I Got Spanked and Fucked on a Public Massage Bench

I was buzzing. I’d never felt anything like it. In that grubby spa I’d stripped completely in front of perfect strangers. I’d made them watch Jake’s dick inside me, and it was the hottest thing I’d ever done or probably ever would. Nothing could top it, or so I thought. I loved Jake for all of it. I knew I’d never have found my body the way I had without him, and I felt completely safe with him no matter what we got into or set up. Pandora’s box was open.

Jake and I met for coffee and talked without going anywhere private. I was dying to go over every second of the spa, but I had to wait. After three or four meetings, Jake finally brought it up. I’d started to wonder if he regretted the whole thing or felt awkward looking back. It turned out he was worried about how I felt. In the end I just said it. “I loved it. Completely.” I dropped my voice to a whisper because the tables nearby were full of ladies who lunch. “Was turning on the light too much?”

Sharing the Raw Memories

Jake told me he’d kept his eyes closed the second the room lit up. But he still had a clear picture in his head of me staring at the window and the faces while I rocked on his dick with my thighs spread wide. My picture was more raw. I remembered their faces watching. Staring. I remembered my nipples aching while I pulled and pinched them, knowing I was tugging them toward the faces behind the glass. My eyes stayed locked on them as I tried to picture how it looked from their side. The memory made my pussy clench even now, hours later, as I sat across from him sipping lukewarm coffee.

Once we broke the ice talking about the spa, I took the chance to tell him what I’d found. “I’ve found a place I want us to go.” A week later my nerves were back as we pulled up. The single-story building had a big parking lot with about ten cars already there in the early afternoon sun. Everything felt casual when we walked in, paid, and grabbed the usual blue towels. The changing room had clean new lockers next to a shared shower and a sauna. Outside I saw around fifteen people on loungers by a clear pool with a hot tub at one end. Everyone was naked. Unlike the last spa, both men and women were there, though there were more men. By the time I put my bag and jacket in a locker, Jake was already wrapped in his towel. While he went to the toilet I reached into his open locker, slipped his phone into my little drawstring bag with the other things I’d brought, and tied my short kimono. I grabbed my towel and the bag and we walked to the far end of the pool area.

Jake laid his towel on a lounger and stretched out, looking relaxed and tanned. I felt pale next to him. A lot of people seemed to glance our way, maybe because we were new. There were a few single men but mostly couples. Jake’s body shone with sweat. His dick rested on his thigh, twitching now and then. “Take off the robe,” he said. I looked around, felt the eyes on me, untied the belt, and let the robe slip off my shoulders. Even with the nerves, the sun felt good on my skin. I lay back, knowing some eyes were still on me, and liked it. My nipples tightened in the breeze, and I wondered how many men were already imagining their mouths on them.

A few minutes later a couple walked past us naked toward the pool. Her body was strong and tanned, with long hair pulled back, small breasts, and a smooth pussy. Her partner was softer and not very big. I looked. They stepped into the shallow end and swam, chatting and touching. The water must have been warm because nobody flinched. Other people joined them, including some of the single men who just leaned on the edge and watched. Jake said we should swim. I put the kimono back on, hung it with the towel on a hook, and followed him into the warm water. I couldn’t help wrapping my legs around him for a kiss. The pool felt great with about ten people in it. Jake noticed how different my breasts and nipples looked in the heat, soft but swollen. I bobbed a little so he could see, and noticed others looking too. The clear water showed his dick getting hard and swaying as he moved. When we held each other it pressed against my mound and stomach. The whole thing felt unreal. I was naked in a pool full of strangers, letting a man push his hard cock against me. We stayed far enough from everyone that our arousal didn’t show. So far the place was just naturist, and I didn’t want us kicked out for getting carried away. We laughed and enjoyed it. Then everything shifted.

Poolside Show Begins

The man we’d first seen climbed halfway out and sat on the wide steps with his ass just in the water, leaning back on his elbows like he wanted everyone to see his belly and cock. His partner knelt between his knees on the step below. She leaned forward and took his soft dick into her mouth while she stroked it. She started bobbing her head. Then she lifted her ass out of the water so everyone in the pool had a clear view of her round cheeks, her asshole, and her shaved pussy. Everybody watched, including us. We were only a few meters away, but some swimmers moved closer. I watched her mouth work on him while the water lapped between her legs. Grabbing Jake’s dick felt natural. His hand cupped one side of my ass, fingers resting in the crack. It ended fast. The man lifted his hips and came in her mouth while she kept sucking. I caught myself wondering what it tasted like. My own pussy was dripping now, slick against Jake’s thigh as I held on tighter.

After a minute we got out, dried off, and sat for a bit. Then I suggested we look around the rest of the place. I knew one spot I wanted to see. We walked to the outbuilding, pushed open the heavy door, and stepped into a dimly lit space with rooms on both sides of a central area. The dungeon. It was a converted barn. In one corner stood a tall X-shaped cross with straps. Deeper in was a low bench covered in red leather. At one end two padded stools were hinged to the bench so they could swing out at an angle. Knee rests. We were alone for now. I climbed onto the bench on my elbows and knees, feet apart on the stools. For the first time I told Jake to look in my bag. Inside were baby oil, a small vibrator, and his phone. “Take my picture?” He didn’t need asking twice. Signs everywhere said no phones or cameras, so we had to move fast. I leaned forward and closed my eyes. Jake untied my belt and slid the kimono off my shoulders and down to my waist. He moved my hair so my face showed and took the shot. Then another. I wanted him to have these pictures. “Here’s more for you.” I reached back, grabbed the hem of the robe, and pulled it up over my ass. “Before anybody comes in.” Jake stepped behind me. My knees were apart, so my cheeks were too. I felt a little self-conscious about how pale my ass must look, but I was glad he could see my pussy and asshole. I didn’t know how close he got with the camera. I didn’t care. I was soaked. I dreaded someone walking in. Or did I? I wasn’t sure. Was I hoping someone would watch? Just as the door opened, Jake pulled the kimono down and slipped the phone back in the bag.

I suggested a drink. We went to the kitchen, then into a small room with no windows. A TV on the wall played porn. A large red bed took up most of the space. We claimed it right away. At that point I would have done anything for an orgasm, but Jake offered to use the oil and give me a massage. I wasn’t arguing. I lay on my front while he pulled the robe off my shoulders and dragged it slowly over my ass. I wiggled a little. He worked the oil into my back, shoulders, and arms. It felt good, but I was impatient for his hands lower. I opened my legs a bit and tugged at his towel until it landed in the corner. As he massaged my ass cheeks I couldn’t stay still. I kept lifting my hips to meet his hands. He lay beside me, kept rubbing with one hand, and I felt the heat of his body against my hip. Then he got up, pushed my knees together, and knelt over my thighs. He squeezed with his knees and slid his dick into the tight crack of my ass. I pushed back against it. I wanted him inside me. His hands gripped my hips and lifted me onto my knees and elbows. His dick moved from between my cheeks and rested against my asshole. I knew what I wanted. I had to ask. “Spank me please?” I said it low, half hoping he wouldn’t hear, half hoping he would. He heard. Without moving his dick he rubbed one cheek, then his hand left and came back hard. The sting surprised me, but my other cheek felt left out until he cupped and rubbed it. He did it again on the other side. Half a dozen times. I loved it. It hurt. Then his dick left my ass and pressed against my pussy. He could have waited while I pushed back, but he didn’t. He drove in hard and fast, filling me. I wanted to watch it happen. I wanted someone else there to tell me what I couldn’t see. I wanted to hear that his dick was against my ass, that he was spreading my lips, that my breasts were swinging with every thrust. I really wanted that. I pictured it and made up the voice in my head.

Jake held still inside me, probably trying not to come. Warm oil dripped down my crack and over my pussy around his dick. His thumbs slid down my ass and met at my asshole. One circled and pressed while he started thrusting again. The wet sound was loud. I loved it. Jake came hard inside me, long and hot. He collapsed on top of me, then pulled out and lay beside me. I needed more. I didn’t want him drifting off. I grabbed his phone from the bag and handed it to him. I pushed him onto his back and lay between his legs. His dick rested soft on his thigh, shiny with us. I wrapped my fingers around it and licked and sucked until he was clean. He tasted good. He took close-up pictures while I worked. I lay on my back and watched him take out the vibrator. I took it from him and pressed it to my right nipple while I held his dick against my left. The vibration made the nipple hard and long. I used the toy on the head of his dick and my other nipple until I had to move it lower. Jake kept taking pictures as I worked the vibrator over my pussy and finally onto my clit. The mix of the toy, the pictures, and his dick against my breast pushed me over. I slid a finger between my lips and circled my entrance. Jake switched to video as I came hard around my own finger. He replaced it with his and kept going. He found the right spots and added a second finger, pumping fast. It wasn’t just another orgasm. I lifted my hips and gushed, soaking his hand, his arm, the towel, and my ass. I wasn’t ready for that. I was shaken. Shocked. Overwhelmed. It took a while to settle. I’d never had an orgasm like it. I felt self-conscious about the mess, but mostly I wondered if Jake could make it happen again whenever he wanted.