Ned introduces me to dogging

My boyfriend, Ned, who is around five years older, told me to get ready for a date night he had planned. With much excitement, I got ready. I wanted something very tight and revealing, I picked out a mini dress with spaghetti straps with a low-cut neckline that showed off my curves, my back, and most of my cleavage. I had black patent leather heels with red bottoms on and a pair of black fishnets that went up to just above the knee. My hair was in an elegant bun with small, loose curls framing my face.

At the end of the date, Ned took us to a familiar spot, the golf club car park. It may not seem like much, but it was a beloved place between us both.

Our favorite thing to do in those days was drive up to the car park in the woods near the golf center and fool around with the lights on, Ned used to lie naked in his backseat, and I would be on top of him, naked, laughing and whispering as we heard other cars pull into the parking lot behind us.

When parking the vehicle, I immediately could feel Ned's hands exploring every inch of me as we lay there together in his car, our bodies intertwined in passion and desire. His lips moved against mine, exploring them as if for the first time each time they met again. His fingertips delicately traced patterns across my skin, sending shockwaves. Once it got fairly late in the night, Ned drove me home.

During the peaceful drive, I couldn't help but remember that one day, Ned grabbed me by the neck and roughly pulled me out of the car, his leather belt still in his hand. His cold gaze met mine, and I shivered in anticipation of what would come. He bent my body over the hood of his car and bound my wrists with his belt, pressing them tightly together and securing them in a way that made it impossible for me to escape. The smell of oil and gasoline filled my nostrils as Ned nestled up against me. I felt utterly vulnerable but strangely alive as if an electric current was running through my veins. He whispered words of reassurance into my ear as he started to thrust deep within me. Cars drove past us slowly, probably staring at our compromising situation. It shocked me how much pleasure I could feel at someone witnessing us like this; it pushed my excitement even further. As each car passed, we were a little more daring and adventurous until we were finally finished. We laughed as we dressed quickly, just in case another vehicle would turn up at any moment, before heading home in high spirits. When we arrived at my house, we kissed good night.

Few days later, we met again and had fun in the car park, when we were driving back home, Ned mentioned on Friday nights people organise bukkake meets in the car park. I had never heard of it before and immediately asked him if he'd ever been. He sheepishly nodded yes, and neither of us said a word for a good minute before I blurted out, "Do you want to go?"

My stomach twisted into knots as soon as the words escaped my lips; my face must have instantly flushed because Ned stared at me in shock. His gaze softened, and he answered, "Yes."

That night I couldn't sleep. I was full of nerves and excitement as I thought of an outfit for my first bukkake. I wanted something that was sexy yet comfortable, something that would make me feel confident and in control. After some deliberation, I finally settled on a black crop top with a white lace trim and matching shorts that showed off my midriff. I added a pair of white knee-high boots with chunky heels to compliment the outfit. To complete the look, I threw on a long black leather jacket to keep me warm outside and topped it off with gold hoop earrings and bangles.

The following day nerves were intensifying, and I was considering bailing out until I saw Ned; his smile and compliments were assuring, and he kept telling me, "They should be nervous for getting to fuck such a hottie." We drove to the car park, filled with equal parts anticipation and fear. The lights were bright, and we could hear people moaning from inside some of the parked cars. I knew what this meant but wasn't sure if I was ready for something so daring. We continued walking closer and closer, but with every step, I felt myself grow more and more conflicted between wanting to explore my curiosity and not wanting to be used by strangers.

When we reached the other participants, we were shocked to see that it wasn't just young couples like us. There were older men, fat ugly men, and people of all sizes and ages enjoying the experience. Some had brought a partner, while others had come alone. We tentatively walked over to one group where a slim brunette was bent over with her head between an older man's legs as he came over her face. Another group had a tall blonde girl standing on her knees as several more petite men surrounded her and aimed their cocks at her willing mouth. Everywhere we looked, there were couples and groups involved in various sexual activities involving bukkake--all seemingly enjoying themselves immensely!

I felt my heart pounding as Ned excitedly pulled me through the crowd, his grip tightening around my hand. I sensed heads turning, eyes filled with envy and admiration--as well as something else. Lust? Fear?? My stomach contracted at the thought of what was about to unfold--those leering eyes were transfixed on me for something that disgusted me beyond belief, a bukkake. Yet I couldn't help but feel a strange mix of emotions. Some people looked dangerous, while others gave off an aura of dark excitement.

We were marching towards my first bukkake as I was lost in thoughts. Once we were in the center of a group of pervs, Ned smiled and carefully undressed me, and positioned me in the middle of the group. As soon as he was finished, the men all started to make their way towards me. I felt a thrill as I watched their bulges grow harder and harder until they were ready to come over me. I knelt before the group, trembling with anticipation. As I looked into their eyes, a silent agreement was made, and slowly one of the men stepped forward. He unzipped his pants with an intensity that sent shivers of pleasure up my spine.

The next few minutes felt like an eternity as I was subjected to a barrage of hot cum, all over my face and body. The sensations were indescribable--both pleasurable and overwhelming. One after another, they came over my face and body, each one pushing me further and further out of my comfort zone until I felt like I was going to burst with pleasure

As the last man finished, I looked up to see Ned standing beside me with a mischievous grin on his face; he had watched the entire thing from start to finish, aroused by my pleasure and daringness. As I lay there in a state of pure ecstasy, soaking in the sensations, I heard one of them whisper something to me. "Welcome to bukkake country."

At that moment, I had transcended my own boundaries and embraced something new and exciting. For the first time, I was able to explore my desires without judgment or shame. This experience opened up a whole new world for me and allowed me to finally be unafraid of expressing my sexuality without fear or guilt. In the next few days, our chats with Ned started to become wilder; after all, he was my guide on this new venture, and he suggested that I start with something smaller, like a blowbang. He said it would be easier for me to learn and adjust at my own pace, so I took his advice.

"You're ready for a blowbang," he smiled at me as he kissed my forehead. "I'm definitely ready," I replied, feeling both excited and terrified of the prospect. After that night, I couldn't help but fantasize about taking a more active role in the dogging meets; instead of just allowing them to cum on my face without any other interaction, I wanted to sample each man's cock with my mouth.