1. Showing Out
"Can I be fucking gorgeous, too."
"Oh yes, I bet you my dear, and that is exactly what I want to do."
"And that is?"
"Fuck you cat, I want to fuck you."
"He's on your mind?"
I told him when we started this, I had no intention of meeting. Although Richard was far less
accommodating sex nowadays than it once was, I still loved him a little and felt that I should remain
faithful. Although I could not more to him about his exhibitionism as I could what I did with Paul,
and there was no way they could indulge in it with me, I did not want the mess and lies and cheating
and affairs. Likewise, I've never done one night and had recreational sex, so the idea of
​​meeting someone on the internet and see them in real life held appeal for me.
"Yes, of course, what do you think? For I am a happily married man, you know," he smiled.
"Touche," I said, watching him stroking his erection.
As if with regard to their own hands gripped my full breasts; feels great and I squeezed her nipples,
which inevitably were like two pebbles.
"It looks good Cat on."
I was not sure what he meant, even though I had a good idea. So far, three or four times we cammed
he was naked, but I was only at the top. We are both touched themselves, but did not go all the way
or cybered as I understand it is called. In my mind, "Today was the night," as it were. We were
actually told that we mutually masturbate, but I steeled myself to do just that. After all, I
rationalized, why do agree that wearing a dressing gown?
How to draw your penis with one hand and grabbed and squeezed the ball with the second I let one
of my hands slide down my body. He stopped at my belly.
"Go to Cat, go on, touch me there."
"Do you, uh, uh, we er."
"Go fuck are you asking here?"
"Yes," I croaked.
"Yes, Cat, if you are satisfied with it. Want to fuck you. Want to watch me masturbate and I want to
see and hear cum. Cat I, you shit how I look at you?"
His words came across my mind. They were perfect for the occasion, which was exactly what I
2. wanted to hear, and he was suggesting exactly what I wanted to do. It was the final act in my short
career as an exhibitionist; there could be nothing more exciting I thought when I said
"Yes, Paul, yes you can," I whispered sat eyes glued to his hand pumping his penis, which now
looked incredibly appealing.
"Then fuck yourself Cat, fuck how I look."
I leaned back in his chair and opened my legs.
"Hold that, let me see you, let me see your cunt Cat."
He never uses this word to me before, but I liked it. Used properly I think cunt is such an evocative
word.
"Let me show you Paul, look at my cunt."
I opened my legs further and ran his fingers around my lips. It felt good, but I have almost the same
feeling when I watched his eyes staring at my cunt. "This is the actual full exhibitionism" I thought I
loved every moment of his "inspection".
"Oh my God, it will not take me for a cat."
"That's good. I do not want it. Want to cum. Paul, please, please make me cum."
"Yes cat I come on baby, come on," he groaned pumping his cock faster.
I found her clit and I started rubbing her side. With my other hand I squeezed my breasts and
pinched and pulled my nipples. I was quickly climbing the wall feeling that rises to the top of
orgasm. It was beautiful. I was almost there.
It was an incredible set of feelings.
To be a man masturbating as he looked at it quite amazing, but watch him masturbate while looking
at me was beyond my wildest dreams.
"I'm Cumming Cat."
"Yes, Paul, yes," I groaned as the beautiful feelings took over my mind and body.
"Oh Cat, yes, yes, fuck, fuck, fuck," he growled when I watched his penis to shoot a long spurt of
semen up so that some of them are injected between the nipples and the rest landed on his stomach
and chest.
At that moment, I was consumed with my orgasm and my eyes were shut tight.
*
Of course, I think Paul and I flashed each other until full orgasm several times. While the extent that
it was satisfactory my flasher base calls my need more various and more experience is increased. I
felt that I was losing control, that something take over me, and that I no longer could drive. I've been
3. so close so many times, that's what I discussed with Paul, raising her skirt, or how my breasts out. At
the time, I surprised my self control the urge was so strong.
I explained it to him and he offered a solution, and two in fact.
"Why not do a cam show?" He suggested.
I agreed.
"And you are used to being photographed, why not join letmehelp photography group?"
"How does it work?"
"A lot of guys mostly, but sometimes some women also put together a model shoot," Paul explained.
I said that I think about it, but deep down I knew I wanted to do, and that I would probably agree.
Cam show was held in the evening for a week or so away.
The day before Paul confirmed that there was probably an audience between six and ten. This is
throw me, but excites me.
I thought about what to wear and decided on the dress. It was the kind of dress where I could lift her
skirt and flashing my pussy and bum, and where I could easily get your tits out and fulfill the
ambitions I have held for some time. Under it I wore nothing, and I feel great.
"Will you look?" I asked Paul.
"Of course I would not miss it for the world."
"Will there be a sound?"
"Yes, we want to hear as well as see how cum."
How did this happen, and as stupid as it sounds, I thought. My mind was focused almost exclusively
on the blink, but of course now he realized that he wanted more. And as I thought about it a few
times and thought I had, as Paul calls it, I fucked him, I realized I wanted to fuck myself for them.
Other than being fucked in front of a huge audience, fuck yourself ten boys were so close to the final
flash as I was likely to come.
Paul came in first alone.
"You look beautiful," he said.
I was wearing a blue and yellow patterned dress. The hem was just below the knee, had a tight top,
flared skirt and a narrow spaghetti shoulder straps. It was a deep neckline and a lot of my breasts,
my upper chest and my hands were on the show. It was perfect blinker uniform.
"Thank you. Which is the form?" I asked, feeling nervous as hell.
"When you're ready I'll let others know, and they log on. There will be a small graphical images of
4. them at the top of the screen. They will be directly from their cameras. They can not see each other,
but they can all you see. If at any time you want see the view that they have of you, just press ctrl v.
get a full screen view of each other. know how to zoom in or out is not it? "
"Yes."
"Are you ready then?"
"Yes."
"Ok, it will be a few minutes until they are all logged, please be patient."
Again, I chose my winter garden for this event. As it was dark outside and I had to leave the
audience full of light, feelings were compounded by darkness through the window. I stand there fully
clothed, I felt excited that so much in the spotlight.
I saw that the icons lighting logged as an audience I counted there were twelve.
"Ok Cat?" He asked Paul.
"Yes," I replied, my throat is dry and nerve-wracking.
"So to you, then it's your show. Good luck."
There were a few more "good lucks" from others, who were all men, that I said.
I looked at each icon is trying to make contact with the eyes, as I have learned in their presentation
skills training courses. As a teacher, he said. "Look to the right as much as you can, let them come to
bed eyes and let them that you want to fuck you."
Although the icons were small, I could see his face and saw a few smiles and a few wink and a wave.
I walked around Conservatory let everyone have a good look at me when I prepared for my "show."
I practiced it a few times before the mirror and started with Paul, but he could not wait, so instead
we fucked ourselves. "Do not worry, you'll have a great" he assured me.
As I walked around I think I'm exaggerating shake my ass. I made eye contact with smiled at most of
the onlookers and then stopped in the middle of the room. Grabbing the hem of the skirt I picked up
an eyebrow and asked quietly.
"Yes."
I heard several answers "yes" and a few "go for his" as I slowly pulled her skirt up. It slid to his
knees on my thighs and thighs. I was almost trembling with excitement as the hem reached their
upper thighs. I held it there for a while and then in one fluid motion, I pulled it further to make it
around my belly, but still just covering my hair. In sighs, "fuck" and "Oh My Gods" excited and called
me yet so easy to have two inches wide landing strip of tawny hair was on show. This was met with
sounds of approval.
"Oh yes, Cat."
5. "Great."
"Beautiful flash gold."
I gave them a spin to see my bare ass as well. Bending forward I gave them a better look at it and
then stood up straight, knowing that with how I trimmed my hair the wet pinkness of my lips should
be clearly shown. There have been more satisfying sounds of approval as I did not shoot, but to let
the skirt fall back into place. I picked up the first shifted to the left and then the right thin strip off
my shoulders and let it hang down arms.
I walked around like this for a minute or two, knowing that neckline dress slipped a little and I
almost shows her nipples. While I badly wanted to do that, I stayed a moment when I looked at the
observer and saw their eager anticipation. I sat on the edge of my partner's desk with green leather
top, I took her breasts. I squeezed and stroked give yourself even more feelings to those I have
gained from watching. Hearing the sounds of the guys call me to go ahead faster than I had planned.
"Fucking beautiful cat" and "Nice rack baby," he greeted my breasts while they were on display for
all of them.
I felt excited when I walked past the brightly lit conservatory darkness outside. I felt even on the
display and the idea that someone, even if it was unlikely can look in and see my raunchy show
increased his excitement.
"Get that cat" someone, maybe Steve said, suggesting exactly what I wanted to do now.
Several things suddenly hit me: I wanted to be naked for them, "I wanted to get my watch and I
wanted their eyes on my body., But now it was more than that. Would I go on, I wanted to do more
for them and for me more. Now I knew I wanted to experience the Ultimate Flash yes, I admitted
that I wanted to fuck myself as they looked on.
The upper part of the dress has been hanging around my waist with a narrow shoulder strap
hanging down. He had a series of elastic just below my breasts, so it was easy to pull it open dress
and run by sliding downward. Bare breasts wobbling as I tried her around the waist and abdomen, I
loved the feeling that revealed itself even more. Wrinkled clothes slid easily down the legs and on
the floor around my feet. I was naked apart from my heels, I felt fantastic.
I went around and still sure that I stayed within the range of the lens cam. I let them see me from all
angles as I moved and bent and turned and touched myself. I was getting more and more excited
and knew that I would not have to work hard to make myself climax. For a moment I wondered if I
could make myself cum just from the feelings of exposing himself to the audience. But in a way that
would defeat the purpose of what I did because I wanted to do it in front of them. Yes, I wanted to
fuck myself in front of an audience.
Sitting on a chair, where I remembered it all started when I first "met" with Paul I was looking
intently at the cam and slowly brought his hand and took my breasts.
Excellent soft smoothness wonderful feeling in the hands and soon my body was filled with these
wonderful feelings as one's excitement escalates. I closed my eyes and forget about watching people.
I gave into the feelings and focuses on providing excitement and pleasure for themselves.
Generally masturbation is so selfish and unsharing experience. But masturbates in front of a dozen
6. men were certainly not that. Their comments indicated'm happy and gives them the expectations
they had for me, which I fully intended to meet.
I enjoyed my breasts and nipples for some time, but heard about my request, I went on my body and
legs open. There was another comment that I was sure was from Paul.
"Show us your cunt Cat."
So I did the moans and groans awards.
I rubbed between her legs. All around my lips, my clit and inside my cunt me further and further
towards the top. But there was more. He leaned to the side, so I was out of the cam cover, I opened
a drawer in his desk.
"Oh yes, my love," he greeted me when my hand came back into focus and he saw a long, thick black
dildo.
"Shove a cat," I was asked, and of course I did.
