Public Sins (Exhibitionism Erotica)

by Dalia Daudelin

  On my own, I grab his cock and swirl my tongue around the ridge of his cock head. This makes him groan and sigh before he presses my head back down and making me deep throat him again. After a while I get used to this pattern, holding my breath as long as I can and then pulling up. He speeds up, his eyes rolling back into his head as he groans. He humps his hips up toward my face, fucking my mouth as if it were a pussy. The lewdness of this is making me so horny that I have to squeeze my thighs together, which sends a shock of pleasure through my body.

  After a while, I begin to wonder if he's going to cum in my mouth, but as soon as he gets too lose, he pushes me away. “Stand back up, Sophia.”

  I do. I'm just as invested in this now as he is. I'm actually excited to see where this will go next.

  “From now on, when I tell you to do something, you will say 'Yes, sir,' is that understood?”

  I nod. He's turning into a real Dom here! “Yes, sir.”

  “Every day that you are here and do everything I tell you without error, I will give you a 50 cent raise.”

  I nod again, squeezing my thighs once more and holding back a moan. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good. Now turn around and lift up your ass, you fucking slut.”

  The harsh language turns me on, making my stomach jump with excitement. This makes me hesitate, but before he can reprimand me, I turn around and say once more, “Yes, sir.”

  I arch my back and lift my ass in the air. Being this exposed feels so naughty, so wrong. He touches me again, his fingers slipping up and down my wet vulva before pressing against my stiff clitoris. Mr. Rodin moves his fingers in a circle against my sensitive button, making me wiggle and gasp. I can't help but moan in response.

  Mr. Rodin steps up closer to me and slaps his cock against my pussy a few times, the meaty instrument hitting my slit. I'm so eager to have him in me that I'm actually shaking, and almost ready to beg him when he finally presses his cock against my opening. My fingers and toes curl at the size of him.

  The pressure is almost too much, but before too long his cock head pops inside of me and slowly sinks in. I slowly breathe out as he fills me. Oh god that feels good.

  He bottoms out on me, only his balls out of me now. His cock rests gently against my cervix until he pulls out slowly. His cock thrusts back in, his hands holding my hips. His strong hands, guiding me so that I move in time with him. Moving slowly at first, the feeling is luxurious. My tits swing below me, and my eyes flutter with each gasp.

  Reaching under me, he grabs my tits. His thrusts go fast and shallow as he pinches my nipples, making them hard. I can feel everything inside me start to tighten, and tingle. My body is taking control now, my orgasm unavoidable.

  My juices droll down his cock. I bite my lip and let out a muffled moan as his cock continues to pleasure me, fucking me faster and harder now as he races towards his own orgasm. I feel like I'm exploding, my pussy is twitching and my nipples are tingling. “Oh god!” I cry as my knees shake beneath me.

  And then he cums, his hot stream of semen hitting my walls and sending me instantly into another orgasm. My hips instinctively buck back into him as he shoots 5 or 6 strings of cum deep into me.

  He grunts with his last bit of cum and pulls out. “Get on the floor and clean me up,” he commands.

  “Yes, sir.” I turn around and fall to the floor, still horny but slavishly licking and sucking my own juices off of his prick. I lick his balls and his thighs before he pulls away and pulls his boxers and pants back up.

  “I think that will do for today, Sophia. I'll see you tomorrow.”

  I watch with my mouth open and my pussy still dripping as Mr. Rodin strolls out of the room. I don't move until I hear him walk up the stairs and turn on the shower in the master bathroom.

  Spanked in the Lap of Luxury 2

  Punished by Her Sadistic Billionaire

  Dalia Daudelin

  “Yeah, Mr. Rodin, you probably don't want me throwing up all over your house. I'm sorry again. I'll try to come in tomorrow.” As I hang up the phone, I let out a half hearted cough and wince at the awkwardness. He sounded disappointed. Not as angry as I expected, and definitely not as angry as he sounded yesterday. Still, I know my not showing up must be annoying.

  I flip on the TV and recline back in my big chair. I feel bad for lying to him, but after what happened... I just can't help but feel scared to see Mr. Rodin again after being spanked and fucked by him. The idea of going to work actually scares me. Not because I didn't enjoy it, but because I enjoyed it too much.

  The sex was great. Absolutely amazing, the best I've ever had. Then again, I rarely have sex because I'm always so busy cleaning Mr. Rodin's mansion, but he seriously is like a sex deity.

  Maybe it was the spanking that upset me, but if I'm being really honest, I'll admit that I liked that too. More than I am actually willing to admit. Taking time off of work will definitely get me another punishment, though, and maybe one more severe.

  My stomach twisting in knots, I resolve to go to work tomorrow. And then that resolve falters again. Oh well, I'll decide later.

  At noon, I get up to run some errands. I sell the things that I stole from Mr. Rodin. He never took them back, and I really do need the money, so I may as well sell them. I pick up the gaming system my sister wanted, as well as enough groceries to last me a couple of weeks. After running to the bank, it's already getting dark. I head home after picking up some fast food for dinner, which I eat in front of the computer before going to bed.

  It takes forever for me to fall asleep. My room is too warm, and my neighbor's dog keeps barking. I sigh and turn over, closing my eyes. My imagination starts to run wild.

  I imagine myself walking into a dark room, which seems to only be made of cement. I turn around, but the door I just walked through no longer exists. When I face the other wall, I suddenly see a man's silhouette.

  He's tall, svelte, and has a sort of 1950's look to him even though I can't make out any of his features.

  “Who are you?” I ask. My voice seems strange to me, a bit deeper than normal. I bring my hand up to my throat and massage it lightly. That's when I notice I'm actually naked.

  “You know who I am.”

  My head cocks to the side. I take a step forward, red high heels clacking against the cement as I move closer to the dark man. I can smell his cologne now as it wafts in the wind. Just a hint of manliness that tickles my nose.

  I hold out my arms as I close the distance between myself and the mysterious man. Once I touch the fabric of his close, I pull him into a passionate embrace.

  His face slowly comes into the light as he lowers it to kiss me. Right before our lips touch, it becomes clear that the man is Mr. Rodin.

  My heart jumps, but my body continues pulling him closer to me. My lips press against his, his warm arms bringing me closer to him. His hands rest in the small of my back. I part my lips and let his tongue enter my mouth, my own tangling with it in a passionate dance. He groans and pulls me so close that my bare breasts press against him.

  Being so near to him feels good. It feels right. Even though I'm a little bit scared, I don't want to leave his arms nor do I want our lips to part. I wrap my own arms around his neck, standing on my tip toes to better match his height. I breathe in his scent as we continue to kiss.

  So suddenly that it knocks the air out of me, I am up against a wall. Mr. Rodin is holding my hands above me as he kisses me hard. He lets go of my wrists and presses his hands against my breasts, but I still cannot move my arms. An invisible force is holding them above my head as his warm lips press against my neck. Gently at first, he kisses my skin. Goosebumps raise on my flesh.

  His teeth sink into my neck, sending a thrill through me. He doesn't break the skin, though, he bites just hard enough. He bites again, and it feels just as good.

  His lips flutter down my bare chest, kisses the mole above my right breast before moving to my nipple. He swirls his hot tongue around it, causing the nipple to rais
e. His teeth scrape against my hard nub, sending a shock of pain and pleasure through me. I moan and arch my back, which forces more of my breast into Mr. Rodin's mouth. A finger presses up into my slit as he bites my nipple hard and then sucks it gently.

  His soft finger slides up and down my vulva, not yet penetrating the slit. My bare pussy tingles as his whole palm presses against my mound. My juices are flowing, and I am so wet that my dew is starting to drip down my leg. Mr. Rodin's finger presses into my slit and against my clitoris, on the right side where I am most sensitive.

  The pressure makes me shudder beneath him. He nipples on my nipple as he gives my clit long, gentle strokes and then short, more forceful strokes. He moves his finger in a circle against my clitoris, going faster now. My breathing is heavy and my head is a bit light.

  “Don't stop,” I pant, the words sounding dull and muted. I look up to the dark gray ceiling, enjoying his hands and mouth on me. He bites my nipple harder now, making me cry out and arch my back even further.

  Suddenly, he whips his cock out and penetrates me so quickly all I can do is gasp. But god, it feels so good. He's so thick and long, my whole pussy feels deliciously full around him. He pushes himself all the way into me, wiggling his hips so that his pubic hair brushes against my clitoris. It feels so good, my whole body feels warm and light. I clench my hands above me and bite my lip softly. “Mmf,” I moan.

  He pulls out almost all the way before spearing me again. “Ah!” I shout, feeling my breasts jiggle from the force of his thrust. An orgasm is building inside of me now, like glowing energy, expanding until it's about to burst. I moan as Mr. Rodin gives his final thrusts into me before shooting his sperm deep within me. As our sweaty bodies meet again, my orgasm rushes through me.

  Face down in my bed, my eyes flutter open. One of my hands is underneath me, in my panties and pressed hard against my clit. It's soaked with my juices, my pussy raw from my nocturnal masturbation. My body feels so relaxed from my orgasm, though. I flip over to the cool side of my queen sized bed, kicking my sheets off of me until my body cools down.

  I bring my arm up, resting my wrist on my forehead. What the hell was that? Do I really feel that passionately about Mr. Rodin? I sigh, rolling my eyes. I guess this means I have to go back to work tomorrow and see how I really feel about my boss. It's not going to do me any good to have these fantasies about him while I avoid him.

  8 AM and I'm already nervous. I need to leave in a few minutes to walk to Mr. Rodin's mansion and start cleaning. My hair is dried, shining while tied up in a bun. The scent of my mint and rosemary shampoo is just barely noticeable. I have a thin line of black eyeliner on, and a light brush of black mascara. Otherwise, my face is fresh. The nervousness gives my cheeks a natural pink glow.

  From the back of my closet, I pull out my favorite little black dress. It buttons up from the front, and shorter than what I would normally wear while cleaning. Considering the situation, though, I think it'll do just fine at what I need it to do. Which is, of course, to seduce Mr. Rodin. Even though he made it seem like I'd have to do what he says anyway, I don't want to leave anything up to chance.

  The last bit of my outfit is a pair of kitten heels. There's no way I could clean the whole mansion in anything higher than this, but flats don't really scream sex, do they? I slip the cute shoes on and assess myself in my full length mirror. Even with my apron on, my legs look sexy and smooth with the oil I put on them. You can just barely make out the shape of my breasts and waist. Yes, this will do.

  I stop for a moment, suddenly unsure of what I'm getting myself into. The last time I was with Mr. Rodin, he spanked me until I cried and used me sexually. So why am I so turned on by him? Why am I dreaming about him. I know I actually enjoyed it in the end, but do I really want to be treated like that again?

  Maybe I'm a submissive. Maybe I'm only this way with this one man. Either way, the only way to find out is to see him again.

  The mansion isn't really dirty. It never is, so I have no idea why Mr. Rodin needs me here every day. He barely has anyone over, and he spends most of his time in this library, which is of course where most of the mess is. Checking the grandfather clock in the corner, I see that it's 11 AM. I'm almost done with this room, but Mr. Rodin hasn't checked in on me once. Maybe he doesn't know I'm here, and suspects that I'll call off again?

  Tidying up the stacks of magazines on his computer desk, my eye is caught by a pile of papers. On top is a photograph of a beautiful woman, her teeth are straight and her blonde hair looks natural. I look around to make sure I'm not being watched, totally forgetting that Mr. Rodin installed security cameras. “Should I...?” I trail off. The woman in the photo is so beautiful. It's clear that she's a model, or at least she should be. The photo itself is a head shot.

  Curiosity gets the best of me, and I pick up the photo and set it to the side, picking up the paper beneath it.

  Dear Mr. Rodin,

  I am writing to express my interest in the position you advertised online for a live-in maid. Attached is my resume for your consideration.

  I can't read anymore. My heart is pounding, and I am suddenly overwhelmed with nausea. He's looking for someone to replace me already? Someone to live here and replace me?!

  Tears sting at my eyes. My hand presses against my aching chest as I put the photo back on top of the pile of papers, hating how beautiful the woman is.

  “You came into work today.”

  In the doorway stands Mr. Rodin. He's in a business shirt, blue, and black slacks. His black hair is a bit messy and wet. He must have just gotten out of the shower.

  My cheeks burn, and I know they're bright red. Him catching me as I almost start to cry only makes my humiliation more painful. His shoulder presses against the wall as he watches me, his eyes not giving away any emotion.

  “Yes, I did,” I say, straightening my back and trying to appear strong. “I'm sorry for being sick for so long.”

  He moved near me, his steps quiet and his motions fluid. Pushing me up against the wall by my shoulders, an electric shock strikes my stomach. I can't breathe with his face so close to mine. I just look up into his eyes, which seem to have a storm growing in them. My mouth is slightly open. My head is light from the lack of oxygen.

  “Don't lie to me, Sophia. I've known you long enough, and I'm not stupid.” His voice is a low growl, a whisper into my ears. His mouth droops down, but he remains as handsome as always.

  “I'm so sorry...” I choke out, trying my best not to cry.

  “Turn around, right now.” He lets go of me, and I immediately turn around to face the wall. I bend over, my arms pushing against the wall and holding me up. I know exactly what's coming. Still, a silence looms over me.

  “Aren't you forgetting something?”

  I think for a second. What am I forgetting? My heart races as I start to panic, but then it suddenly hits me. “Yes, sir!”

  Up comes my dress, down come my panties, and I thrust my ass into the air. My pussy tingles with anticipation. WHACK! The first strike of his palm against my flesh barely stings. WHACK! The second hurts much more. WHACK! The third sends big gobs of tears streaming down my cheeks.

  Seven more times, Mr. Rodin slaps my ass. Tears run down my face, and yet my pussy is still dripping. Once the tenth slap is done and the stinging starts to fade, Mr. Rodin glabs my arm and pulls me toward the door. I don't ask him where he's leading me, and I struggle to keep up with him while my panties are around my ankles. I kick them off before we reach the stairs, which he climb and then enter his bedroom.

  Full force, he throws me against the bed. I hit the soft mattress and watch with curiosity as Mr. Rodin tries to catch his breath. He looks almost like an animal, all anger and lust at once, mixing and boiling just beneath the surface. Feeling naughty, I spread my legs and jut out my chest, presenting my body to him.

  “Oh, so you want this now? You want me now?” He asks, turning away from me and opening the mahogany drawer that stands against the E
astern wall. His shirt clings to his slightly sweaty back as he pushes his hair back and out of his eyes.

  I nod, even though he can't see me. “Yes, sir.”

  “Why?”

  The question is asked tenderly. The tone in his voice catches me off guard. My eyebrows raise. Why is his voice so strained, so emotional all of a sudden? “Well,” I start, choosing my words carefully. “I'm not sure. I just know that I can't stop thinking about you.” I pause, looking down and feeling ashamed. “I'm even dreaming about being with you.”

  Mr. Rodin turns to face me. There's a thin rope in his hand now.

  “Move up to the headboard and put your arms above your head.”

  “Yes, sir,” I say, scooting up the bed and laying with my arms wide above me. He ties the rope around my right wrist, then my left wrist. The other end of the rope is tied to one of the wooden pillars on the headboard, with just enough rope left over for me to move about a foot if I need to.

  Once I'm tied up, he goes back to the drawer. He looks into it for a long time, considering what to pull out. Finally deciding, he pulls out two clamps and a blue feather.

  Setting the feather down next to me, he unbuttons my dress and pushes the fabric out of his way, revealing my bra. He immediately pushes it down, dipping his head to suck my nipple into his mouth. He swirls his tongue around it, making it hard. “Don't complain about what I'm going to do, or I'll make it worse for you.”

  “Yes, sir.” My heart begins to beat faster.

  He takes one of the clamps and opens it, closing it around my nipple. I suck in some air through my teeth and grunt, but I don't move and I don't complain. He plays with my right nipple before clamping it as well.

  Picking up the feather, he lightly touches it to my side. Up and down, from my ribs to my hip, he tickles me with it. At first the sensation feels kind of good, but then the tickling becomes almost unbearable. I wiggle and move beneath him, giggling and biting my lip. The feather moves to the front of my stomach, circling around my navel before moving down.