The Entertainer – Exhibitionist & Voyeur – Free Sex Story

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I’m leaning against the doorframe, watching him flog his girlfriend, swearing I can feel every lash biting against my skin, too.

I’m not jealous. I know that’s what jealous people say, but I’m not. I like to watch him work. I usually don’t get to, so this is a sexy new side, I get to see, that just makes the wetness in between my legs grow a little more.

The people next to me murmur “I could never do that”, “Don’t you need a code word?”, “Do you think that hurts?”

I tell them it doesn’t, and smirk when they gawk in my direction. I’m nothing if not an entertainer. He makes her cum.

Good thing the theme of the night is “beach wear”, because only swimsuit bottoms can contain the Hot, dripping wet, Pussy in between my legs.

I tell her she looks lovely tied up. She does. I’d like to take the flogger out of his hand and take over, but he’s enjoying himself, and the way he moves reminds me of the previous nights we’ve had together; the way he reads my body and moves so fluidly, the flogger stinging, but never too much.

They end their scene and I walk away. I need to change pants, so I’ll take a lap after my wardrobe change, go see if I can calm myself down a little. Of course, I’m in a Sex club, so why do I need to?

I change into a one-piece swimsuit; metallic, ztrappy, and a high-cut thong. I know what I look like. I know what effect the high sides, mixed with my mile-long legs, and high heels, have on other human people. I can barely even stop looking at myself!

I grab another drink, finish my lap, and head back to where I last saw him. He’s still close by; supervising (enjoying) her while she sucks another man’s cock in the room in front of us. He strokes my bare Ass; I could probably cum in the middle of this hallway. I want to play with him. A woman, who had been watching earlier, walks up and asks for a demo. He agrees, and I follow, watching him bend her over the spanking bench, pull her dress up, and my Pussy is again, dripping and clenching in response to seeing him work.

Except,

This time, I join him. I spank this stranger while he makes her cum. Her husband watches. I clench my thighs together, watching him, hoping the woman can’t feel how wet I am against her. I realize I can see my nipples poking through my swimsuit. They’re hard as rocks, but I can’t take my eyes off of him. I want, need, him to touch me. I need him to pinch my nipples, take them in his mouth, stroke my throbbing clit while he hits me…

He finishes with our friend, thanks her, and asks me if I’d like to play.

“Yes!” I almost shout, and throw my belongings on the ground.

“What do you want tonight?”

“Dealer’s choice.”

He chuckles.

I bend over the spanking bench, Ass facing the hallway, BARE Ass, pointed in the direction of total strangers, watching from chairs in the hallway.

My mom would be so disappointed. Why am I thinking about her? This is weird. Okay, back to it.

He strokes me, asks me what my safewords are. Meatloaf. It’s always meatloaf.

He begins.

This is different. It isn’t as stingy. It doesn’t hurt. It feels so, so lovely, and I never want him to stop. My brain feels warm and fuzzy, and when he takes his first break to stroke me, I, surprisingly to even myself, want him to keep going.

“Cum for me, siren”.

Ah, well, sometimes you have to take one for the team.

He continues.

Stroke after stroke, I get wetter and wetter. My Pussy is throbbing, I am jumping against the air, just begging for some friction; anything to get me off while he continues to flog me in this semi-public setting. It bites, but in the best way. I feel completely warm inside, and my brain has all but shut down for any non-essential functions. I can feel my wetness dripping down my leg. “Did I cum, or am I just that wet?” I kneel, pushing my body forward, so I can grind my swollen clit into the bench; anything for a little release. I grind into the vinyl padding, thankful for something solid, while he continues to rain lashes on my back, thighs, and Ass.

“Get up.”

He puts a towel on the floor in the hallway outside the door and instructs me to kneel. Of course, I obey, essential functions having not returned to my brain. My lizard brain is foggy from the flagellation, but I know I’m supposed to do what he says. That is so ingrained in me, it’s as essential and instinctive as breathing.

“THIS is what a properly trained submissive looks like”

Unconsciously, my head lolls back, gives him access to my face, even though I’m facing away from him; facing into this crowd of strangers, just feet away from where I kneel in plain view of anyone in the entirety of the hallway.

He strokes my forehead.

He pushes my button; the one he programmed, the one that I only offer to him.

He taps my forehead, I lean into him, and explode.

I cum, over and over again, all of my pleasure is his, and anyone in this hallway can see that as I lean into him, cry out, and keep Cumming, all for him, until he stops tapping my forehead.

I collapse into him briefly, then let him help me to my feet, where we kiss, and I thank him.

I’m nothing, if not an entertainer.

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