He Likes To Expose Me - S01 E98

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He Likes To Expose Me - S01 E98

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 98

As the dildo fucked me I looked all around hoping not to see anyone. Fortunately there was no one around. I tried to pedal faster but it was too much for me. I’d found the speed that was the most that my pussy could cope with.

We went through a wooded area and as we emerged there was a group of young people walking towards us.

“Ryan!” I shouted, “my skirt.”

But Ryan ignored me. My face was scarlet and I was about to cum again as the group parted to let me through.

“Fucking hell!”

“What the….”

“Slut!”

“Did….”

Those were just the comments that I could make out. I daren’t look back at them but Ryan later told me that every one of them had stopped and were staring at me as we disappeared into the distance. At least they couldn’t actually see my pussy or my face.

Anyway, I was too busy cumming and trying to stay on the bike.

Eventually we made it back to the car park, but I had to ride bottomless right to the car. As soon as I got there I slowly got off the bike and lay it down on the ground. I squat down and waited for Ryan to open the car door. Way too many people had already seen me bottomless.

Ryan didn’t give me my skirt back until he parked the car at home.

Another time that we were both out cycling through built-up areas with Ryan following me; I noticed quite a few people looking at me. More than usual and some of them were pointing at me and had looks of shock on their faces. Okay, my skirt was up round my waist at the front but we weren’t going fast enough for the back of my skirt to be floating up.

When we finally stopped I saw why people were looking at me differently. The cover below the saddle had disappeared and people were seeing the dildo go up and down. They all knew that I was fucking myself in public.

It is one thing for me to be getting the pleasure from the dildo fucking me as I ride along in the fresh air, but it’s so embarrassing knowing that people can see the dildo fucking me.

I was so mad when Ryan held up the cover and said that it dropped off just after we’d left home. I had a right go at Ryan for not telling me, and for not stopping me to put the cover back on. All he would say was,

“You were obviously enjoying yourself, and I thought that you must have known the cover fell off. I assumed that you’d finally admitted to yourself that you are an exhibitionist.”

“NO I’M NOT AN EXHIBITIONIST!” I shouted at him, not caring who could hear me and I got back on my bike and rode home as quickly as I could. I was so mad that I didn’t care what people saw.”

We did have a good fuck just as soon as we got through the door at home.

Kegel Exercises

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What with the great, fun exercise on my bike, the dildo stuck to the stool in the kitchen and Ryan’s cock; my pussy seems to be permanently full these days. Ryan said something to the effect that it was getting like fucking the channel tunnel. That hurt, and we both agreed that something had to be done. Getting rid of the bike or the stool was out of the question so something else had to be found.

We both spent ages on the internet and Ryan came up with this thing called Kegel exercises. When I said that I didn’t have any urination problems Ryan told me that there were great side benefits, one of them was just what we were looking for.

He said that if I did these muscle exercises for 15 minutes 3 times every day I’d get better control of my pussy muscles; and he was right. In spite of all the time that I have the bike dildo going in and out of me, the time that I spend impaled on the stool in the kitchen, and all the time that Ryan’s fucking me; I’ve ended up with very tight pussy muscles.

Ryan tells me that if I keep up these exercises I’ll soon be able to stop him from cumming inside me. He says that me squeezing on his cock whilst it’s inside me will be like squeezing his cock in my hand when he’s trying to shoot his load.

He says that fucking me will be like what he imagines it would be like to fuck a very young pussy; like a girl the age that a lot of people mistake me for.

Ryan also says that he’s going to work on getting me to squirt better. I already squirt occasionally but Ryan wants me to be able to do it all the time. I’m not so sure that I want that because I get way too wet as it is. Besides, if he makes me cum in front of strangers again, squirting will be a double dose of embarrassment and humiliation. Another thing is that I don’t know how I would cope if I squirt when I cum at work.

Ryan says that I should be able to stop myself squirting at times if I really want to. I hope that he’s right.

Ryan’s been helping me by stimulating my G spot whist rubbing my clit. Those 2 together make my orgasms ‘out of this world’ and I have squirted a little so far; but all that has been in the privacy of our home so I’ve loved every second of it.

I’m trying to concentrate on the practise rather than what might happen if I do end up squirting every time that I cum. That combined with that running machine word could make my life very pleasurable, but terrible at the same time.

My Clit Ring

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No I’m not talking about the piercing in my clit hood, I’m talking about this little micro doughnut style ring that Ryan bought for me. When I first saw it I had to ask Ryan what it was; it was way too small to go on any of my fingers so I was at a loss as to where I was supposed to wear it. When Ryan told me it was for my clit I thought that he was joking. How the hell was my clit supposed to go through a hole that small?

Ryan told me that he’d read a story called ‘Tease to Please’ by someone calling themselves ‘inkyscandal’. In that some crazy Japanese scientist had put a tiny ring on this intern girl’s clit and every so often it would vibrate and give her an orgasm. Ryan had searched the internet for hours looking for it, or something similar and he discovered what he presented me with.

I suppose you could call it a wonder of modern nano technology. It’s a miniature vibrator that only has 1 mode – random bursts of about 15 seconds. Its battery gets charged by it coming into contact with this pad that has a PP3 battery attached to it; a bit like these new mobile phone chargers. Ryan even bought me a pair of knickers that I can hold the charging pad in place with; a bit like wearing a panty liner with a PP3 battery in it. It’s uncomfortable and I don’t really like wearing it (nor panty liners), but it’s the only way that I can charge the clit ring so I endure it. Fortunately it only takes about an hour to fully charge the ring and it lasts for about a day. If Ryan had his way I’d carry the knickers, pad and battery in my handbag and wear them every time the clit ring goes flat; except that he won’t let me wear knickers of any sort when I go out.

Even when the battery is flat I’ve got this constant reminder that I’m wearing the ring; it re-shapes my clit so that it sticks out a bit more and feels ‘different’.

And the anticipation of when I’m going to get zapped again often keeps my AF simmering.

When the ring is charged up it’s amazing. I used to think that the random zap vibe was amazing (and embarrassing) but this is something else. I now know what it’s like for a girl suffering from ’Persistent Genital Arousal Disorder’. The first time that it zapped my clit was incredible. It was like Ryan had been giving me cunnilingus for half an hour. The second time it happened I was so horny (probably with anticipation) and I got so close to cumming that I got frustrated when it stopped. After that I came just about each time that I got zapped.

It’s so good to be zapped when Ryan’s actually fucking me. We can’t do that with any of my vibrators inside me.



Sorry, I’m getting a bit ahead of myself. To get the ring on my clit Ryan told me that he’d have to freeze my clit. That statement got me worried; and scared. Now Ryan’s put ice cubes on my clit and in my pussy before, and they felt great, but to freeze my clit! That didn’t sound like fun.

Then he told me that he wasn’t actually going to freeze it; just get it so cold that it shrank enough and lost all sensations so that it could be pushed through the ring without me cumming. He said that if I was all excited my clit would swell and I wouldn’t be able to keep still long enough for him to get the ring over the end; which was very true.

I was nervous and excited when Ryan went for the ice. I was lying on my back on a towel on the bed with my legs spread wide and the anticipation was horrible. Of course I jumped when the first ice cubes touched my clit. My AF started to rise and I reached for Ryan’s cock. He pushed me away (a first) and told me to concentrate on the job to hand.

Shit, that ice was cold. The cold was spreading all over my lower half before Ryan said that my clit had shrunk enough for him to try to get the ring on. At that point I couldn’t feel him moving my clit from side to side.

I couldn’t see what Ryan was doing to me as his fingers worked away. After a couple of minutes Ryan stood up and stepped back.

“Shit TT; that looks good, I can’t wait for you to thaw out and get that thing charged.”

I sat up and dried myself then went and stood in front of the mirror. I could just see the shiny, silver coloured ring pushing my clit further out between my lips than normal. I thought about how embarrassing it was going to be if someone saw it and I’d have to explain what it was. I told Ryan that I wanted to start wearing knickers; or at least a thong.

“No way girl! One pair for charging and that’s it; and I don’t want you wearing them while we’re out.” was all that Ryan said.

I thawed out some more and saw that my clit was even more pronounced. The thought of it being seen like that was embarrassing me. Ryan saw my embarrassment and asked me what I was thinking. After I’d told him he was as sympathetic as usual,

“Oh you’ll soon get used to it; like you did with your other jewellery. Besides, your clit has always stuck out.”

“Not this far.” I replied.

He was right; I now thought no more of people seeing my clit hood and nipple jewellery than I thought of them seeing me totally naked. Not that I could ever get used to people seeing me totally naked. It’s VERY embarrassing.

I spent the next 30 minutes looking at my new pussy in the mirror and seeing how sensitive my new shaped clit was. I only managed doing it for 30 minutes before I got Ryan to fuck me. I didn’t get zapped that time Ryan fucked me but when we did it later that night the ring did zap me and I came right there and then – mid fuck. I decided that I want to be zapped every time that Ryan fucks me.

It was only when Ryan took me to the pub that night that I realised just how embarrassing my new clit ring was going to be. Just imaging me standing there in the middle of a group of strangers and having an orgasm without having any physical contact, sexual or not. I felt really sorry for the women that have PGAD.

The sex with Ryan that night was wonderful.

About a week after Ryan fitted the ring on my clit we’d arranged to go for a drink with some of Ryan’s workmates. I hadn’t seen some of them for quite a while so I was looking forward to catching-up. Also, I was hoping that Emma would be there with Karen because I was hoping to arrange a girly day shopping

I was a little concerned when Ryan had me charge up the ring before we left to meet everyone. I wasn’t looking forward to having to fight to conceal any orgasms that the ring might give me.

Ryan asked me to wear one of my nice little summer dresses and I felt good as we got the bus into town. Quite a few people were there when we got there and some of the guys took the opportunity to grab my butt through my thin skirt as the hugged me. That doesn’t bother me as I know them and they’re only being friendly.

When Karen hugged me, and squeezed my butt, she whispered,

“You’ve got to show me that ring thing that Ryan’s been going on about.”

I didn’t say anything but I blushed and thought,

“Thanks Ryan.”

The conversation was flowing and interesting the first couple of times that the ring zapped me and I managed avoid an embarrassing orgasm, but later when Karen brought me a drink she bent over and whispered,

“Is that thing giving you hell?”

I smiled and was saved from having to respond by one of the guys who said,

“No bra again Karen? I love it when you bend over like that.”

“In your dreams buster.” Karen replied.

“Yeah and they’re nice dreams too.”

Karen was stood up by then and her loose top had settled back to covering her breasts.

“Good wanking material are they?” Karen asked.