Something weird about Exhibitionism

[TheMalevolence]

I've always really liked the idea of public use and exhibitionism, but I recently realised that I actually find it much sexier if the person is in a position where they can't tell when the next customer is going to slide their dick into them. Either blindfolded or put in a position where the can't turn around and look behind them.

Does anybody else get this? I've never found one but I've always wanted to see a story that captures the tension of somebody waiting in anticipation until, without warning, they're suddenly being fucked by a stranger they can't even look at.

 

[Sheana_V]

Like a woman in stocks?

 

[TheMalevolence]

Yeah, that's probably the best example

 

[Tenn99881]

Exhibitionism

I have blindfolded my wife and had a friend come in and fuck her. She never knew who it was.

 

[BongoGal]

I've had a fantasy in which I am walking alone in a forest and I come upon an abandoned house. I want to check out the inside, but the doors are locked. A window I check opens partway, and I try to get through headfirst. As [bad] luck would have it, the window shuts down on me as I am halfway through, leaving me stuck with my butt in the air and my feet off the ground. Try as I might, I just can't free myself. All I can do is yell and hope to attract someone's attention. Eventually someone shows up. I can't see him, but it's a youngish guy, and he asks what he should do. I tell him to pull up the window frame, but it won't budge. I suggest that he break the glass, but he rightly points out that I'd likely be injured. He remarks that I sure am stuck and helpless. In my frustrated state, I make the mistake of angrily and insultingly saying that this is obvious and that he needs to get me out. He says nothing, but I feel him stand between my legs, spreading them wide with his own. I feel his hands on my thighs, sort of rubbing them. "What are you doing?", I ask. He remains silent, and I feel fingers slide under the waistband of my shorts. Grasping for straws, I tell him that my shorts aren't the problem and that even with them off, my butt would never fit through. He grunts agreement of some sort, but I feel him tugging my shorts down just the same. He steps away a bit, and I feel him yank the shorts away from my feet. I angrily tell him that it's not going to help, but he says nothing and traces a finger up my bare right thigh until it reaches my panties. That finger slides under the leg hole, and that's when I flail my legs uselessly and demand that he stop that and get me out. I feel him grab the waistband and tug my panties down to my knees. Outraged I yell insults at him, but he does nothing but pull the panties completely off.

Then I feel nothing, but I can tell that he is staring at my bare ass. A hand then very softly touches a buttcheek and strokes it. That is the moment that I know for certain that he is no longer interested in getting me free. Then he stands between my legs again, spreading them wide as he gets closer. I try to kick at him, but I soon find it useless and exhausting. His hands move around my butt cheeks and between my thighs with a sense of ownership, but also with a maddening gentleness. And then, OMG, fingers are touching my slit. I cry out, "Stop, stop, stop..." but the stroking continues, and I feel myself getting wet. All I can do is bite my lip, but resistance really is futile in this case. Fingers slide up and down my crack, and soon I feel them slipping in the wetness and getting deeper inside me, There is no denying that he knows how I am getting aroused, but I am determined not to give him the satisfaction of admitting it. I loudly call him a bastard and other names, but he keeps stroking me. He seems to purposely do so in a way that makes sloppy wet noises. He surprises me when he asks, "Do you want me to stop?" I snap back, "I don't even care!"

As soon as I say that, I try to correct myself and say yes, but it is to no avail. The fingers continue sliding up and down in a way that is making me crazy. I have to fight thoughts that hope he'll go deeper inside me. I also have to push away the wish that he rub my clit rather than just glance it in passing. I just want it to stop...but maybe next time he'll really rub my clit. No! I can't think that! I lose track of time as I try to fight the sensations. I feel like I could orgasm very easily, but I can tell that it won't happen unless he makes in happen on purpose. It startles me when he asks, "Do you want to come?" I manage to gasp out, "You sick bastard" just before a finger rubs my clit for the first time with any serious pressure. I can't resist letting out a loud and obviously sexual moan. I hear him chuckle and say, "I'll take that as a yes." I say no, no, no, but that finger rubs my clit again, and the best I can do is try to muffle my groan.

Then I feel him step back a bit, and I feel what I can tell are his pants being dropped. I know what is going to happen, but I am frozen wondering how it will happen. Then I feel what I know to be his hard cock slap onto my butt cheeks. He slaps me with it again. All I have to go on is that feeling, but it feels very weighty. I feel him adjust his stance, and soon I feel his cock along the wetness of my pussy, rub along its length, not going inside, just teasing my lips. I feel a hand reach around and grind the head of his cock into my clit. I respond with a long moaning, "Ohhhhh God....." I think to myself, "I'm gonna come....just don't." Then I feel his cock sliding along my lips and also fingers down there. "I'm all slicked up," he says with what sounds like a smirk.

Then I feel him adjust himself again, and then I feel the head of his cock barely pressing into the front of my hole. I brace myself for what I think is going to be a fast, deep plunge, but he just keeps it there. I want to ask what he's waiting for, but don't dare to talk. Then I feel him slowly begin to push in. I clench my jaw and shut my eyes as tight as I can, but with every tenth of an inch he pushes inside me I have to fight the urge to moan out loud. The slowness is making me insane with lust. I am conscious of wanting to thrust myself onto this cock, but I am at his mercy. I am panting at this point and making gasping noises I can't control. He goes slowly enough that he has to get more of my juices to lube his cock. I am helpless wondering how much longer he can keep pushing into me. I can't tell if he's two inches in or six, but I do know that it keeps spreading me wider.
I am thankful that he can't see my face because my mouth is wide open in naked lust.

A shudder runs through me when I catch myself thinking, "That feels so fucking good." I try to tell myself no, but the sensations make me say to myself, "Oh my God it does feel good." Tears fall from my eyes as I moan. It isn't pain, but rather it is a pleasure that is so intense as to be something almost like pain. I don't know if this the longest or the thickest cock I've ever had inside me, but I do know that I've never felt so filled. I finally sense that he has stopped, and he stays in place, with me breathing quickly from a wide-open mouth. Then I feel him pulling back out. He does this faster than he went in, but it is still slow. At first I feel like I'm being pulled inside out, and this makes me moan more, but then I feel it becoming thinner, and as much as I hate thinking it, I admit that I want to be stretched again.

He doesn't pull all the way out. Instead he leaves head inside. Through my panting, I hear him ask, "You want that again?" I no longer have any sense of shame, and I answer in a gasp, "Just do it." Then I feel him filling me again, this time much faster, though still slower than I am used to. It is a steady insertion, and I respond with a loud "Aaaaahhhhh!" He gets to the bottom and stays there for five, ten, maybe fifteen seconds before pulling up very quickly and all the way out. My eyes are wide now, confused by the emptiness and wondering what will happen next. My questions are answered when that cock is plunged into me without warning. I yell helplessly as he pulls back and does it again.

I am lost now. He is fucking me hard now and I am trying to fuck him back. I admit it. I want to come and I want to make him come. Every time he pushes into me now, I yell something incoherent. I hear him moaning, too, and I feel an orgasm ready to burst inside me. It's when I feel him suddenly clench deep inside me that I lose it. I don't know what I'm yelling, but I'm loud, and my body is quaking, lights and colors flash in my head, my spasms gripping his cock tightly.

I think I pass out for a few moments, because suddenly I feel myself regaining consciousness. And I feel him no longer inside me or standing between my legs. I feel sweaty and very well fucked. I call out, "Hello?" and to my surprise, I hear him respond. I tell him that he can't leave me here like this, and he says he won't. He tells me he'll call the fire department or the police and tell them to find me. Then he gets ahold of my feet and slides my shorts back on.

 

[twister947]

Hot, Bongo. Nice writing.

 

[BongoGal]

Thanks, but the writing isn't good. It would make for a decent erotic story, I think, but as it is, it is just a relatively dry description of a fantasy.