It's been a long drive, plenty of time to think about what's going to happen. I cant think about it though. If I do I'll ask Mark to turn the car around and go straight back home. Every possible scenario went through my head when you told me what to do. The fact that you really hardly told me anything at all meant it was mostly a product of my overactive imagination. What exactly did you tell me? Can I still separate that from what I think?
I look at the text message I received this afternoon again.
'St Mary's lighthouse car park. Whitley Bay. 9pm tonight. Short skirt, strapless top and a smile. No underwear.'
So you're taking me dogging. That much I can work out. My stomach's in knots. Again. The light is less but it's still a good half an hour away from full dark. We're not far away now, 15 minutes by the sat navs reckoning.
I managed the first step last week. I've been going out and coming home again for a couple of weeks without doing anything at all. And each time felt like another failure. But last Friday I got four guys to cum on my tits in a late night bukake session at a dogging site near where I live. I sent you the pictures the very same night. I was so proud of myself for finally taking the plunge. The cum on my chest was my trophy and the pictures were all for you. It was exhilarating. But until I did that or something like it, you wouldn't even consider taking me out as yours.
It was hard though. It took three hours or thinking about it. Three hours of standing around in the dark talking to men who's faces I couldn't see properly. Listening to them tell me 'See that fella in the veedub? He's gay. And you wanna watch out for that gadgie too, he's definitely gay."
"They're all gay except you four." I joked back.
"That's dead right love. He is too. Another one!"
They made me laugh. I think it was their way of keeping me to themselves. And they did a good job. They chased off any competitors and did their best to make me feel safe, sexy and lusted over. After three hours I couldn't get the thought of them wanking over me out of my head and I knew that if I walked away now it would be something I regretted. So I took a breath and said "I've really fancied a bukake session for a long time now. Is four enough do you think?"
One groaned and immediately started stroking his cock through his trousers. One suddenly looked much less bored and about to leave. One said "Oh don't tease us with that." While the other looked ready to race them all to the picnic table.
"I'm not teasing. But I'm nervous. I don't wank fucking or to do anything other than wank you." I looked around at their faces for reassurance. "I would really like it though if you all came over my tits."
Oh my god! I said it! And that was how within a few seconds we were all making our way over to the table. I was whispering to Mark "Oh my God. Oh my God" over and over again. He was smiling and saying he was looking forward to this.
I looked at the table for a minute then reached out and touched it as though it might be hot or wet. It was neither. I tentatively slid up onto it so that my feet where dangling down. The men waited patently. They knew not to do anything first, they didn't want to spook me. I had to lead this all the way. I made some lame comment on how comfortable it was. Then looked at Mark and mouthed 'help me'. His eyebrows raised in a silent question to me. Do you want this? I nodded.
He reached over to me and said "Well you'll need these out then." and pulled my top straight down to my waist exposing my tits. I actually said thank you and smiled as I slid backwards onto the bench until my feet were on it too. I pulled them up to bend my knees and with a grin let my knees flop open wide as I lay down.
I heard them gasp, the men, not my knees, as they took in my knickerless hairless pussy. They all had their cocks out in an instant. Two where already hard, one I couldn't see at all and the forth was large but limp. Hands were all over my body, tweaking my nipples, stroking my belly and thighs and only after one asked if he could touch my pussy did they all feel me. I felt cold fingers slip into me, then warm ones. One made an effort to pleasure me by curling his fingers a little and rubbing hard on my g-spot. Another just fingered me aimlessly for his own pleasure more than mine. It was still my pleasure though. I was feeling used, something to touch and look at to get them off. Each time a finger slid out another one took its place and all the time their hands were everywhere. I kept my eyes on Mark. He was grinning and just watching it all happen. I asked him to take pictures for you. He only had his phone so that would do. And the pictures as it turns out are much better for it. It looks so much more real by mobile phone camera than the harsh flash of a real camera.
I wished you could have seen me right there. I took a cock in each hand and two more being wanked lower down. I was rapt. One climbed up on the seat and stood over me ready to cum. He asked me where I wanted it but he was already aiming at my tits. He only wanted to hear me to say it.
"Cum on my tits pleeeease, cover me in your cum" I begged. He obliged and another clambered hurriedly onto the seat on the other side. Cum splashed on me, hot and delicious. I almost came myself just watching it but the fingers had slowed down in my pussy as they watched their fellow doggers do what they were yet to do.
The second wasn't far behind either. He splashed me from a great height on the other side. And all of it landed right on my tits. The third came on his coat on the floor. He couldn't climb up onto the seat anyway and I was too high up to reach without climbing. A deliberate step by the council to prevent the bench being used for shagging they thought, another 6 inches lower and it would be a perfect bukake table. But East Riding Council would rather it were used for sandwiches and tea flasks. The fourth gave up at that point and put his still hard cock back into his trousers.
And so there I lay, sticky and grinning from ear to ear. I sat up with my legs wide and made no attempt to cover myself either with my skirt or my top. I was content to be as on show still as I had been since I lay down. I could feel the breeze on my wet tits and relished the feeling of the skin tightening as their cum dried on me. I ran my fingers over it and spread it out some more.
And so here we are now. I know that it was only because I actually did all that the other night that I'm now being called upon by you. I would think of it as my reward if I wasn't so scared. I could think of it as being worthy now I've proved myself in a way, or simply that you missed it on Friday so you want to see it for yourself. Whatever the reason is I'm on my way to you and the excitement and the dread are equal.
We're here. I can see your car as well as half a dozen others. We park next to it. You're sitting in the drivers seat looking at me, smiling. You beckon Mark and tell me to stay put for the minute. You two have things to discuss first. He gets out, gets in your car and sits facing away from me blocking my view of you too so I really don't know what you're saying. I wait.
Mark winds the window down and tells me to get in the back. I do. I feel calmer now we're here. I think it's seeing you that's helped. I jump in the back seat of your car. You look me up and down. I sit with my legs open. You can see my pussy. You smile approvingly. You shouldn't have to ask to see it by now. I would never want to hide any part of me from you. I quickly pull my top down so that my breasts are free too. Now you talk to me.