INDECENT EXPOSURE

INDECENT EXPOSURE When I was very1 3young I was into all things sexual, including exhibitionism. I was also a prostitute and my fetish was good advertising. I would sit on an elevated platform of padded milk crates atop my heavy nightstand directly in my bedroom windows. The corner of the room had two adjacent windows, perfect for exhibition. At night I'd pull the blinds all the way up and in the summer I would open the windows so only the screens separated me from the world and I'd dildo my blind ending vag and my ass. I cummed very hard knowing that people were watching. We had central air conditioning but there was no thermostat in my room so no harm done. One day I was naked in my room and I spotted Mr. Turner in his back yard. He was 40 something, married with a total spoiled bitch of a daughter and a whore wife who liked to drink. She kept herself in remarkable shape in spite of her alcoholism as evidenced by her occasional sunbathing on her pool deck in postage stamp bikinis. She advertised her wares too. I had no chance with her though. She would never fuck a girl my age and she considered me a freak punished by God or some nonsense. Mr. Turner was a different story. He was a man and men think with their dicks. I opened the window and the screen as well and stared at him until he looked at me. I turned my head just in time to avoid eye contact and fondled my tits, pulled on my nipples and did an undulating slutty snake dance. From the corner of my eye I watched him staring at me as I knew he had done when I put on my nightly shows. Enough with being coy. I turned and looked him straight in his eyes, still dancing and playing with my tits. Turner was just twenty feet away. He didn't break eye contact. “I don't fuck for free, lover.” Before he could stammer out an awkward reply I continued, “We'll work something out, sexy.” In truth he wasn't Brad Pitt but he wasn't bad looking either. “When?” he asked nervously. “Now?” I ventured “Come down right here.” “Okay.” I was downstairs, through the sliding doors and vaulted over his four foot tall fence before his better judgment could catch up to him. When he saw I was only wearing deck shoes and a powder blue bathrobe I thought he would faint. I didn't ask where the two bitches were. They weren't home and that was enough. Quickly into his ground floor game room and off with my shoes and robe. I sat in a recliner with my legs spread and the bottoms of my feet together, my toes pointed forward in what I knew was the archetypical Hindu symbol of the hermaphrodite. Powerful imagery. He looked me up and down. My mom hadn't made me get ”corrective” surgery testicles yet (not for a few more years) so my testicle looked like a large boil on top of my vulva, directly under my tiny penis. “I've never seen a real hermaphrodite” he said in awe. “And you never will either. This is a birth defect. Take your clothes off and lets fuck before we get caught.” After he stepped out of his pants I was on my knees sucking his cock. I guided him to the recliner and he sat with his shaved legs spread very femininely. Holy sh!t, I thought, his whole body is hairless. He was a cuckold, his wife got fucked by different men every day and night and the bitch had him sissified. Kinky m0therfucker but that was good. I decided to just get him off orally. I kissed, licked and sucked his balls, spat on his asshole and fingered him with my middle finger, rubbing his prostate as I worked his cock with my mouth and my other hand. His sphincter was very loose. Yep, his wife was fucking his ass. Precum oozed out freely and I expected him to cum but he lasted a few minutes longer. The salty precum tasted great and it was really turning me on. I let out all the stops, working only his cock head and of course his prostate. I moved my mouth in quick circles, pressing his glans hard with my tongue, I rocked my head up and down, nodding “yes” on every stroke until his balls lifted and tightened as he reached orgasm. I throated him briefly, gagged and then went nuts, violently pumping his cock in and out of my mouth until his meat pole started jumping and pumping his spunk into my mouth, making sure to get it all over my face, then I climbed up and gave him a sloppy cummy kiss and we both licked his juice off each others faces. “Now me,” I demanded, scooting up until my genitals were staring at his mouth. “Eat me. Be careful, my cunt is only two inches deep.” “I know,” he said. Of course he knew. The whole fucking town knew. He took my little cock in his mouth and worked two fingers expertly in my pussy. I could feel his fingertips flicking around inside me like two tentacles having spasms. I squeezed and pulled my nipples and felt the orgasm building. That familiar electric wave radiated out from my little catcher's mitt down my legs, up my trunk and when it met my my nipples that I was crazy squeezing my legs stiffened and the sexual charge exploded. I gasped loudly and honestly, no faking it. I was disappointed that I didn't gush any girl cum but tomorrow was always another day. He made me put on a pair of his d4ughtr's blue jeans and an oversized tee shirt before I left with my bathrobe and an unopened fifth of Johnny Walker in a shopping bag. He got off cheap that first time but I got my hooks into him for a lot more that summer when I wasn't 'working' at the gentleman's club.