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Take Me Dogging With You

bygeronimo_appleby©

Writer's note:

Another first-person female POV piece I wrote for my friend's blog, and which I thought I'd share here.

A couple get a shock while dogging in some woods in England.

I hope you enjoy the piece. It isn't too long, just shy of 5000 words, but, as usual, I'd really appreciate feedback. Feedback can be by Public Comment below, a PM on Lit or by email. If you want a response from me then email is best – but give me an address to reply to.

Okay. I'll let you get on with it.

GA – Calp, Spain – 27th June 2013.





The dressing-up and the drive out to the site there are the best moments for me. The build-up, the anticipation of what's to come in the hours before we go dogging, that's when I start to feel it. My tummy flutters whenever I stop and think about all the men and how horny they'll be for me. My heart races and that pulse throbs between my legs and I get so worked up that I'm just dying to rub myself, to slide my fingers over my little bean and finger my opening. I have to deny myself the pleasure of fucking my snarling cunt with a big dildo, holding out until I can finally let myself go with multiple men, mostly faceless, anonymous strangers, men whose cocks I suck and who I allow fuck me in some secluded spot.

And I use that word deliberately – allow. I use it because although some people might consider what I do as degrading or compromising to my femininity, or even humiliating to women in general, but never let it be forgotten that I love doing it and I allow it to happen on my own terms.

It doesn't matter to me if some, even most, of the men I suck and fuck are older or maybe not so traditionally aesthetically pleasing or not addicted to the gym; as long as they're polite and respectful and stick to the rules I'll probably 'do' them. I've got a pretty decent 'wanker radar', and trust me, if I get the sense that one or more of the guys that turn up are just there to take the piss, or if they give off the vibe that they're not, at heart, halfway decent, then they don't get to play.

Anyway, I digress, what was I saying?

Oh yes, the anticipation, the build-up ... makes me horny as hell.

And what made that Saturday even better was, for the first time, there was going to be another woman with me.

The boys would go c-razy.

We'd met under somewhat, for me, trying circumstances, a Saturday night several weeks before when I'd been at a well-known site with my husband. There were half-a-dozen men with us, one of whom was behind me as I bent over the bonnet of our smart Jaguar. He was pumping away at me, really pushing his big dick deep into me while I alternated my attention between the men standing to my left and right, twisting this way and that, one hand on the car for support while I slurped and slobbered over two rock hard dicks. I'd suck one cock for a few juicy slurps before turning to the other, all the time moaning and grunting around a mouthful of throbbing hard-on while occasionally working at my clit with my free hand.

I was close to cumming as I stood there, knock-kneed and braced against the Jag. I was going for it, thrusting my hips back at the man fucking me. I knew he was about to pump the jonny-bag full of cum, not to mention I also sensed one of the boys alternately fucking my face was close to unloading, when a sudden cry went up from a couple of the other blokes.

Suddenly, among the shouts of alarm and the sound of running feet our clandestine group dispersed, leaving me blinking into the headlights of what turned out to be a police car. What a sight I must have been: smudged lipstick, tits bare, skirt around my waist, a thick rope of cum glistening in my hair, my cheeks spattered with the stuff, and my cunt gaping.

Engines revved and all of a sudden it was just me, my husband and a uniformed police sergeant.

***

Emma, not her real name, came to our house the next day.

"Okay," my husband said when we were all sitting in the living room. "Just what is it you want?"

Emma, obviously nervous, her hand trembled when she sipped her tea, threw a glance at my husband before looking at me. Her mouth opened and closed a couple of times and she shook her head, short little shakes as she muttered to herself. and it seemed to me like she was gathering her resolve, finding the guts to come out and say it.

My husband began to say something but shut up when he caught the look from me.

"Come on, Emma," I said in a quiet, coaxing voice. "You're obviously here in some unofficial capacity. There's something on your mind." I leaned forward and offered the most reassuring smile I could summon, hoping I had read the scene correctly.

Emma blinked at me and, taking a deep sigh, began to talk.

"Like I told you last night, I wanted to talk to you. There's something I wanted to say." Emma shook her head. "You're right. This is unofficial. I'm not here as a copper."

Now that was information that came as a huge bloody relief. I'd been worried, my imagination working overtime and conjuring up all kinds of scenarios. I mean, what business would a sergeant in the constabulary of our county have with a husband and wife dogging team?

"I'm here as me, just me," Emma continued. "Forget I'm a police woman." She stared at me for a few seconds, glanced at my husband and then nodded her head at me. "Yeah?" she asked. "You get me? Understand? I'm not here as a copper."

I flicked a look at my husband but he just sat there, saying nothing.

"Okay," I said, shrugging. "What exactly is it that you want from us?"

I'd had the idea that, for some obscure reason of their own, my mind entertaining the wildest notions, that the police wanted us to act as bait in some ludicrous operation against dogging. The ridiculous notion had gotten into my head that there was some huge crackdown on public decency offences in the offing. In my head I'd envisioned a scene from one of those cop programmes on telly, all the pervy doggers being hauled off in handcuffs amid the chaos of strobing lights and SOCOs taking pictures of used condoms while Emma and the team gathered evidence, took statements...

Yeah, right, let's face it, with budgets being what they are, with bigger issues to worry about, why the hell would the Old Bill go to so much trouble – and expense – over a bit of fun in the woods? After all, our sites are chosen with an element of seclusion in mind. It isn't as though I'm taking on all-comers (no pun intended) in front of the John Lewis store in town after all.

What Emma actually wanted had me gawping at her, my mouth hanging open with disbelief.

"What?" I blurted, not quite sure I'd heard her correctly.

She closed her eyes and sucked in a deep breath. "I ... I want to go with you sometime. I want to do it too."

"Dogging?" I asked. "You?"

Emma, with her eyes still closed, nodded.

My husband, perhaps with wild notions of entrapment of his own, interjected with, "Is this some kind of stunt, a trap?"

Emma snorted a laugh and rolled her eyes. "What is this – Miami Vice?"

I looked at my husband, gave him the don't be a wanker stare, and said, "It'd be a bit elaborate, not to mention costly."

"It really is personal," Emma said when I, following a roll of my eyes at hubby, turned my attention to her again. She sipped the tea and grimaced. "Can I have something stronger? Then I can explain it all."

***

She took my husband bareback, kneeling on the settee to offer herself.

That was the test to prove she meant business – I took the pictures of Emma getting fucked by my husband.

It was her idea, she'd obviously thought things through, had realised we'd have our doubts and might harbour some suspicion.

I gave yet another shrug when my husband looked at me after Emma made the suggestion, his eyes questioning. "You've watched me getting fucked often enough. If you fancy her, go ahead."

She sat on the settee, her blouse flapping unbuttoned while my husband fucked his erection between Emma's pursed lips. It was so sexy seeing them together that I lifted the hem of my dress and yanked my knickers to one side, fingering my juicy slot while I stared, entranced.

I had to admit that Emma had it going for her: honey blonde hair, pretty face, big round tits. She wasn't the slimmest of women, being two and a bit decades past her twentieth birthday. She was no skinny-Minnie, but she obviously took care of herself and certainly got my husband all revved up.

Emma held my husband's dick down low at its root and wanked at it while she sucked the big plum between her lips. I took a few pictures of her staring right into the camera lens, her face all distorted, eyes sparkling.

"I don't know what it is," she gasped with her fist cranking at hubby's length. "But the idea of fucking outdoors ... A group of men, strangers ... It just gets me so worked up and so fucking horny."

I knew what she meant, it's the same for me; I can't tell you why I love dogging, what it is exactly that gets me so fucking worked up. It could be the sleaze, the knowledge I'm doing something illicit. I love getting ready, taking time to turn myself into this other woman, the one who's a consummate slut, the one who sucks cock and begs to be bathed in spunk. I'm free to be that woman, no longer the staid suburbanite with a decent job, the tidy home and who minds her P's and Q's. Out there, in the woods, a car park, or even a derelict warehouse I can let it all go and fuck anonymous men. I don't care about age, colour or race; all I see are hard cocks and big swinging balls.

It's a combination of factors, I suppose. Like I said, there's the build-up, that delicious, bubbling anticipation that has me sluicing into my knickers before we even leave the house.

When my husband started to moan and grunt, Emma stopped sucking his cock and knelt on the sofa. She rested her knees on the cushions and, with her forearms and elbows on top of the upright, shoved her arse towards my man.

"Fuck me," she sighed, reaching back with one hand to hold the cheeks of her arse open. "Stick it in that cunt."

Oh fuck – the c-word! Emma must have been really be horny for it.

I got to her first, nudging my husband out of the way with an elbow before I squatted behind Emma and slurped at her gooey pussy. I held her wide open and watched her labia peel apart with a sticky reluctance, sliding a thumb into her opening as I dabbed my tongue at the smudge of her anus.

"Oh fuck," Emma groaned as I worked at her clit and squirmed my tongue deeper into her dirty-hole. "That's so fucking filthy..."

After half-a-minute of me slobbering at her and working her cunt with my fingers, I stepped back and grabbed my husband's cock. I sucked him, cranking him with one hand while I fingered my own slit with the fingers of my free hand. Then, with Emma staring back at me over one shoulder with that hot-eyed "just stick it in and fuck me" look on her face, I slid the dome of hubby's cock-head through her sex a few times. She sighed and gasped, thrusting her hips back in an urgent signal that she really wanted my husband's dick inside her.

It was a brief yet intense fuck, with Emma's buttocks slap-slapping and trembling under the onslaught. My husband had his fingers dug into the flesh of Emma's hips, holding her firm while he bored into her body, both of them rutting away, snarling like animals.

"I can't hold on," my husband groaned. "I'm..."

He grimaced and grunted as he thrust deep and his torso curled low over Emma's back. I knew he was pumping her full of cum as he mauled those swinging tits.

Emma's fingers were moving between her legs, busy on her clit as she sought her own climax. I saw viscous spunk glistening like a pearl at her opening when my husband, gasping and fighting for breath, collapsed onto the sofa next to her. I crawled to her and splayed the woman's labia with my thumbs before tonguing a dollop of jizm from her body, then moving alongside her so we could kiss.

That was the start, and we made plans for Emma to join us on our next outing before we fucked my husband dry.

***

Dressing up with Emma had me raring to go hours before it was time to go. We went for the slutty look: garter-belt, stockings, mini skirt, tight blouse and impossibly high shoes. There was no way I'd ever entertain the idea of going out dressed like that, not in a normal public setting, not at my age – mutton dressed as lamb and all that – but the boys do seem to love it. Besides, when I went out dogging I slipped on the cover of my alter ego and left all my usual insecurities at home.

Hubby drove us out there while Emma and I messed around on the roomy back seat of the Jag. By the time we got to that night's rendezvous we both had our skirts bunched around our waists, with my hand busy between Emma's legs and hers between mine. My husband parked just as the light was fading. He gave the signal and soon enough there were faces peering in at me and Emma through the rear windows.

"Fucking hell," Emma swore. "Look at them all."

As I lowered the window on my side, I replied, "And they're all here for us, girl. Every one of those horny blokes wants to fuck the arse off one of us."

I used one hand on the first hard-on that reared its head at my window, my other hand still working at the wetness between Emma's thighs. "Nervous?" I asked her.

"Like I never believed I'd be." Emma lowered the window next to her. "But I'm so turned on at the same time," she added.

There were more cocks at my window, all in varying stages of stiffness. I released the one I'd been wanking and took hold of another, this time twisting in my seat so I could give it a little lick.

Pretty soon I had more dick than I could deal with and, after a quick glance to make sure Emma was all right, I forgot about her and got on with it.

Men were muttering together, laughing at some quiet joke one or another had made while I manoeuvred myself to a kneeling position, my head and torso leaning out of the car as though I was selling ice creams at the seaside. I had a dick in my mouth and one in each hand, my head bobbing, hands working while someone unbuttoned my blouse and hauled my tits out.

The first man came after a few minutes of action, his spunk splashing across my cheek as he groaned and grunted. Then another one let go, jizm hitting me right between my boobs, more cum sliding down the door panel of the Jag.

That's when I got out of the car – I mean, it's okay to make a mess of me, but watch the fuckin' motor!

The men encircling the car on my side stepped back, their hungry stares on my tits while they jerked at their cocks. I scouted the group and fixed my gaze on a young bloke bundled into the second row. He looked about nineteen and seemed really nervous about being there.

Perfect.

One of my personal faves – young and bricking it.

"You," I said, slipping my blouse off as I spoke. "I want you to fuck me."

He hesitated, eying the huddle around him, maybe concerned someone would object. I beckoned to him with a crooked forefinger, indicating with a smile and a wink that he should come to me.

"Don't worry," I murmured when he eventually walked to me. "Just enjoy yourself. We're going to fuck. Would you like that?" I took hold of his slack cock, which had wilted when I'd pointed him out to the crowd. "Touch me if you want," I said in a low voice. "You can feel my tits ... You can finger my pussy." Leaning in close, my hand working his length, I breathed, "Do you want to feel my tits? Do you like them?"

The young man nodded like an idiot, his head going up and down as he swallowed. "Oh yeah," he mumbled. "I think you're really sexy." His hands went to my boobs. "I ... I can't believe I'm doing this. I can't believe I'm going to fuck you." He glanced around at the avid stares of the assembly clustered around us, "This is fantastic."

I let out a low chuckle and caught my husband's eye a he hovered at the rear of the crowd. When I gave a toss of my head he knew what I meant and moved away.

"Believe it," I whispered before I kissed the man's mouth. "We're going to fuck. And these boys are going to watch."

When I held the man's hand and led him around to the back of the car, my husband, in response to my earlier signal, had been in the boot and laid out the picnic blanket.

I settled onto my knees in the centre of the blanket and began to suck on the young guy's long dick. He swelled in my mouth, groaning when I slurped and slobbered over his length of meat.

"Lucky bastard," I heard someone mutter.

"Yeah," came a reply from the crowd. "Go on, girl, suck his dick. You can suck on mine when you've finished with him."

There were more calls for the bloke to fuck my face and spunk on my tits, lewd and obscene suggestions about what they'd like to see and what they wanted to do to me. I loved it all, really adored the attention and just being so wanton and depraved in front of so many men. I sucked on that boy's cock, really making a show of it by sighing and gasping and allowing my pursed lips to make wet sucking noises when the big plum of that cock-head popped out of my mouth.

"You want to fuck me?" I gasped, rising to my feet. "Do you want to do it or shall I just toss you off over my tits?"

The man groaned and rolled his eyes, his tongue sliding over dry lips. "I want to fuck you," he croaked.

Giving him time to cool down a little, knowing he was close to blowing his load, I walked across to the car and reached into the open boot. We keep a stash of condoms in there when we go out on our little soirees; the blokes are meant to bring their own but I don't trust them – the last thing I need is for some joker's sperm to find me because he thinks it's a grin to pierce the foil packet, and the rolled up condom inside, several times with a pin. The jonnys are a necessity, vital to me for my health and peace of mind.

I rolled the latex sheath over my boy's cock and then lay on the blanket, legs akimbo. "There it is," I moaned, splaying my labia with my fingers. I rubbed my clit with the tip of a forefinger and gasped at the delicious thrill. "Put it in," I breathed, my hips moving on the blanket in urgent thrusts. I was desperate to feel him inside me; I had to have that cock stuffed into my cunt.

He moved between my legs, lay over me, held his penis with one hand and nudged the tip at me. When he slid into me we both groaned, immediately finding a quick rhythm.

"Fuck me," I grunted as I pushed up to meet him, fingers working at my clit. "Come on, really bang me."

He didn't last long. I'd say, and don't forget I was worked up and chasing my own climax so my perception could be off, but to my estimate we were at it for no more than two minutes. I was rubbing my clitoris and jerking my hips up, loving the texture of a young guy's hard muscles as I rubbed one hand over my lover's back when he gave a bellow and his whole body stiffened. He pushed deep into me and I actually felt his dick throb.

"He's cumming," I yelped. "Yes, do it, baby. Cum for me. Let it all go."

I kept on with my vigorous manipulation of my own pussy, teasing the slippery bud of my clit and fingering my now gaping opening when the boy slid out of me.

"Give me that," I panted.

The bemused man gawped down at the jonny- bag, the teat, heavy with spunk dangling.

He pointed. "This?"

"Don't spill any," I snarled when he began to yank the thing off his flagging dick. "Just hand it to me with all that cum inside."

The young bloke swallowed and swore with disbelief, the crowd around me gasping collectively when I took hold of the condom and tipped the contents over my chest.

"Cover me in cum, boys," I grinned.

At that point, with spunk sliding over my body, ready for another hard dick in my mouth or pussy – or more probably, both – I heard a moan, a female groan of pleasure.

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