A Classic Dogging Night

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A Classic Dogging NightIt must be around here, I was thinking out loudly, as I monitored my Sat-Nav, it seemed to be lost too, and I banged the steering wheel in frustration.I was in the country-side, and had been on the road for two hours, almost 200 km from home, I guess thats a measure of my needs, at 34 my sexual perversions and kinks, were best practiced away from where I live, that way you can quite literary, let your hair down.In the boot I had a couple of large flasks of hot water, a basin and bottles of cold water, a change of clothes and a bag of toiletries.It had been more than ten years since I last ventured here, but well documented and most enjoyable.I had kept in touch with one of the guys, hence my journey tonight, an e-mail first thing this morning, ‘A Group of horny cocks looking for Hot women’, Sat-Nav coords, and rough directions, for those less technically minded and more local girls, looking to ease their frustrations.So, you may wonder, do many good looking women drive hundreds of miles for a ‘Dogging Session’?You would be surprised. I went to one and saw several groups of Ladies standing around drinking wine and only a couple of guys, picking whoever they wanted, that was a big waste as only a couple were serviced, and everyone left.I drove past a clearing and a couple of parked cars caught my eye, everything was so dark, out in the countryside, but a great place to behave like farmyard a****ls.I stopped the car, my heard pounding and my mind racing, I was getting that familiar urge that told me I needed some fun and a warm gush oozed between my thighs, I was not wearing underwear, so my warm secretions were soaking the drivers seat, but that was the least of the things to do tonight, if everything went to plan, there would be many stains to contend with tomorrow.There was a lay-by ahead so I proceeded slowly and eventually turned around and headed back, hopefully, to the meeting point and redemption. I turned off the road and into a wooded clearing, kayseri escort there were two or three cars there already, so I parked opposite them, to prepare myself and soak-up the atmosphere, not that I needed to get into the mood, as my body was screaming for action, as I applied the hand-brake, lowered both windows, and turned off the ignition.The two cars opposite was where all the action was taking place, their interior lights were on, windows down and one door open, with seven men around them, all with their cocks out, reaching in and grabbing bits of flesh, of the two girls being attended to.All their noises reached me, a cacophony of sound of sexual music, as I sat in the darkness, hiking my short dress high over my hips, and started to rub myself, all I needed to do was reach up and turn on my interior light, and let the ‘Horn Dogs’ know I was ready for business, like to two ladies opposite. I gazed down at my flat tummy, showing a little feminine six-pack, curving in between my thighs, over my cleanly shaved pubic mound, where my two fingers were busy prepping my throbbing organ, my copious secretions marking the elasticated tops of my netted stockings, these beauties rested against my crotch, I love stockings that ride hard against your bum cheeks, I can always remember the guy who commented on how the elastic pulled my cunt apart, I was happy with that image.I eased my dress over my head and threw it behind me into the back of the car, now I was naked except for my stocking, I looked every inch the consummate whore the ultimate milking maid, heavy bosomed and yearning, all I had to do was wait and masturbate, my bulls would come soon, once they smelt me in heat over here.The feminine dulcet tones of ‘Fuck me’, drifted over to where I sat, drawing my attention to the group of men around the car opposite, the girl in question was struggling to get up and out of the car, and as the men made way for her, she emerged, a very fat lady in ridiculously looking escort kayseri stockings, way too small for her large frame, and in my opinion made her appear comical instead of sexy, not that the horny men around her noticed, as they fought each other to mount her as she lent across the car bonnet, to accommodate them doggie style.The successful man was giving her a good ride, but kept slipping out of her, his pants at his ankles and his holding his top up, to bear his total midriff as he fucked her, the car absorbing his frustrated thrusts, as both the girl and car rocked to the chorus of encouraging men, holding their cocks, patiently waiting their turns to be in her.’Enjoying yourself love?’ I nearly jumped out of my stockings, I was in a the grove masturbating myself, kneading my breasts and pulling on my nipples, rocking in a rythnm, similar to the girl across the car, he must have been watching me in my most secretive moment, spying on me as I writhed in sexual ecstasy, too much for him to wait and watch me orgasm, no he decided I needed his touch, and I felt his rough hand glide across my breasts and cup one, trapping my swollen nipple between his fingers, he clamped down hard on it, pulling it, and me towards the open window, where I could smell his dirty cock waiting to be wetted by my saliva.as I struggled with my revulsion, he grabbed my hair with his free hand and jerked my head around to face his odious penis, releasing my bruised nipple he took hold of my head in a vice-like grip, under my jawline, and the back of my hairline, he force himself into my mouth, making my tonsils brush his shaft and swollen head clean, I gagged hanging out of the window, but this only spurred him on as he thrust as deep as he could, I was really being throat fucked, as the attention of the others realized, another female was amongst them, and they started to drift across, and enjoy a nice body and pretty face, ‘This ones hot’, went up the cry, and more men came across, kayseri escort bayan and soon my breasts, nipples and bum were in the hands of a multitude of men, groping and wanting, I just sensed I was going to be busy.’Get her out of the car’, someone shouted, and the door was opened, I was gagging on the dirty cocks cum, as I felt myself come into contact with the cold steel of the car bonnet, I was penetrated before I rested, in fact he was inside me humping as I emerged from the car, such was his need, and soon my car was bouncing like the girls opposite.Occasionally a hot stream of semen would caress my body, no part was sacred, in fact the current guy inside me even stopped his humping, to let another wanker alongside him, accommodate my pussy to release inside me, before re-mounting me and adding his seed inside my vagina.Seed was forced out as it was pumped in, not so much as a ‘Cream Pie’, more of a massive ‘Custard Mix’ and the rude noises ‘Pussy-Farts’, raised a chorus of laughs, as each man lined up to take his turn, and I accommodated them in either end, such is the versatility of the female form, ‘God’ was definitely a man, who designed a woman.Men drifted away as did the two cars with the women who had earlier provided me with sounds and sights, most of the humping had finished and I stood shivering in the night, caked with sperm running everywhere, from all my orifices, never mind my hair, eyes, and ears.I was not too bothered, as I had enough experiences from tonight to milk on for my masturbatory sessions over the Winter that lay ahead, I have better orgasms from masturbation than actual intercourse, so I am a fully paid-up wanker in that sense.I walked to the boot to retrieve my spare clothing and bottle wash, which I would now give myself, and as I washed myself down another guy had a wank over me, so I stood soaped up before my final douche, letting him cum on my pussy, before washing it off.I quickly dressed noting my other clothing was s**ttered on the ground, the lovers had been cleaning their cocks on my clothes after fucking me, and discarded them onto the mud, no class, if you ask me, mind you, neither do I exhibit any class, but a tad more than the two fat girls, who came for the same reason as did.

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