Exporoni Visits a Sex Offender

Ray had read an article about sex offenders and that you could go on-line and see where they live and what they were convicted of, even see a photo of the person. Of course we Googled our own small town and could not believe all the perverts that lived around us, some only a couple of miles away!!

Reading the article made his warped mind imagine how HOT and maybe fun to have me dress REALLY sexy, short skirt, low-cut blouse with a lot of cleavage and knock on their door and pretend I was selling something or some other bullshit story. It sounded pretty wild, but also maybe a little scary.

But the next old dude we visited was a different story! It was the following Saturday morning about 10 AM; I dressed in my sluttiest clothes and made up my face with lots of eye liner, heavy mascara and bright red lipstick. I even put on perfume!! I am petite, not even five feet tall and weigh about eighty pounds; I have dark, almost black, hair and equally dark eyes and a splash of freckles. My waist is barely twenty inches but my chest is thirty-six inches and I wear a C+ cup. I also have a round, tight little ass, almost a "bubble" butt.

The previous "victims" got the more subtle and subdued "Roni" but this dude was going to get hit with both barrels!! Because my skirt was so short, Ray had me trim and closely crop my pussy hair and then wear a teeny-tiny pair of lavender thong panties that split right between my fat pussy lips, barely even covering my CLITORIS. The panties were even see-thru, so with my CLITORIS purple and swollen it would be VERY easy to see. He also had me apply some deep red (almost crimson) lipstick on my labia! OMG! I looked like I should be walking a street somewhere!!

His address was just on the outskirts of town and when we drove past it seemed to fit him: an old run-down trailer with three of four derelict autos in a yard over grown with weeds and all kinds of crap and broken items littering the property. The old storm door on the front door had no glass or screen and even appeared to have been kicked in. A real dump.

Ray stopped me and asked me to make him HARD. I told him I planned to but he meant himself, he wanted me to first make his dick hard. I pulled my top down and let my ta-ta's out, pinching and twisting my nipples. Reaching for the seat lever I laid it back a couple of notches and pulled my skirt up, showing him my fat pussy lips hanging out over the thin strip of my panties.

Moving the little strip back between my labia, my wet slit saturated the thin material as I pulled my pink shirt up just enough to cover my erect nipples. Moving the seat upright, I stepped out of the car.

The walk seemed incredibly long as I thought I saw someone watching me through the dirt encrusted window. I tried to "strut" but it was more like stumble through the deep ruts of the dirt drive-way, and in my stiletto heels, it was not easy. Ray told me later that when I got out of the car, my skirt had ridden up, way up, and barely came to the top of my panties, fully exposing my bare ass. With my transparent shirt, showing off my C+ cup titties and my tiny black skirt pulled up exposing my naked pussy lips, I was making this LONG walk up to the home of a registered sex offender virtually naked.

He came out on the porch, not so much a porch but a small four-by-four sheet of plywood atop some stacked cinder blocks. It was probably my imagination but I swear no one has EVER stared at me like this old pervert did. Oh wait! I did not describe him!! He was fat, obese fat, maybe about sixty-five, had not shaved in a few days and from his looks had not bathed either. He was wearing a pair of too small boxers and the fly seemed stretched open though he was not exposed, yet. He also had on a stained and torn undershirt, and that's it!

His voice was gruff and as he asked me "What the hell I wanted," I saw his dick. He made no attempt to cover himself as I saw the head peek out the fly of his boxers. At first just a peek but as I moved closer, I saw his shaft rising out of the opening. He was not circumcised and he made no effort to cover it; he actually seemed to pull on the waist band of his boxers allowing his cock to be more easily exposed.

I knew he wanted me to look at him. I understood him, his need to be seen, the excitement he was feeling exposing his genitalia to me. I was experiencing the same excitement; I am also an exhibitionist and receive the same extreme sexual stimulation when people look at my breast and my vagina.

Our "plot" or plan was for me to knock on the door and flirt and coyly let the deviant look at me, ogle me as I seductively move and allow him to get a nice long look at my exposed body. Ask him if he has seen my lost puppy, and drop my flyer so I can squat down to pick it up. Open my legs and let him see my sex and as I stand and hand him the flyer make sure at least one breast has "fallen" out of my tank top and is fully exposed for him. Then as I hand him the paper, have a long and lingering touch of his hand before I turn and walk away, pulling my skirt up over my thong and letting him see my ass. Well that did not work!!

I countered and as I stared at his fat meat, I slowly pulled each strap off of my shoulders and pulled my shirt down, past my titties, wadding it up at my waist with my skirt, so that I was standing in front of him in only my transparent thong panties. We were the same. This vulgar and disgusting pervert was only guilty of being like me.

Ray got off on showing me off and one of his favorite places for me to flash were the adult bookstores in Oklahoma City . His rational was that most of the clientele were there to buy a stroke movie or magazine and so they would be very appreciative if not perfect to let see my titties or pussy.

We found a sex offenders' web-site that listed their personal info, with photos and found some possible candidates living in our general area, so we plotted. The first couple of tries were pretty uneventful, though I did get some pretty evil looks from one of the dudes' wife. The other guy just stared and nodded yes or no when I tried to engage him in conversation, even when I tried to flirt with him he seemed to be too stoned to get it up.

I had found a little-bitty spandex black skirt that was way too tight and was so short it barely reached my crotch. For a top, I wore an equally too small pink tank-top shirt with little spaghetti straps, that fit me so snug I could not and did not wear a brassiere because it would show. The material was so thin you could not only see through it, but almost count every bump and freckle on my aureoles. For anyone looking at me, it was transparent.

The picture of the old pervert that I had picked out on the web-site looked pretty pitiful and his rap sheet had multiple arrests for indecent exposure as well as lewd behavior spanning back over a twenty year period, but he never served any serious jail or prison time.

Ray turned in the dirt drive-way but didn't pull too close to the trailer. He wanted me to give the pervert the chance to watch me get out of the car and "strut" up the drive. I have been in some really weird, even scary situations and I have to admit I was pretty nervous, more than a little unnerved as I opened the car door.

He unzipped his pants and pulled his cock out as I moved the thin strip to the side of my lips and ran one finger down my slit to my pussy hole. OMG! I was SO fucking WET and creamy. I let him watch me finger my hole while he slowly pumped his already hard cock. We were both ready and primed for my big scene!

As I walked towards the trailer, I realized Ray had me put on my little show to ramp me up, excite me, so I would have that nasty, fuck-me edge on. It worked; I did and I imagined my pussy juice was already running down my legs. It also gave me the courage I needed to walk, nearly naked, the fifteen or twenty yards to his house. Though there were trees lining the street, it was not a secluded area. Though not close, there were five or six other mobile homes nearby and I could hear voices, typical for a Saturday morning.

He opened the door and within the shadow of his house I could barely make him out as he yelled out, asking me what I wanted. I spoke softly, intentionally, trying to draw him out on the porch. Nervously, I touched the hem of my skirt to adjust it and realized how high it had ridden up. I quickly looked down and saw that both of my nipples were fully exposed, never mind that my shirt was see-thru. I was totally exposed as I realized my skirt was only to the top of my equally see-thru panties.

Barefoot, he stood on the porch holding open the screen door, leering at me as if I was buck naked (and I pretty much was!). I smiled at him and slowly pulled my skirt down, covering my exposed pussy lips. His eyes went up to my exposed breast as I next hooked my thumbs inside my shirt and slowly pulled it up to just barely cover my nipples, he still stared.

I was the one now staring as I watched his foreskin receding back away from his cock head as he became erect, rising out of his stained boxers. He seemed to be slowly hunching his thick meat at me, as if he was offering it to me.

I was supposed to have an excuse for being there. Ray and I had scripted a silly story of me looking for our lost puppy, even printing a flyer with a photo and a phone number (Ray's ex-wife's), but as he stood there showing me his rigid cock I understood him, I did not bother with my excuse for being there. I dropped the flyer.

I did not bother to answer him as I slowly pulled my skirt back up, this time all the way to my waist, the black spandex a mere belt around my waist. He finally reached for his dick and reaching inside his boxers, he fished out his testicles. He had those old man balls that seemed HUGE, his wrinkled, fleshy ball sac hanging down, way down as he gripped his fat meat and slowly skinned it back further. Pulling his foreskin tightly back he exposed his swollen cock head and I could see the yellowish pre-cum oozing from the tip. He slowly stroked it.

I took another couple of steps, standing only a foot or two from him as he remained on his porch, slowly jacking off for me, his nasty dick in my face as I took that last step and tilting my head slightly I opened my mouth and began to lick the air, as I tried to erotically coax his cock to my mouth.