At the beginning of the year, Ken transferred from the European to the American division at work. He needs the experience to become a junior partner. This will involve trips to America every few months, lasting up to two weeks at a time, which is a small price to pay for our plans.
This also gives me opportunities to play my own games!
My first solo treat will be to return to the site of my first dogging experience. One of the guys there promised he could get twenty-plus guys to look after me. I only have to give him the heads up for when I will be there. Ken was, and is, adamant that he will not take me back to be used that much. Poor soul. Little does he know how much of a slut he has released.
It was late May before one of Ken’s trips coincided with my work commitments. Thus allowing me to put my plan into action.
I booked the same hotel as before, but do not let James, my contact at the site, know of my intended arrival.
Nine o’clock Friday evening sees me park up at the site. There is no one here. Perhaps I am too early, or has it closed down? I wait, playing gently with myself as I do. I want to be ready!
It is nine-thirty before a car pulls up opposite me. I wait for a flashing light. Or are they waiting for the same? Taking the initiative, I flash my lights. Two men exit the car a few minutes later and approach mine. I hope they are not coppers!
No, they’re not. One has his cock out already, stroking it as he walks.
I let my window down partway as they near my car.
“What you up for?” one asks as he eyes me up and down. My blouse is open, exposing my bra-covered boobs, and my skirt is hitched around my waist. Stocking tops and knickers in full view.
“You can play with my tits; if I can suck your cock,” I reply.
“Fair play, through the window? Or are you going to open the door?”
I ponder briefly and open the door, turning to place my feet on the ground and giving us all better access.
The guy with his cock already out steps forward, thrusting his member at my face. I swallow him eagerly. The other guy leaned over and grabbed my tits in both hands, mashing them hard. This cock is dirtier and smellier than I am used to. Never mind, it will soon be nice and clean as I set about my work. I am lapping and licking along its length, nibbling and pulling at it as he slides it in and out of my mouth. He suddenly slams it ball deep into my mouth and shoots his load down the back of my throat. That took me by surprise! Just as quickly, he pulls out and is swiftly replaced by tit guy. He face-fucks me violently, holding my head in his hands. I can’t escape. As swiftly as he started, he finished and sent a second load of cum down my throat.
They walk off without saying a word, leaving me shocked, bemused, and licking my lips.
“Sorry about those two,” a voice sounds out of the darkness.
I recognize that voice.
“James, is that you?” I ask.
He steps into view, and my car interior lights let him see me.
He’s thinking as he peers at me.
“Fuckmeat Sally, bloody hell, I haven’t seen you since your visit last year. I thought you’d chickened out on us. How the devil are you? Where’s your husband?” he blusters.
“He’s away with work, he has chickened out, but I haven’t,” I confirm.
“So I see. You could have let me know you were coming. Do you have my number still?” he queries.
“Yes, I do. I just wanted to come and have some fun and if you were here to chat with you about the proposal you made,” I coyly reply.
“Look’s like you’ve started off the hard way tonight. There will be more guys around later if you want to stay. The proposal still stands. If you’re up for it, I can arrange for at least twenty and probably more guys to fuck you. I suggest only fucking and no oral. You don’t want your face bruised. You can’t hide that like you can your pussy.” He laughs.
“That sounds like what I want. I’ve got some photos here. Do you think they will help get some interest?” I reach into the car and hand him my pictures.
“Bloody hell, I should think so!” He gawks at my photos. “Give me two weeks’ notice, and I’ll arrange everything. Oh, and those two from earlier will not be around!” he confirms.
I stay another hour, till eleven o’clock, getting fucked twice and two more blow jobs. Just a nice hors oeuvres.
After a few weeks, I can confirm the first week in August, on Saturday at nine pm, for my big dogging event. James will put the word out, and I will phone him the day before to confirm everything is still on.
I rang James on Friday as agreed to confirm that I will be turning up. He doesn’t see any problems, apart from the number of men expected to turn up. His twenty or so has risen to forty-plus.
“Will they stop if I ask them to?” I query.
“Yes, and I’ll have some muscle there to sort out troublemakers too,” he assures me.
Saturday finds me at the same hotel I have used in the past, arriving early enough to have a long bath and prepare myself. Shaving my legs, pussy, and armpits. Putting on my killer makeup and my lovely new outfit. Scarlet sheer bra, matching thong, black suspender belt, and scarlet stockings. I have found that dressing well gives a better impression and is better appreciated by the punters. With my trusty flasher Mac to cover me up as I stroll through the foyer and out to my car.
The car park is quite full, and men are milling about expectantly. James walks up as I park my car. He waves the other men back.
“Are you sure about this? There are fifteen men here already,” he asks concernedly as I step out of the car.
“I can always tell them to stop; as you said, listening to the girl is part of the rules,” I assure him.
He nods his head. I drop my coat onto the seat, lock the door and hand the keys to James.
“I don’t have any pockets,” I grin.
Walking over to a picnic table, the silence is deafening. All eyes are on me as I climb onto the table. Standing there, I beckon the men to come forward.
“Hello, my name is ‘Fuckmeat Sally.’ Do you like what you see?” I ask cheekily as I wiggle around the tabletop.
I think the noise says it all.
I beckon them to quiet down.
“Would you like to see more?” I take the noise to mean yes.
I slowly gyrate and run my hands over my body, cupping and squeezing my tits, running my hand between my legs, cupping my bum cheeks, running my hands down the backs of my legs up the front and turning around, giving them all a view. I undo the suspenders from my stockings and let them slither down my legs as I gyrate, bend, and twist. I sat on the table’s edge, pulling them off and flinging them into the crowd. Smoothing my hands over my bare legs, running a finger along my covered slit, circling my thong, then dipping a finger behind it. Stroking my wet cunt, then sucking my finger dry.
Standing and circling again, I reach behind my back and release my bra, cupping my breasts to keep them covered and slipping the straps slowly from my shoulders, keeping myself covered a short while longer. Then with a flourish, flinging my arms wide, freeing my tits, making them shake and wobble, and letting my bra fly into the crowd as another souvenir. My suspender belt swiftly follows, which leaves just my thong. Slowly I walk around the tabletop, bending and stretching, sweeping my hands over my tits, tweaking and pulling at my nipples, running fingers around and under my thong. I slowly tease the elastic waistband down my hips, keeping my legs together and pulling the waistband over my thighs. My cunt bravely held onto the thong until the elastic overcame the stiction, exposing my naked mound and bum.
Jiggling my legs lets the thong slither to my feet. Then, I am stepping out of it with one foot and kicking it into the crowd with the other, walking around the tabletop, slowly widening my stance to expose my wanton sex. Now standing feet wide apart, facing the main body of the crowd, I slide my fingers into my cunt. One. Two. Three fingers dip into my sodden sex. Slipping them out, ensuring they release my lips for them to hang temptingly between my legs. I run my glistening fingers over my tits and into my mouth.
The noise is outrageous, and the suggestions are promising. I am out of control with lust. Without thinking, I leap off the table into the eagerly waiting crowd. They catch me, thankfully, and stand me on the ground. Immediately they start groping, grabbing, and poking at my body. Passing me around from one to another until someone gets behind me, pushes me forward, and slides his cock into my wanton hole. Heavenly! Another cock eased its way into my mouth, and without thinking, I gobbled it down eagerly.
James bellows out a warning. “ONLY USE HER CUNT. ANYONE ELSE GOES IN HER MOUTH GETS THEIR COCK CUT OFF. I WARNED YOU BEFORE.”
Oops, I’d forgotten that too!
It’s a frenzy as cock after cock batters my gaping hole; I’m being pulled and twisted as each man wants his turn. No sooner does one cock enter than I am turned about, and another presents itself.
A car horn blares out, silencing and stopping the carnage.
“CALM IT DOWN. SHE’S HERE ALL NIGHT. BRING HER OVER HERE,” James shouts.
They spreadeagle me over a car bonnet, and the fun starts again. Being draped backward over the bonnet points my pubic mound skyward, changing the angle of attack. The first cock rubs over my sensitive G-spot. Making me quiver with delight. Again and again, the cock runs over it, bringing me to fruition. I groan as an orgasm ripples through my loins, even as he fills me with sticky cum. He pulls his dripping cock out of my needy hole.
“Fuck me, fill my hole, you lazy bastards,” I scream.
Cock after cock fills my desperate sex with warm sticky juices. Mary will get fat tonight, I fleetingly think.
No sooner thought of then, she is here. She is sucking at my dripping maw, gathering the juices on my stomach with her fingers, sucking them clean, and teasing me with her tongue. She has no intention of pleasuring me; it’s all about her meal. Nobody intends to please me tonight. It’s all about using me, Fuckmeat Sally. They have no idea just how much they are pleasing me, though.
I desperately need Mary to finish quickly before I explode with frustration. I need more cock. Tonight is not about quality. I crave quantity.
“Fill my cunt. I want your cocks to fill me with cum,” I shout.
Strong arms lift me off the bonnet and carry me away, hanging me face down over a padded bench. Yes, cocks begin pounding into me again. Bliss.
That feels strange! It’s not a cock! I look over my shoulder a see a woman pounding into me, using a strap-on weapon and savagely beating it into me deeper than any man tonight and striking my cervix painfully. I don’t care, my cunt is being used, and it doesn’t care who or what by. The guys cheer and encourage her as she assaults my body. She’s trying to break me. Good luck with that. In the state I am in, she can fuck me forever. My body needs and wants to be used.
“Get her off her now, for fuck sake. There’s proper cocks to do the job here,” someone shouts.
She is reluctantly persuaded to leave me.
They turn me over, tits up, and immediately someone cums over them, as a real cock fills my cunt again.
I am euphoric and cannot see, hear, or feel anything outside my body being abused and used. Used as the ‘FUCKMEAT’, I want to be.
I am never without a cock inside me. It feels as though it is one everlasting tool. They are pounding, pounding, and pounding away at me and sending wave after wave of lustful desire crashing through my body; it’s not like an orgasm but more of a state of mind. Perhaps how a drug-induced high feels. I was disconnected but alive. My mind gave up feeling or thinking long ago; this is pure carnal lust.
Mary is back, having her feeding frenzy. But only briefly, as she is manhandled off me to let more cock use me.
Use me, they must, as I am so wet with their and my juices that they have to thrust violently even to know they are inside me. My cunt is surely loose and losing its grip. Its walls tender and sore. I am oblivious to it as I savor every cock shooting its load in or over me.
Silence, quiet, no movement. NO COCK.
I can’t open my eyes as they are tight with dried cum. Someone licks over them, letting them open. Then continues to lick down my face and body.
Mary is cleaning me from head to wherever there is cum.
I sit up on my elbows and look around.
“Where is everybody? They can’t be done yet. It’s only early.” I croak through dry lips.
“Early! It’s just gone twelve-thirty!” James says incredulously.
My mouth drops open.
“It can’t be; surely it hasn’t been that long. I still need more,” I plead.
“You’ve had plenty of cock tonight,” James says.
My senses are slowly coming back to me.
“So, I’ve been here three and a half hours, and I’ve been fucked all that time? I ask.
James nods. “I don’t think there’s been a minute when you didn’t have a cock inside you.”
I can’t believe it. I was away with the fairies then. Three and a half hours and fucked all the time!
“How many men? Do you know?” I ask a bit too eagerly, showing me the slut I am.
“Rex, how many?” James looks at someone to his right.
Rex steps forward.
“According to my counter here,” he holds it up, “Forty-four cocks have entered your cunt tonight, and one dildo wielded by Sarah. A total of forty-five, shall we say.”
He continues. “The first cock entered you at nine-sixteen, and the last pulled out at twelve-thirty-four. That’s a total time o,f three hours and eighteen minutes, giving an average time of four minutes and twenty-four seconds per cock.” Rex announces matter of factly.
“God, Rex. You’re such a bloody accountant,” James laughs. “There you are, all the facts and figures.”
I grin too. “Whoa, so nearly fifty. I’d need another twenty minutes for that, then,” I quip, secretly disappointed that I didn’t get to fifty, although pleased that it was so high. James looks perplexed. “Just joking.”
“Actually, it would be twenty-two minutes,” Rex retorts.
Mary finishes lapping at my cunt and thighs. They were a right mess of white frothy juices.
“Can I come when you try for fifty?” Mary grins, “I’ve never been so full. In fact, I feel a bit queasy. Too much protein, I think.” We all laugh.
James helps me off the table.
“Here are your keys. All your clothes have gone, I’m afraid,” he apologizes.
“That’s OK. I expected that it was a throw-away outfit after all,” I smile.
James and Rex escort me to my car.
“I hope you have something to wear there,” Rex asks.
“What, oh yes, I have. Joggers and a hoodie,” I reply.
My body is still tingling with lust and desire, and frustration. All the cocks are gone! So near to fifty too! That would have been a landmark number. In truth I am happy with what I have achieved, it’s just frustrating knowing I could have taken more!
It’s like pain; the more you have, the more you need.
Next time.
