Public Sins (Exhibitionism Erotica)

by Dalia Daudelin

  “Come back here, bitch!” Paul yells. I hear his loud footsteps as he bounds up the stairs towards me. I run into my bedroom but don’t have enough time to slam the door shut before he’s right in front of me again. He grabs both of my arms and pushes me toward the bed, throwing me down onto it.

  “Please,” I cry, tears streaming down my face. My lips are quivering and I’m holding back sobs. “Please stop this. I don’t-”

  “Shut up!” His hand comes down against my cheek hard, making me shriek in pain. My mouth hangs open in disbelief as I stare up at my neighbor, who has always seemed so calm and kind. “Tell me to stop again and I’ll hit you twice as hard. Do you understand, Jill?”

  I don’t say a word. I’m too shocked and terrified. I just nod my head, hoping that will be good enough for him. He’s too strong for me to fight off. I’ll have to just do what he tells me to do.

  “Look at you. You’ve been teasing me for too long. I saw you watching me with your fingers in your cunt. How could you do that and not want this? Do you put on a show for any man that comes around?”

  My cheeks sting with hot embarrassment. I just wanted some harmless fun, I never wanted things to escalate this far! I open my mouth to protest, but think better of it. I just look down, my eyes landing on Paul’s crotch. He’s fully and painfully erect, his cock pressing hard against his jeans. He uses his hand to adjust himself.

  “Don’t just stare at it. Come here.”

  I stand up, my eyes still lowered. I don’t want to fight back, but I don’t want it to seem like I’m enjoying this.

  “Take off your robe, Jill.”

  I hesitate for a second before pulling my robe down my shoulders. My breasts are exposed now. They still glisten with oil, my nipples hard from the cold air. Or maybe from excitement? Could my body betray me like that?

  “All the way off.”

  I let the cotton fabric fall to the floor, exposing the rest of my body. The sun is high in the sky now, so it must be nearly noon. The light makes my skin glisten. “Yeah, that oil looks good on you.” His hand brushes against his cock again. “Get on your knees.”

  I kneel down to one leg, and then both, looking up at Paul and seeing the animal-like emotion in his eyes. The wildness sends a shiver down my spine.

  “Does your husband know you do this, Jill?”

  I shake my head no.

  “Say it.”

  “No, Shane doesn’t know that I put on a show for you.”

  “Oh dear,” Paul says. “He has no idea how much of a dirty whore you are. If you don’t do everything I tell you, though, he’s going to find out.”

  My eyes widen and I look up at him. “No, please! I’ll do anything!”

  Paul chuckles. “I know you will. Open your mouth.”

  I wince, knowing what’s coming now. Opening my mouth, I watch Paul unzip his black jeans and pull out his prick. He’s larger than my husband, and it’s throbbing and red. “Look how hard your show made me, Jill. This is what happens when you tease a man. Now put it in your slutty mouth.”

  He steps closer to me, and I grab his cock. I steady it and slowly let it slide into my mouth, my saliva making it slippery. The skin of his dick is hot and soft. Paul keeps himself shaved, which is at least of some consolation as his appendage makes its way to my throat. I try to stop and pull back, but he uses his hand to push me back down so I swallow him. His balls bounce softly against my chin and my nose is firmly planted into his pelvis.

  “Ah,” he moans, his hips wiggling. I’m starting to choke, and I need to take a breath soon, but he’s not letting up. It’s not until I start coughing around his cock that he finally let’s me pull back and take a deep breath. As soon as I take in two deep gulps of air, though, he shoves me back down on his dick and we repeat that over and over again.

  Finally Paul lets me rest and catch my breath. “Stand up,” he says, and I do as I’m told. His hands immediately grab my breasts and squeeze them until they hurt. I wince and instinctively try to pull away, which only makes the pain worse.

  Paul then throws me back down onto the bed and spreads my legs open. “Don’t move. Don’t moan. Don’t tell me to stop.”

  His hand rubs against my slippery cunt. It’s still wet with oil. As his finger slips into my slit, it makes a lewd sound that makes me blush. He uses two fingers to spread my pussy lips and his other hand to rub my nub. It feels so good that I do actually want to moan. I can feel myself getting wet from his touch.

  Sudden pain knocks the air out of my chest. Paul just slapped my pussy! The pain is excruciating but… at the same time it feels really good. I try not to wiggle my hips or moan. Another slap makes that harder. The third is when I give in, gasping and moving my hips back and forth. My mind is a fog of lust.

  A slap on my thighs brings me back to reality. “What did I tell you, whore?”

  “I’m sorry,” I cry, trying to will the pain away. He slaps my other thigh just as hard and then stands up.

  “Keep your legs spread, and spread open your pussy. Let me see your cunt, slut.”

  I pull open my labia, exposing my clit and hole to the air. Watching Paul as he pumps his cock in front of me makes my whole body so hot. He stares at my cunt, his hand moving quickly up and down his big dick, until finally he’s ready. “Are you ready for me to fuck you?”

  I expected it, but no, I’m not ready. My heart beats faster now as I become hysterical again.

  “No, please don’t!” I cry, letting go of my labia and trying to get away. Paul is too fast for me though, and in and instant he’s on top of me, his hand holding me down against the bed by my throat. I can only barely breathe, my breaths raspy and loud. My eyes feel like they’re going to pop out of my head.

  He lets up slightly, so that I can breathe more easily, and presses his cock against my hole. Since I am so slick, he slides into me easily, but still he is much larger than I’m used to. I grunt under him, wincing in pain.

  The hand that isn’t strangling me is kneading my breasts. His cock sinks all the way into me and he holds it there as he pinches my nipple. I’m starting to get used to him being inside me, my body is adjusting to his size. As he pulls out, the ridge of his cock brushes against my g spot, sending waves of pleasure coursing through my body. My hands grip my bed sheets and my eyes roll up as I’m brought to orgasm with just one stroke of his cock.

  He pushes into me again, and then pulls back out. Any thought of resistance has gone right out the window. Right here, right now, I want this. I move my hips in time with his, trying to make this good for both of us. I find myself moaning with each of his thrusts.

  I feel myself nearing my second orgasm. Wrapping my legs around Paul’s waist, I use that to help me move in time with him. He alternates how hard he’s choking me, making sure I am able to breathe while still restricting my air enough to make the sex even more pleasurable.

  Soon I am a shuddering mess beneath him once again, my girly juices spilling out over his cock and legs and drenching my bed sheet. But he’s nowhere near done with me. He fucks me harder and faster for 10 more minutes. Once the glow of my second orgasm subsides, the sensations are almost too much for me.

  He pulls his cock out of me and looks down into my eyes. “Flip over and spread your ass cheeks.”

  I’m feeling so slutty, I do it happily. I slide down the bed until my feet touch the floor. Turning around, I lift my ass in the air and spread my cheeks. Being so open like this is turning me on so bad.

  When I feel him press against my asshole, though, I start having second thoughts. Not wanting to be punished, I try to relax and let him press the head of his cock into me. It takes a while, but slowly, inch by inch, the head of his cock finally pops into me. “There, the hard part’s done.”

  As Paul slowly sinks into me, I find myself wincing. It’s not really painful, just a weird sensation, my ass being used like this. As his balls finally slap against my pussy lips and he bottoms out on me, his hands grab my hips and he holds m
e still. I have only just adjusted to his size when he starts fucking me, his pace instantly fast. At first it’s painful, but then it starts to feel good. I didn’t know anal sex even could feel good for women, but oh my god! It feels amazing!

  I’m a yelping, moaning whore beneath my neighbor as he fucks my ass hard and fast, his hands pulling my hips onto him with manly power. Finally, I feel his cock twitch, and I know he’s going to blow his load in me. As the first stream of sperm hits my inner walls, I feel my pussy quiver and I have yet another orgasm that leaves my knees weak and makes my toes curl.

  Once Paul is done with me, he pulls out and pulls his pants back on. He doesn’t say a word, just leaves me laying with my face in the bed and my ass in the air. I stay that way until I’m finally able to compose myself.

  When I turn around, I notice his shadow in the window again. I feel my pussy tingle with excitement, but am shocked when I hear a car door slam in front of my house. I look at the clock. 5 PM. Shane is home.

  I rush to put on some clothes and brush my hair. I glance once at my Paul’s window again. The blinds are shut.

  Payback Time

  Cuck Revenge Against My Cheating Husband

  Dalia Daudelin

  My face hovers above the face of the man I married two years ago. My chest heaves with quick, sharp breaths. My hips move up and down, my legs straddling him. His cock, of average size but still capable of pleasing me, moves with me as I fuck him.

  “Oh, James,” I coo in his ear breathlessly. I look down into his beautiful blue eyes. I expect to see love or at least lust, but instead I find him bored. I always find him bored.

  I stop grinding on top of him, despite needing to cum. “James, what's wrong?” I feel tears welling up in my eyes no matter how much I try to stop it. He's been acting so odd, so aloof and disinterested. I don't want to believe my friends when they suggest that he's cheating on me. I can't believe it. We've been so in love since we got married, it wouldn't make sense for him to betray me!

  He rolls his eyes and sighs. There's a hint of alcohol on his breath. “I just had a tough day at work, babe. Maybe we should stop for now.” I allow him to help me off his body, pouting as he rolls over and turns off the lamp on his bedside table.

  I still want an orgasm, but I'm also a storm of emotions right now. I lay next to him on my side. One of my arms reaches under my pillow as I close my eyes, trying to fall asleep.

  An hour passes and still I find my mind racing with thoughts. I keep imagining him, James, the love of my life, lying with another woman. Some slut, one who's younger than me. Anger starts to grow within me.

  I have to find out the truth.

  The snores behind me tell me that James is fully asleep now. Gently and quietly, I slip out from under my covers, being sure not to wake him although he's a very deep sleeper. I open our bedroom door and stealthily tip toe down the hallway, heading toward his jacket where he keeps his keys and cell phone.

  He has been staying late at the office lately, I think to myself, my heart sinking at the thought. Maybe he really is cheating on me. Pulling the smart phone from his jacket pocket, I unlock it and look through the icons on the screen. Should I check the email or the texts first?

  Deciding on texts, I click the icon on scroll through about 30 texts from his boss talking about football or how hot his secretary is. What a pig. The next text, though, is from woman named Delilah. I glance behind my shoulder to be sure I'm not being watched as I click the texts by her and read what they say.

  Hey hottie! Had a gr8 time w/you. See you Saturday?

  Thinking of u ;)

  Im so horny, can u come over?

  As I read through each text, my anger only grows. How dare he cheat on me? How dare he fuck some slut behind my back and pretend it isn't happening? I close out of his texts and slide the phone back into the bastard's pocket, tears now streaming down my face.

  Collapsing onto the floor, I sit in a stupor as I allow myself to cry. What am I going to do? What can I do? Should I leave him, or...?

  And then a thought hits me. A wicked thought that no doubt stems from internet porn, something I admit to enjoying. If he's going to cheat on me, well, then I'm going to cheat on him... and make him watch. A sly grin crosses my face as I wipe my tears, my plan for revenge completely cheering me up. There are a lot of men I know from my work as a waitress who've been dying to get into my pants.

  I stand up and grab my phone off the kitchen table, flicking through my phone book as I stand there trying to hold back a giggle. I've always been a mean girl, but getting married calmed me down a bit. Going back to it felt damn good. I consider my options, wondering only one thing: which of these men has the biggest dick.

  There's Sawyer, a red neck who drinks too much but has rugged good looks. Sometimes I imagine being fucked in the ass by him, something James never does for me no matter how much I beg.

  Then there's Sam, a tall, muscular man with long brown hair and a face like a puppy dog. He probably has a bigger dick than Sawyer, but looking at the next name makes my heart jump.

  Michael. Big, black, and more muscular than necessary, the man scared me with the pure testosterone running through his veins. There was no doubt in my mind that his cock would be big enough to just destroy my cunt.

  I weigh the three options. All of these men are exceptionally hot, all of them want to fuck me, and honestly I want to fuck all of them.

  Oh, but of course, I muse. Why not just invite them all?

  My pussy tingling with excitement, I send a text to them asking them all to come over for a nice gang bang. And, to my great joy, they all agree wholeheartedly.

  I look at the clock, tapping my fingers on the table. I'm showered and prettied up, wearing my sluttiest bit of lingerie while I wait for my husband to get home. He hasn't texted me telling me he'd be late, so he better fucking not be.

  My three male guests are scheduled to arrive only a few minutes after James should be home. My heart is beating so hard I can hear it.

  There's a jingle of keys and a click as James unlocks the door and lets himself into our house. I stand up and go to greet him.

  “Hey, baby,” I say in my sexiest voice. I kiss him, rubbing my hand up and down his chest as I do so.

  “Hey. What's with the get up?”

  The comment stings, and my eyebrows furrow, but I remember that I'm about to get revenge for every shitty thing he's done to me and so I put on my best act. “I've been waiting for you all day. I'm so horny, honey. Come to bed with me.” I pull him by his tie to the bedroom, trying my best to ignore how annoyed he looks.

  “Kate, I have work to-”

  The front door opens, and James turns his head to see who it is. “What the fuck?” My three guests find their way into the bedroom. Michael looks to me and, seeing me nod, takes a step towards James before pulling out the rope I told him to bring.

  Helping the three men wrestle my struggling husband to the bed and forcing him to lay face down, Michael ties my husband's hands behind him and then ties his feet. Turning him over, the large black man throws him higher up onto the bed before gagging him with a scarf.

  I take James's screams to be questions, and so I finally let my angry smile show. “You fucking bastard,” I say, shaking with anger. “Did you think I wouldn't find out that you were cheating on me?” I watch him as it hits him why this is happening. The fear in his eyes just pisses me off more. “You cheated on me behind my back. I'm going to do you the favor of cheating on your right in front of you... with all three of these men.”

  More shouts come from my bound husband, bringing my anger to a peak. I can't help myself. I spit in that adulterous bastard's face, before turning to the three men who will be helping me punish him.

  They look eager, each of them rubbing their hard cocks through their blue denim jeans. Sam steps up to me first, the tall man being the gentlest of the three. He grabs me passionately and starts kissing my neck, sending a shiver running through my body and get
ting the juices flowing in my panties.

  One of his soft hands slips up my thighs, pressing into my slit through my silk panties. James screams through his gag which only makes the other two men laugh while Sam moves up from my cunt and begins to fondle my breasts.

  Helping me out of my top, he takes each breast in his hands and sucks on them, making sure to give each one equal attention. His tender lust admittedly is not what I expected, but I do appreciate it until I see Michael is getting impatient.

  I pull back from Sam and get on my knees. “I want Michael in my mouth, but I'll jack you two off too.” I kneel, waiting for the men while they strip off their pants as fast as humanly possible. The three cocks are all way larger than my husband's.

  Knowing that I'm about to be stretched like I never have been before has me giggling nervously as the horny men get close to me. My hands slip over the 8 inch dicks of Sam and Sawyer, and I eye the monstrous 10 inches that Michael is pumping in front of my face.

  I immediately start jacking off the two other men, but I'm nervous about taking that huge thing in my mouth. “Open up, whore,” Michael commands. I look up into his deep brown eyes and, seeing the animal-like lust in them, decide to do as he says. My mouth opens, a bit of saliva falling onto my bottom lip. Stepping forward, his meat is now within an inch of my mouth.

  Stretching my jaw to its limit, I continue moving my hands in a flurry, stimulating the two other men as Michael's huge dick penetrates my mouth. Unexpectedly, however, Michael grabs the back of my head and slams me down on his cock, cutting off all air. I flail around, dropping the cocks in favor of trying to push Michael off of me. As I get dangerously close to passing out, Michael finally lets go and allows me to take in a few deep breaths of air. I look over at my tied up and gagged husband, crying and angry at his wife being such a whore, before turning back and gladly sucking of that big black dick again.