Bad Things In Public: A Tale of Exhibitionism and Humiliation

by Lacey Starlove

  “No,” he explained. “Put it in right here.”

  Ashley’s eyes went wide. There were people everywhere. Right next to them. Brushing up against them as they walked around. There was no way to do it discretely. So she took a deep breath, held onto her husband for balance, lifted her right leg up, and put the vibrator up inside her while a bunch of strangers stared, shocked. Even from a distance, there was no mistaking the fact that this beautiful woman was shoving something up either her ass or pussy right in the middle of the mall. A lot of people were close enough to see which one.

  When she had it nestled up against her most sensitive internal spot, she put her leg down, and looked around at the faces staring at her, a mixture of surprise, disgust, and arousal.

  Suddenly, Ashley felt a wave of pleasure between her legs. Her knees buckled. It felt good. It felt really fucking good.

  “Oh fuck!” she screamed uncontrollably before instinctively bringing her hand up to her mouth to silence herself.

  Her husband had pressed the button on his remote.

  “That was the lowest setting,” he informed her. “I can change the intensity with this knob. And it will vibrate as long as I hold the button down. I barely pressed it that time.”

  As she contemplated his words, she knew her ass was in trouble. Or, more accurately, her pussy was in trouble.

  “Now, keep walking,” John instructed.

  Again, John kept a good distance behind her. Periodically, he would press the button, sending a wave of pleasure through her. It was so intense, it turned her knees to rubber every time. This, combined with her high heels, was making it difficult for Ashley to walk. Realizing this, John turned up the intensity of the vibrator and let her have it.

  The sudden increase in intensity caught Ashley off-guard. She landed wrong with one of her heels, stumbled, then tripped face first. Her squeal drew even more eyes to her. As she fell, the back of her skirt flew up to rest on her lower back. So not only did several people see her humiliating fall, they were now looking at her splayed out on her stomach, her bare ass visible for all to see.

  She got up as quick as she could, brushed herself off, kept walking, and tried to hold her head up high and regain some dignity, but she quickly realized that was futile, given the way she was dressed.

  “Okay twinkletoes,” her husband said, mocking her. “Go into the bookstore up ahead.”

  She did as she was told and awaited further instructions.

  “Now get in line like you’re buying something. You’re not allowed to leave the line until I tell you to, no matter what.”

  “Yes, sir,” she thought to herself.

  She thought about the day’s events. “He’s trying to break me. But I won’t let him. I’ve come this far and I’m going to see it through to completion, no matter what, as instructed,” she thought proudly. “I’m going to save this marriage.”

  The vibrations inside her began again. A small moan escaped her lips.

  “God that feels fucking good,” she thought. The constant state of arousal she had been in all day was starting to overwhelm her. Another jolt coursed through her. It was the strongest one yet. She moaned louder this time. Loud enough for the people directly in line next to her to hear.

  “Oh, I need this to stop, or, or…” Ashley thought.

  But the vibrations didn’t stop. They only got longer...and more intense. Ashley was losing control. Arousal was clouding her mind and blocking her inhibitions. Another jolt.

  “Ohhhh Godddd,” Ashley said, loud enough for most of the store to hear her. People were starting to look at her with genuine concern.

  The vibrations kept coming. Ashley had never felt so good her entire life.

  “Oh my God. Oh my God. Oh fuck.”

  She was practically screaming at this point. Now everyone in the store was coming over to her, to see what was going on or to see if she needed help. Ashley knew she was past the point of no return. If she didn’t get to a bathroom, or at least somewhere secluded, soon… But she couldn’t. She wasn’t allowed. It was against the rules.

  Knowing what was about to happen and that she was powerless to stop it just increased her arousal even further. The crowd continued to gather.

  “Do you need help miss?” a woman asked.

  Ashley didn’t answer. The vibrations were non-stop now. Waves and waves of ecstasy were traveling from between her legs to every part of her body. A thick drop of her milky white cream had escaped its home and was running down her inner thigh. A few people in the crowd had noticed and were pointing it out to their companions, whispering.

  “Are you hurt?” a man asked.

  “Do you need an ambulance?” another woman asked.

  “No! No!” she kept insisting, but they wouldn’t go away.

  “Well then what’s wrong!?”

  It was over. All parts of her brain responsible for rational thought had been shut off. Her primal, animalistic instincts were in complete control.

  “Ohhhhhh. Ohhhhhhh. Ohhhhhhhh,” she moaned loudly without any shame or inhibition. She fell to her knees. She yanked her top down and her tits bounced free. The crowd gasped. Ashley squeezed and pulled on her nipples violently. “I’m...I’m….I’m gonna fucking CUM!”

  And before her spectators even had a chance to fully register what just happened, she pulled up the front of her skirt and bared her bald, dripping wet fuckhole to everyone watching. Beyond any sense of modesty or rational thought at this point, she just furiously rubbed her clit while screaming as loud as she could, “Ohhhhh God yes, I’m cumming! I’m cumming so fucking hard!”

  As the beginning of her orgasm coursed through her, she could feel her juices welling up between her legs and knew what was coming next. She opened her eyes, because she wanted to see it. The exhibitionist in her suddenly became a voyeur as well and she desperately wanted to watch the climax of the dirty slut show she was putting on.

  As she opened her eyes, the first thing she saw was the crowd of strangers in front of her. Men and women of all different races and ages. Many of them had their phones out in front of them, recording her. Some of their eyes were still wide with shock, some of their eyes were droopy and glazed over in pure lust as they watched this woman who was too beautiful to be acting like such a filthy whore. But one thing all their eyes had in common was that they were all staring directly up her gaping cunt.

  Then she saw something in the corner of her eye. She looked over to see that a man in the crowd had pulled his cock out and was jacking off in her face. She heard him moan, then felt his warm cum bathing her face and squirting into her mouth.

  That did it. Her sex juices were overflowing inside her and had nowhere left to go. In pure ecstasy, without any inhibitions, she began pissing her girl cum as hard as she could.

  Her audience was shocked before, but now they could barely comprehend what was happening. It was so overwhelmingly inappropriate, and, as much as some of them didn’t want to admit, so fucking hot.

  Ashley jizzed, and jizzed, and then she jizzed some more. She had never squirted so much in her life. The floor in front of her was drenched with her ejaculate. She was even squirting on the feet of a couple of the women directly in front of her, but they didn’t move, they just kept watching, unable to turn away.

  For some moments after she had finished, Ashley just kneeled there, while the crowd murmured around her. She was filled with an enormous sense of comfort. Her breathing started returning to normal.

  Then, suddenly, parts of her brain began turning back on again and reality came rushing back.

  “Jesus Christ! What the fuck am I doing?” she thought, filling with panic.

  “This can’t be real,” she thought, “Oh God, please let this be a nightmare.”

  She stood up suddenly and tried to cover herself as fast as she could.

  “Not so fast,” her husband told her in her ear. She saw him looking at her from outside the store. The sternness was gone from his expression, and he was
smiling. For the first time in what seemed like forever, Ashley saw the warm, loving face of the husband she knew.

  Her panic melted away as she knew her marriage was saved, and realized nothing else mattered.

  “You did great sweetie,” her husband told her. “I have just one last assignment for you.”

  Ashley wasn’t concerned about what it might be. If anything, the anticipation was getting her excited again.

  “You will strip completely. Right here, right now,” John commanded. “You will walk like that all the way back to the car. You are not allowed to run.”

  Ashley smiled.

  “Yes, sir,” she mouthed silently to her husband. And she began to strip.

  “You look beautiful,” John told her when she was completely nude. She blew a kiss to him. Then he left to go back to the car.

  At this point, the crowd inside the bookstore barely reacted to this new turn of events. They were mostly in a stunned silence, just waiting to see what would happen next.

  But when Ashley walked back out into the main part of the mall, the place turned into a circus. Everywhere she looked, people were shouting, laughing, pointing at her, taking pictures.

  “Oh my God!” a pretty young woman said, disgusted, as Ashley walked by. “How much of a fucking slut could you possibly be?”

  “I don’t know. Want to help me find out?” Ashley said cooly, and she made a “V” with two of her fingers, brought it up to her mouth, and began shoving her tongue in and out of it, in the universal gesture of pussy licking. The woman just looked even angrier and stormed off.

  A mall security guard came up to her and said sternly, “We’ve called the cops on you. Just thought you should know.”

  Ashley just kept walking. And smiling. Her face was still covered with the stranger’s cum. Her pussy was glistening with her own cum and other sex juices. Several droplets ran down her legs.

  A large crowd of people had formed behind her, following her, either trying to get more video or to see if she was going to do anything else, or just to leer. It kept growing and growing.

  Ashley felt like a goddess. A sex goddess. And she was leading her large group of followers to salvation.

  She reached the exit and flung the doors open. Her husband was waiting for her, with the car already pulled up to the curb. There were sirens in the distance. They both knew the sirens weren’t for them, as the police wouldn’t respond to a simple call of indecent exposure like that, but it still reminded them that a sense of urgency was probably prudent.

  “Alright sweetie, get in, quick! I give you permission to run now!” He was laughing.

  As she ran, she couldn’t help but laugh herself. Her hair was blowing wildly in the wind and the warm sun felt wonderful on her naked skin. She had never felt so free or so alive.

  She jumped into the passenger seat and they sped off. When they saw a police car pulling into the entrance of the mall far behind them, they both starting laughing again.

  Late that night, her husband came up to her as she was getting ready for bed.

  “Well, it’s official. Your 24 hours are up,” he said. “However, I think I’ve changed my mind.”

  For a brief moment, panic flooded Ashley as she wondered if he meant he was going to divorce her after all. But then he put the collar of her leash around her and yanked her towards him. His hand gripped the chain tightly.

  “I’ve decided I’m going to own you forever.”

  Her heart melted and her pussy tingled. She felt so happy. She didn’t want it any other way.

  “Yes, master,” she told him, and they began to kiss.