Strangers In The NightMy husband is working away this week so last night I decided to go for a drive to our local dogging spot to see if anything was going on. I had returned from work, *********** in the shower but needed a little more fun. The area is quite friendly and you can often go, chat with the regular doggers without getting pestered by them, but on arrival at the first car park, no one was around. I travelled around to all 5 and until the last one, no one was in sight.
I parked up behind a mound of dirt with a tree growing out of it away from the other car to make my last call of the evening to my husband, telling him I was having an early night, knowing he wouldn't call me again after that leaving me to enjoy the evening.
As I hung up, the interior light of the strangers car came on showing a middle aged man sitting there smoking. I too lit a cigarette, adjusted my mini dress to show my stocking tops and switched on my light. I hadn't a clue what I was doing out or expecting, but that is the beauty of dogging, you never know what is going to happen. It took the man 5 minutes to gain the courage to wonder over and pass the car glancing in at my lap and seeing my stocking tops were obviously on display. I wound my window down a quarter and on his return pass, he made a gesture of "good evening", pausing for his reply.
I said hello and on seeing he was quite handsome and around 50, I lowered the window and asked what he was doing down here. He stammered for an answer, telling me he wasn't in his partner’s good books and had come for a drive to allow him some thinking time. I laughed and commented "and I thought you were just a dogger out looking for sex".
This got his attention and he proceeds to ask if I knew of this 'Dogging' as he had heard the area was rife of the activity. I giggled and told him I had, and had experienced it on a number of occasions right where he stood. He actually seamed not to know of it, and I asked bluntly "did you not come here looking to see or participate in sex".
He lowered his head slightly and told me that curiosity and the stories he had heard off friends had led him there to see for himself. He offered me a cigarette and asked why I was alone that evening as I was an attractive girl. I told him about my husband’s inability to satisfy my needs, and confessed that I had been dogging since I was a teenager, recalling some of the stories and encounters there. He looked me in the eyes and asked "so do you consider yourself as a **** then".
I nodded and asked "Do I look like one".
He nodded back too and asked more questions about police activity and what the rules were. I told him there were only manners and no rules as such. He listened to every word and asked "so if I pulled my **** out and stuck it in the window, what would you do".
I told him I would be looking for a nice sized ****, clean and looked after and maybe if I liked it I might take it in my mouth and suck on it. He asked if I was for real, and not a copper. I giggled and told him I wasn't, and perhaps he should have a drive around and see if I was still there later if he was unsure of me. He shook his head and told me he wouldn't know where to go anyway as this was his first visit to the area.
I looked now at the bulge in his jogging bottoms and it did look impressive enough, so I suggested he might like a guided tour of the common and surrounding lanes. He nodded and asked if he should follow which made me laugh again, and I leaned over, opened the passenger door and said "it’s up to you if you follow or join me". He didn't need asking twice and was soon sat beside me and thanking me as I started the engine and drove off. He told me of his shock at finding a women alone there and told me it was scary for him. I told him my fear had gone years ago and nothing really shocked me these days, telling him more and more stories that I had been involved in there.
I turned into my favourite lane and told him this was more secluded. He asked when I last visited and was shocked to hear it was only 6 days ago. He asked what I did that night and I told him that when I parked I would demonstrate how I got off and got attention. I parked on the bend in a lay-by I often use, getting out and fetching my back from the boot and returning to my seat. I reclined my seat, raised my heels up onto the steering wheel, pulled up my skirt revealing my bald ***** and began to **********. His mouth was wide as I rubbed at my already swollen ****, pushed two fingers inside myself and taste them and then reached my 8" vib from my bag and pushed it inside.
He stared in amazement and I told him he was free too touch me if he didn't think I was too much of a **** for him. Again, he didn't need a second invitation and soon the top of my mini dress was down, my erect nipples were being pulled then sucked on. I whispered for him to bite them gently which he did. This gets me going and soon I was bucking and having my first ****** of the night much to his amazement.
I pulled the vib out of myself, and lay back allowing his hands to wonder down and begin to roughly finger me. His politeness vanishing as he rammed away and told me I was indeed a **** but he loved the way I was.
I told him to recline his seat, and to lay back and pull his trousers down. He did and I was pleased I had allowed him into the car. I good thick 8” **** was now bobbing about as I climber over the man, turned and back onto his face. His big hands pulled my cheeks apart as I lowered my head to engulf his ****. He eagerly licked and sucked at my *****, his nose ticking my arse and ending shivers through my body as I took him ball deep into my mouth. His left hand pressed on the back of my head, holding it as he bucked into my mouth. His speed was increasing and I was about to pull away but before I had chance, his thick ***** was in my mouth and I was swallowing it down to stop myself gagging. He bucked the last drops out and apologised for coming so soon.
I climbed off and told him not to worry, but it was disappointing I hadn’t got to sample his **** inside of me. He told me it took a while to recover, and as I lay back and smoked, car head lights filled the car. A van approached and parked behind us, sitting and watching for a sign. He asked if we should get out of here, and I asked if he had to rush off. He shook his head and I told him that was good as I licked his company. The van flicked its lights on and off, and I grabbed my bag to return it to the boot. I straightened my dress and told him to wait as I had to do my work. I got out, my heals sinking in the soft ground, returned to the boot lifting it and placing my toy bag back inside, bending right over to expose my barely covered arse. The van driver was out like a shot, a younger guy who had just short and a tee shirt on. I glance back still leaning forward as his warm hand caressed my arse.
He asked if it was my husband in the car and I told him it was. He asked what I liked and I told him I liked most things he could imagine. He called my now pretend husband and told him to come and watch his wife sucking ****. I turned and squatted as the door opened and the stranger came to watch. He eased his shorts up and released his **** and alls which I cupped and guided him into my waiting mouth. His **** was slightly smaller but more than capable, and as he ****** away at my face, he asked my pretend husband if I licked sucking ***** and if he licked watching.
His comment back shocked me a little as he replied “not as much as I like seeing her bent over and ****** like the **** she is”.
The van driver pulled me to my feet and asked “is this right, do you like being ****** like a ****”.
I nodded in reply as he pushed me bent over into the boot, lifted my skirt and told me to spread my arse for him. As usual, I did as I was asked. His smooth head pressed against me, pushing my lips apart and entered. He pushed his full length in my already soaked *****, and began to **** me forcing my knees against the car. E reached for my **** as leverage to **** me, pulling them roughly as he pounded me. My next ****** hit causing me to stick my arse back and out for deeper penetration. The driver asked my husband “In or on her”.
My now adopted husband replied “she’s a ****; you come in her until it dribbles out down her stockings”. This man had turned from Mr innocent into a master within an hour, now controlling me and the evening’s proceedings. The next set of lights was approaching and my master walked back and got in the car. He was still scared of the happenings but the van driver never stopped. As the car pulled up in front of mine and the elderly gentleman approached, my husband returned. As I was ******, my **** were now groped as they swung, the elderly mans hand was under and rubbing me to another ****** which made me squeal as it hit causing the driver to grunt and deposit his load inside me. As the van driver stepped back, the elderly man now stood behind, crouching down and commenting to my husband on the mess that I was in with my ***** filled *****. He told my husband he loved sloppy seconds undid his trousers and removed his belt. He slapped my cheeks several time before asking me what I was there for.
I replied I was there for men’s pleasure and called him Sir. He pulled my arms back and strapped my wrists together with his belt. I loved the venerable feeling and his hands caressed my cheeks. The van river now leaving as the elderly man dipped his finger inside me and pulled it across my face. “A good load there young lady, and it’s going to be useful as lube”. With this his finger pushed inside again and pulled out and rubbed around my puckered arse causing me to moan out.
A laugh filled the air as the tip eased inside.
“Nice and tight”, he commented. “Do you **** her there”, he asked my husband.
I looked over to see him nod, the cheeky ****** was into this now but the elderly man was confident too.
“Show me your **** he snapped at my husband”. He hadn’t much choice and released it. He was now hard again, obviously turned on by his new found role, as the elderly man said “and does she take that easily”. Luckily he told him no it was a struggle.
The elderly man replied “then there is no chance of her taking me in there so I had better concentrate on ******* her *****”.
No chance? Was he huge or something?
This was soon answered; his **** was indeed huge, at least ten inches and so ******* swollen. My eyes were wide as he pulled me around side on, made me bend and pushed it in my mouth. Now I can suck and take **** deep, but this thing had me gagging, much to his pleasure. “Viagra is my friend and yours tonight madam”.
He had my mouth and throat stretched and gagging for 5 minutes before pulling me up, bending me back over the boot and lining himself up against my *****. He asked if I wanted it, and I nodded. He slapped my cheeks and told me to ask for it properly.
I turned around staring at him and asked “please sir, will you **** me”.
He pushed the tip inside, now turning to my adopted husband and asking “Can she take it hard”. Looking up at him I watched as he nodded, and soon the whole thing was pushed inside me causing me to climb onto my tip toes. It was big and fat, it filled and stretched me, but that’s what a man should do.
He eased back and rammed inside. Wow, this was going to be good, bottoming out inside, filled, stretched, I loved it. I soon got used to the size; I looked back and again said “**** ME HARD”. He did and so hard, long deep strokes but his age stopped his pace, but trust me pace was not needed. 20 minutes later he announced he was going to ***, offering me the choice, “your ****, or your mouth my ****”.
I answered my **** and he pulled out and said “you don’t make the decisions here ****”. He pushed me down onto my knees; my stockings in the dirt and gravel as he pushed the ***** covered **** into my mouth, took the back of my head and ****** my mouth. As I gagged and chocked, his **** swelled, them the head was against the back of my throat, held there as I spluttered and the familiar feeling of ***** running down my throat was apparent. My adopted husband now wanking beside me, the old man softening as I sucked his last drops out, the cold night air and the heat from my ***** were apparent. I felt the van drivers *** leaking as the old man now stepped back to admire his work.
He zipped up, released my wrists and put his belt on, telling my husband he was a lucky man and to look after that one, talking as if I wasn’t there. As he walked away, my adopted husband walked to me, squatted down and kissed my lips. He looked me in the eyes and said “I don’t even know your name but you’re amazing”. I told him I was Louise, and he replied “Gerry”. He looked at me and said “I so wanted to **** you too but I guess you’ve had enough for one night”.
I shook my head and said “You’re in control, have I”.
He smiled and told me that perhaps he might just squeeze in my bottom after all, helping me up, leading me to the side of the car and telling me to kneel on the seat. Following the old man, he too used the leaking ***** to rub around my arse, lubricating my hole before pressing the tip of his **** against it. I bit my lip as my bum stretched to accommodate his **** inside of it, he was gentle and took his time to allow me to get used to it, but after several full thrusts inside, he was out and spraying his second load against it. I reached back and pushed some inside, rubbed it over my **** and orgasmed for the final time that night, more lights approached and I told him to get in the car. We drove back, he gave me his number and thanked me for an amazing night, but I thanked him back too. I just love dogging and it never fails to amaze me how much fun, if not risky it can be.
Driving home I was massaging my ***** covered **** all the way before getting inside, sitting on my black 12” ***** while fantasising that the old man had indeed entered my arse. Maybe next time old man, and once my wrists are secure, does no really mean no! x