Be Careful What You Wish for Part 5
Exhibitionist & Voyeur Story

Be Careful What You Wish for Part 5

by Rystalg 18 min read 4.5 (5,100 views)
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The night was a blur of sexual debauchery. Geoff not only indulged my every whim, but he heightened my desires and took things to a new level. Bent over the computer desk in my bedroom, he brutalized my ass while we watched adult theater porn. I screamed in passion, begging him to ravage me harder, deeper, and faster. On the floor, I humped his face as his tongue danced inside my drenched hole.

We made love, had sex, and fucked. Yes, there are differences. Momentarily sated and thoroughly exhausted, I fell into a languid slumber, waking with the sun and feeling refreshed. I woke my new boyfriend by sucking his magic cock to life and rode him until he promised to blast his cum all over my face, tits, and body, so I could wear his liquid lust on my flesh.

"Are you going to dominate me and tell me what to do, tonight? I'd get off so hard by you ordering me around in front of your friends."

He chuckled, got up, and put his hands around my neck, as if preparing to choke me. My thighs instinctively spread in submission, my breath coming in aroused, jagged heaves.

"I don't see a slave collar around your perfect neck. You are not my property to command."

"What if I want that?"

"Tell you what," he said. "I'll buy you a slave collar. When you want to be treated like a piece of sexual property, put it on. You can, of course, remove the collar any time you choose, but while you wear, you are mine to command."

My fingers flew to my throbbing clit. "Just promise me you'll make me be a dirty fucking slut."

"I swear it."

My lover had work obligations, leaving me alone for the day. As soon as my front door latched shut, my fingers buried themselves in my sodden slit, my passions reigniting. I had to clean my house, making it presentable. However, chores could wait until I had another orgasm or three. The sensual aroma of his dried jizz on my overheating flesh aroused me to the point that my nectar poured down my legs and my clit throbbed. My plan to box and store my myriad sex toys was delayed when I plugged my well-used holes with vibrators and dildos, fucking myself to oblivion.

As every minute ticked by, my mind further filled with anticipation. I'd soon have four men captive in my house, and I was going to tease them, making them so horny for me that, hopefully, at least one of them would cum in his pants. The idea of behaving came, unbidden, to my mind. I immediately laughed it off, knowing that no matter how hard I tried to be a good girl, I just couldn't--wouldn't. I preferred five guys over four. That would give me one for each hole and one for either hand.

My mind played fantasies of how I could use them to satisfy myself. I imagined myself cursing and begging, covered in cum, my makeup smeared from lust, and those sexy men stroking themselves over me. Then I thought about Geoff. Not only was he an amazing lover, almost psychically knowing exactly what I wanted and how I desired it, but I felt genuine comfort and attraction around him. My heart and soul seldom aligned with my libido. I hoped that I wouldn't scare him away.

Moaning in frustration as I forced my fingers away from my swollen clit, I texted my new boyfriend. "Watcha doing?"

His response came thirty seconds later, which made me smile. "Collar shopping."

My pussy gushed. "Really?"

"Do you like this one?"

A picture followed. My already-hard nipples further engorged at the sight. The photo showed a woman from her lips to her cleavage, wearing a delicate silvered slave collar. She was blushing with arousal, her teeth gnawing on her bottom lip. Her smooth neck sported the jewelry, and her breasts were ripe with lust. I could see the top corner of her name tag, which meant she worked wherever Geoff shopped, and she willingly modeled for him. That made sense; he was pure eye candy, and his aura of lusty sexuality made women wet, me included.

"Are you going to fuck her while she wears the collar? It would be so hot to force me to wear it after that."

"No," he replied. "But I love how you think."

He certainly knew how to play my games, and I loved it.

"Question, stud. Should I wear the boots with my elf costume or high heels?"

"Send pics of both."

"You just want to see me!"

"Of course I do. Everything about you is perfect, arousing, and stunning. Fucking hot, too."

Wow! I sprinted into the bedroom and practically jumped into the elfin boots made to match my cosplay outfit. Standing in front of the mirror, I took a snapshot of me from the waist down, ensuring that he had a good view of my neatly-trimmed fiery pubes.

"Like?"

"Amazing, stunning, and sexy. The boots are nice too. Ever been fucked wearing those boots?"

"Dozens of times."

Because my fingers were invading my cunt, I kicked off the boots and managed to stop masturbating long enough to don the heels. The white leather pumps sported deadly five-inch stiletto heels, open toes, and long laces that wound their way up my calves. I usually attract ass-men, but every time I wore them, foot fetishists from miles around came running.

For that shot, I lay back on the bed and spread my legs. I rather likes the way it turned out. The high heels were perfectly displayed, and my hot, wet pussy was perfectly frames by my cum-saturated thighs. My fingers were flying over my clit when I took the selfie, and it was a hot, nasty, dirty picture.

"What do you think about that?"

"To see you is to want you."

"Did I make your dick hard? Fuck that slutty cashier in the picture and come back, so I can lick her cum off your cock."

He ignored my slutty pleas. "Which pair makes you feel sexiest?"

"The heels."

"There's your answer. See you tonight."

I removed the footwear and cleaned them with a polishing wipe, followed by sanitizing wipes. That was a good idea; a drop of dried cum was one the shoes from the last time I wore them. Clean, shiny, and sexy I ran my fingers over the glimmering leather and shrugged. Moaning over how slutty I am, I lay back and spread my legs, plunging one of the heel into my dripping hole. As I fucked myself, moaning and whimpering in passion, the other shoe ran over my body, stimulating my aching nipples and stabbing into my needy flesh. Inspired, I recorded a short video.

"I'm so fucking horny! I need to fucking cum. Does it make you hard, watching me fuck myself with my slutty heels?" I fucked myself hard and deep with the leather shoe, screaming in passion. "Fuck, I"m fucking cumming. Oh shit, fuck, oh, fuck. So good. Mmm, aah. Fuck!"

In post-orgasmic bliss, I watched my tawdry footage, then sent it to Geoff.

"You are dirty fucking slut," he texted.

I read the message, my jaw dropping. I knew it! He couldn't handle me. Resigned to my fate, I could only smile. Albeit short, it was fun while it lasted. I'd miss his magic cock, and my heart actually felt some sorrow.

My phone dinged, another message. "I'm so proud of you!" A smiley face followed.

"You fucking bastard! I thought I went too far and lost you."

"I know who my father is. If you want me to stay over tonight, wear those high heels to bed."

I smiled, bouncing up and down on my bed with joy. "Just promise me you'll cum on my shoes, so I can lick it off of them."

"Does your costume have elf ears? Never fucked an elf."

"Tonight's your lucky night. Can you come over before your friends get here? I want a warm-up fuck."

"Can't. Work. See you tonight, my sylvan vision."

I wiled away the time, fingering myself as I thought up ways to tease. Wanting to feel as slutty as possible, I spent my day mostly nude, only wearing my freshly-fucked heels. My home office required a scanty bit of dusting, and I had the foresight to leave a bullet vibrator at my computer station. If was am extremely quiet one that I sued for public masturbation. All of the gaming system were fired up and checked, and I ensured that the connection node with the battle Realms servers was operating at full capacity.

"Oh, shit! They'll be here any minute." Lost in thought, I'd lost track of time.

I tore off my slutty heels and ran into the shower. As soon as the hot water cascaded over my nudity, my mind fixated on getting slammed hard and deep in the shower. The feeling of getting pounded to oblivion while rivulets of liquid heat washed over me enticed. I quickly turned the shower head to the hard massage setting and let the steaming water pulse against my clit. My hips pumped back and forth as my knees grew weak. My back fell against the wet tile, one hand squeezing my tits as I moaned. Then, I heard the faint sound of my doorbell. It didn't register, at first, so I continued. Right when the pulverizing throes of passion threatened to consume me, I heard the bell ringing once more, followed by knocks.

"Coming!" I shouted, turning off the water.

I quickly ran a towel over my red hair and grabbed the first garment in reach. It was a micro-thin silk robe in pale green. The cut was short and sexy, and the lapels were designed to reveal rather than cover. Under normal circumstances, the wispy material enhanced the body it covered. When I wore it, the outlines of my areolas could be easily seen, and my constantly erect nipples poked through. With my body drenched, it became scandalous. Smiling at the sultry vision in the mirror, I pranced out of my bathroom to the front door.

"Who is it?" I cooed.

My hand descended to my already-soaked pussy, wetting my fingers. Withdrawing my dripping digits, I used my sexual nectar as a perfume, dabbing some at the nape of my neck and between my breasts. It drives lovers mad with desire.

"Amber?" an uncertain voice called. "It's John. We spoke on the phone last night, and you invited us over to game."

I unlocked the front door and slung it wide open. The men's eyes nearly jumped out of their sockets when they saw me.

"Sorry, boys," I began, giving them the lustiest smile I could muster. "I was in the shower." I shrugged exaggeratedly, feeling my boobs bounce. Their eyes fixated on my prominent nipples. "You're John, and you're Gary. I'm sorry. I didn't get your name last night on the phone."

"Um, hi. I'm Toby."

All three were sexy in their own ways. John was a bristling, musclebound man with tribal tattoos running over his arms. He reminded me of a Viking warrior. Gary was athletic, with perfectly coiffed hair and gleaming blue eyes. His facial features were handsome, and he had an assured confidence in his demeanor. Toby was short and wiry with longish black hair and a cute, matching goatee.

"Well, come on in, boys, and make yourselves at home. If you don't mind waiting, I can throw on some clothes, but if you want to geek out and see my computer room, I'd love to give you guys nerd-gasms."

"Geoff never mentioned that you have a computer room."

"Of course, he didn't. He never made it further than the bedroom. Follow me, and I'll show you what I've got."

They didn't say anything, but I knew my double-entendre wasn't lost on them. Knowing that their lusty gazes were riveted on my ass, I gave my hips extra sway as I led them to my home office. It doubled as a gaming room. As soon as I hit the light switch and the mood lighting came on, they gasped in astonishment.

A run of four gaming systems lined one wall, each terminal having its own alcove. Low walls, just under head height separated them. You could easily talk to the people beside you. Dual monitors, one forty inches, the other an elongated rectangle, capped the desktops. Bluish lights lines the walls, and a one-hundred-inch display screen faced the computers. My terminal was at the far wall and was walled off at waist height. I could easily fuck myself while they played without revealing my actions.

"I'm in heaven! This looks like the bridge on a spaceship."

"You ain't seen nothing yet. Let me show you how these rigs work."

"How can you afford all this?" Gary asked my tits.

"I'm up here," I reminded. Just to torture him, I shook my shoulders back and forth, giggling. "Geoff didn't tell you that I'm a graphics designer and modeler?"

"Um, yeah, he did, but he didn't say you're rich."

"Well, that's how. Come on. You'll love this."

We huddled over one of the terminals, and my arousal peaked. I was the slutty filling of a hunk sandwich. I had a man on either side of me, and one directly behind me. All I needed was a few sexy women to feast on. I could feel the heat of their bodies as they pressed against me. Bending further, my ass cheeks pressed into Toby's crotch. I smiled when I felt his manhood swell against my rump. Gary stared at me quizzically. I shot him a naughty wink and explained the gaming systems.

"Okay. The smaller, tall monitors hold your inventory, quick command menu, chat window, and webcam views." I pointed as I pulled up the gaming interface and demonstrated. "Those are touch-screen for ease of use. Each kiosk has a face and a profile cam. The big screen over there can display any monitor or a montage of all of them. This button, here, lowers the big screen so you have a better view."

"Wow," Toby exclaimed. "These specs are killer and the sound is amazing."

"Yep. Nothing but the best. I run everything from mission control, over there."

I shifted my position, allowing the slutty robe of gap open a bit more. John instantly noticed, apparently a tit-man. My sexual heat exploded, and I considered dropping to my knees and sucking all three of them off. I wanted to torture them, relishing the effect my sexuality has on people.

"There she is, surrounded by horny assholes," Geoff's voice rang out.

The guys looked guilty, quickly distancing themselves from me. I pouted.

"Geoff," I blurted. "You remembered the code."

Tits bouncing and my robe flapping up with every step, I bounded over to my new boyfriend and wrapped my arms around him, kissing him passionately. I'm not just another slutty face; I know how to make my lovers look and feel good. It was obvious that Geoff and his friends were close, so all I had to do was make them wish they were him.

As we kissed, a pressed my body against him, moaning into his mouth as I writhed. Geoff's friends had been lusting over my body since I first let them inside, so that part was easy. My hand reached back and caressed his taut butt, then slunk around front to fondle his manly package. Breaking our torrid kiss, I nuzzled against his strong chest, idly stroking his cock through his jeans.

"I have something for you," my lover said, smiling.

He reached to his back pocket and pulled out the silvery collar I saw earlier. If he would have brought me the woman who had worn it, I would have happily put on a show.

Because the thought aroused me, I screeched, "My slave collar!"

I shot my boyfriend a sly wink when his buddies groaned. I quickly dropped to my knees and spread my thighs apart. My back was turned to Geoff's friends, but what I did was obvious. My head raised, looking up into his eyes, and I laid my hands on my thighs, my back straight.

"Collar your sex slave, Master. Make me yours. I'll do anything you say, anything at all. Just, please, collar your horny slave."

"Dude, marry her!"

Everyone laughed. Mission accomplished. I sprung up, spinning around to give Geoff's friends a cheap thrill. I counted to seven before they'd wrenched their gazes from between my legs.

I smiled. "I'll go put on my sexy night elf costume while you boys settle in. I have the Demon King of Zuul ready to launch, whenever you guys are ready. I'll wheel out drinks and snacks." I paused. "That reminds me. If you're going to drink of otherwise imbibe, hand me your car keys."

"Um, I drove," John said.

Smiling like the cat how caught the canary, I strutted up to him and thrust my hand in his front pocket. I immediately felt his car keys, but his body slightly trembled, so I drew out the torture. My hand fished around inside his pocket, grazing his swelling penis.

"My," I quipped. "What a big, huge... set of keys you have. Mine now."

I strutted away, leaving the computer room. Rather than walk down the hall to my bedroom, I silently flung my back against the hallway's wall. Reaching under my robe, my hand instantly became soaked. My thighs felt like fire to my touch. One finger invaded my sodden sex, the other furiously rubbing my swollen nub.

"No offense, Geoff," Toby said. "But your new girlfriend is super fucking hot."

"Yeah," John agreed. "She's gorgeous and so sexy. Cool too. Did you see her computer getup?"

"Nope," Geoff confessed. "First time for me."

"Can't blame you. If I had a sexy vixen like that dropping to her knees in front of me, her gaming system could wait."

"Dude, she's way out of your league, how'd you manage that?"

I heard Geoff laugh. "She walked over while I was eating lunch, told me how sexy I was, and challenged me to pick her up."

"Challenge accepted!"

"When you guys break up, I'm asking her out."

"Is she good in bed?"

I listened, fingering my snatch until I had a very intense but silent orgasm. While they "oohed" and "aahed" over my computer network, I slunk away to put on my costume. What I didn't tell them was that I was a texture and background designer for Battle Realms. I loved the work, enjoyed my coworkers, and the pay was top-tier. The night elf outfit was for conventions, which were mandatory to attend. We even got paid to go to gaming conventions.

The custom-crafted outfit consisted of a pale grass green halter top made of soft leather scales. It was backless and hung loose enough that my boobs had plenty of room to bounce and jiggle. The bottom skirt section was more of a long loin cloth, made of matching inverted triangles. The top band hung over my waist, which left my hips and all of my legs exposed. Ornately decorated in bas-relief sigils, the entirety was trimmed with a deep forest green, silvery and golden threads woven through it in patterns.

The outfit originally came with a full-sleeved body suit. The legs and arms were dyed to resemble elfin chainmail armor over a muscular lady-elf's body. Following both my desires and Geoff's request, the body suit went unworn. A tiny, delicate cape with a dramatic taper clasped onto the halter's shoulder straps, and a piece of full-arm armor, complete with pauldron, attached on the left arm. Without the undergarment, the sexy and figure-enhancing costume became super-slutty.

I did my makeup to match, using greens, smoky darks, and hints of silver, especially around my blacked-out lips. Spraying some glitter into my long red hair and applying the elf ears completed my ensemble. Looking in the mirror, standing horny and proud in my stiletto heels, I looked so fuckable that I had to fight the urge to masturbate. Instead, I jogged into the kitchen and pulled out tons of snacks, five bags of edibles, and a small bar's worth of booze, including artisan beer in long neck bottles.

"I see you boys are loving my rig. I told you that it was state-of-the art."

They immediately stopped their chattering and gawked at me. Geoff shot me that roguish smile that makes me so wet. John stared, his jaw gaping. Gary's eyes grew so wide that he looked like a cartoon, and Toby whistled.

"You like?" I twirled around, giggling.

"Sorry, Amber," John apologized. "I didn't mean to stare."

"Nonsense. If I didn't like you looking, I wouldn't have dressed up all sexy. Gawk away. I like it."

"Yep." Geoff laughed, and I smiled. "Amber's not shy about being the most perfect goddess to walk the earth."

"Um, you're not going to kick my ass or something, are you?"

"Not at all. We're dating. I don't own her."

"Dude! We just saw her beg for you to own her. That reminds me, Amber, do you have a sister?"

"Yep," I lied. "She's a nun." I waited for the crestfallen expressions. "Just kidding. Only child. Anyway, I have beer, whiskey, scotch, rum, wine, and all the mixers. Here's some high-grade weed, if you smoke, and a ton of Goddess Green edibles. These are for euphoria, these are to chill out, and these are my favorites. Euphoria, loss of inhibitions, and just one of them will make you super horny."

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