree, making small talk as the night went on. You were sweet, funny, and smart. You knew how to keep a conversation stimulating.

One night I was feeling a little lonely and decided to start playfully flirting with you. It started innocent and playful, quickly turning devious once the night was near over. We weren’t tired, but awake and hungry. I sent you a teasing picture of me laying in bed with just a tight tank top and shorts shorts on me, no panties or bra underneath. You were quick to send me a picture back of you laying in bed, hand grabbing your hard cock over your sweats, obvious you weren’t wearing any boxers or briefs. Your body was absolutely perfect, and my desire for you intensified. I brought up meeting up, something you agreed to without hesitation. We tried to come up with relatively private places to meet up and thought it was exciting if we went camping together as our first trip out. We reserved a reclusive primative spot at a nearby campground the same night. We would meet next weekend.

Three Years a Sex Slave Pt10 [MF][MFMF] [FF][Bon]

After I was placed on birth control, I had my first loving, real, sexual experiences with mom and dad, I was to go back to the doctor who placed me on the pill. I was sitting in the waiting room with mom and remembering what had happened the first time I was here.

It was in this office that I first came to understand that I actually liked people looking at me while I’m nude. I didn’t know it then. but I am a terrible exhibitionist. Under other circumstances, I might have become a stripper or a porn star, but I was getting the right stimulus to become a sex slave. I walked from a bench to a chair, naked, and put my ankles into a pair of stirrups and let this complete stranger look at my spread legs and glistening pussy. I also let him finger me, insert devices into me, all because I was ordered to. Remembering this, I could feel my honey box getting all moist.

Quarantined with Kell, Part VI – FINALE [incest][MF/FF][mother/son][aunt/niece]

Thanks again for reading. I hope you enjoy the final installment.

I may reprise these characters sometime in the future.

Though I do not always have the time to respond, I do read all comments in the comments section, below.

Quarantined with Kell

Part VI – FINALE

The three weeks after my father’s death were a blur. Kell, Bridget, and I supported each other as best as we could. Sex just about stopped.

My mother stayed at her parents. My father’s body was cremated. We postponed any kind of a formal service until after the pandemic, deciding to hunker down for now and lick our wounds.

The reading of my father’s will took place via videoconference. I had expected that most of the money would go to my mother, and I was right, but there was a clause providing for $50,000 to be given to both Bridget and I upon our father’s death. With Kell and I just getting started, that money would go a long way towards getting us on our feet financially, even potentially acting as a down payment on a better place to live.

Going out without underwear made me a relentless tease [f] [exh]

I am a “good girl”. A shy 18 year old virgin none of her friends would suspect could do anything naughty. Recently, I started dressing sluttier and sluttier, having developed a craving for the male attention I get that way and most recently, I went out without any underwear for the first time. No bra, no panties.

That afternoon, I changed from my sweats into sheer black tights that got more seethrough along my thick thighs, black thigh high socks, a tight black mini skirt further shortened in the back by my big butt and a low cut black sweater that fit my big breasts tightly. Nervous about my nipples poking through at first, I put on a winter jacket that slightly covered them and headed to the bus stop.

As I got on the bus, I took my first step up with my left leg, accidentally giving the bus driver a peek up my skirt, which he seemed to enjoy.

Once at my stop, I stepped out not expecting anyone to notice something was different today, I’ve worn this outfit before, only with the addition of underwear, but immediately as I walked past a few older men, I could feel their stares on my body, as though they were undressing me with their eyes as they started holler at me and I hid my slight smile of contempt under my mask.

[FFM] [voy] [exh] ART CLASS – A true story of my one night in my days as a male go-go dancer.

**You can view full the illustrated version of ART CLASS at** [https://eroticprose.com/](https://eroticprose.com/)

Working as a male go-go dancer from Key West to Provincetown, I learned firsthand that often women can become pretty daring. While dancing, rotating my buns as I thread my way between the tables, I’ve had even the most prim-looking gray-haired ladies grope my crotch and go as far as to slip their nimble fingers between the elastic of my briefs.

Recently, I was enjoying some well-earned time off when a friend asked if I’d be interested in earning some easy money posing for a women’s art club. Sure, I said, expecting anything but what happened.

Most of the women were older, mid-thirties and up, a lot of divorcees and several widows. Everything went fine until I disrobed and took my position on the small elevated platform wearing only a skimpy bikini. One of the students, a svelte woman around forty, with the firm, pointed tits and short-cropped, salt and pepper hair recognized me as a dancer from one of the local clubs. She got the other women revved up, and soon art went down the tubes as the class clustered around me pleading for a demonstration of my act. They’d make it well worthwhile, they promised, with much more than I’d earn posing. I couldn’t resist.