We’re finally going dogging, Ken has done his research, and we are fairly au-fait with what is required and expected. It is an unexpectedly well-organized affair, with rules and recommendations. With lists of places to go, graded and reviewed, available on the internet.
My little flasher mac from Master and Mistress is deemed too risque for the first time. The consensus is to dress in layers, thereby revealing only what you want and according to the situation. Makes sense, and to dress fairly cheaply too, as there is a likelihood of damage or staining!
We are driving to Essex and plan to drop into the site on our way to the hotel to get the lay of the land. It has good reviews and is about ninety minutes from us in Bletchley.
The site is surprisingly nice, a small country-style park complete with picnic tables, waste baskets, and ample parking.
After a small meal, we are getting ready in our hotel room; well, I am; Ken is just watching as I get dressed. It is the first time Ken will watch me having sex with another man. He does know it is happening as he started me doing it in the first place and encourages me to do more all the time. It’s his fetish.
My cheaper ensemble is made up of a half-cup bra and matching tanga briefs in bright red, they look sexy enough, but the fit is a little unflattering. Still, it will be dark by the time we get there. Wearing on top, a short black wrap round flared skirt and a light grey sheer, i.e., see-through polyester blouse. The skirt has only one button fastening it together; the other is missing. The buttons on the blouse are having trouble staying done up!
The clothes show their shortcomings as we walk downstairs and out to the car. My knickers have slipped down my hips, giving me a baggy crotch, the blouse buttons have popped open, and my nipples are poking over the top of my bra. Well, given what we are about to do, perhaps no bad thing!
We park at the site at nine-thirty, several cars are already here, but we can’t see anyone walking about; and none of the cars have lights on. This could mean that they are all watchers waiting for a show.
Ken turns to me and asks, “You sure you are up for this?”
“Yes. I’ll just take things as they come.”
He laughs, “Oh, I’m sure you will.”
Then he turns on the interior light as I lower my window, and we start making out. We are kissing enthusiastically, Ken has one hand rubbing my tit over my blouse, and the other is cupping my head. My hand is rubbing his crotch, feeling his erection grow.
After a few minutes, we hear footsteps approaching; looking over my shoulder, I see a guy standing at the window.
“Can I watch?” he whispers.
I turn to face him. Ken reaches around me, pulls my blouse open, the buttons popping easily, and starts fondling my breasts. Trying to keep them inside the bra for now.
After a few minutes, he takes one hand away.
“Want a feel too?” he asks.
He sure does, and this stranger is now pawing at my right breast.
“Try this one too,” Ken invites as he lets go of my left breast, accidentally pulling it out from my bra.
He’s not gentle, but I don’t care I am so turned on I think I’m going to cum; my pussy is running wet and throbbing desperately.
“Can I see your cock? I might want to play too,” I venture.
Letting go of my tits, he quickly pulls his jogging bottoms down, letting his cock spring to attention.
“Oh nice, let me feel it,” I say.
It’s lovely and hard; I do like a hard cock.
“Do you mind if I put it in my mouth?” I grin. What a stupid question.
I have to re-position myself. Placing one knee on the seat, the other leg reaching into the foot well. Ken takes his opportunity and reaches between my legs, rubbing my slit through my baggy knickers. With my head at the window, I can lean out a little and take the stranger’s cock into my mouth. I start licking around the head and down the shaft, then take his cock into my mouth and slide it up and down his shaft, masturbating him with my mouth.
After just three strokes, he cums and fills my mouth with his salty fluid. Although taken by surprise I do manage to swallow it all.
He pulls his cock out of my mouth, jerks up his bottoms, and walks off.
I look over my shoulder at Ken; he’s grinning like a Cheshire cat.
“You’re OK with this then,” I laugh.
“Bloody fantastic, look more guys are walking over.”
Three guys peer through the window, looking at Ken.
“Is she displaying or playing?” one asks.
“She can do either; what do you want? She can finger herself and rub her tits, or you can do it for her,” Ken replies without asking me.
The guys look at each other and grin.
“We’ll play, thanks.”
Hands reach for me, finding my tits easily enough, squeezing and pulling at them, taking them out of my bra to get at the bare flesh. My pussy is just out of reach; only Ken has access at the moment. He takes great pleasure in telling them how wet I am. Holding up his wet, glistening fingers to prove it.
“Does one of you want to swap places with me? Ken suggests.
“You do it, son,” one guy says.
Ken gets into the back seat, and the son replaces him. Looking at him in the light, he only looks about eighteen!
I lean out of the window, waiting for the cocks to be freed from their confines.
I am also waiting for the son to reach for my cunt.
“Go on, boy, she’ll enjoy it, just put your hand between her legs and poke around a bit,” Ken encourages him.
The first cock is ready, and I reach for it just as the son finds his nerve and my cunt. Ken’s hand was over my knickers, but they were so baggy the boy had gone straight to my naked hole.
While he explores my nether regions, I pull the cock toward my mouth. Gently licking around and along the shaft before wrapping my lips around it and letting it slip past them into my mouth. Deeper and deeper, I draw it slowly down my throat till his balls touch my chin.
“Fucking sluts only gone and swallowed my cock, Joe,” he laughs.
Rocking my body in rhythm with my mouth sliding over his cock, pushes the boys’ fingers in and out of my cunt. Multitasking at its’ best.
Pulling away from the cock and squatting back onto the seat, nearly trapping the boy’s hand beneath me, I gasp.
“Sorry guys, this position is just too uncomfortable. Give me a minute, and I’ll come outside.”
The boy exits the car, and Ken gets back into the front seat.
“Are you sure about getting out? Do you remember that means you are up for anything? Ken reminds me.
“I’m sure that was killing my back and neck. I’ll leave the door open, so I can jump back in once I’ve finished with them.” I re-assure him.
Looking down to adjust my blouse, which is undone, I notice my knickers are around my knees. Do I take them off or pull them back up? Taking them off is easier, and I leave them in the car. Fuck it; the blouse can come off too. The buttons just don’t stay done up. That too stays in the car. Finally, I put my tits back in my bra.
“OK guys, here I come,” I warn them.
Opening the door I am hit by a chilly gust of wind, which blows erotically over my naked flesh. It is particularly nice blowing around my wet pussy!
Stepping out of the car, I am confronted by three guys who must be related. Two of them look like brothers, they are almost identical, and the boy is obviously a son to one of them. Well, they certainly share things with their family!
“Now, where was I?” I ask as I get into the classic porn star position, looking at three rampant cocks on my knees.
“You were halfway down my cock,” one answers and steps forward.
Saying no more, I grab his cock and pull it toward my waiting mouth. Savouring the taste of the pre-cum on its tip as it slips past my lips. Taking deep once more, holding him at the back of my throat for a while. Letting him savour the sensation as I run my tongue over his shaft and squeeze my lips around his root.
Four, five, six times, I slide his cock out and back in again, slowly and deliberately, until I feel him tense up. I take him faster and harder until he grips my head in his hands, and I know he will cum. Holding his cock to the back of my throat, gripping my lips tightly around his shaft. He explodes convulsively, jerking back and forth, slipping his cock in and out of me. Filling me with his warm seed.
“Fucking slut, I’ve never had a slut do that to me before, fucking brilliant. Go on, guys, get your turn.” He enthuses.
“I think your son had better go first before he bursts a blood vessel,” volunteers the other older guy.
“Go for it, son, don’t be shy. You’re here to learn,” his father encourages.
I don’t wait for the boy to step forward, but simply step up to him, if you call it stepping when you are on your knees!
Taking his cock between my two hands, I gently squeezed it and brought it toward my mouth. That was too much for him, and he ejaculated over my face.
Everybody laughs. His father puts his arm around his shoulder.
“Never mind, lad, there will be other times.” Then they walk off together, gathering their trousers up before they go.
“My turn, love,” the remaining guy says as he steps up to me and shoves his cock roughly into my mouth. He grabs my head and pushes me firmly down his shaft, which is noticeably longer than the other guys. I grab his hips and try to resist, to no avail. He forcibly pulls my head back and forth, ramming his cock as deep as he can. This is not a blow job, but a full-on face fucking. It’s so exciting, being out of control of my body and getting used.
He can’t last long at this pace, and he doesn’t. He pulls out of my mouth and pushes my head back so that he can shoot his sticky warm cum over my tits, which have conveniently bounced out of my bra.
“You are a real slut aren’t you, total fucking slutty bitch. You’re fucking brilliant,” he admiringly smiles.
“Good evening, that was quite a show,” a stranger’s voice from behind me says.
“Hi Doc, I didn’t see you there. Did you see much? She’s a right fucking slut,” my guy replies.
“Yes. I’ve been watching since James, and his son wandered off, so I have seen enough to know a slag when I see one,” Doc comments.
“Hello, my dear; forgive my uncouth language; I have to say things as I see them. Now I have seen how good you are with your mouth, are any other areas of your body available tonight?”
My guy has moved away.
I stand up and face Doc; he does look a touch upper class.
“What did you have in mind, Doc?” I politely query.
“I much prefer traditional pursuits, so I was wondering if your vagina would like to play?” he primly asks.
“What would it have to play with? I counter.
‘I’ll show you mine if you show me yours,” he suggests.
“That’s fair; follow me,” I invite.
Reaching the picnic table I sit on the edge, lean back, and raise my skirt to my waist. Keeping my legs closed.
“On the count of three, you pull your cock out, and I’ll open my legs, sound OK,” I suggest.
“Agreed, just give me a moment to prepare,”
He fumbles with his belt and zip, lowering his trousers to knee level and placing his hands on the waistband of his boxers. There is a nice bulge pushing through the material, I notice.
We look at each other.
“I’ll count,” I confirm.
“One, two, three.”
We stare at each other’s private parts; he does have a nice cock, a bit longer than average, thick and veiny. I hope he likes my vagina.
“Can I look a little closer? Your lips appear to be covering the most important part.”
I nod my approval, and he kneels in front of my vagina, reaches for it, and pulls my lips apart. Why does that feel so naughty? He’s only looking; I giggle to myself.
“Oh yes, most satisfactory. Do you wish a closer inspection of my penis?” Doc politely queries.
The slut in me answers.
“Only if that involves it sliding along my vaginal walls,”
“Of course,” he answers and gently presents his cock to my outer pussy. Rubbing it up and down my slit, gently poking at my entrance.
“Lovely, you are already wet, so I don’t have to waste time preparing you,” Doc approves and slides his cock into my waiting sex. Smoothly and with a constant tempo, he seeks out my inner sex, sliding along my silk-like walls, savouring the smoothness. I am anyway; I hope he is.
Perhaps not, as he suddenly attacks my vagina like an animal. All smoothness is gone, and it is now animalistic thrusting, painfully banging against my pubic bone, sliding me along the rough wooden table. Then he stops, pulls his cock out of my battered vagina, and wanks himself to completion, shooting his cum as far as my face, covering my body from tit to tummy.
“Thank you, my dear, that was most welcome. My dear wife would never let me treat her in such a way, but I need the release from time to time. I hope you understand.” Doc tells me and then walks away.
Laying there, a bit shocked, I didn’t notice a woman approach me.
“Hello, can I lick that cum off you, please,” she asks?
“Sorry, what did you say.”
“It’s my thing; I like to eat cum off people; I’m a cleaner,” she replies.
“OK, do your thing.”
Weird, but I lay back and let her do her thing. Having someone lick you from top to toe, with a nice warm tongue running all over you is nice. She does just clean, too; there is no attempt to pleasure herself or me.
As she cleans me off I hear a car draw into the park, followed by doors opening and closing. Glancing over my shoulder toward the noise, I see four men walking my way. Then another car stops, and two more men get out of it and wander toward me.
As they get closer, one calls out.
“Thanks for the call, James.”
“That’s alright, Roy, we don’t get fresh fuckmeat up here often, so I thought it only right we take full advantage of it,” James replies.
“Thanks, James. What’s she up for?” Roy questions.
“She fucking deep throats like a porn star, and she has just been fucked by Doc; Mary’s cleaned her up. So I would say pretty much anything.” James opines.
“So she’s a right slut then, just what we want in our fuckmeat. Do you reckon we can spit roast her?” Roy queries.
“Hey, why don’t you ask your fuckmeat? I’m right here,” I shout.
“It’s nothing to do with you slut; now shut up.” Roy nearly roars.
“I reckon we can top and tail her; she’s right up for it. A true pro, if you get my drift,” James replies.
“Ha, as long as she’s not charging, that’ll be good,” Roy blurts out.
“OK, lads, let’s have her.” they all laugh.
They pull me off the table, pull my skirt and bra off, bend me over and present a cock to my mouth.
“Show us your skills, slut.” its owner sneers.
I grab his hips and ram the cock straight down my throat, bottoming out at his balls and feeling them bounce off my chin. Repeating my thrusting till he unloads into my mouth. I don’t swallow but stand up facing the crowd, opening my mouth and letting the cum run down my chin and onto my tits.
“Good enough for you, now for fuck sake FUCK me,” I bellow.
“You heard lads, stick her over the table, arse up. Let’s use our meat ration up.” James orders.
My tits are mashed firmly against the rough tabletop as they push me into position. My legs splayed wide; my hips pushed painfully into the table’s edge.
“Look at that fucking cunt; it’s opening and closing by itself,” notices someone.
“It’s talking to us; it’s saying fuck me,” they all laugh.
A cock is rammed into my inviting maw, showing no mercy as he hammers me against the table edge, driving his cock deeper and deeper inside me. My tits scrape against the table with each thrust and return, and my hips are forced painfully against the table edge. My mind tells me this is wrong, but my body doesn’t care. It craves more, just like in the nightclub that night and at the BDSM club more recently. I want, no, I need them to abuse me. This is pure carnal lust.
The first man finishes inside of me, and the second is in my cunt within seconds, continuing the punishing treatment of my cunt. Within minutes a third is stretching my cunt wider; he is fatter by far but no longer. Again he is fast and furious, pounding at my raw flesh. When he cums, he keeps pounding into me, forcing his cum out past his cock to run down my legs.
“Hey, we want some head; bring her over here,” someone shouts.
They half carry and half drag me to a tree, draping me over a low branch. The men now have access to my mouth as well.
“Let my son go first; he had a bit of an accident last time,” James laughs.
The boy gets pushed by his dad toward me and gingerly presents his cock to my mouth. I greedily pull it into me, taking him deep down my throat. He has a skinny cock, but it is truly hard. I treat him gently now, sliding him back and forth in a nice smooth rhythm.
“Come on, son, fuck her face off,” dad instructs him.
He starts to take control, holding my head and swinging his hips harder, pushing his cock swiftly and deeply into me. Suddenly shuddering and pulsating, he fills my throat with cum.
“Well done, lad,” his dad enthuses. Everybody else cheers.
“Now watch this,” someone says.
I feel cocks at both holes, my mouth and my pussy, poised and waiting. They enter me in unison, slowly at first, building a rhythm. Both are entering and leaving my holes together. Faster and faster they go until they are pounding me like the pistons on a train. Relentless, unforgiving, and mindless to my feelings or pleasure. Using me as their fuckmeat, using this slut for one thing only, to fulfil their own wants.
The cock in my mouth finishes first, drawing out of my mouth and shooting over my face and hair.
“That’s for Mary,” he laughs.
He gets replaced immediately, but now the rhythm is broken, and I am getting tossed about like a cork in a storm. The branch is biting into my stomach, scraping and scratching at the flesh. They don’t care.
Now it is the turn of the cock in my pussy to cum, and he holds himself inside of me, filling my cunt with his juices.
“That’s for Mary, too,” he laughs.
He, too, is replaced swiftly, another cock squelching through my cum filled cunt. Mixing all the juices into a frothy slippery mess.
“Fuck, this might take a while; I can’t feel her sides, her cunts so fucking slippery,” he grunts.
“Lightweight, give it some,” some wag jeers.
The cock in my mouth suddenly erupts against the back of my throat, the cum sliding into my stomach, mixing with the other loads already there. No one replaces him.
That leaves the one in my cunt. He is still manfully thrusting for all he is worth. I try to squeeze my cunt walls as tight as I can manage. That’s helped him.
“YES, fucking yes, got you, you fucking bitch,” he screams as he finally fills me up.
I have lost count of how many men have had me, but it has ended, and they carry me over to the table, laying me down on it.
“Mary, she’s all yours,” someone shouts, and Mary appears and begins her ministrations. Starting at my tender pussy.
“Be careful you don’t get fat Mary; there’s enough for two,” Roy grins.
“Well, fuckmeat, you did us proud, proved yourself a true whore and slut. Just what we like here. You’re welcome back anytime; I’ve given your man some contact details, let us know when you want to come back, and we’ll arrange a proper party for you,” James says.
“Proper party? What do you mean?” I stammer.
“Well, we are a bit down on numbers tonight, it being late in the year. Come back in the Spring or Summer, and we can muster twenty to thirty guys for you. Just give us some warning.” James says matter of factly.
I cringe at his remarks and Mary having just licked across my clit. I’d nearly forgotten about her. The guys all wander off, leaving Mary to clean me.
“They mean it, you know; they thought you were good, much better than the usual slags that turn up here. Next time they won’t be so rough; they were testing you out tonight. You’ll get some pleasure out of it next time. Oh, and by the way, they would have stopped at any time if you had asked them to.” Mary gently informed me.
I had forgotten that part of the etiquette; did I want them to stop?
Oh bugger, where’s Ken?
Mary’s finished, and I have recovered a bit; she helps me find my skirt and bra and walks me back to the car. Bloody Ken’s fast asleep. Mary laughs and wishes me goodnight.
Getting into the car I slam the door, which wakes him up.
“Good bodyguard you are, falling asleep,” I complain.
“I wasn’t, well, perhaps the last few minutes. I saw the girl cleaning you up and the guys going away, so I closed my eyes for a few minutes. Anyway, you were fucking brilliant; I always thought you exaggerated your tales. You are one wild slut when you get going,” he responds.
“Slut and fuckmeat, that’s what I was tonight,” I proudly announce.
“Yes. James told me what was going on. He has invited you back if you want,” Ken tells me. “I even have a codename to use, so they know it’s you. Hello fuckmeat Sally,” he grins.
“They mentioned that to me too, twenty to thirty guys they can get together if I give them some warning. It’s best to come in the late spring or summer. I casually threw the numbers at him.
“Whoa, there was only ten tonight, double or triple, that would kill you. No way.” Ken stammers, and he throws the bit of paper with James’ phone number on it in my footwell.
My mind agrees. My body doesn’t, and it goes all tingly at the thought.
“Get me back; I need a bath,” I ask, closing my eyes and dreaming of thirty cocks all in a row. I’ll pick up that phone number when I pick up my clothes. Ken doesn’t have to know everything!
