Ken and I have been dogging twice more since our first foray into the scene. Last September in Berkshire, only three weeks after our first event, and again this year, in April, outside Brighton. It was too cold for the months in between! Ken refuses to return to the Essex site, as their promise of arranging twenty men for me was too much for him to accept. It seems Ken has limits to his desires!
However, I don't appear to have any, and I plan to contact James in Essex to arrange a solo visit. Ken is now a junior partner and spends time away visiting clients in Europe and beyond, which allows me time to do my own thing.
The call went well.
"Of course, I remember you! Bloody hell, the guys are still talking about you. Teenagers are thin on the ground in dogging circles; well, girls anyway," James exclaimed.
Teenager!? Really! But that's what Mary said, too; it must have been the poor lighting. It's been thirteen years since I was a teenager!
"Not anymore," I replied truthfully, going with it.
James laughed. "You're still bloody close, though."
After a little more banter, we arranged a date in mid-May; James suggested a Thursday to avoid, as he put it, the 'drunken tossers and slags' that turn up on Fridays and Saturdays. I missed these on my last visit because a big football match was on TV! It will be an invitation-only event.
I arrived early at the same hotel we had used the previous year, after stopping by the site to refresh my memory of its location. Then I had an early meal before returning to my room to get ready, realizing I had nearly three hours to kill. What can I do to pass the time? Of course, it's a hotel with many lonely travellers!
Twenty minutes later, I'm in the bar, waiting to order a drink, wearing a red plaid pleated micro skirt matched with a scooped-neck white T-shirt, no bra, and a red G-string.
The barman approaches me.
"We don't allow pros to work here," he haughtily informs me.
"That's OK," I answer. "I don't charge, and I'll have a gin and tonic, please."
He walks off in a huff and speaks to a chap at the end of the bar, who then beckons me over. I finish my drink, then walk over to him.
"I hear you don't charge; perhaps you should; you'd make a fortune," he grins, as he beckons the barman to bring me another drink.
"You could call me a charity worker, helping the needy," I respond.
"We could all use a bit of that," he nods. How about helping a poor old man up the stairs?" he says as he offers me his arm.
I gulp down my second G&T in as many minutes and take his arm in mine.
Walking through the bar, I could have done better, but never mind. He is somewhat overweight and older than I was hoping for. I don't have time to be fussy tonight.
Upon entering his room, he sits in the armchair.
"While I catch my breath, do you mind undressing for me?" he asks.
Of course I don't! I make a show of undressing, but nothing exciting; he might keel over!
He beckons me closer to him, and his podgy fingers start exploring my body, smoothly circling my breasts and nipples, then down my stomach, finishing in my neatly trimmed bush and easing them between my legs, which have parted of their own volition. His fingers run along my slit, from my clit to my damp entrance and back again. Playing gently with my little nub, circling and nipping at it, and teasing it with expertise. Now exploring my entrance, running a finger around the sides before smoothly easing into my pussy. Probing with one and then two fingers, looking for and finding my G-spot and teasing at it with his gentle rubbing, making my juices flow.
Removing his fingers from my now-teased sex, he stands up.
"Please wait on the bed for me and lie down with your legs wide open. To keep me interested," my erstwhile lover requests cheerily.
Waiting patiently, playing with my nub, as he undresses, his stomach hides his cock as it flaps out of his trousers. Oh dear!
Eventually, he climbs onto the bed and crawls between my open legs, flops his belly on top of me, and presents his cock to my expectant pussy. Taking his time, he presses his cock against my welcoming hole.
My God! What has he got? It feels like a wine bottle is being pushed inside me! Stretching me wider than any cock has ever done before, I gasped in surprise and excitement.
"Am I hurting you?" he asks kindly.
"No, you just took me by surprise," I gasp.
Gently but relentlessly, his cock enters my inner sanctum. The initial shock has worn off, and I'm enjoying being stretched this much. I hope he doesn't ruin me for later!
Sliding up and down my craven sex gently but with purpose, his giant tool is sending ripples of pleasure through my body and bringing me to orgasm long before he does. He continues plundering my sex for ages. Never letting my orgasm subside, taking my body to extremes of pleasure seldom experienced before.
Then, just like his motions, his orgasm gently floods my body with his seed. Once drained, he slips off me and lies on the bed.
"You can use the bathroom while I recover," he pants.
I do, quickly showering and dressing. Before returning to the bedroom, my latest conquest was sitting in bed, still breathing heavily.
"Don't look so worried," he says. "I'm not as bad as I look."
"Sorry, I didn't warn you, but so often, women get scared off if they know in advance, and you seemed like a game girl," he continued.
"That's fine. It was a surprise, but a very pleasant one. It certainly satisfied me," I grin, "and I'm always game."
"Really? Do you come here often?" he asks.
"I could do," I coyly replied, "If I'm free."
"I'm here every third weekend of the month, from Thursday to Saturday, visiting my daughter. Just in case you're interested," he casually informs me. "I thought you were always free," he cheekily adds.
I grin, acknowledging his jest, and answer.
"You never know; I might be back in August."
Just as I was leaving, I turned and asked him his name.
"Albert," he smiled. "Now be off with you; I need some rest."
"Sharon," I said on leaving the room.
Whoa, that was something else, I muse, heading back to my room to change for the main event.
It's only eight o'clock, so there is plenty of time to redo my makeup and dress for the evening.
A scarlet half-cup bra, matching knickers, and stockings are teamed with a black suspender belt worn under a red skater skirt that barely covers my bum. A crisp black sleeveless top with a cleavage-showing neckline completes the look, paired with slip-on black pumps for my feet. Over this, purely for decency when walking through the hotel, is a black three-quarter-length coat.
The car park is quite full, and men are milling about expectantly as I arrive at the site. James walks up to my car, waving the other men back as he approaches.
"Are you sure about this? There are fifteen men here already," he says, concernedly as I step out of the car. "I reckon there could be nearly forty turn up."
"That's more than we were expecting, then?" I query.
"Yes, I reckoned on about twenty-five at the most. But I think the word has spread a bit further. I have got some muscle here to keep order as well," James confirms. "Also, of course, some of them will only watch or wank themselves."
"I take it I can still call a stop at any time?" secretly relishing the thought of so many cocks being available.
He nods his head.
I drop my coat into the car, lock it, and hand James the keys and my phone.
"I don't have any pockets," I grin. "Also, could you press this button when I nod at you? I like a little music to perform by."
Walking over to the table I'd checked out this afternoon, the silence was deafening. All eyes devoured me as I walked to and climbed onto the table, standing on top of it and beckoning 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 raucous comments say it all.
"Would you like to see more?" I ask as the noise dies down. According to the rude replies, that's a yes. James starts the music when I nod to him.
I'm slowly gyrating and running my hands over my body, cupping and squeezing my tits through my T-shirt, running my hand under my skirt 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 and undoing the skirt and letting it drop onto the table and slipping my hands under my T-shirt, reaching my boobs, and massaging them, then sliding my hands over the front of my knickers, running my fingers along my slit, pressing the fabric into it.
Further down, I pull my suspenders, popping open the clips and releasing my stockings. Squatting down and sitting on the edge of the table, my feet on the bench, I slide my stockings to my knees, sticking one leg out straight and inviting someone to remove my stocking, which disappears into the crowd—doing the same with the other leg, standing back up, pulling my suspender belt off, twirling it around my head, and launching it into the air. It causes quite a melee as it lands in the center of the crowd.
Nearly there; only my bra and knickers to go. Gyrating to the music, slowly moving about the tabletop, caressing and stroking my body. All the while, the men chant. "Off, off, off."
Off comes my bra, no teasing, no quick glimpses of a boob, just right off, and that too is flung into the crowd. Stepping down onto the bench, got closer to my audience and teasingly lowered my knickers to show my trimmed bush, then covered up again and pulled them up high, giving myself a wedgie. Stepping back onto the table and shimmying down onto my haunches, pulling down my thong as I go. Leaving them at my feet as I stood up again and deftly kicked them into the crowd. This caused a scrum as several men fell to the ground in their eagerness to possess them.
I nakedly stroll around the table, keeping my legs close together, so as not to reveal my most sought-after treasure. Then, leaping off the table, I flew toward the cheering crowd for no reason. Hoping they catch me!
They do, thankfully, and set 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 eases its way into my mouth, and without thinking, I gobble it down eagerly.
Starting the evening being spit-roasted! What more could a girl ask for?
"She's tight for a slut," the guy up my pussy shouts. That's a relief. After what was up there a few hours ago!
The cock in my mouth pulls out and shoots its load over my face; I manage to taste some of it.
"That's for Mary," someone shouts. So she's here tonight; that's good.
The guy in my pussy, cums soon after. Leaving his seed inside me, adding to my lubrication.
There is an altercation behind me, with voices being raised.
A car horn blares out, silencing the men.
"CALM IT DOWN. SHE'S HERE ALL NIGHT. BRING HER OVER HERE," James shouts.
They spread 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. Groaning loudly 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.
The next man to take me must be quite a bit taller, as his cock strokes down toward my spine. It's a shame, as it misses my G-spot entirely, and it feels such a nice cock, too, as he slowly strokes along my silky smooth walls. Building his rhythm nicely until he unloads his warm seed inside me, too.
Two more cocks quickly follow suit, both pleasuring different parts of my pussy. Both fill me with cum. Mary will get fat tonight!
No sooner thought than she is here, sucking at my dripping maw, gathering the juices on my stomach with her fingers, sucking them clean, unintentionally teasing me with her tongue. It's all about Mary's meal. Nobody means to please me tonight. They all want to use me, 'Fuckmeat Sally'. They have no idea how much they are pleasing me or how much I want to be used. My inner desires need to be sated.
I desperately need Mary to finish quickly before I explode with frustration. I need more cock. As soon as Mary is finished with me, I shout.
"Fill my cunt. I want your cocks to fill me with cum."
Strong arms lift me off the bonnet and carry me away, hanging me face down over a padded bench. Yes, two cocks begin pounding into me, one at each end, mouth and pussy. Bliss. I'm kneeling on the bench with my head over the back. The uncoordinated thrusting is making my tits swing and slapping them into the back of the bench, just as the last time here, much to the amusement of those close enough to see.
Lovely! The cum tastes so good as it fills my mouth, and I swallow it all. My back gets splattered in warm juices as the cock at my pussy pulls out and shoots over it. Mary will get her fill tonight!
Two more cocks fill my vacant holes, both thrusting deeply into my body and eventually adding to the cum inside me.
Again, I am picked up and carried off. They sit me on the edge of a picnic table, push me down, and lift and spread my legs. Two men hold my legs high and wide, exposing my leaking hole to full view.
A cock enters my pussy and pounds me hard; the man has to hold onto my thighs to stop me from sliding away from him. Relishing each thrust, I do not notice two guys standing on the table, wanking away at their cocks, until their warm cum splatters over my tits, belly, and face. Opening my eyes to take it in the scene's final moments. The cock in my pussy pulls out and adds its load to my belly and tits. It can't quite reach my face!
Mary starts licking around my face, cleaning me, and feeding herself. I watch Mary's naked tits as they swing over me as she starts licking around my breasts. Licking and slurping at the still-warm juices, satisfying her craving for fresh cum. I try to get my mouth to Mary's tits; however, she is just out of reach. Mary licks and laps at my cum covered body, crawling over me as she makes her way to my pussy, and takes her fill; Mary's pussy is now above me. Sweet-smelling and shaven, that too is out of my reach!
Mary suddenly sits back, planting her pussy over my face. She is sitting over me so heavily I can barely breathe, let alone grasp at her sex.
"Give her some up her cunt, I'm starving," Mary cries out. Not moving off me, but gently sliding her pussy over my face.
Her cry is eagerly taken up, and three cocks fill me in swift succession. Mary bends forward to my freshly full pussy. Lifting hers off my face, allowing me to catch my breath while she takes her fill of fresh cum. Sated, she slides off the table, sits on the bench, leans forward, and whispers in my ear.
"If I fuck one of them, will you clean me?"
"Yes," is all I can say as my breath is taken away by a long cock smashing against my cervix.
Whoa, that has not happened in a while. Oh yes, it is so long; sliding in and out takes forever. If only it were not so violent, smashing into the end of my hole like it is. Thankfully, it does not last long and soon unloads its seed deeper than anyone else tonight.
I am never without a cock inside me. It feels as though it is one everlasting tool. The men 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, and I demand more. And I get it.
Mary is back, and she plants her now cum laden pussy over my face. Letting me eat the juices out of her pussy. Just as she is doing to mine. Having finished her snack, Mary sits back on the bench and takes a ringside seat for the rest of the action, and there's plenty of that to cum!
There is still a milling crowd around me, using me as a cum-dump. Load after cock-load of cum is dumped in or on me.
Thrusting cock after cock into my wanton sex, throwing me around, turning me over, standing up, forever changing positions and always thrusting into my cum sodden, slippery, and no doubt loose cunt. Its walls must be tender and sore. But I'm oblivious to it all as I savor every cock shooting its load in or over me.
Mary's back, cleaning my face, licking the cum from my eyes before working her way down my body.
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 one-thirty in the morning!" 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 nearly four 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. Four hours and fucked all the time!
"How many men? Do you know?" I ask a bit too eagerly, revealing 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, "Thirty-seven cocks have entered your cunt tonight."
He continues, "The first cock entered you at nine-forty-one, and the last pulled out at one-twenty-two. That's a total time of three hours and forty-one minutes. However, twenty-nine minutes were taken up by Mary cleaning you. Meaning you had a cock in you for three hours and twenty-four minutes, giving an average of five minutes and twelve seconds per cock. Oh, and you took fourteen cocks in your mouth, but I couldn't time those as well. There were a total of forty-one men here tonight; some used you twice, in one way or another."
"God, Rex. You're such a bloody accountant," James laughs. "There you are, all the facts and figures."
Mary finishes lapping at my cunt and thighs, they were a mess of white frothy juices, and looks at James, Rex, and the minder they had with them.
"Why don't you three make it a nice round figure? Forty sounds so much better than thirty-seven." Mary quipped.
So they do. Twenty minutes later, I've been used forty times and Mary is busy cleaning me out for the final time tonight.
"I've never been so full. However, I do feel a bit queasy. Too much protein, I think," Mary says with a smile. 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," I smile.
James and Rex escort me to my car.
"I hope you have something to wear in your car," Rex says.
"What, oh yes, I have. Joggers and a hoodie," I reply.
My body is still tingling with lust, desire, and frustration. All the cocks are gone!
The more you have, the more you need. So my body is telling me!
Never mind, I think, while slipping into my clothes. Mary, now dressed, joins me.
"You're one hot slut; you got me so bloody horny I just had to get laid. Fucking hell, forty cocks!" She blurts out.
"Nobody ever gets to fuck, or touch Mary," James quips. "You got her excited, too."
"Yeah, she did," Mary confirms. "Let me know when you're coming again," she adds as she walks away.
James and Rex ask again if I am alright before waving me off.
Damn, I feel so alive! My body is tingling and quivering in excitement, and my mind is buzzing. I feel euphoric.
Back at the hotel, I slip into a warm bubble-filled bath, lie back, and close my eyes. The entire evening flashes before them, every cock that entered my body, every twist and turn as my body was thrown about and re-positioned, every splash of cum falling over me. My language! I was crude in my extolling of the guys to use, and use me they did. Ripples of pleasure run through my body as I relive every second.
