In Public

I never thought being watched by complete strangers would turn me on so much. That night, behind glass, I discovered what I really liked.

I arrived at her place an hour before dinner and found her naked in front of the mirror, torn between two dresses and about to change everything.

I cut the engine in the darkest corner of the service area, touched up my lips in the rearview mirror, and knew I wouldn’t be leaving alone that night.

We thought we were sneaking around in the sand, until a stranger came over and confessed he’d been watching us for hours. And he had a proposition.

In the dark, a few meters from my building, his cock shone under the only streetlamp on the street. And I already knew I was going to lower my head again.

I didn’t care that he was thirty years older. With the road swaying beneath us, his hand found my hip in the darkness and I stopped pretending I didn’t like it.

It was after eleven, everyone was asleep, and the rain was falling hard. I thought I’d just go get wet in the patio for a while. I had no idea how far I was going to dare to go that night.

There was only one guy at the back, washing his hands. He looked at me in the mirror and, without saying a word, we both knew the wait was over.

That night the dare was simple and insane at the same time: cross the property naked, on all fours, right past the window where anyone could see me.

When I opened the door to her at home, I knew that woman was going to ruin my night. I had no idea how far she’d take it—or where she’d end up on her knees in front of me.

It had been less than five minutes into the movie when his hand was already reaching under my shorts, and instead of pulling away, I prayed no one in the theater would turn to look at us.

It had been months since I’d had a proper cock in my mouth, so when that white Mercedes daddy messaged me, I didn’t think twice.

He got two smiles out of me in one week, and I gave him my number. That afternoon, on the stairwell of his building, I showed him everything an experienced woman can do.

When she handed me her card and told me to come hungry, I knew that woman wasn’t after conversation: she wanted someone who could keep up with her until dawn.

We had signed the contract knowing Saturday would be worse than Friday. What we couldn’t imagine was how far she intended to take us into the woods.

It had been months since I’d heard from her. Her call was an order, not an invitation: that night I would stop being a person and become her property.

That morning we only wanted to lose ourselves in each other. We didn’t count on the favorite walking in with her guards and a punishment already prepared.

She picked me up, pointed to her cheek for a kiss, and I knew the orders wouldn’t stay in the bedroom this time: they started the moment I got in her car.

Damián accepted the challenge thinking of the thousand dollars. He never imagined he’d end up tied in the sand, watching his wife ride five strangers while he took electric shocks.

He stepped out from the bushes to shock the women runners. That night, the woman who screamed at him wasn’t scared: she was waiting for him.