Sexcapade — Dominated In the Public Domain

Posted by Saucy Sexy on September 24th, 2005 filed in Erotic Tales |

I feel like a werewolf giving in to his baser instincts whenever I get the urge to give in to my fetish. I have successfully hidden this sexual predilection from close friends and family for years. No one knows of my nocturnal activities to satisfy these desires. What I didn’t know was the tables were soon going to be turned on me.

I have tried to suppress these urges but to no avail. So here I am, searching the parking lot of a popular mall in the early evening hours, prowling for prospective spectators to my soon to be released member.

The thrill of discovery made the fine hair on the nape of my neck stand on end as I spotted two silhouettes, unmistakably female, inside a car. As the minutes passed and they showed no signs of going out of the car, I came to the conclusion that they were bent on staying where they were for a long girl chat.

My heart raced as I scouted the surrounding area, which seemed to be absent of arriving or disembarking car owners. Furthermore, I was confident that my display would not be easily evident to any sudden appearance of passersby due to the semi-darkness of the parking area and the car’s slightly concealed location, both details suiting my needs perfectly.

Cautiously, I approached the front of the car with the two ladies inside until I was about a couple of feet away. Sensing no immediate negative reaction, I slowly undid the zipper of my pants, allowing my half-aroused penis to escape its clothed confines.

I palmed my cock and began to move my hand along its length, and I couldn’t help giving a small groan at finally being able to find some relief from the mounting pressure in my balls. Knowing that I was observed by the two girls made me harder, and, imagining they were both aroused by my performance made my excitement more intense, making me grasp my hard on more firmly. As I felt the cum rising, I turned to let them have a frontal view of my dick, and aimed the head at the car hood to let my spunk splatter its pristine condition.

Having had my exhibitionist thrill, I prepared to slink back into the darkness, as was my habit, when I heard the whir of a window opening. Instinctively, my hands rose to hastily stuff my satisfied shaft into my pants when a voice spoke commandingly, “Leave it!”

Intrigued, I let my hands slowly fall to the sides, letting myself be examined intimately when the voice spoke again, “Lie down on the hood—face down!”

My brain scrambled to assimilate the possibilities of the options presented before me. On one hand, I could disregard what she said and just walk off, as I usually do after these encounters; or, I can take a chance and do as the lady asked, or rather commanded.

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