Nasty in Nashville – Exhibitionist & Voyeur – Free Sex Story

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I wake up to the faint sound of the neighbor’s TV set. I had a late night of cleaning but even in a daze it strikes me as odd to hear the TV. This is a classy hotel, not one of those road side trucker dumps with paper thin walls strained with coffee grounds. My current client replied to an ad I posted in Nashville but sadly my week is coming to an end in this lively town. He was younger than the typical client and in addition to all his hair he had just inherited a duplex in downtown Nashville filled to the brim with webs and eight legged inhabitants. I didn’t see much of my pants all week but I especially loved dusting off the walls full of books, mostly about airplanes and engines. He was a pilot and insisted on showing me sexy photos of nude women sprawled in the co-pilot chair. He promised me a flight next time as he kept me plenty busy in his office. A little busy in the garage too.

Checking my phone I see one Missed call and two texts…The muffled voices on the TV fade away and the messages settle into focus. My brain struggles to remember and it dawns on me that it must be the cab driver. I might of sort have seduced him on my short ride to the hotel from the duplex. My flight is still a couple of hours away so I decide to set an idea I had swirling around in my head for a Free ride to the airport into motion. I was covered in several sticky loads which I purposely didn’t wipe off. The pilot was able to blow several loads a day so most of it was his but there was a blindfolded segment Tuesday and Friday which Happened to be the 8th day and as you know by now my favorite. I pressured him to invite a handful of friends over. I bent extra low and rode my duster handle faster than ever, in part due to the discovery the handle can be removed very easily.

I loved the new range I had and although I could only hear their eager and rowdy voices they respected my rules and watched me clean the garage first and mostly in silence. By the middle heavy sighs and high pitched squeals came pouring out one by one. It felt so great knowing they were dropping like flies into my web of seduction. I can smell their fingers stained with thick wads of pent up agression. I flip the handle and slowly start to wedge it between my tight pale cheeks. After teasing myself and the small crowd I force the duster all the way in and bounce blindfolded on the leather seats of some fancy car he had on display. I was allowed to make any messes I wanted and only expected to clean the cobwebs. They didn’t last long but they all took photos at my direction including their drained cocks and my sexy Ass rolling around smearing the warm stains into the fancy white leather seats. I wondered who would have to clean this but didn’t care.

They all followed me to the master bedroom upstairs. I frolicked as slow as I could, stopping to explore each room as I pleased. Eventually I started bouncing on the king sized bed with my new bunny tail firmly in place. My pitch black high knee socks attach to a matching garter belt that tickles my waist as I land on my knees. Each bounce sends me higher and each time the duster plug makes contact with the springy mattress it sends a surge of pleasure deeper and deeper and I let out a blissful quivering scream. I’m surrounded by men almost like a safety net on a trampoline and I can hear the mad dash of panting strangers trying to cum again before I stop bouncing. As instructed the room was filled with mirrors. I fantasize about all their videos and photos going viral, no one can hide their expressions and mine are deeply hidden.

The leather ears on my bunny gas mask stay perky as I bounce and bounce reaching out to brace my shaking body with a solid hold of the first two shafts I can reach. I guide my sweaty body up and down with each hand tighter and tighter around two logs at a time. It doesn’t take long before everyone is limp and also out of breath.

I remove my blindfold and bounce away into the library and prepare for the finale. I quickly scurry up the massive wooden ladder of the dustiest room so far. Instead of dusting I face the crowd for the first time still wearing my duster tail deep inside my strawberry red cheeks starting to match my maroon sweater. I bounce slow pointing in silence as the client and his friends take turns climbing up the ladder and following my commands. Some ask to suck or touch me but my commands are final. You sort of had to be there i guess.

I roll out of bed and walk naked to the bathroom texting the cab driver back as I strut.

“Sorry about last night had a long day of work I fell asleep. Lol. How about a ride to the airport? Off the clock? ;)”

I include the pic of my sexy Ass and know I have a Free ride under control. I kind of think he thought I was a woman due to the jet black shoulder length wig I had on when I stumbled into the cab reeking of sweat and cum. Flirting with men is easy to get what you want and turns out he’s a foot guy so it was easier than usual to catch his eyes on my toes as I sloshed around the back seat acting drunk and bubbly.

I realize it’s not a TV set next door after all but a couple having Sex. I get an almost immediate text back from my driver. I Love how quick they all reply to me.

“Of course just take your socks off this time. On the way, be there in 10.”

I sit against the wall sitting in the bed listening as they have Sex. I got a few looks at man staying there but he seemed alone like a square middle aged married guy in town for some boring work conference. He tried to chat me up as I timed my walk to breakfast with his return my but I got too scared to talk. I shimmied out the “heavy” door of my room and faked a damsel fall backwards flailing my arms overhead revealing the outline of a razor thin thong as my fall escalated to a slow flip leaving my twisted skirt stuck above my waist. I acted like I was frantically trying to fix it but I let him get a long perfect view of my backside.

This was my second or third morning at the hotel and I avoided the small talk and had my breakfast alone after that and honestly forgot about the guy until now. On my way back that morning we had a second interaction as I noticed he was knocking on the door of the room across from us but quickly retreated to his as he saw me return. The room was held open by the latch and I definitely interrupted him and made him uncomfortable. I waited and watched through my peephole as he entered the hallway where I confronted him.

“What are you doing?”

He was nervous at first but tried to act calm.

“I was just checking up on my co worker. This is her room and the door was open.”

“Well is she okay? That’s sweet of you.”

“I don’t know I was interrupted.”

He say it playfully and we approach the door together and I let myself in and quietly call out but it’s an empty room. A large bag sits on the single bed with assorted clothes scattered all over the bed. After checking the bathroom I pay closer attention to the garments. 90% of the colorful pile is skimpy panties. I noticed he is mesmerized.

“Okay let’s go.”

“So I wasn’t going to tell you but she is my co worker like I said and well, we kind of have an arrangement.”

I remember catching a flash of the woman staying in the room who I had noticed myself. I watched her come and go in a tight navy blue one piece bathing suit through my peephole but we hadn’t shared words.

“What kind of arrangement?”

“She leaves the door unlatched and goes down to the pool. I pick out a pair of panties leave them on the dresser and she’ll wear them for me later that night. I take a second pair and take them in my pocket. My room faces the pool and she’s waiting for me right now actually. She likes when I sniff her panties and bust on the window of my sliding door so she can watch. If you want grab a pair and watch from your room just hurry before she leaves!”

He shoved a pair quickly into his pocket, tosses a thin red pair at random towards the empty dresser top and has disappeared into his room before I can say anything. Alone in her room I take a lavender pair with a frilly pink trim and inhale deep. I toss the red thong back onto the pile and put the lavender pair on myself. I fling my own black G string on her dresser before hurrying to my room to catch the show.

I peek through my blinds and her breasts are already exposed for my neighbor. She is all alone and swims around even laying on her back sliding the crotch area to both sides making direct eye contact with the guys room as she covers back up quickly. She takes the long way back to her room walking next to our rooms. I see she is pretending to reach for the cum which is presumably sliding down his glass door. I fill her panties and toss them to the side. At this time I still had a couple days left of work so I got some sleep.

I put it all together as the cab driver blows me up breaking my fantasy.

“I’m here.”

“In the lobby.”

“You ready?”

I roll my luggage out and press my ear one final time to the front door of his room and listen as the soft moans have become vigorous pounding sounds of thighs slamming into hips in a firm repetitive pounding. I feel the door frame shaking with each powerful thrust.

A wild beast in disguise by the sounds he is ravaging her. I know my driver is waiting in the car so I make a Skype call as I look left and right. The coast is clear so I whip out my duster plug and lean it against my neighbors hotel door. I push back and forth until the plug pushes in deep and I ride the duster privately for my waiting cab driver to watch on his phone. He knew about my work and sounded eager to have my clean his place.

He saw me in my wig so I assume he thought I was female but as I face him for the first time and he sees me explode all over my quivering thighs which leaks onto the patterned carpet. He doesn’t skip a beat. No words spoken but he is hard himself and wanking himself in the upscale parking lot. I know he can hear my neighbor still plowing away shaking the walls including the door. Each thrust sends a new surge into my body as I can feel the wall shaking allowing me to absorb each thrust.

I slide the frilly lavender panties off my thighs and picture the woman one final time in her wet blue skin tight suit as I stroke away and breathe in a deep scent of heaven. I replay her sliding the crotch aside in my mind from earlier that week as she screams through muffled sheets wearing my lacy black thong I left on the dresser. I wonder how she entered his room if she dropped a robe or still had on the skin tight swimsuit. I know he will recognize the thong from my fake fall as he is fucking her senseless. I take an extra deep breath and fill my lungs with one last scent of her panties and use them to clean myself up. I hang up on the driver and head to the lobby. I leave the damp twisted panties on the handle of his door over the do not disturb sign. I think about knocking but hurry towards the elevator and get ready for the long flight home.

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