I Sucked His Cock in Front of the Open Picture Window

That Saturday last summer I spent the whole afternoon glued to chat, swapping messages, photos, and videos with several readers who had written to me with their opinions about my previous stories. I loved it for two reasons: it makes it crystal clear that everything I tell is true… hehehehe, and on top of that it satisfies that dirty, horny side of me I can’t seem to control.

That afternoon I masturbated non-stop. And what better way to do it than nice and filthy, quietly at home and on camera? In the chat I met three guys between twenty-three and twenty-six; we set up a group call so they could watch me fondle my tits while they wrote me things that drove me wild. I got to the point where I needed more, I needed to show myself off. I kept going with more video calls so they could watch me shove my fingers up my ass while I moaned like a bitch into the mic.

After so much cybersex, with my arousal through the roof, one of the guys in the chat told me that if I needed that much filth I should dress provocatively and go looking for some old man in a park. That got me even hotter. Since I always prioritize discretion, that very same afternoon I went into the chats for my city and posted a direct message: “41-year-old woman, curvy, 110 cm bust, curly brown hair. Looking for an older man with a private place for a discreet meeting TODAY.”

Within a while my Telegram was blowing up with messages. I wanted something really dirty, really horny. I needed to calm the bitch inside me.

I started talking to a guy called “Mr58,” who lived about fifteen minutes away by metro. After spending the whole afternoon masturbating and talking to strangers, I no longer gave a damn about anything: I just wanted to come like a madwoman. We set it for the next day.

***

We met at a café right outside the metro station he’d told me to go to, to have a quick drink and see if the chemistry was there. We’d already exchanged Telegrams and, all of a sudden, I got an awful urge to piss. I told him I was going to the bathroom and took my phone with me. After peeing and wiping myself, I spread my legs wide, parted my pussy lips with my fingers, and sent him a photo.

When I got back to the table he still hadn’t seen it, so I asked him:

—Did you see the photo I just sent you?

—No, did you send me a photo? —he said, looking surprised—. Let me see.

—It’s from right now, just taken in the bathroom.

He opened Telegram and found my pussy, wide open and soaked.

—Fuck, babe… I love it.

Without thinking twice I said:

—Want to go up to your place and I’ll show you in person?

No need to say anything else. We finished our coffee staring at each other and left.

***

On the way to his place, as we walked down the street (it wasn’t far from the metro), my arousal was already unbearable. He started groping me discreetly: first his hand on my waist, then sliding down to my ass and squeezing it hard. I was wearing a skirt and stockings, so at one point he slipped his hand underneath, pulled my panties aside, and shoved a finger into my cunt while we kept walking. I tried not to moan in the middle of the street, but I was dripping. He whispered in my ear:

—You’re soaked, little slut… and this is only the appetizer.

We got to his building and, as soon as the elevator doors closed, I yanked my panties down fast and leaned forward, lifting my skirt and exposing everything so he could see it properly.

When we got into the apartment the heat exploded. Everything was clean and tidy. He asked if I wanted a drink and I asked for a glass of water. He went to the kitchen and, while he was gone, I took off my sweater and pushed my tits out over my bra. When he came back he stopped and stared at my breasts. He handed me the glass, I took a sip, and set it on the table.

He told me to make myself comfortable. I took off my skirt and stayed in black panties and bra, with my tits out. He started fondling my breasts, stroking my belly until he reached my panties, which he pulled aside to look at my pussy.

—Fuck, what a gorgeous pussy —he said, and after playing with it for a couple of seconds he jammed a finger in hard.

I moaned loudly.

—Do you like it when I put my finger in?

—Yes —I answered with a naughty smile.

He pulled out his soaked finger and shoved it in my mouth so I could suck it; he took it out and put it back in several times. He asked me to stand up, sat on the sofa, and started kissing my belly while pulling my panties down. I turned around, leaned forward with my hands on the table in front of the sofa, spread my legs, and felt him part my ass cheeks to lick my ass and my pussy. His tongue toyed with me, opening me wider and slipping inside.

Then he told me to sit on the sofa so he could eat me out better. I spread my legs wide and he started licking my clit with short little laps; suddenly he was sliding his tongue into my cunt and, without warning, two fingers that he moved quickly while he kept licking. My moans got louder, I was enjoying it like a pig, and every time he pulled his fingers out I put them in my mouth so I could suck them. I was dripping.

He came over to kiss me, unhooked my bra, caressed my tits, stood up, and pulled down his pants. He was already half hard. I knelt down and started sucking his cock slowly, savoring it, giving him a handjob with my mouth, pressing on the head, combining hand and tongue while he moaned:

—What a mouth you’ve got, suck it like this, little slut… I know you like it. It’s all yours.

That made me completely let go: I took it all the way in, gagged, went back to sucking it slowly, licked the head and worked him with my mouth until I swallowed the whole thing while he gripped my head.

***

After a good while sucking him on the sofa, he opened the sliding doors of the large picture window leading out to the terrace and took me over there.

The terrace was big and the picture window covered the whole wall: from the apartment blocks across the way, from other nearby terraces, and even from the street, anyone looking could see me perfectly. The afternoon light poured in and I was completely naked.

He put me on my knees right in front of the open glass.

—Look outside, little slut. Now you’re going to keep sucking me here so everyone can see what a bitch you are.

And that’s what I did. Sometimes he let me suck him at my own pace, slowly and deep, slobbering all over his cock while my tits bounced; other times he grabbed my hair hard and fucked my mouth mercilessly, shoving it to the back, making me choke and cry, with my face pressed to the glass. My moans and the filthy sounds of the blowjob could be heard perfectly outside. I could feel the terrace air on my skin, the thrill of being totally exposed, and it made me hotter and hotter.

—That’s it, bitch… let them see you swallowing it whole. You’re an exhibitionist whore.

We spent what felt like forever that way: him alternating between letting me suck him like a submissive bitch and fucking my mouth as if it were a cunt, my tits flattened against the cold glass, my ass stuck out toward the terrace. I think I spent more than half an hour between the sofa and the window with his cock in my mouth nonstop.

***

In the end, when my jaw was already wrecked and his cock was hard as a rock, he stood me up, turned me around, and pressed me against the picture window.

—Now stick your ass out toward the terrace.

I obeyed. My tits were squashed against the glass, my naked body on full display for anyone who cared to look. He went to the kitchen and came back with a big, thick zucchini.

—First I’m going to open that nice ass of yours up properly with this.

He coated it with my own wetness and started pushing it into my ass slowly, centimeter by centimeter, while I moaned loudly against the glass. He pulled it out and pushed it back in deeper, twisting it, stretching me. I looked outside, imagining people watching us from the buildings across the way.

When I was fully opened and trembling, he pulled the zucchini out, left it on the table where it could be seen, and stood behind me. He aimed his cock at my ass and drove it in with a slow but firm thrust.

I screamed with pleasure. He fucked my ass right there, in front of the window and the open terrace, hard and deep. With every thrust my tits bounced against the glass and my moans echoed out into the street. He grabbed my hips, slapped my ass, and said:

—You’re my curvy little whore, my exhibitionist bitch… I’m fucking your ass so everyone can see.

I couldn’t last long. I came like a madwoman, my ass squeezing his cock, squirts spraying from my pussy. He kept going a little longer and came inside, filling my ass with hot cum.

***

We stayed like that for a while, him buried in me, panting. Then he came out slowly, turned me around, and kissed me with tongue.

—You’ve been the dirtiest little slut I’ve ever had in my life —he said, smiling.

I just nodded, my legs shaking. I got dressed as best I could, his cum sliding down my thighs, and before leaving I took a photo leaning against the window: my ass red and open, semen spilling out, the terrace in the background. I sent it by Telegram: “A souvenir from your exhibitionist little whore. We’ll do it again soon.”

I left feeling sluttier than ever, knowing that situations like those —him groping me on the way home, sucking him for so long on the sofa and then in front of the window while he fucked my mouth, the zucchini, getting my ass fucked completely exposed to the terrace— make me a truly hopeless little slut. And I love it.