Have you ever had that one moment that you will never forget? I do. I like being an exhibitionist, but this wasn’t me this time. This was my phone sex caller. He did the unthinkable and damn, was it funny for me. Maybe not for him though.

Imagine it’s after work and you have a long drive home, but your dick is saying otherwise. It’s throbbing from the office girl teasing all day, and driving is almost impossible. What do you do? Cause an accident or pull over at a rest stop and handle the problem. The choice is yours.

I’ve done plenty of calls with this man, but this was a first. Right off the top I could hear that he was on the highway, and got worried. He assured me he was pulling over and would be fine, but still, something tingled inside of me that should have been a warning. We flirted until he stopped and then the call got heated. I gave him some JOI (jack off instructions), and he tuned out the world around him. My voice can be hypnotic.

Everything was going great until a knock on the window changed all that. Yep, it was a cop doing a wellness check on my caller. What do you think he did? Wrong. He kept me on the line and sat the phone down for me to listen.

My exhibitionist was in trouble.

The cop knew what he was doing. I could hear it in the tone of his voice. Instead of just walking away or telling him to stop, he decided to fuck with him. My caller had to do a field sobriety check and even show the coffee he was drinking was just that. Coffee. Thank God for the mute button. I have never laughed so hard in my life.

This entire encounter with the cop took about 10 minutes, but it was probably the worst and scariest 10 minutes of his life. After being assured that he was okay, the cop left with a warning to move on. Did he? Nope. He finished the call, grabbed that orgasm, and then went home. After all that he deserved it, and I got a memory that I will never forget.

So, beware of where you jerk off. Cops are out there looking for you naughty exhibitionist bandits.

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Where is the kinkiest place you’ve ever had phone sex? As an exhibitionist at heart, mine might shock some, and entice others. I’ve always considered myself a bit of a freak, but this one takes the cake. What would you think if I had phone sex with a groom right before the wedding? Yes, he was in the church at the time. What you might not know is, so was I.

One of my best friends got married last summer. It was a wild time for all of us with all the parties and wedding preparation. During this time I got to know the groom a little better, and he loved all my kinky phone sex stories. A few times when we all hung out, I took calls, but made sure to walk outside for them. You know, privacy. Well, little did I know, I was being the exhibitionist of the party. As I sat on the back porch, he listened to my tales of freak and kink on the phone. I honestly believe that he wanted to get caught jerking off while I spoke my filthy on the telephone.

Exhibitionist? Well yes I am.

We flirted a few times, but it was all harmless, or so I thought. The day of the wedding all the girls who were in the actual wedding party spent the night together drinking. A little hungover, I was one of the last to leave the hotel room, and to be honest, I really didn’t want to go. I knew they were wrong for each other. He had a wandering eye when it came to other women, and she wasn’t over her ex boyfriend yet. The exhibitionist in me yanked open the drapes and stood naked in front of the hotel window. Little did I know, he was watching from across the courtyard.

Ring Ring

When my phone rang it was the bride telling me to hurry. I assured her I would, but knew I was going to be the last one inside. I am always late. Within 20 minutes I stood in the dressing area of the church putting on the final touches of my lipstick when the phone rang. I knew the number, but was shocked that he was calling me. It was the fucking groom. Excusing myself I went into a small chapel off the larger church to take the call.

Oh, fuck, Gypsy. I’m stroking my cock and thinking about fucking you right now.

I almost dropped the phone when he said that. It was his wedding day for fucksakes. I whispered that he needed to stop and get to the main church, but instead he sent me a picture of him jerking off. GOD DAMMIT! I was so fucking wet at that moment. My friend didn’t deserve that cock. He was so big and thick, and I knew she was a whore. Hell, at the bridal shower she fucked the stripper. She was not innocent in all of this.

What did I do? What would you have done? The rest of the story is a secret and will be password protected. If you want the password you can send me a tribute on niteflirt.

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I told you all about the Nude Party I was invited to this past weekend. Well, so many are asking for an update. Wow, oh wow, there is so much to tell and the party was wonderful. Since it was my first time at one of these parties I had one rule set for myself. No penetration sex, but lots of oral and touching.

I arrived about 7 pm to the estate. It was a very secluded party located in Malibu, California. I wore a simple red dress with heels, but knew that wasn’t going to stay on long. At the door our clothing was taken along with any cell phones or devices that you could video with. Secondly, a NDA signed. I know that seems odd, but there were people there that could never allow their presence to go public. A few I even knew. Don’t ask because I can’t tell who they were. Believe me, it was wild!

Who knew a Nude Party could be so much fun?

After turning all of my things over, I found the first of 3 bars on the estate. Ordering something light, I couldn’t help but wander around and see what the place had to offer. There were nude people everywhere, and damn, the cocks were swinging. Some big, others small, it didn’t even matter. Everyone there was having a good time and no one seemed to even care about the lack of clothing. I know I loved it.

Making my way to the pool area, I settled in on a cabana bed at the end of the pool. It was one of those with a large bed and three sides enclosed with beautiful drapes. I didn’t stay alone for long. A beautiful redhead joined me on the bed and the party begun. A few kisses led to touching, and a whole lot more. She had stunning enhanced breasts. The kind you see in the centerfold of a men’s magazine. I couldn’t keep my hands or mouth off those nipples. Suckling one into my mouth, my hand found her bald little lips. Pushing two fingers in, she let out a moan of approval. She was delicious. For all of you 69 lovers, she was on top and that sweet pussy pumping down on my face. I love the taste of a woman.

To hear all the juicy details you’ll need to spend a little with me. Knowledge is expensive.

I met a very well hung man next. He had a 9 1/2 inch cock, and begged me to let him fuck me. Nope, I wasn’t breaking that rule. I did scoot to the edge of the bed and wrap my lips around his cock though. At first I doubted my ability to take it all, but with a little work his balls rested on my chin quickly. That’s a lot of cock down the throat, but your girl has some cock sucking skills.

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Truth or Dare? When was the last time you played that game?

“Only one rule. You can’t use your hands”

“I dare you!” he said.

Rolling her eyes, she couldn’t help but laugh. Why all the dares suddenly? Who pays for someone to sit an play games with them all night? He was the weirdest client to date. Usually, they did stupid things like stealing the hot sauce in a diner. Ordering pizza and having it sent elsewhere. Things that a teenager would do. This man was paying five grand a night to have a partner in crime. Tonight though, something seemed different from the man. He’s been drinking, and that’s never a good thing. Drunk men never make good choices.

“Dare me to what? Last time I walked into the gas station at 2 in the morning naked. I could have gone to jail for that one,” she laughed. It was funny at the time, but now, it was one of the dumbest things to do. Never one to pass up a dare, well, not when being paid for it, she had a feeling this one was unlike any of the others.

“I dare you to masturbate and not use any hands,” he smirked.

How the fuck do you masturbate without touching? There had to be a catch to this one, but sadly, he meant it. She was to get off with her hands tied behind her back—another rule of the game. There was no way to say no, but she could add a little twist to the game. He didn’t say where this had to happen, so why not shock the hell out of him and play the game her way?

“Game on. Let’s go, but I have one rule. We do this outside,” she laughed. Of course, he agreed, after all, it was his suggestion to play.

The hotel located about a block from a biker bar, she knew right away how this would play out. Her only worry was getting caught. Men love their toys, and touching one could mean getting her ass beaten. Something she wasn’t looking forward to happening.

“Black or green?” she asked.

“Black, why?” he said.

What she was doing was picking out a bike. If she was going to get off, why not live dangerously? She watched, making sure no one was outside before pulling her panties off, her skirt up, and straddling the seat. God, the cold leather against her slick bald lips, had her wet the moment she sat down.

“Fuck,” she moaned. More so because if someone came outside, how would she explain this? “Oh, hey, just needed to cum, and damn that seat was turning me on.” That wasn’t going to fly around here.

“Do it. I dare you,” he laughed.

Taking the scrunchie from her hair, she wrapped it around her wrists, her hips slowly rocking on the seat’s rippled exterior. Usually, she would massage her clit to get off or even twist her nipples until they turned a bright red shade. Today it was all pussy and leather. A combination that would set her off harder than she ever had.

“Let the show begin. If you see anyone come out, tell me quickly,” she added. A quick swipe of her tongue over her lips, she leaned her head back, arching her back and allowing her hips to slide forward. She was simulating riding the rider. Smooth cunt lips gliding along the surface, her juices building and seeping all over his seat. A slick stream of pussy juice making a slip n slide of the motorcycle seat. Her hands were unable to help. She pressed her nails into her palms, leaving deep indentations in her flesh.

Pulling a cigarette from the pack, her client leaned against the stop sign, watching with need in his eyes. He wasn’t going to get anything from her tonight but a bad case of blue balls. “Moan for me,” he said.

She closed her eyes. Her head tilted back. She moaned out from the now warm leather sensation against her flesh.

“Fuck, god damn,” she whimpered. Her pussy lips swollen from the friction, she thrust down hard on the seat, bucking her hips each time. She was close, too close to be honest.

“Do it!” he demanded.

Her cries of lust and need rolled off her tongue, filling the night air with her erotic melody without warning. She was cumming so hard that her inner walls ached from the collapse, juices pouring in a rushing river over the bike’s leather seat. Neither she nor her client heard the man come out of the bar, but she knew her ass was in trouble the moment she opened her eyes.

“Clean that shit off my fucking seat,” he said. His voice was demanding. Without warning, his hand-knotted in the back of her hair, yanking her from his bike.

The tall male pushed her face down to the seat, grinning the moment her cheek laid in her cum, “Lick it all up.”

She wanted to laugh but didn’t. Sliding her tongue from her mouth, licking the sweet nectar from the bike seat. She was as sweet as candy and addicted to her flavor. It wasn’t until her body lurched forward and her ass burned from the first welt did she realize this night was far from over.

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