Dogging – Doing it in a Car Park
As an escort I sometimes get some odd and kinky requests from guys and, after ten years of having a great time with thousands of different guys, I’ve probably reached the point where nothing surprises me anymore. But that’s now and things were quite different even a couple of years after I started working.
Back then I was still learning about all the varied kinkiness that pervades our society and having a lot of fun doing some of those wild things. I can still remember my very first experience of dogging – even though it wasn’t called that back then and it still hasn’t really become all that popular in the country that I live in.
Oh … and before your minds take you too far down the wrong road dogging has nothing to do with our canine friends. In fact if you have a look in Google you will find that the British are the ones who gave it that strange name and it actually refers to sexual activities outdoors where some couples perform and lots of people watch.
Back when a client asked me for some outdoor sex I thought it would be a lot of fun and readily agreed. He was very specific about where he wanted it to occur, late one afternoon in a quiet car park that catered for visitors to a large public garden in the city where I lived.
I knew that by the time he wanted the action even though it would still be daylight the car park would be empty, the gardens would be closed and there was little chance of being interrupted.
He picked me up from my place and drove me down to the spot in his car. I like to tease my men so as we drove through the city I started to give him a hand job and of course, one thing led to another and pretty soon I was going down on him. At one stage when I came up for air I happened to look up just in time to see a bus crawl by while we were stuck in some heavy traffic. There were many interested faces looking down into our car from the windows of that bus.
When we reached the car park he asked me if I was game enough to be fucked out on the bonnet. Before I could answer he offered me more money and of course, being a mercenary little whore, I took it.
We started with me on my back on the bonnet and him between my legs licking my pussy and slamming four fingers into my dripping cunt. Yes, it really was dripping because for some reason outdoor sex just blows me away and this guy really does know how to lick pussy.
Damn that was hard – have you ever tried to keep quiet when every nerve ending in your body is demanding that you scream your head off? I bit my lip and dug my fingers into the metal beneath me but all I managed to do was scratch his paintwork and break a couple of finger nails. So I howled through three mind-blowing orgasms but fortunately no one heard. It really is a very isolated spot even though it’s right in the middle of the city and right next door to the Governor’s official home.
By the end of the fourth orgasm I was shaking so much that I doubted I could stand up but that was when he pulled me off the bonnet. I knew what he wanted to do next but I thought I would have to spend some time getting him hard but I didn’t. As I slid off the bonnet I touched the bulge in his pants and his cock was like a rod of iron.
When I was off the bonnet he turned me around and I leaned down on the car. He pushed my short skirt up over my hips and cheekily slapped my ass.
I felt his firm hands spread my ass cheeks apart and then his cock was driving into me and the screaming orgasms started all over again. This time I tried to stuff one hand in my mouth to dull the noise I just had to make but he reached forward and pulled my hand away.
“Scream bitch!” he demanded as he took a firm hold of my long hair and pulled my head back … and scream I did. Pleasure with a counterpoint of pain makes any orgasm even more intense.
Every time he drove his cock into me I thought my head was going to explode and when he withdrew I begged him to come back. I don’t know how long he hammered me for but when he was about to cum I remember wishing he could have gone longer.
In a way I got my wish because even after he had filled me full of his cum he continued to fuck me but I knew he wouldn’t last long. That flush of hot cum that feels so good deep inside me leaves a the head of a guy’s cock feeling super-sensitive and I’ve only had one or two guys who could last long after they’ve cum.
For a few moments after he had finished with me I half-lay on the bonnet of his car and when I stood up I leaned back against him and he wrapped his arms around me. I like that in a client – two people fucking their brains out for mutual pleasure – even if cash does change hands - don’t turn off as soon as the guy has blown his load. Touching after the main event and sharing the final wisps of passion is good too.
As we stood there I enjoyed the feeling of his arms around me and his cum deep inside me. I knew it wouldn’t all stay in there because he had blown a monster load in me but his cum was a sign of his possession and I like to be possessed by my clients.
I submit and I’m happy; they possess and they’re happy – it’s a perfect arrangement – so it was good just to stand there and enjoy those final moments.
“Have you ever fucked in front of an audience?”
“No …” I replied – intrigued and wondering if he had a very kinky job to offer me.
“Well you have now,” he laughed.
“What?”
“You have just been fucked in front of an audience.”
“An audience of how many?” I asked suddenly beginning to feel horny again.
“Ummm … about 10 I think … although I’m not sure, some of the guys might have invited others that I don’t know about.”
“And where is this audience and how did they get here?”
He laughed and took one arm from around me.
“Well you won’t see them all because some of them like to watch without being seen but there’s one guy over there,” he said pointing to a tree. “There’s another by that lamp post on the edge of the car park and another in those bushes on the other side of the road. And they got here because I invited them”
And then I did see some of them and one or two even waved at me.
So just before I got in the car, with his still hot cum running down the inside of my thighs, I stepped out into the middle of the car park and took a bow.
Later, before I got out of the car back at my place, I reached into the top of my stocking and took out the extra money he had given me and handed it back to him.
“What’s this for?” he asked looking more than a little puzzled.
“It’s yours,” I replied. “You gave me such a good fucking and such a kinky experience you can have part of it for free.”
So that was my first dogging experience even before it had a name … maybe that client and I were the very first ones to ever do it. I’ll never know but one thing I do know, I’d love to do it again but this time I would definitely want to know that people were watching.
The thought of people watching me get fucked is such an incredible and kinky turn-on.