It’s been seven months since my first dogging adventure; I’ve been once more with Ken to a different site. But it wasn’t so good—so downmarket! Ken refuses to take me back to the Essex site. He doesn’t like the idea of me taking on twenty or more guys, as they suggested they could arrange for me.
However, since Ken became a junior partner at Christmas, he now undertakes regular trips to America and Europe, frequently away all week. Leaving me to entertain myself.
It’s just as well that I kept the organizer’s number! Having rung him, James, at the Essex site in early April, he didn’t need much reminding of who I was, and we arranged a date in mid-May; Thursday the tenth of May 2001 was to be my big day. James suggested Thursday to avoid, as he put it, the ‘drunken tossers and slags’ that turn up on Fridays and Saturdays; apparently, I missed these on my last visit as there was a big football match on TV! It will be an invited group of men for my entertainment. Or am I their entertainment?
I arrived early at the same hotel we used last year after stopping off at the site to remind myself where it was. After eating an early meal, I returned to my room to get ready and realized I had nearly three hours to kill. What can I do to pass the time? Of course, it’s a hotel with lots of lonely travelers!
Twenty minutes later, I sit at the bar, waiting to order a drink. I am 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 tonic water, please.”
He walks off in a huff and speaks to a chap at the end of the bar, who then beckons me over to him.
“I hear you don’t charge; perhaps you should; you’d make a fortune,” he grins at me.
“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. Walking through the bar, I think I could have done better. He is somewhat overweight and older than I was hoping for. Never mind; I don’t have time to be fussy tonight.
On entering his room, he goes and sits on the armchair.
“While catching my breath, do you mind undressing for me?” He asks.
Of course, I don’t! I make a bit of a show undressing, but nothing too 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. I stepped my legs apart, allowing him to explore between them. 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. Then, 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 lay down with your legs wide open. To keep me interested,” he requests cheerily.
I wait 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! He is stretching me wider than I have ever been stretched. 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 now enjoy the sensation of 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 what seems like forever. Never letting my orgasm subside, taking my body to extremes of pleasure I have 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 did, quickly showering and dressing. When I returned to the room, he 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 grinned, “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 return in a few months.”
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 as I head 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. I’ll wear better-fitting and better-quality clothing tonight; cheap isn’t me.
I wear a scarlet half-cup bra, matching knickers, and stockings with a black suspender belt. I also wear a red plaid skirt, which barely covers my bum, a crisp black sleeveless top with a cleavage-showing neckline, and slip-on black pumps for my feet. I wear a black three-quarter-length coat over this, purely for decency, when walking through the hotel.
The car park is quite full, and men are milling about expectantly as I arrive. James walks up as I park my car, waving the other men back as he approaches.
“Are you sure about this? There are fifteen men here already,” he asks 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?” I’m 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 had checked out this afternoon, the silence was deafening. All eyes devoured me as I walked to and climbed onto the table. Standing there, I beckoned 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 raucous comments say it all.
“Would you like to see more?” I ask as the noise dies down. According to what I can hear, that’s a yes. James starts the music as I nod to him.
I slowly gyrate and run 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. I undo the skirt and let it drop onto the table. Slip my hands under my T-shirt, reaching my boobs and massaging them. Then slide my hands down to my knickers, running my fingers along my slit, pressing the fabric into it. Further down to my suspenders, popping open the clips, releasing my stockings. Squatting down and then sitting on the edge of the table, my feet on the bench, I slide my stockings to my knees. I stick one leg out straight and invite someone to remove my stocking, which disappears into the crowd—doing the same with the other leg, standing back up, pulling my suspender belt, twirling it around my head, and launching it into the air. Causing quite a melee as it lands in the center of the crowd.
I am nearly there; only my bra and knickers are to go. I gyrate slowly about the tabletop, caressing and stroking my body. All the while, the men are chanting. “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. I step down onto the bench, getting closer to my audience and teasingly lowering my thong to show my trimmed bush, then covering up again and pulling them up high, giving myself a wedgie. Stepping back onto the table, I shimmy down onto my haunches, pulling down my knickers as I go. I leave them at my feet as I stand up again, deftly kicking them into the crowd before me and causing a scrum as several men fall to the ground in their eagerness to possess them.
Nakedly, I stroll around the table, keeping my legs close together not to reveal my most sought-after treasure. Then, for no reason I can think of, I leap off the table and fly towards the cheering crowd. I hope they catch me!
They did, thankfully, and stood me on the ground. Immediately starting 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.
I am 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, I smile.
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 is here tonight, that’s good.
The guy in my pussy, cums soon after. Leaving his seed inside me, adding to my lubrication.
There seems to be 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 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.
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, I fleetingly think.
No sooner thought than she is here. She is 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 her meal for Mary. 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 dark 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, carry me away, and kneel me on a bench with my head hanging over the back. Yes, two cocks begin pounding into me, one at each end, mouth and pussy. Bliss. The uncoordinated thrusting is making my tits swing, slapping them into the back of the bench, much to the amusement of those close enough to see.
Lovely! The first mouthful of cum tastes so good 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!
That feels strange! It’s not a cock! I look over my shoulder and see a naked woman pumping into me with her plastic prick. I’m mesmerized for a minute or so, staring at her massive jugs swaying in time with her thrusting. 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.
“Five minutes,” someone shouts.
The guys continue their encouragement.
“Ten minutes.”
“Fifteen minutes.”
This is getting boring. A plastic prick might be OK if that is all that’s available. However, there is nothing like a real, live flesh-and-blood cock poking your pleasure hole.
“Get her off her now, for fuck sake. There’s proper cocks to do the job here,” someone shouts. I can’t agree more!
“Twenty minutes, that’s it, Jo. You’ve broken your record; now let us back in,” someone announces.
They carry me to a picnic table and lay me over the edge, tits up, legs spread.
A real cock enters my slightly dry pussy. However, after a few strokes, regular service is resumed. I am getting pounded so hard; the guy has to hold onto my thighs to stop me from sliding away from him. I am relishing each thrust and do not notice two guys standing on the table, wanking away at their cocks, until warm cum splatters over my tits, belly, and face. I open my eyes and 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. As she clears my eyes, I notice her bare tits looming over me as she moves down my body. Licking and slurping at the still-warm juices she craves so much. I try to get my mouth to them; however, she is just out of reach. She travels down to my sadly empty pussy; meaning hers is now above me. Shaven and sweet smelling, it is out of reach, too!
Mary suddenly sits back, planting her pussy over my face. She is sitting over me so heavily that 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 now 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.
“Can I fuck one of them, and 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 it forever. If only he were not so violent, smashing into the end of my hole like he is. Thankfully, he does not last long and soon unloads his seed deeper than anyone else tonight.
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, 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, needing to thrust violently into my cum sodden, slippery, and no doubt loose cunt. Its walls must be tender and sore. But I am oblivious to it all 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. Mary licks over them, removing the crusty cum and allowing me to see.
Mary continues 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 one-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 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-nine cocks have entered your cunt tonight.”
He continues. “The first cock entered you at nine-forty-one, and the last pulled out at one-thirty-four. That’s a total time of three hours and fifty-three minutes. However, twenty minutes was Jo using her dildo on you, and twenty-nine minutes was taken up by Mary cleaning you. Meaning you had a cock in you for three hours and four minutes, giving an average of four minutes and forty-two seconds per cock.
“God, Rex. You’re such a bloody accountant,” James laughs. “There you are, all the facts and figures.”
I grin, too. “Whoa, so forty, including the dildo. How much time would I need to get to fifty?” I quip; James looks perplexed. “Just joking.”
“Another forty-seven minutes,” Rex retorts, grinning.
Mary finishes lapping at my cunt and thighs. They were a mess of white, frothy juices.
“Can I come when you try for fifty?” Mary grins. I’ve never been so full, although I do 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,” I smile. “I’ve got spares in the car.”
James and Rex escort me to my car and watch me get dressed.
“It’s more fun watching you get undressed,” Rex laughs.
I smile at them, get in my car, and drive off.
My body is still tingling with lust, desire, and frustration.
It’s like pain; the more you have, the more you need. Dark desires!