The Perfect Match
Copyright© 2025 by Vanessa Evans
Chapter 3
Fiction Sex Story: Chapter 3 - Sara is a natural, subservient exhibitionist and I am a voyeur who loves candualism.
Caution: This Fiction Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Consensual Heterosexual Fiction Spanking Exhibitionism Sex Toys Public Sex Small Breasts Nudism
Sara’s parents house.
I got a warm greeting from Sara’ parents, and Tommy, her younger brother, and it didn’t take me long to see what Sara had said about her mother being very religious and old-fashioned, but she was pleasant with it. There was no way that I wanted to get in an argument with either of Sara’s parents so I just went along with everything that they said, after all, it was only for a couple of days.
I would describe those 2 days tense, cordial and frustrating. It had been 4 days since Sara and I had fucked, and her being beside me for most of that last 2 days only made it worse.
The night times were really bad. I was on the airbed in Tommy’s room, and, with my phone on mute. Sara and I had a text conversation with each of us describing what we would like to be doing to the other, and Sara describing what she was doing to her pussy.
Thankfully, Tommy was asleep as soon as his head hit his pillow.
A couple of times on both the nights, I suggested that we meet in the bathroom and get some relief, but there was only one bathroom and Sara was worried that we’d get caught, and she didn’t want to risk a fall-out with her parents.
That was the longest 2 days of my life and I was really pleased when we were walking towards the bus stop to go to the train station. Again, we were kissing on the bus, and my hand was under Sara’s coat and skirt making her cum. How Sara managed to not disturb the other passengers when she orgasmed I will never know.
After Sara had returned to normal she confessed that that was the first time that she had cum on a bus.
A few stops before we got to the train station we heard a girl say,
“Sara, Sara Thomson is that you?”
Sara froze, and I realised that Sara knew the girl. Our mouths parted, her hand left my jeans and my hand descended from under her skirt, although that left her skirt up around her waist and she made no attempt to pull it down leaving her bald pubis on display.
“Oh hi Mazie, how are you doing?”
“Judging by what you two were just doing, not a well as you. So who is this gorgeous hunk?”
“Mazie, Dylan, Dylan Mazie. Mazie was in my sixth form class at school so how are you Mazie, what are you doing with yourself these days?”
“I’ve got a temporary job at IKEA until I can find something better. You went to university didn’t you, is that where you met Dylan?”
“Yeah, almost love at first sight, anyone significant in your life Mazie?”
“Sorry, go to go, my stop, nice to see you again Sara.”
With that Mazie was gone and I turned back to Sara and put my hand on her bare thigh, her thighs having parted to give me access as she said,
“Well there no way that I’ll ever work at IKEA, now where were we?”
My hand went back to Sara’s clit, but not for long, the train station was the next stop.
The train journey from Sara’s parent’s house to my parent’s house.
The train was relatively quiet and we managed to get some seats on a row on our own. We took advantage of that and Sara unzipped my jeans, got my cock out and impaled herself sitting sideways on my lap. With her coat over her legs. My hands very visible, her keeping still and us talking, it looked like we were just cuddling at talking.
To try to make me last longer, I told Sara about my 2 items of good news. She clenched her pussy muscles when I told her that my mother was washing the sheets on my bed so that they would be fresh for us.
Secondly, I told her about my aunt Beth and that I’d be inheriting some money soon and we spent a good 15 minutes planning on what we’d do with the money before I told Sara that her pussy was driving my cock crazy and that I was going to cum.
We both sat there as I shot my load deep inside her.
As the train slowed on the approach to the station, we took it in turns to go to the bathroom to clean-up.
My parents house.
My mother was over the moon at meeting the girl who had stolen my heart and quickly put the kettle on and wanted Sara to tell her all about herself.
We all sat in the lounge while Sara was telling my mother, father and brother all about herself.
Tea finished, Toby, my brother, and I took the empty cups etc. into the kitchen.
“A right hottie you’ve landed there bro.” Toby said.
“Yes, I’m a lucky guy.”
“And I see that she likes short skirts and judging by her top she hasn’t got a bra on, you must get lots of flashes of her knickers.”
“Sara doesn’t wear knickers or a bra, she has very little, or no modesty Toby so you may well get a flash of something that our mother would say you shouldn’t see. However, Sara nor I, will be upset if you do accidentally see her charms. In fact, if Sara sees you staring at her bare tits or pussy, don’t panic or look away, she will enjoy you looking at her.
“Wow, you lucky bastard.”
When I managed to get a quiet word with Sara she told me that she really liked my mum and dad. Later, they were chatting nineteen to the dozen, again, as Sara helped my mother get the evening meal ready.
“Looks like you’ve got a good one there.” My father said as we watched the television. “Pretty and with a nice figure as well. Look after her son.”
“I intend to dad.”
Later, when I announced that Sara and I were going to bed, my mother said,
“Sorry, it’s such a small bed in Dylan’s room, we’ll see about getting a bigger one for next time that you come here, but I’m sure that you’ll manage.”
Toby said, jokingly, I think,
“You could always sleep on the sofa bro.”
I ignored that comment and Sara and I went up to my room.
As soon as the door was shut we almost ripped each other’s clothes off whilst kissing, and we passionately fucked on top of the bed. I had to hold my hand over Sara’s mouth to stop her letting everyone in the house know what we were doing.
About an hour later I went to the bathroom, then when I got back Sara said that it was her turn, picked up her toilet bag and went to open the door.
“Aren’t you going to put something on Sara?”
“No, I’m sure that your mother and father are in bed by now, Toby too, and it’s just along the landing.”
All was quiet for around 10 minutes then I heard whispering.
“Oh hi Toby, didn’t wake you did we?”
“Err no Sara, I was just playing on my Xbox.”
It was another minute or so before Sara came into the room, totally naked grinning and holding her toilet bag by her side.
“Well that’s your brother seen me like this, he didn’t seem upset.”
“He’s a healthy young man so why should he be upset? Besides, it was ages from me hearing you whispering to you getting back here, what were you up to?”
“Nothing, just letting Toby get a good look at me.”
“What did you do, lay on your back and spread your legs for him?”
“Shit, why didn’t I think of that. No, I just stood there and let him look. Now will you shut up and fuck me?”
I did, and we did, before we went to sleep with me spooning her and with my cock resting along her slit.
I woke up before Sara and quickly became aware that my cock was hard and still along her slit so I gently backed-up then slid forwards. The second time that I did that I realised that my cock was going inside her.
“That’s nice.” Sara said as she put her arm back, over my butt and pressed to keep my cock inside her.
Later that day, my mother and Sara were in the kitchen, dad was in the garage and Toby was in his room leaving me alone in the lounge. I was looking at photos on my phone and got to the video that someone had taken of Sara and I on the coffee table at the Halloween party. It had just got to the part where I was fucking her with the police night stick when, from behind me, I heard Toby say,
“Is that for real bro, you were fucking Sara with that stick at a party with everyone watching?”
“Yeah it was real, do you want a copy of the video?”
“Hell yeah, can you send me a copy?”
Seconds later I said,
“On it’s way Toby.”
Toby left and went up to his room, me guessing that his spank bank had just increased in size and that he was going to watch that video in the privacy of his room.
Later, I told Sara what I’d done and she replied,
“Good, send him the rest of the videos that you’ve got of me, I’m sure that he’ll enjoy watching them.”
So I did.
Later that day. Sara was again helping my mother get the evening meal ready while my father and I were sat opposite each other at the kitchen table talking when I suddenly saw my father’s face go all bright red.
In my peripheral vision I’d seen Sara go to the floor cupboards behind me and I quickly turned my head and saw Sara, bent at the waist with half of her bare butt and her pussy on full display.
Fighting the urge to smile, I asked,
“Are you okay dad?”
“Err, err, yes, for some strange reason I just remembered a very embarrassing incident that happened years ago.”
“Don’t you dare tell these two about that George.” My mother said, “you’ll embarrass them as well as me.”
Nothing more was said about it until I was in bed with Sara on top of me. She stopped bouncing up and down on me and said,
“You know Dylan, we need a code word that you can say when you see a guy looking at me and you don’t think that I know.”
“Sounds good to me, we’ll talk about it later, now, do I need to cover your mouth when you cum again?
Somehow, Sara managed to keep quiet during both the orgasms that she had.
The rest of the time at my parents house went well, especially when my mother told Sara that if she’d had a daughter she hoped that she’s turn out like Sara.
The next morning we left relatively early to catch the train back to the university having told my parents that we both had a lot of work to get done before the new semester started.
The train journey wasn’t very exciting because there were too many people on it. We considered having a quick fuck in the toilet, but after a quick inspection I decided that it was too smelly and filthy.
Back at the University.
Both Sara and I were hoping that her flatmates wouldn’t be there, and not get back until just before classes started again. They weren’t, and we had a great few days with Sara being naked everywhere in the flat and us fucking like rabbits all over the flat.
We went out a couple of the evenings to a pub and on both occasions I was sure that Sara skirt was the shortest skirt in the pub. I watched a few guys staring at her and I used the code word to let Sara know that she was being stared at, and both times she spread her knees enough for the voyeurs to be able to see her bald pussy. Both times Sara didn’t look towards the voyeurs which, possibly, let them stare for longer.
The semester up to the Easter break was mainly course work for both of us. No parties, no socialising, no shopping, other than food, and not a lot of Sara flashing her pussy deliberately to anyone, although, she has no idea how many accidental flashes she gave her flatmates, or her classmates.
Just before the Easter break, I got a phone call from my parents letting me know that the executors of aunt Beth’s Will were starting to distribute her legacy, and to keep an eye on my bank account.
I did, and a few days later I became speechless when I saw the balance. It close to 7 figures.
Of course, I just had to phone Sara and give her the good news. Sara, being Sara, told me that I should pay off my student loan and subsistence allowance and invest the rest of the money.
We nearly had our first real argument when I told her that I would be paying off her debts as well, that I’d only be investing around 50% of the rest. I told her that we’d both be getting a completely new wardrobe and that we’d be going on a long summer holiday to somewhere warm and somewhere where she could indulge in her fantasies.
Of course, Sara was happy, but at the same time feeling guilty because it was my money that she would be benefitting from.
We left it with us agreeing that Sara would repay me once she was working, although I had no intention of letting her pay back even a penny.
End of semester party.
The guys in my flat decided to have a party to celebrate the end of our second semester at university.
Of course, just about everyone there knew what had happened to Sara at the other parties that we’d been to and I guess that they were hoping that something similar would happen at our party, and it did.
Sara wore only a barely there dress and heels, and she made a big deal of drinking a lot. What people didn’t know was that it was me getting her the drinks, and only every fifth, or so, drink had alcohol in it.
As the party livened-up, so did Sara, talking to everyone and joining in all the silly party games that people organised, only, as the night wore on, Sara started to pretend that she was drunk, slurring words, swaying around and sometimes falling over.
Of course, each time that she fell over, in a carefully selected place, Sara gave all the people around a great view of her up her very short dress.
At one point. I was watching Sara from a distance, and talking to one of Rory’s mates who I hadn’t met before and he said,
“Look at that girl, she looks half pissed and half dressed, I’m sure I got a flash of her pussy a while back. What she needs is a good spanking to put her on the straight and narrow.”
Realising that he didn’t know that Sara was my girlfriend, I just replied,
“Agreed, but it is nice seeing some nice girl flesh at times.”
But that guy had given me an idea, something that I had never considered before. A little later when I managed to get a quiet word with Sara, I quietly asked,
“Would you finish with me if I spanked you Sara?”
“You’ve spanked me before Dylan, so no, I wouldn’t.”
“But that was only playful spanks, they never hurt you.”
“You want to properly spank me Dylan?”
“Just an idea Sara, what do you think?”
“Well, if it wasn’t in public, then I might finish with you, does that answer your question?”
“Yes, here, have another cola and go and pretend to be half pissed.”
Sara did, going to Max and a few girls who were dancing in a corner of the room. Meanwhile I was trying to think of a way that I could get Sara naked and spank her with everyone watching.
It was getting late and I still hadn’t thought of an excuse to spank Sara when she herself gave me a reason. I had been watching her sway around a little as she talked to a couple of guys when she put a hand out to put on one of the guys arms, but she missed his arm and went flying to the floor, knocking over a couple of beer bottles and landing on a girl who was sat on the floor.
The idea hit me and I went over to Sara and pulled her to her feet loudly saying,
“Bloody hell Sara, do you have to get so pissed that you can’t even stand up, you need to be taught a lesson.”
I pulled her across the room and stood in front of a vacant chair. With Sara swaying a little as she stood in front of me. I started unfastening the buttons down the front of her dress and when I got about half way she said,
“What are you doing Dylan, it’s not bed time yet is it?
I didn’t answer her, I just finished unbuttoning her dress then pushed the shoulder straps off her shoulder. The dress hit the floor, but Sara took a couple of seconds before her hands moved to cover her tit and pussy, but missed and covered her lower ribs and the tops of her thighs.
“What are you doing Dylan, I’m naked. These people can see my pussy.”
Again I didn’t answer her as I put my hands on her hips and gently moved her so that she was stood on my right. Gently grabbing her arms, I sat and pulled her down across my lap as she again said,
“What are you doing Dylan?”
“Teaching you a lesson young lady.”
I was about to tell Sara to spread her feet, but when I looked at them I saw that they were already well apart. I looked up at the people standing on my right and saw that most of them were looking at Sara’s bare butt and pussy.
My right hand came down on Sara’s butt with a loud crack.
“Ouch, one, thank you sir, please give me another swat.” Sara said.
I looked down to Sara’s head but I couldn’t see her face because of her hair.
“Did I hear that right?” I thought just before I landed another swat.
“Ouch, two, thank you sir, please give me another swat.”
“Where the hell did you learn that?” I thought just before I landed another swat.
“Ouch, three, thank you sir, please give me another swat.”
“We’re definitely going to have to talk about this later.” I thought as I landed another swat.
On it went until I’d landed 30 swats. By then my hand was starting to hurt and Sara’s butt looked very red.
“Get up Sara.” I said, and as she did I watched her try to decide where she should put her hands, on her painful butt, or try to cover her tits or slit. I resolved that problem for her.
“Hands by your sides girl.”
Sara did.
“Now do a slow 360 so that everyone can see how red your butt is.”
With her looking down at the floor, Sara did a really slow 360 as we listened to the mixed comments about her red butt and her naked body in general.
My cock was painfully straining at the front of my jeans, and I was sure that Sara’s pussy would be tingling something rotten, and leaking like a tap.
“Now go and stand in the corner Sara, count to 50 the turn around so that you are facing everyone. Count to another 50 then turn to face the corner. Keep doing that until I come and collect you. Oh, if anyone comes up to you and fondles you tits or pussy, don’t stop them until you have to turn round, and keep those legs spread wide girl.
She did, and I noticed that she stood with her eyes firmly on the carpet just in front of her feet that were more that shoulder width apart. I just knew that she was loving every second.
“Right,” I announced, “now that that’s taken care of, where did I put my beer?”
I so wanted to drag Sara to my room and fuck her brains out, but I knew that she would be enjoying every minute of her humiliation, so I left her in the corner as quite a few people went to get a closer look at her, some feeling her tits or her pussy. A few were also taking photographs and I knew that Sara would be happy about that as well.
Some people there came to ask me some questions. Most of them being: -
“Is Sara really your girlfriend?”
“Have you spanked her before?”
“How often do you spank her?”
“Aren’t you going to fuck her with something like you did at that Halloween party?”
“How long are you going to leave her there?”
“Do you tie her to your bed as well?”
“Do you rent her out?”
“A bit harsh that punishment isn’t it?”
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