Micro Monday
I’m his Slutty Window Display
My husband instructs me to pleasure him at the window of our hotel
Looking at the buildings opposite, I know my nakedness could be seen by anyone. My husband ties my arms behind my back. I wonder briefly where he got the rope then remember my coat’s fabric belt.
He stands behind me to pinch my nipples painfully. When he twists and pulls, my knees nearly buckle from the lightning bolt sensations which hit my clit.
“We’re only 2 floors up,” his breath is on my neck, his naked chest presses against my bare back. “People could see you clearly. On display, showing how greedy you are for cock and more.”
I groan aloud. Humiliation taps into a fantasy of mine, as does being exhibited.
One spank to my hard nipple and a starburst of hot sensation flares out. I groan again — a matching blow lands on my other breast.
“What a mess you’re making,”
He tips my head forward to see the lines of liquid dripping from my pussy. He scoops some up to feed me. I lick eagerly at his fingers, aiming to suck them into my mouth. He chuckles.
“Let me give you a real mouthful; our neighbours can enjoy the show.”
I hear his belt buckle jingle and the susurration of a zip. Holding me firmly by the hips, his cock presses against my pussy from behind. My lips split around him, sucking his girth into my hot depths. He thrusts deep, to the hilt, then agonizingly slowly withdraws. I’m turned ninety degrees then he steps in front, so we’re sideways on to the large window.
“Kneel girl. Suck me off.”
I’m eager to please.
Taking him in my mouth, the tang of my pussy mixed with precum. I sink down his shaft as far as I can then press my lips around him, sucking tightly on my return journey. When the head of his penis rests on my lips, I lave the sensitive frenulum before widening my mouth to swallow his length once more.
After several slow teases he grabs my hair impatiently and sets his own pace, fucking my face so my eyes water and my mouth drools.
Luckily he’s tied my hands, because I want to touch myself so badly. Juices run out of me, slick and slippery on my stockinged feet, and I begin grinding my pussy on the heel of one foot.
It’s glorious! My throat is filled with my man’s tumescent member.
He’s fucking my face for anyone to see, and I hope they do. In my desperation to climax, I frenziedly rub my cunt against my heel.
He drags on my hair, forcing me to let his cock slip from my mouth.
“What’s this?” he growls. “Have you forgotten the rules?”
“No sir.”
I’m ashamed and excited in equal measure. Being caught means being punished, and I like being punished.
“What is the first rule?”
“All my orgasms belong to you.”
This is an excerpt from my longer story “I ❤ Paris” which you can find in Kate Pasithea’s erotic anthology “The Gift” — 13 short original stories of sexual discovery, each requiring a leap of faith.
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