The sun warmed my skin as I strolled through the park, the grass soft under my bare feet in these cheap sandals. My tight white t-shirt clung to my large tits, the thin fabric doing nothing to hide how my nipples hardened in the breeze, poking out like they were begging for attention. No bra, no panties, just these shorts hugging my ass and pussy so tight they outlined my camel toe for anyone who cared to look.

Mom’s nagging echoed in my head about my slutty outfits, but fuck that. I loved the thrill of eyes on me, the way my body drew stares. I was already wet, my pussy throbbing with that constant horniness that never quit, especially out here where anyone could see.

I swung my hips, feeling my ass cheeks jiggle, when this guy in his forties approached. Black hair, brown eyes, tall and confident in a long trench coat that looked out of place on such a nice day. He stopped right in front of me, blocking my path, and without a word, he grabbed the edges of his coat and flung it open.

Underneath, nothing.

His body was bare, and holy shit, his cock hung there, thick and heavy, already half-hard and wobbling with each breath. Big hairy balls dangled below, swinging slightly as he stood there exposed in the middle of the park. People walked by in the distance, but right now, it felt like just us, his brazen display hitting me like a rush of heat straight to my core.

‘Hi, little girl. See anything you like?’ he said, his voice low and bold, a smirk pulling at his lips as his cock twitched under my gaze.

My cheeks burned, but not from shame, from pure, aching want. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from that thick shaft, veined and promising, the way it bobbed like it knew I was staring. My heart pounded, pussy clenching as I imagined it in my mouth, the risk of someone spotting us only making me hornier.

I’d always craved this kind of attention, the public tease turning into something tangible. “Yeah. I like your cock,” I said, my voice husky, stepping closer without thinking.

The air between us crackled as his musky manly scent hit me, mingling with the fresh park smells.

He didn’t close the coat, just let it hang open, his hairy chest rising and falling as he watched me. I glanced around, trees rustled, a jogger passed far off, oblivious, and the thrill shot through me. My tits heaved under the shirt, nipples aching to be touched, and I felt my juices slicking my thighs inside those shorts.

I reached out, my hand trembling with excitement, fingers wrapping around his warm, thickening cock. It pulsed in my grip, growing harder as I stroked slowly, feeling the velvety skin slide over the rigid core.

“Fuck, it’s so big. Any wonder you like showing it off?” I whispered, my other hand cupping his heavy balls, the coarse hair tickling my palm.

They felt full of jizz, ready to unload, and I squeezed gently, drawing a low groan from him.

His brown eyes locked on mine, intense and hungry. “That’s it, stroke it good. You want this outside, don’t you? Right here, where anyone can watch. Or we can go over in those trees.”

His words sent a shiver down my spine, my pussy dripping now, soaking the fabric between my legs.

“Here,” I said, biting my lip, the emotional pull mixing with the raw need, wanting him to see me as the eager slut I was, to claim this moment in the open air.

I dropped to my knees on the grass, sandals scraping the dirt, my ass up in those tight shorts as I leaned in. The flasher’s cock loomed in front of my face, the head already beading with pre-cum, salty and inviting. I licked my lips, heart racing with the fear and thrill of exposure, then parted them and took him in. My mouth stretched around his girth, tongue swirling over the underside as I sucked, hollowing my cheeks. He tasted musky, real, his hips bucking slightly to push deeper.

“Oh shit, yeah, suck that cock,” he growled, one hand tangling in my blonde hair, guiding me without force.

I moaned around him, the vibration making his balls tighten in my hand. My free hand slipped between my legs, rubbing my swollen clit through the shorts, the friction sending sparks up my body. The park sounds faded, birds, distant laughter, but I knew eyes could be on us, watching this stranger face-fuck me in broad daylight.

I bobbed faster, saliva dripping down his shaft, coating his hairy base as I deep-throated him, gagging softly but pushing through, loving the fullness in my throat. My tits bounced with each movement, the t-shirt riding up to expose my underboob, nipples scraping the fabric. Emotion swelled in me, not just lust, but this wild connection, like he’d unlocked the boldest part of me right there on my knees.

He thrust gently, his breath ragged. “You’re a natural little cocksucker. Keep going, make me cum down your throat.”

I hummed in agreement, fingers circling my pussy harder, chasing my own release as his cock swelled, veins throbbing against my tongue. The risk heightened everything, my body trembling on the edge, waiting for what he’d do next.

The sun beat down on my back, warming the exposed skin where my t-shirt had ridden up, my large tits nearly spilling out as I knelt there in the grass. His cock filled my mouth, the thick head bumping the back of my throat with every bob of my head. I swirled my tongue around the veined shaft, tasting the salty pre-cum leaking steadily now, my lips sealed tight as I sucked hard, pulling him deeper.

Saliva escaped the corners of my mouth, dripping down my chin and onto my chest, soaking the thin fabric of my shirt until it turned translucent, my hard nipples visible through the wet material clinging to my curves.

A soft moan escaped me, vibrating along his length, and he groaned above me, his fingers tightening in my blonde hair. “Fuck, that’s good, keep sucking like that,” he rasped, his voice thick with need.

The rush hit me hard. This stranger, seeing me like this, on my knees in the open park, worshipping his cock with everything I had. It wasn’t just the physical ache in my jaw or the slick heat building between my legs. It was the way he looked at me, like I was his perfect little slut, bold and unashamed. My heart swelled with that mix of vulnerability and power, knowing I was giving him this, claiming the thrill for myself.

I glanced up through my lashes, meeting his brown eyes, dark with lust as he watched me work him. His trench coat hung open, framing his hairy chest and the way his abs tensed with each thrust. My hand pumped the base of his shaft where my mouth couldn’t reach, slick with spit, while my other fingers pressed harder against my pussy through the shorts.

The fabric was drenched, my clit throbbing under the rough friction, and I ground against my palm, chasing that building pressure. Every swirl of my tongue made the flasher’s cock twitch, the veins pulsing against my lips, and I felt so connected to him in this raw moment, like the park around us faded away.

But it didn’t.

Not really.

A couple strolled by on the path, maybe twenty feet away, the woman glancing over with wide eyes before whispering to her partner and hurrying on. Their stares sent a jolt straight to my core, my exhibitionist side igniting like fire.

I loved it, the voyeuristic eyes on us, knowing they saw my mouth stuffed with his huge cock, my ass up in these tight shorts that barely covered anything.

It fueled me, made my sucks more urgent, my tongue lapping greedily at the underside as I took him deeper, gagging just enough to make my eyes water but not stopping. Tears mixed with the saliva on my face, but I didn’t care; the thrill of being watched, exposed like this, had my pussy clenching, juices trickling down my inner thighs.

“Look at them watching you,” he murmured, his voice low and teasing, one hand stroking my cheek as he fed me more of his length. “They know what a horny little cocksucker you are.”

His words wrapped around my heart, stirring that deep emotional pull, the way he voiced my secret desires, making me feel seen, desired in this forbidden way. I hummed around him, the sound muffled, and bobbed faster, my head moving in a steady rhythm.

His heavy balls slapped against my chin with each forward push, the coarse hair brushing my skin, warm and musky. They felt so full, swinging heavily, and I reached up to cup them again, rolling them in my palm, feeling them tighten as his arousal built.

The sun warmed my bare shoulders, the grass tickling my knees through the thin sandals, and I arched my back, pushing my ass higher, hoping someone else would catch a glimpse of my camel toe or the way my shorts rode up. Another passerby, a guy on a bike, slowed down, his eyes locking on us for a beat too long before he pedaled away, and the rush made my whole body tremble.

My fingers slipped inside the waistband of my shorts now, directly on my slick pussy lips, circling my clit with frantic need. The dual sensations, the flasher’s cock stretching my mouth, my own touch sending sparks through me, blurred the line between giving and taking pleasure. I wanted the flasher’s cum, hot and thick down my throat, but more than that, I wanted this connection to stretch out, the high of being the flasher’s public plaything mixing with the urgent physicality.

He started thrusting harder, his hips snapping forward, balls pressing firmly against my cheek as he used my mouth. “Shit, you’re gonna make me explode. You suck cock like a pro. This is obviously not your first time,” he grunted, his free hand gripping the edge of his coat like he was holding back.

I sucked harder, tongue flicking the sensitive spot just under the head when I pulled back for air, then plunged again, taking every inch until my nose brushed his pubic hair. The scent of him, sweat, musk, piss, arousal, filled my senses, grounding me in the moment. My pussy fluttered around my fingers as I dipped two inside, fucking myself in time with his thrusts, the wet sounds lost in the slurps of my mouth on his cock.