My very first sexual fantasy that didn't involve Simon Le Bon or Annabella Lwin was about being watched. I had very little self esteem at the time and would certainly not call myself, even now, an exhibitionist, but the idea of being on a tiny stage while men paid small change to see me through a curtained window has always been really sexy to me.
Still, even when I do not generally wish to even be percieved, the idea of being watched, exploring my body and making myself cum gets me so turned on that writing this post is making my cunt throb with wanting.
Because I have now done it.
I was seeing a guy a long time ago, mobster type, who was married. He didn't have permission from his wife to fuck me, but she knew, and as long as she didn't see any evidence of it, she said nothing. Me, I was too young and too stupid, and too in need of any kind of affection to give a shit. And he wooed me. Good gods he wooed me. These days we would call it love bombing and keep well away, but back then, I took that red flag and used it to fashion a sexy dress for him to remove.
This guy was the manager of a business. One that had a shop attached. And the one night, he decided he wanted to fuck me in it. I was game, I was always game, and he set up a chair in the middle of the shop floor, by the counter. He thought that I didn't notice him glance upwards while he was repositioning it. He thought that I would assume he just wanted more room, I mean, he was 6'5" and built like a brick shithouse. He thought that he was slick.
He fucking thought wrong.
I was well aware that we were in fact facing the CCTV camera and that he had put the only lights on that would show us. I was aware that he was probably going to show the tape to all the lads who worked there and some of the members who came to golf. I was well aware that he should have asked my consent for all of this, and wrapped in his red flag or no, I was going to make sure he asked for it. Just in case he was thinking of not.
I sat on the chair, looking as enticing as I could and when he approached and began to undress me, kissing my neck as he did so, I said:
You do know we're right in front of the CCTV camera right?
He breathed a yes into my ear as he undid my bra.
You do know the red light is on, so it is recording?
He rubbed his hard cock against me as he freed my tits, moaning uh huh.
You get it that means that anyone could watch us?
He groaned and said yes, do you mind?
I pulled away. Said ask me properly.
Babe, I want to fuck you knowing the shop boys will see it. Is that ok?
I replied with no, I am going to fuck myself. And you are going to watch.
I stood up, slowly, my tits hanging over my dress and turned around so both camera and lover got a good view of my massive breasts. I ran my hands all over them while my lover watched, open mouthed. I had never been this brazen with him before. His size, his position and his age meant that he was used to calling all the shots in our affair, and for once, I had managed to shock him.
I turned around and leant on the chair, instructing him to pull my skirt up over my ass nice and slowly. I told him to put on a show for the boys, and he did just that, inching it up, revealing my ass, the tops of my stockings and my suspenders. I never wore tights with him as he had proclaimed very early on that the inventor of them deserved to be strangled with his own creation and I always wore heels because though I am 5'10" in my bare feet, he liked still being taller than me when I was in them. So I was quite the sight. Long dark curly hair cascading down my back while my bare ass topped long legs in seamed stockings and black stillettos. I felt so fucking sexy in that moment and then I caught sight of myself in the full length mirror the customers used. In the dimmed lights of the shop, I looked wanton, beautiful, sexy, and I knew there was no going back.
No touching, just looking.
I turned around spread my legs so they were width length apart and started to feel my tits in earnest, licking my thumbs and forefingers to tease my nipples and make them rock hard. I held them from underneath, lifting each one in turn and licking and sucking and moaning while I did so. I had never put on a show for him, not for anyone, before and by the way he kept looking up at the camera, I could tell he was starting to have regrets about the whole thing and he wanted me for himself. Privately.
You should have thought about that before you tried to trick me into this.
My hands moved slower over my stomach and I turned around to show my ass. Holding a cheek in each one, I pulled them apart, showing the lads what I had not yet allowed my lover. His groaning spurred me on and I licked one finger and drew it from my already wet cunt up my arse crack and caressed my twitching anus with it. I then bent over the chair even further and opened my legs wider so they could all see my hand disappear into my vagina. As I continued to fuck myself, my lover tried to get to me on his hands and knees as if he was going to join in.
No.
I spun round and pointed him back to his place on the floor like a naughty puppy. I was loving this. I had never felt so sexy, so powerful, so in charge. I wanted to give everyone a good view but the chair I was on felt quite narrow so I lifted my left leg and planted it on my lover's shoulder, stilettio heel just above his collar bone.
If you try to move towards me, that will leave a mark. If you try to move away from me, I will stretch my leg out and mark you. Either way, you will have to explain when you get home and I am certain you don't want that.
That decided, I started my endgame. I parted my labia with practiced fingers and went to work. I dipped my fingers into my cunt and used the extreme wetness there, (I mean, I was fucking dripping), to circle my clit, Slowly at first, but increasing the pace. I was so turned on, I knew it wouldn't take me long to cum. I knew how to get myself going, I knew exactly where to touch, how to stroke, just how much pressure to apply. That electric feeling had started to build from my toes and had reached my thighs. My breathing was more ragged now, and loud, loud enough that if we were not half a mile away from the nearest road, I would have been overheard. My lover's plan had been to film me in secret, thinking it would humiliate me, well two could play that game. I wanted him to feel humiliated too.
Grab that golf club.
He did as he was told, but he looked unsure as to what I was going to do with it. He probably thought I was going to brain him with it and I'll be honest, if I hadn't been so fucking horny, I might have done, but I had a better idea.
Condom.
He got one out of his shirt pocket and went to hand it to me.
Put it on the golf club.
He started to protest, saying it was the most expensive one in stock. Of course, I knew that. I did the ordering.
With your mouth.
I pushed gently against his shoulder with my shoe to underline my order. He complied. Of course he knew how it was done, he loved to watch me do it on him.
Give me the club.
When he passed it over, knowing he had just put the end of a condom in his mouth then rolled it down the shaft of the golf like he was giving head. In front of the boys, all of whom worked for him. I also knew that the security camera was set to stream and record after closing so he could keep an eye remotely. This meant there was zero chance of the lads not seeing the whole thing. Including the big boss man getting his arse handed to him.
Now watch.
I took my sweet time sliding the handle of the appropriately named wood into my waiting vagina and I nearly came on the spot feelilng how much girth it had and how it was slightly pulling my clit downwards with every stroke. My lover was moaning louder and quicker now and I knew it would not take too long for him to cum. I fucked myself slowly, moaning and panting with each in and out, this had been the best idea. I was utterly aroused at what I had done to my lover but what was bringing me closer and closer to cumming was knowing that there were at least 4 younger lads trying not to openly wank in front of the others. The only thing that had held them back when I was around them was fear of the boss, but they all looked at me with lust in their eyes and bulges that grew when I got too close. Feeling even more brazen, I looked directly into the camera, opened my mouth and dropped my tongue out like I was waiting for a fat juicy cock to land on it. Then I winked. My lover sounded like he was in pain, and that did it for me. Roaring, I screamed a triumphant orgasm, hips bucking, golf club fucking, fingers pinching my nipple.
I flooded the chair I was on, my stockings and the floor. It took me a while to come back to myself fully and when I did, my lover had his trousers down and his cock out. Like I was going to let him fuck me to gain face again.
No. Not tonight. But you may use your tongue to clean me up.
He complied.
The drive back to my place was silent. When he dropped me off, I kissed him on the cheek and called him a good boy. I knew I would pay for that the next day, but it didn't matter. Him driving away meant he didn't notice the car belonging to one of his Golf Coaches parked just down the road.
I waved him goodbye and waited till he had turned the corner at the end of the road. Only then did I pull my door keys out. As I put one into the lock I felt someone behind me, lifting my skirt for the second time that night. One of the boys from work. Now I was going to pay for my behaviour and I could not fucking wait.
The only response is 🔥
I long to be this confident.