Audience – A Wicked Wednesday Entry

Wicked Wednesday

Welcome to my 23rd post for Rebel’s Notes‘ Wicked Wednesday, Audience. You don’t have to use the prompt but I like the inspiration, and challenge. The prompt for this week was:

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This weekend we are at Eroticon Live in Bristol and this afternoon there will be some kink demos and discussions. That made me wonder – is there anything you would like to do in front of an audience, or not? Why? Why not? What would you like to do? Would you want interaction, or only onlookers? Or maybe you’ve been there, done that…

Share your sexy thoughts and/or experiences.

Audience

Turns out there’s a big difference between being nude and being naked. When I suggested to my Mistress that I would like to be the only nude man in a room full of people I didn’t realise quite how naked I would feel.  All I thought about was how exciting it would be, all those people able to see everything I had to show. I’d left the details to my Mistress and she had happily arranged it for me, deciding to make it a reading event. There would be drinks and nibbles, and I would read aloud as entertainment. She’d gathered a crowd of around 20 people, that I expected to be all female, friends who would be receptive to the situation, but when I arrived I was surprised to see a few men dotted around.

When my Mistress handed me the book I was to read from, my heart dropped, and an ache began low in my stomach. I should have known there would be a catch to all this. I gripped the book for a minute, staring at it’s shiny ‘chocolate’ cover. I couldn’t read this, if I read this… I looked up, my Mistress was smiling, she raised an eyebrow waiting for my response. I couldn’t think, I needed a way to stop the inevitable.
“Please Mistress, please, my cock cage, please?” The words tumbled out, a mess of pleading.
She laughed, “Oh no. Nowhere for you to hide. You wanted this. All those people seeing how excited a few little words make you, an audience. This is what you were really asking for.” My cheeks burnt with emotion, I didn’t realise that’s what I’d wanted not until right then but as she said it I knew she’d understood my request much better than I had.

I was about halfway through the first story in the book when it started. I knew I couldn’t stop reading, and I tried hard not to react to my body’s betrayal. The tugging in my stomach intensified, and slowly I felt my cock start to stiffen. I focussed on the book in front of me trying to speak the words without hearing the story, and I thought I was winning until I heard a giggle from the audience. I’d never thought of a giggle as a sexy sound until that moment but that once laugh had reached inside me and turned the tap on full. My cock swelled, until it was hard and standing out from my body in a way that was almost painful. I longed to touch it, to ease the ache but I knew better. I tried to keep reading but the sounds of laughter and murmurs were drowning my words. I stuttered to a halt, my eyes fixed on the book in front of me, as I felt a blush crawl over my body until I was sure the top of my head was about to burst into flames.

I didn’t know what to do, so I stood there waiting for my Mistress to release me. I tried not to think of the people now staring at me but I couldn’t help it, and my cock jerked upwards. A small moan escaped my lips, and the laughter in the room seemed to heighten. I finally managed to look up, trying to find my Mistress, to catch her eye. I found her walking towards me, and the look of reassurance on her face helped calm me, right up until the moment I saw the cane in her hand.

 

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Private Pool Show – Masturbation Monday

Masturbation Monday #16

Welcome to this week’s (very late) #MasturbationMonday, Private Pool Show. The inspiration was:

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Do you need some help with that? I’d be happy to take care of that…and everything else…for you. Rawr!

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Private Pool Show

I was sure the brochure had said private pool so I was thrown when I saw him. In all fairness I didn’t mind sharing with him, he was lovely. His tan was deep gold against the white linen on the sun bed padding. His blue jersey cotton shorts sat around his hips, showing off an expanse of stomach and drawing my eye to the line of hair from his chest disappearing under the waistband of his shorts. I followed the line down imagining where it finished. I watched, unsure if I was imagining the tenting of his shorts until his hand came up from his side, and gently rubbed over his cock.

I wanted to speak, to let him know I was here but my mouth was dry and I couldn’t form words. One hand held the tree beside me, as he stroked his cock with more intent squeezing and pulling, I felt the bark cutting in to my hand as my grip tightened. As his hand tugged and stroked his cock I felt a wet heat in me. When he arched his back thrusting into his fist, I bit back a moan not wanting to disturb my private pool show. He was still stroking through the outside of his shorts almost using them to add sensation, and I imagine a damp spot forming over the tip of his cock. I know my own pants are starting to feel wet, and I press my thighs together tightly.

I want to go to him; to add my hands to the mix, to slip my hand inside his short, to feel his hardness, the veins pulsing, the smoothness of his skin. To lift his cock out, and dip my head to taste the salty drops glistening at the tip. To roll a condom on him and then straddle his hips, sliding my throbbing cunt down his length. Letting my muscles squeeze him as I lift up, before sliding back down again. Riding him hard, his hands squeezing my breasts, pinching the nipples, lifting his head to suck one nipple into his mouth, biting and sucking, so my cunt throbs and tightens around his cock. I’ll moan and gasp as I come again and again, and the contracting of my cunt will push him over the edge, he’ll grunt a primal yell, the nipple in his mouth muffling the sound.

As the imagined orgasm pushes waves of feeling through me, my eyes refocus onto him, and I know he’s close to coming. His thrusts have become more frantic, pumping into his fist, and as he comes he moans, a deep guttural sound that pulses down inside me. He flops back his hand still cradling his cock, and for a minute I think he will fall asleep but instead he pushes up, standing, and slides his shorts off. He strides to the end of the pool, and stretches, his arms above his head, then bends and with a smooth movement dives into the pool. I watch for a moment more before I push myself from the support of the tree and slowly back away.

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Watching His Cock Part 3 – Masturbation Monday

Masturbation Monday #4

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, Watching His Cock. I’m continuing last week’s story, so I thought I’d give it a go. Hope you like it. You can find Part one here, and Part two here.

 

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Raise your hand if you could go for something like this right now. (Me! Me! I could!) Okay, smutty writers, share the good stuff with the rest of us. You know you want to. 

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Watching His Cock Part 3

I slide my fist along his shaft, stroking slowly. Feeling the smoothness of his skin, the ridges of vein, the hard swell of blood, the way it twitches when I tighten my grip. He rolls onto his back, his eyes closing as his head falls back onto the pillow, and he lets out a small moan. I keep stroking my hand sliding up and down his shaft, tightening my grip towards the head. While my other hand reaches up to tweak his nipple, pinching and pulling it. I’m watching his cock, and when it twitches again I lean over, and swipe my tongue across the tip, licking up the drops of pre-cum spilling out.

He breathes out an “Oh Fuck.” And I slide my lips over the head flicking my tongue across the tip as I suck. I move my mouth down, taking in as much of his length as I can, gagging slightly as he hits the back of my throat. I gently cup his balls, rolling them in my palm, as my other hand curls around the base of his shaft, squeezing slightly so I feel him throb in my mouth.

His breathing is shallow, almost panting, and I know he’s close but I’m not ready for him to come again yet. When I pull back my mouth makes a popping sound as it comes over the head, his cock twitches as the air hits it, the wetness cooling him. He opens his eyes to look at me, and I smile at him, my hand slowly working his shaft. I let my thumb rub over the tip, mixing saliva and pre-cum together. Keeping eye contact I push to my knees and straddle his hips.

 

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Watching Her Wank Part 2 – Masturbation Monday

Masturbation Monday #3

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday., Watching Her Wank. A few people requested I follow-up last weeks story, so I thought I’d give it a go. Hope you like it. You can find Part one here.

 

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She looks like she’s having fun, doesn’t she?

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Watching Her Wank Part 2

I pushed the door a little wider and squeezed through the gap. He smiled as he watched me walking towards him but when I got close enough to reach for him he shook his head.
“It’s my turn to watch…first take your clothes off.” I slowly unfastened my jacket, moving to lay it over his desk chair. With my back to him I slipped off my shoes, and unzipped my skirt. Letting it drop to the floor before slowly bending to pick it up and laying it over my jacket. I grip the hem of my t-shirt and pull it over my head, folding it and putting it on the chair.  Turning to face him I reach behind me, unfastening my bra, sliding the straps down my arms, and pulling it off, dropping it on the chair.

His eyes are fixed on me as I walk towards him. He moves to the far edge of the bed, giving me room to lie down next to him. I lay on my back, playing with my tits. My hands cup and squeeze them, then I pinch my nipples. I start to move my hand down but knowing he’s watching I become self-conscious, and stop. My hand hovering over my stomach, I bite my lip, frozen. He reaches over placing his hand over mine, moving it down, sliding it under the waist of my knickers. As he removes his hand he lets his fingers catch on my knickers pulling them down, and holding them.
“They’re so wet. You must have really enjoyed watching me.” I nod. “Show me how much. Close your eyes and think about watching me again”.

I close my eyes letting my hand move down over the downy curls. Brushing over my swollen clit, as my fingers slip easily along my slit, the juices making it easy to slide two fingers into me. I let my thumb circle my clit, as I slowly thrust in and out with two fingers. My other hand is tweaking my right nipple, pinching and tugging harder as the orgasm I need builds. I arch my back pushing harder and harder against my hand, rocking my hips back and forth feeling the pulsing throb in my cunt. I let out a moan, as I feel the pressure pushing down inside me. An animal growl tears from my throat as I come hard, squirting over my hand, leaving a patch on his sheet.

I relax my body and open my eyes, looking at him. He’s smiling, his hand still gripping my knickers, which his erection twitches.
“I guess you enjoyed watching me too.” I grin as I reach out and grip his cock.

 

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Watching Him Wank Part 1 – Masturbation Monday

Masturbation Monday #2

Welcome to this week’s #MasturbationMonday, Watching Him Wank, Part 1.

 Watching him wankI’m just gonna leave that right here and walk away. Y’all have fun with that. ;)

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Watching Him Wank – Part 1

He hadn’t heard me come in, the jazz music filling the house drowning out any noise I’d made. His bedroom door was ajar, and through the gap I could see him. He was naked on his bed, one hand slowly stroking his hardening cock, the other teasing a nipple. I knew I shouldn’t be watching him wank, that it was an invasion of his privacy but I couldn’t move away. I was mesmerised by the way he gripped his cock, the way his hand was curled round the shaft, as he moved it up and down in firm strokes. Occasionally tugging in such a way that made it seem like he was bending the tip to point to his stomach. His head was back and his eyes were closed, he was moaning softly as he pulled at his cock. He was much rougher with himself than I would have been with him. I shifted pressing my thighs together, causing my knickers to push against me. I could feel the dampness that was soaking into them, and I bit my lip to keep from moaning out loud.

He tweaked his nipple harder, pulling at it. His hand started stroking faster, as he groaned in rhythm. I could feel my heart beat faster, and I tried to keep my breathing from becoming ragged as I watched him. I wanted to slide my hand into my pants; to stroke my thumb over my clit, to make myself come while I watched him but I was afraid he would notice the movement. His movements had become jerky and uneven, and he grunted as his back arched pushing his hips towards his hand as his stroking got more furious. A thick ribbon of cum spilled over his fist onto his stomach as he gave a loud grunt. Listening to him come caused an answering throb in my cunt, and I pressed my lips together silencing the moan that tried to escape. His hands relaxed to his sides, and I realised I needed to move away now.

Before I could he opened his eyes and looked straight at me, “How long have you been there?”
“I just…I wasn’t…sorry…” I stammered but with no real idea of what to say.
He started to smile, “Maybe you should come in.”

 

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