He Likes To Expose Me - S01 E91

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He Likes To Expose Me - S01 E91

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 91

A couple of people walked through but I just ignored them and kept reading, only stopping whenever I got zapped. I’d just got to the part where Amy describes how she exposed herself at a waterpark in Torremolinos when Carrie re-appeared. She sat opposite me, immediately spreading her legs and frigging herself.

I thought that my pussy demanded a lot of me, but that girl is insatiable. I wondered if she had a brother and if she was fucking him.

“Oh, that was good,” Carrie said, “I’m still tingling now. You really are going to enjoy yourself tomorrow, but you’d better take that thing out before you go; you don’t want anything in the way of his fingers.”

Bloody hell, it sounds like Manuel is like that neck ache masseur. I made a mental note to check with Ryan before booking a session.

A little while later a man came out of the changing room and went into the sauna. When the door shut Carrie said,

“You ready to tease another poor sod?”

“Hang on a minute.”

I got up and went and put the tablet in my locker and went back. Carrie was stood there tweaking her nipples.

“Got to make them look their best for the man.” She said.

Why did I go and do the same thing as we walked in. I also pulled on the chains to make sure that they were stretched as far as they would.

The man was sat at one end of the bench. He had one leg up and his soft cock was resting on his leg. Carrie climbed up onto the top bench and sat like she always does – pussy spread wide.

“Lay down on that bench Tanya.” Carrie said, pointing to the bench that the man was sat on.

She could only mean with my head near her foot and my feet not far from the man. I sat on the bench, twisted round and lay back; making sure that I kept my legs together.

“You really will enjoy your session with Manuel,” Carrie said, “his hands are magic; and he’s got one of those wand things; he’ll keep you high for ages; just like being on a treadmill.”

“No Carrie.”

But it was too late. I started to cum and a second later the vibe zapped me, a long one.

I started moaning and saying,

“Treadmill, treadmill, treadmill.”

I felt my legs open and my butt rise up. My hands went to my little tits and squeezed my nipples.

It was strong one and my back arched and my legs drifted apart. The poor man must have had a great view of my pussy as it tried to suck in a cock that wasn’t there.

When I calmed down I felt something gooey on my feet. I looked towards my feet and confirmed that the man had shot his load and some of it had landed on my feet. I looked at the man; He was making a bad job of hiding his cock behind his hands. After a couple of minutes he got up and left.

“Another success.” Corrie said.

“So how many men have you watch shoot their loads in here then Carrie?”

“Absolutely no idea; I stopped counting months ago; but I still love watching every one. Some of them have amazing looks on their faces, especially if they hold out until they see me cum. They really do like watching you cum.”

“I do wish that you wouldn’t make me cum Carrie; it’s so embarrassing and I don’t like it.”

“Of course you like it. I can tell by the look on your face, you love every second of it. You’re just too shy to admit it. Me making you cum is your secret, hidden desire and I’m making it come true for you.”

I thought about for a minute and realised that maybe she was right; then thought, no, definitely not. If she was right it would mean that I am an exhibitionist, maybe even a closet exhibitionist. But I’m definitely NOT one of those.

Thankfully my thoughts were cut short when Carrie said,

“I really do love that tread wotsit word. How did you get like that again?”

I explained, again, how Ryan had ‘trained’ me to associate that word with an orgasm and eventually hearing that word started triggering one.

I asked her if she was going to try to do the same to herself, then begged her not to use the same word as I did.

“What, you mean you don’t want me to use the word treadmill.”

“Noooooo.”

Carrie moved to the other end of the bench so that she could get a closer look at my pussy as I orgasmed again. Just as I started to calm down I got zapped again. Fortunately I managed to not cum again.

“I wonder if my pussy does that sucking thing that yours does when you cum.” Carrie asked.

“Let me know when you’re cumming again and I’ll have a closer look.” I said.

I know what we’ll do. Let’s have a shower then we’ll go and have a look round that holiday home sales exhibition that going on here.

“I’ll have to go back to my room to get some clothes first.” I said.

“No you won’t. We can go like you are.”

“But I’m naked Carrie.”

“So am I. It’ll be alright. We can tease some of the old fuddy, duddy men.”

“They might complain to the hotel management and I might get thrown out.”

“No you won’t. I won’t let them.” Carrie replied.

I then remembered that Carrie’s father owned the hotel. I must be great to be able to do whatever you want knowing that you can never get into trouble.

“I don’t know Carrie, I won’t feel comfortable.”

“But you will feel excited and turned-on.”

“Well yes, but ………..”

“No buts; were doing this. Come on, get in that shower.”

Suitably showered and dried Carrie led me through the men’s (yes, men’s) changing room and out into the leisure centre’s reception. The girl there smiled at us as we walked out towards the lifts.

There must have been about 50 people there in that big room as Carrie and I walked in, both of us totally naked. A few stopped what they were doing and stared at us. Carrie kept walking as if she owned the place and it was something that she did every day. Oh, wait, she does, and it is probably something that she does every day.

Not me though, and I felt embarrassed. I wanted to cover my bits and I wished that I wasn’t wearing my barbells and chains.

Carrie walked right up to a stall that had lots of big photographs of lovely villas set in glorious, sunny locations.

I meekly followed her.

Carrie pointed at one photo and said,

“So how much is that one, and where is it?”

The poor elderly salesman got all flustered and I started to relax.

Slowly the poor salesman got his act together and went into his sales pitch. I looked all round. There were still people staring at us, but not as many. I saw one woman thump her partner. I smiled and sympathised with the man. It must be terrible to be married to a miserable puritan who thinks that people should never get naked.

Another elderly couple came to the same stall as us and the woman started looked at brochures. The man couldn’t take his eyes off Carrie and me. After a while the woman turned to the man and said,

“Leave them alone Henry; if we move to one of these places you’ll have to get used to seeing lots of girls dressed like that. They’ll be all over the place.”

“You mean WHEN we move; I’m suddenly getting a lot more interested Betty,” the man said.

All the time Carrie was asking the man question. What’s more, they seemed to be sensible questions. I wondered if her family owned one.

Satisfied with that the man told her we moved on to another stall. It too had big photos of villas. Just as Carrie started with all the same questions I got zapped.

I struggled to stay quiet but I did start shaking. Carrie saw me and realised what was happening. She moved to my side and put her arm around me.

“Sorry about my friend here, she’s having an orgasm; please continue.”

The word orgasm attracted a bit more attention to us and I saw one woman turning her nose up and walking off. The man who’d been trying to sell Carrie a villa looked a bit flustered but he managed to continue as I slowly returned to normal.

“Ha!” I thought; “was I really starting to think that it was ‘normal’ to walk around a big hotel naked apart from barbells and chains; and having the odd orgasm here and there? What’s happening to me?”

After the man realised that there was no way that Carrie was seriously interested. Carrie grabbed my arm and we walked round the rest of the exhibition then out of that room.

“Well that was okay, but wait until tomorrow’ there’s a Sales Seminar in there. That means lots of young men. We’ll have a great time,” said Carrie.

I wasn’t so sure. I was tired and I told Carrie that I couldn’t take cumming so often much more and that I’d have to have an early night. We parted and I went back to the leisure centre to collect my tablet before going up to my room.

When I was in the ladies changing room I saw the girl from reception. She’d taken her clothes off and was just getting into the shower. I guessed that it was a perk of the job.

As soon as I got to my room I skyped Ryan; I was feeling horny and I wanted skype sex with him.

He told me to keep the vibe in and start playing with myself; he wanted to see my reaction if I got zapped. Meanwhile Ryan started wanking while I watched. When we’d both cum Ryan told me that he’d enjoyed watching my workout then he asked who the girl was that I’d been talking to on the sun lounger. He told me that he’s seen her making herself cum.

“OMG! Did I forget to shutdown skype?”

“Yes you did, but I’m not complaining. Oh, and can you take the tablet to your massage session please TT. I want to watch you getting off with that massage man.”

“I’m not going to let him fuck me; well not with his cock.”

“Yeah, that Carrie says that he’s good with his fingers.”

“You heard that as well then.”

“Don’t forget to charge the tablet. I don’t want the battery going flat while you’re screaming in ecstasy.”

“Good night lover.”

I shut the tablet down then realised that I was feeling hungry so I phoned room service and ordered a sandwich. I planned to put my robe on to answer the door but it took so long that I fell asleep, on my back on the bed.

The next thing that I knew was that I was hearing a clicking sound. As I started to wake-up I realised that someone was in the room. I didn’t want to panic so I opened my eyes a little to see who it was.

It was a waiter, presumably the one who was bringing my sandwich, and he was taking photos of me with his phone. If I ‘woke up’ I knew that I’d get all embarrassed and there could be an ugly confrontation. If I pretended to still be asleep I could pretend that the whole thing wasn’t happening.

I close the latter and just lay there with my eyes shut.

The camera kept clicking.

For some weird reason I slowly moved my right hand to my pussy while opening my legs even wider.

I started rubbing my clit; then moaning.

Then I got zapped. I definitely wasn’t expecting it and I gasped quite loudly and opened my eyes wide. Then I heard the door shut.

I slowly opened my eyes and saw that I was alone.

Had I dreamt it? I lay there wondering if I had; then I looked over to the table and saw a plate of sandwiches. I hadn’t dreamt it. I guess that the guy had knocked and not got an answer so he’d let himself in and seen me. The cheeky sod had then taken some photos of me while I was asleep. My stirring and rubbing my clit must have scared him off.

I ate the sandwiches, cleaned my teeth, looked out of the window to see if there were any Mr’ Pervs out there – 2 possible ones, squeezed the vibe out; then went and lay on the bed thinking that I must try to work out the heating in the room.

I was asleep within seconds.