It's been eighteen months since my threesome and the nightclub incident. Ken enjoyed my story and, like me, has been hankering after something similar happening. Although he knows nothing of the club floor sex beyond the groping and exposing of my body, that's my secret, and I do long to do it again. Perhaps being a bit more involved, if possible!

It's unlikely to happen in my professional capacity again; my clients like their anonymity and exclusivity, so Ken has been researching other possibilities. Sex clubs seem too sleazy to Ken, and wife swapping or swinging was not what we expected either, when we tried it, being very insular and cliquey. Not that he's given up looking for avenues to explore; he does want me to have sex with several men and to watch too. That's something new!

Dogging is Kens' latest idea, and it does seem to be the way to go. According to Kens' research, it is surprisingly well-organized and has its etiquette and rules, albeit unwritten. It also has that hard edge of being outside normal bounds, which adds another layer of excitement.

There are numerous sites within a two-hour drive, but one in particular stands out. It is in Essex, secluded, and looks to be on private land. Not in a public area or seedy toilet block. Decision made, we book a hotel for this Friday near the site.

We visited the site during daylight hours before heading to the hotel and found it to be a pleasant, country-style park with picnic tables, waste baskets, and ample parking. According to the signage, the property is privately owned and open to the public only during daylight hours.

After a light meal and an odd drink at the hotel, we are ready to leave for our first dogging adventure. Well, we will be once I have changed into something more suitable. Jeans and a jumper seem dull!

The general advice is not to wear anything you don't want to spoil; however, my extensive wardrobe of not-new but quality garments, no longer worn to work, will help me stand out from any competition. A low-cut, tailored pink blouse covers my quarter-cup black bra, paired with a matching black thong, under my tartan wrap-around skirt and white pumps for my feet. It's sexy and accessible.

Arriving at the site at nine-thirty, we found two cars already there, but no one was walking about, and none of the vehicles had lights on. They must all be watchers waiting for a show.

Ken turns to me and asks, "You sure you are up for this?"

"Yes. I'll 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, and Ken has one hand rubbing a 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 and starts fondling my breasts, keeping them inside my blouse for now.

After a few minutes, Ken takes one hand away.

"Want a feel, too?" He asks the stranger.

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.

The stranger is not gentle, but I don't care; 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. Ken unbuttons my blouse and rips it open, exposing my overflowing bra.

"Oh nice, let me feel it," I say, ignoring Kens' antics.

It's lovely and hard; the best way to have a cock!

"Do you mind if I put it in my mouth?" I grin. What a stupid question.

I have to re-position myself. Place one knee on the seat, and extend the other leg into the footwell. Ken takes the opportunity and reaches between my legs, rubbing my slit over my silky thong.
With my head at the window, leaning out a little to take the stranger's cock into my mouth, licking around the head and down the shaft, then taking his cock into my mouth and sliding up and down his shaft, masturbating him with my lips.

After just three strokes, he cums and fills my mouth with his salty fluid. Although taken by surprise, I managed to swallow it all.

My mystery man 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," one of them answered.

Hands reach for me, finding my tits quickly 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 to that, and he takes great pleasure in telling them how wet I am—holding up his damp, 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 takes his place. Seeing him in the light, he only looks about eighteen!

Leaning out of the window, "Any cocks need sucking out here?" I question while still waiting for the son to reach for my pussy.

"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 pussy. Ken had pulled my thong to one side, and the boy had gone straight to my naked hole, his fingers slipping easily and, for him, unexpectedly inside of me. They stayed there, unmoving.

Ignoring the lad stuck in my nether regions, I pulled the cock being presented to me toward my mouth, and gently licked around and along the shaft before wrapping my lips around it and letting it slip past them into my mouth. Deeper and deeper, drawing it slowly down my throat till his balls touch my chin.

"Fucking sluts only gone and swallowed my cock, Joe," the man laughs.

Rocking my body rhythmically, my mouth slides over his cock, the boys' fingers slide in and out of my cunt. The boy is still frozen, letting me do all the work.

Pulling away from the cock and squatting back onto the seat, and trapping the boy's hand beneath me. He does at last move of his own accord as he pulls his trapped hand out from under 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 leans from the rear seat to talk to me.

"Are you sure about getting out? Do you remember that it 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 to jump back in once I finish with the guys," I reassured him.

I looked down to adjust my bra, only to have Ken ping it undone, totally releasing my assets!? I glanced over my shoulder at him, shrugged my shoulders, and let it fall off and into the footwell. Ken's not that concerned!

"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 adorable blowing around over my boobs!

Stepping out of the car, I'm confronted by three guys who must be related. Two of them look like brothers; they are almost identical, and the boy is the son of one of them. Well, they share things within their family!

"Now, where was I?" I ask, getting into the classic porn star position on my knees, looking at three rampant cocks

"You were halfway down my cock," one answers and steps forward.

Saying no more, and grabbing his cock and pulling it toward my waiting mouth. Savoring the taste of the pre-cum on its tip as it slips past my lips. Taking it deep once more, holding him at the back of my throat for a while, and letting him savor the sensation as my tongue runs over his shaft and my lips squeeze around his root.

Four, five, six times, sliding his cock out and back in again, slowly and deliberately, until he tenses' up. Taking him faster and harder until he grips my head in his hands, and holding his cock to the back of my throat, my lips gripping 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, fucking brilliant. Go on, guys, get your turn," he enthuses.

The other older guy volunteers, "I think your son had better go first before he bursts a blood vessel."

"Go for it, son. Don't be shy. You're here to learn," his father encourages him.

Not waiting for the boy to step forward, taking his cock in my hands, firmly squeezing it, and pulling it toward my mouth. That was too much for him, and he ejaculated over my face.

Everybody laughs. The lad's 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. 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, my body being 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 naked tits.

"You are a real slut, aren't you. You're fucking brilliant," my latest admirer smiles.

"Good evening, that was quite a show," a stranger's voice 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 must 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?"

Joe 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.

Walking to a picnic table, I take my thong off, sit on the edge of the table, 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," Doc answers.

He fumbles with his belt and zip, lowering his trousers to knee level and placing his hands on the waistband of his boxers. I notice a nice bulge pushing through the material.

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," Doc queries.

Nodding my approval, 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 asks.

The slut in me answers.

"Only if that involves it sliding between my lips and up my love canal."

"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, savoring 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 and skirt, 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 occasionally need the release. I hope you understand," Doc explains and then walks away.
I lay there, a bit shocked. I don't notice a woman approaching 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," I tell her.

It's 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 lovely. She does 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 exit it and wander over.

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 replies.

"I reckon we can top-and-tail her; she's right up for it. She's 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," he continues.

They pull me off the table, remove my skirt and bend me over, and someone presents 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," I splutter through my cummy teeth.

"You heard, lads, stick her over the table, arse up. Let's use our meat ration up," Roy 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," a random voice comments.

"It's talking to us; it's saying fuck me," another voice pipes up, and 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.

The first man finishes inside of me, and the second is in my cunt within seconds, continuing the punishing treatment of my womanly sex. Within minutes, a third stretched me wider; he was 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 bench, making me kneel on the seat with my head hanging over the back and my tail poking backward. The men now have access to two welcoming holes, my mouth, and my pouting pussy.

"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, and I greedily suck it into me. He knows what to do now and eagerly pushes himself down my throat. He has a long skinny and extremely hard cock, which he proceeds to fuck my face with. Not too quickly at first, he must be able to feel his cock rubbing against the back of my throat; I certainly can; it is undoubtedly a new experience for him. One which he seems to be enjoying! And he soon begins pumping faster and harder. Cumming copiously deep down my throat, making me choke and splutter, coughing up his cum, which drips to the ground.

"Well done, lad," his dad enthuses. Everybody else cheers.

"Now watch this," another voice pipes up.

Cocks are 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 fulfill their 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. They are knocking me about like a cork in a storm, making my breasts swing so much they are slapping into the back of the bench, much to everybody's amusement.

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 says.

He, too, is replaced swiftly, another cock squelching through my cum filled hole. 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," the guy inside me 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 it in my mouth.
That leaves the one in my cunt. That one is still manfully thrusting for all its worth, squeezing my cunt walls as tight as I can manage. That's helped it get a bit of traction.

"YES, fucking yes, got you, you fucking bitch," he shouts 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, beginning her ministrations. Starting at my throbbing 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 wearily ask.

"Well, we are down on numbers tonight. Give us a bit of warning, and we can muster twenty or so guys for you," James says matter-of-factly.

I cringe at his remarks and jump in surprise as Mary licks across my clit. I'd nearly forgotten about her. The guys all wander off, leaving Mary to clean me.

"They mean it; they've never had a teenager here before. Most of the girls, me included, are over forty and slightly out of shape," Mary guffaws.

I'm stunned; it is dark, but a teenager?

“Oh, and by the way, they would have stopped at any time if you had asked them to," Mary continued.

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 walks me back to the car. Bloody Ken's fast asleep. Mary laughs and wishes me goodnight as she walks away.

Getting into the car and slamming the door wakes Ken 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 leaving, 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, so they know it's you. It's Fuckmeat Sally." He grins.

"They mentioned that to me, too. Twenty or so guys, they can get together if we give them some notice,” I casually threw the numbers at him.

"Whoa, seven fucked you tonight, plus the mouth action. Triple? That's way too much. No way," Ken stammers in shock and throws the bit of paper with James' phone number on it into my footwell.

I'm surprised by Ken's reaction, and my mind agrees with him. My body doesn't, and it goes all tingly at the thought.

"Get me back to the hotel; I need a bath," I tell him, closing my eyes and dreaming of twenty cocks all in a row. I'll pick up that phone number when I pick up my clothes. I don't tell him everything anyway!