Nailed in the parking lot
written by:
Chris-t6290

Thankfully the dull pain in my ass, having been ravaged in the park by way too many guys than I would normally go off with, quickly subsided. And two Saturday's later I was once more ready for some naughty adult fun.

With the warm July weather still continuing, I decided to try a country inn, of which there were many in the rural Kent countryside. Kent, for those of you who live outside the UK or have never visited outside South East London, is a vast area of countryside. One that stretches from the border of where I live to Margate and from there to the white cliffs of Dover, and down to New Romney. As usual, I would make my way to my chosen location by train, although, I wouldn't be travelling as far as any of those.

Another thing I naughtily enjoy about the train journey, especially with the long carriages, is that I can both flirt and marginally exhibit myself to male passengers, including those who are travelling with partners and the like.

I must just quickly tell you of what happened on one such occasion. The guy looked at his girlfriend, smiled and then directed her attention towards me. In doing so, she smiled at me in a most provocative way. I don't count myself as being attracted to women but her unexpected attention sent a tingle up my spine and made my clit throb. Two stops later I arrived at my chosen station while they continued further along the line. Who knows, if the opportunity arises again I may just stay on and see where it leads.

I first consulted my large rural map and selected a town I hadn't marked off as having visited. I then looked up the area on the internet and garnered a more detailed layout. In all, I made a note of four prospective inns. There were many more, but those four had parking areas, which would be ideal for some private car sex with two young men (hence the title of this story).

After my previous, Saturday, ordeal, I bought a tube of sex gel to act as a better lubricant to that of the oil and so put that in my shoulder bag instead. For my attire, I wore a white thong of the type that are narrow fronted, no bra, a close fitting yellow top and a short light-blue skirt that would barely cover my ass if I bent over. What with there being no rain this past seven days, I decided on a pair of cream sandals for my dainty feet; the toenails of which, along with those of my fingers, I'd varnished red to match my lipstick.

As with the Saturday of a fortnight ago, I took something to read. This time a book, one that, unlike that Saturday, I would read both on the train and as I was sat in the grounds of the inn. ‘Yes, this one's perfect,' I smiled to myself, having chosen one with an erotic cover. ‘No mistaking what I'm reading with this,' I remarked to myself, and then put it in my bag along with my house keys, purse and card holder.

I first took a bus to Chislehurst. To get there by train would have taken longer than the 10 minute bus ride and cost a lot more in fares; where would us Londoner's be without our ‘Oyster' card (a pre paid card that gives the user a reduced fare).

I arrived at the station with just enough time to buy my ticket and wait a couple of minutes before the train arrived. As the carriages went past I looked for one that would suit my naughty disposition - the second one as it happened. Having the train stopped, I got on at the end and made my way along the first of the six carriages. When I reached the partition to the next one, and with the train fair moving, I was jostled a bit by its movement around a bend. Subsequently, and even though I reached out for an arched handle on the back of a seat to my left, I part lost my balance and careened around, landing in the lap of a grey suited gentleman; though how much of a gentleman he was remained to be seen as my buttocks noticed the warm swell of a hard-on.

"Sorry, sir," I apologised, to several grunts of disapproval from neighbouring passengers about my unfortunate behaviour. Thankfully he was alone, and the middle seat beside him was empty, and so I slunk into it.

To my left, I noticed a broadsheet newspaper on the seat and picked it up. It was the ‘Independent', the lighter of the British broadsheets and, I realised, the perfect cover for what my deviant nature had in mind. Laying it open on my lap, it extended across to where the gent's hard-on was. Not one for being concerned as to what others think of me - I'm a slut and I enjoy being one - I moved my right hand from the pages I was supporting and pretended to scratch my thigh. What I actually did was to pull my skirt up for his attention before I then moved it to feel his cock.

God, it was big and thick with it. My mom, who's as much of a slut as I am, told me about the days when trains had single carriages and it took a good 20 minutes for a supposed fast train to get between stops - fast, when she was in her 20's, meant missing several rural stops in between. She'd deliberately enter a carriage with one or two guys in it and invitingly let them fuck her senseless; she even, although at the time it was illegal, took it up the ass if they showed interest in that. And as I stroked his tool, I wished that we were in such a single compartment. Give me 20 minutes alone with a firm willing cock like this one.

Hello, I think he's got the message, I realised, as I felt his left hand stray onto my thigh. Just then, and with the train's tannoy announcing the next stop, several of the other passengers grunted as they got up in readiness to leave; indeed, all of those who were sat in the other three surrounding seats.

"What say we move towards the window," I whispered, giving his cock a fond squeeze to entice him, and then folding up the paper and moving to my left.

Thankfully, the few passengers who boarded the train sat further along the carriage. Not only that, but the next stop was some ten minutes away, plenty of time for some undisturbed fondling I realised as I once more spread the newspaper out. This time I wasted no time at all and went straight to it, it being the word. The cheeky fellow had only unzipped his nylon fly and taken his cock out for me.

"I'm off to a pub, looking to get a good hard screwing from one or two guys, if I'd known I'd land in your lap, well..." I told him, as I began stroking his warm firm shaft.

"You're shaved, you naughty slut," he exclaimed, upon feeling my smooth hairless mound.

"I take it your wife isn't, then," I rejoined, as his fingers slid into my pussy, either side of my damp panties.

"Lift up your ass," he told me, and having obeyed, he eased two of his cum slick fingers into my rectum and had me sit down on them.

‘Well, this is different,' I thought. Two fingers up my tight asshole while he used his thumb to fuck my pussy, and all while I stroked his warm vibrant cock.

"Fuck me, sir, fuck me," I lowly cried. And moments later I felt the flesh within the grasp of my hand swell, followed by the warmth of his spunk as it spewed out and down it.

"Fuck me, yes," I shrilled, as his own hand motions had me cumming.

"You've been a dirty young girl, lick it off," he enjoined; whereupon, I lifted up the cum spattered paper and, without hopefully being noticed, licked the head of his cock and then my hand.

"I'm getting off here," he informed me, as the tannoy announced the approaching stop and having we made ourselves once more respectable. "If you ever travel this way again, here's my card," he said, and handed it to me before leaving me to complete my journey.

At first, and feeling flushed after the heated sex we'd enjoyed, I fanned myself with his business card. It was only when I slowed down my hand waving action that I noticed, not so much his name, but that the rascal was an MP (Member of Parliament). ‘The kinky bugger,' I thought, only to realise how poignant my choice of words were, having the sod put two of his fingers up my ass pipe.

‘I may just take you up on your offer, Richard,' I mussed, especially if I strike out today, or feel like some extras. ‘Ho hum, 10 minutes more,' I realised from checking my watch. Rather than read my book, I raised my right hand up to my nostril and drew in the residue of Richard's pungent spunk. Immediately my clit responded as did my pussy. Still alone, I once more spread the newspaper out. I then slid my right hand down between my thighs and began stroking my throbbing clit, imagining as I did that it was Richard who was frigging me.

"Tickets, please," a voice from behind called out.

Stopping what I was doing - I hadn't fully cum - I removed my outward journey ticket with my sticky right hand and held it out for him to check.

"Emn," he remarked, followed by a noticeable sniff of his nose. "Yes, that's okay," he said, before handing it back to me. Moments afterwards, and as he continued checking the other passenger's tickets, my stop was announced.

‘Red bull Tavern, here I come,' I crooned to myself, as I stood up and left the cum stained paper for whoever may want to read it.

Although my chosen location had a town centre, it was about a mile walking distance away from the train station. Where I was now headed was half a mile in the opposite direction, and I was still feeling a bit frisky from the ticket inspector having interrupted my play. ‘Oh well, not to worry,' I told myself, as I looked forward to finding one or two young men who would help me with that, and a lot more besides.

‘Perfect,' I thought to myself, as I presently caught sight of the tavern's sign, and in particular the gardens and parking area at the back - exactly like the photos on the website.

As I made my way around the bend in the road, I noticed three six-seat tables outside the inn, each one occupied by at least two people who were chatting away in between taking a sip of their preferred drink. Inside, it was less crowded I noticed, and having made my way to the bar and sat on a high stool I was promptly served a gin and tonic by Mark - the bar personnel all wearing a badge with their name on it.

Near either side of the room and someway back from the bar, were two tables. The one on the left was being used for pool, while the other one had some strange white wooden mushroom like posts stood up on it. I have no idea what that game is nor how to play it, and from the inactivity, neither did anyone else there.

‘Okay, let's see what the garden has to offer,' I thought, and slid down from the stool. As I did, and having not returned my purse to my bag after paying for my drink, it slipped from my hand. ‘Dam,' I scolded myself, but as I bent over to pick it up I felt a rush from the eyes I knew were burning into my exposed buttocks.

Collecting my drink, I sauntered to where the light was coming through a double doorway and stepped into the garden area. It was just as crowded as the front I first observed, only to then notice a tall tree, one that caused a shade on the strip of lea below. ‘That will have to do,' I surmised, and made my way over and sat down.

Far from the ground being damp from dew, which is what others had no doubt assumed of it, the grass was quite dry I noticed when my bare backside came in contact with the arid surface; Indeed, as I sat down the green shoots of grass lightly tickled my skin. Soon I had my book out and was reading it, the cover held up almost as an advertisement of what it was about - sex, steamy and sweaty fucking. It didn't take long for someone to sit on a nearby table; three young lads in fact.

Ignoring their presence, I took another drink of my cocktail. Then, having set the glass down, I drew up my skirt with the elbow holding the book and continued reading. Slowly, and a bit at a time, I eased the hem of my skirt up, and listened for their whispered exchanges, which told me to stop.

I have remarkable hearing, and from what they were saying to one another, at least one of them could see the line of my thong, which, and since it was white, emitted a dark stain were it was moist.

As I read the next page I ignored the silence from them. I did, however, notice a grunting noise, having one of them come over and sat about a meter to my left.

"It's quite nice here in the shade," he began, with some small talk, which I chose to ignore. Let's face it, I'd practically offered myself to them on a plate, what with the way I was sat and what I was reading.

"I haven't seen you around these parts," he then said.

Realising that was his best line, I informed him I was a weekend traveller, and that I visited a different part of the countryside each weekend when the weather was up to it.

"Thank you for choosing our little town," he commended me. "I'm Brian, by the way and my friends are Tony and Mark," he said, as he beckoned them near.

"I'm..." I nearly said horny, what with them almost crowding me. "...Marie," I smiled, lowering my book to acknowledge each one in turn, before continuing to half consciously scan the page I was reading. As I did, I felt the odd blade of grass brush against my upper thigh. Since there was no noticeable breeze, I realised it had to be one of them that was teasing me. I chose to ignore him, hoping that which ever one it was would continue.

Moments later, I sensed grass brushing both of my upper thighs. I looked down between my legs and noticed that Mark was sat cross legged in front of me, almost shielding my part exposed body from everyone else. I had a sudden need to get onto the sex part; not in what I was reading mind. Still supporting the book, I moved my right hand down, giving them the no doubt impression that I would flick away the grass they were teasing me with. Instead, I hooked my thumb around the moist gusset of my thong and pulled it across, as I did so, I felt the grass to my right brush against the back of my hand.

Almost immediately it flirted over my wet pussy, which then registered a tickling sensation, one that caused me to lightly giggle and spontaneously shut my legs.

"I fancy another drink," I told them, "would you care to join me," I said, soon standing up.

Nodding their agreement, and with all three of them shielding me, I bent over and picked up my empty glass, along with my bag and book. Although I half expected to feel a hand on my naked ass, it wasn't forthcoming, not yet, anyway.

Back inside the dimly lit inn, and sat on a stool with my skirt draped around me, I felt a telling hand stroke my buttock and soon seek out my sweet spot; my tight little asshole.

Managing to somehow edge myself further back, the fingers, from one of them, slid into my anus.

"Ohh!" I cooed with delight, as I received the almost same pleasured sensation that Richard had given me.

"The board's free, now," Tony announced.

"Do you play darts, Marie," Mark, the one who was delicately fingering my ass, enquired.

"That, and some other sporting games," I told him, before reaching back and taking his hand away.

"Are you just going to tease me, or..." I whispered, and then felt for his now obvious hard-on.

"This game first, there's the rest of the day for what you obviously came here for," he averred, adding a wink followed by a glint of his blue eyes.

‘If it's the only way I'm gonna get laid by them, then, why not,' I agreed, and then followed Mark and his pals to the dart board.

I actually play for my work's darts team and so I'm pretty good. Mark and his friends, obviously, unaware of that, no doubt expecting me to be less competent; even miss the board and then bend over to pick up the dart. ‘Okay, then,' I regaled to myself. When it was my turn, partnering Brian, I landed two haphazardly in the 10 and 7 and caught the side of the board with the third missile.

As I bent over and picked it up I knew that I was once more showing my backside to those behind me, in addition to that of my new found acquaintances.

"Bad luck," Mark cheered, as I stooped down to collect the dart from the floor and then handed him all three for his go. ‘You've got a nice ass by the way, Marie,' he grinned, as he took them from me. After three more rounds of throwing, and me flashing my ass to all and sundry, Mark and Tony were the expected winners, of that game, anyway, although, and if sex was a game, then for me there are no losers - we each getting what we want.

"That's enough competitive sport," Mark exclaimed, "what say you join us for something highly pleasurable, Marie," he intoned.

"Lead on," I told him, accepting that he was a man of his words, and along with Brian and Tony I followed Mark to where he'd parked his car, amongst about 12 or more others.

"It's not very private," I exclaimed, as I went to squat down, ready to suck and stroke the cocks that, once they were saliva coated and hard, would soon be fucking me.

"You're right, it's not, Marie, but there's somewhere else, somewhere close by," Mark assured me. And having unlocked the car and opened the rear door, I followed Tony inside and sat on the back seat.

No sooner were we under way, than I lifted up my skirt and pulled down my thong.

"Fuck, the horny slut cant wait," exclaimed Tony, unable to believe my wanton forwardness.

"Stick your tongue in my hot wet cunt," I impelled him, and having craned himself over me, I grabbed Tony's nape and pushed his face into my pussy.

"Lick it, lick my cunt," I encouraged him, his fingers soon stroking my distended clit as he flashed his tongue up and down my slit.

"Okay, let me see your cock, now," I soon said, wanting to get my mouth and lips fully around one; Richard's spunky prick being a foretaster.

"We're almost there, Marie," Mark announced. "You'll soon have all the cock you want and can handle," he called back.

"Let me stroke it, then," I crooned, and moments later I had my hand, fingers and thumb around the second cock of the day, just as Mark slowed down. Having come to a halt, and mindfully stroking Tony's shaft, I raised my head and looked out of his window and then that of Brian's and finally the windshield.

"Where are we," I enquired, as I, and now using two hands, ran them up and down Tony's firm erection.

"Behind you, Marie," Tony said. And turning my upper body and that of my head, enough to look out of the nearside window, I noticed a desolate building.

"It's an old deserted pub," Mark explained, "plenty of privacy for what you want, right," he told me. "So, why don't you take your clothes off, Marie and get yourself comfortable. Tony, Brian and I will give you all the cock you can handle," he said, before stepping out of the car, taking the keys with him and unlocking the boot.

"There you go, no worry about scuffing your legs," Mark assured me, as he spread a double folded blanket on the ground. ‘Most thoughtful,' I remarked to myself, only to then realise that I no doubt wasn't the first woman they'd picked up and brought here.

Sat on the edge of the back seat, naked, and with my legs slung out of the car, I took Mark's offered hand and got up and out, followed by Tony. Thankfully, although it wasn't otherwise necessary - the cars that did pass the pub being few - Mark had parked close to the rear of the desolate building so that we couldn't be seen by any approaching and passing vehicles.

"Thank you," I said, and then, still holding Mark's hand, I knelt down on the blanket in readiness to suck their cocks.

"Here you go, Marie," gestured Tony, who directed his long one towards me while Mark and Brian unzipped their Chinos - Mark's being a beige colour, while Brian's was a pastel blue; Tony, by contrast, electing to wear a pair of jeans, which, from the look of them, were somewhat new.

"Ur-urm," I moaned contentedly, as I finally got a mouthful of a man's cock. With the other two exposed, I reached out for them. Mark's was thick I noticed, from my not being able to fully get my fingers and thumb around the warm shaft and of average length (8 inches I guess), Brian's, on the other hand, was as long as Tony's and as thick as Mark's.

"You've got some amazing cocks, guys," I lauded, before moving to suck Mark's meaty one and subsequently stroke that of Tony's.

"Urm-urm," I continued to murmur, as I feasted on the cock that fucked my mouth.

"You should come here more often, Marie," exclaimed Brian, as I moved my cock hungry mouth to encompass his glans and presently that of his long thick shaft.

"I may just do that. It all depends on how well you screw me, guys," I informed them; after which, and apart from pleasured moans, little else escaped my lips as Brian took his turn fucking my mouth.

"Puh!" I exhaled, when he finally released me - saliva drooling from my lower lip and chin, not to mention Brian's cockhead, the shaft of which I held onto, and then licked and sucked up the remnants from it.

"Who wants to stick their lovely hard cock in my horny wet cunt first," I proffered, still stroking Brian as I reposed myself to be almost on all fours. "As for you," I said, indicating Brian with a pleasant squeeze, "I want you to fuck my mouth and throat, okay."

"Yes, mam," he exclaimed, as Tony, he being the one I relinquished, got behind me and soon had his long cock pumping away inside my wet sex.

"Urmngh," I murmured, the pair of cock's fucking my mouth and cunt acting as an otherwise metal spit, and both plunging into my wanton accommodating fuck holes at the same time. As for Mark, he was content to lay part way under my left side and stroke my sticky clit while fondling one tit and sucking the other. It wasn't long, especially with that amount of attention to my erogenous zones, before my body was bucking and shaking with the onset of a heated climax, one that encouraged Tony to thrust himself deep into my cervix and to tease my exposed brown button with his thumb.

Of course, I was too much enjoying my second climax of the day to otherwise object to his welcome attention, if that I had wanted - far from it. Instead, and as my climax trailed out, I motioned myself back on his long shaft and probing thumb; I had, after all, already had Mark's fingers in my anus.

"Marie, here, seems to enjoy having her ass played with, Mark," Tony regaled.

"Oh does she," he exclaimed, having released my throbbing right nipple from the warmth of his sanctuary, and then encompassed the left one with his soft warm wet lips.

"Hurm," I moaned, and just as Tony speared his long dick into me and then slowly withdrew himself from my creamed pussy.

Instead of getting up from beneath me, Mark manoeuvred himself around and then drew me onto his cock in the cowgirl position with my hands braced either side of his shoulders.

"Not in my ass yet, guys," I told the others, as Mark now supported my shapely breasts in the palm of each hand and then fondly caressed them.

"Fuck me, Mark, fuck your cock into me," I impelled him, as I motioned my hips up and down his thick length. Almost immediately, my pleasured cries were curtailed by Tony when he offered me his cum slick cock to suck on, which I obligingly did.

"Hurm, hurmn," I moaned , as another climax welled up inside me, helped along by two of Brian's fingers frigging my back passage.

It felt almost delirious, as, and with the warm English sun beating down on our bodies, I once more came - Brian having added a third finger to my tight little asshole, which was all it took to push me over the edge.

Realising just how wet and horny I was, Brian soon had his thick piece of meat alongside that of Mark's. ‘So long as they don't expect me to take them in my ass this way,' I remarked to myself, as I enjoyed a three-way screwing from the trio of young fit, virile lads.

No sooner had they had taken themselves from me than I was directed to kneel on my haunches and suck and lick Brian's and Mark's cocks for them. After that, I was bent over the warm hood of Mark's car and vigorously fucked by each of them as whichever one it was gripped my hips.

Tony, it was, who nailed me first, and as with the others after him, he pulled me down by my hair and had me suck his cock when he had finished. When I got back up and turned to once more receive a good hard fucking from the next one, I moved my feet further apart.

"Stick your cock in my cunt and fuck me with it!" I called back, and having slapped my right ass cheek with my right hand, I drew it back invitingly.

"That's it all the way in, I want to feel it in my gut," I impelled him - Mark.

"Fuck, yes, that's it, ram your cock up there," I called out—loudly.

"Make me, make me suck your lovely cock," I told Mark, now on my haunches before him. Grabbing my hair in his right hand while inflaming the size of his dick with his left, I first spat on it and then opened my mouth to receive a good hard face fucking.

"Hurmng, hurmngh," I vociferated, as Mark swung his hips back and forth; the force of which, occasionally knocked me back a bit as he did so. When he presently took himself from my well fucked mouth, the saliva drooled out in long thick gobs which landed on my palpitating tits.

Noticing this, I then smeared it over them before returning to being bent over the hood. With my feet and ass cheeks once more apart, I wantonly accepted yet another rigorous reaming, this time from Brian's long thick specimen.

"Fuck, yes, Brian, fuck me hard, fuck your cock up me slutty cunt," I demanded. This time, and what with my fingers being moist, I shaped my red varnished fingers into a slender point and slid them in my ass, which I then fucked them in an out of with fervoured alacrity.

"Oh, fuck, my ass," I rambled, as a heated climax grew inside me, one that started in my rooted feet and trembled up my legs and thighs. I guess it got to Brian also, as I noticed what felt like sweat drip onto my back as he gave me thrust after determined thrust of his lovely long thick cock. It was only when I felt the drips on my unencumbered hand and arm that I realised what it actually was.

"Typical British weather," exclaimed Mark mordantly, as a shower fell on us even though it was quite sunny. Although I'd cum, and the rainfall was light, I quite fancied the notion of being fucked while it rained down on us, something I got from watching ‘Nine and a half weeks', however, Brian soon joined the others in the car taking the blanket with them and so I had to put that idea aside for another experience.

"Let's see this lovely ass of yours," Mark, in the back with me, said, and with his companions turned around wanting to watch me get my backside nailed.

"Only one of you at a time," I told Mark, before gesturing him to hand me my bag, my ass not ready to experience two cocks up it just yet awhile.

"That's alright, that's not what we want," exclaimed Mark, with a wry smile, as I removed the tube of gel and handed it to him.

"What then," I said, as he undid the cap and then squirted a small ball of the lubricant on to his middle finger.

"Just, well, while whichever of us fucks your tight little bum hole, Marie, we'd like you to jack yourself off, you know, like you did with Brian a minute ago," he told me, before hoisting me up and over his thick cock, which, and with my guidance was soon lodged inside my anus. Managing to support me above his lap, Mark fucked my backside with powerful upward thrusts.

‘God, he's a fucking animal,' I thought, as I agreeably fucked my cunt with similar alacrity - there being little chance of being double stuffed in the confines of his motor; not quite a Mini but...!

"Take it easy, Mark," I told him, "It's not a race," I said, only for him to turn me over and get behind me. With my head pointing forwards, my gasping mouth, as he fired his rock hard prick in and out of my tight back passage, was quickly filled with Brian's cock meat, if only to temper any more of my protestations.

It may interest you to know that, I've always wondered what it would be like to be accosted (not so much the ‘R-word') by three men, who would then use and defile my young body for their amusement, and in the confines of Mark's car I was getting a foretaste of what that might be like as I was vigorously ass fucked, and all while I jammed my hand's fingers in and out of my cunt, and got an alternating mouth fuck from Brian and Tony.

"Come here, you horny slut," Mark presently said. And turning me around, he forced my mouth down on his cock with his hands. He then, grasping my head and hair, worked my lips up and down his cock and soon fired several spurts of hot sticky spunk into me.

Still recovering from that onslaught, Tony then joined me while Mark got in the front.

"Turn around, Marie, show me that lovely ass of yours," was all he said. Thankfully, he wasn't as thick as Mark, however, his length made up for that I noticed when he speared it deep inside my asshole. ‘Maybe Richard wasn't such a bad prospect after all,' I surmised, as my ass received yet another furious, forceful reaming.

"Tell him how much you're enjoying it, Marie," encouraged Mark, as he stroked a renewed erection. ‘Surely he's not considering doing my ass again,' I thought.

"Yeah, tell me how much you like it, Marie," exclaimed Tony, who gave me a thunderous thrust of encouragement at the end.

"I like it, I like being fucked up the ass by your long cock. More, I want more of it," I rejoined, hoping that my obscene outbursts would encourage him to get off and out of me, only to receive more of what I was getting.

"Fuck my ass, fuck my ass, ram your dick up my tight fucking asshole," I continued, as an unexpected sensation took a hold.

"Fuck, yes, harder, make me cum, you lovely fucks," I called out, my body now undulating back, and on the hard cock fucking into my ass as Tony swung it forwards.

"Fuck, yes, more," I cried out, my fingers, in fact my whole hand, fucking in and out of my horny cunt as another climax boiled up inside me and presently erupted.

"Fuck, I can't wait," intoned Brian, and as Tony shot his hot cum up my tender ass, I received a warm bath of Brian's sticky spunk on my face and tits.

"I'm thirsty after all that," announced Brian. "I'm sure Marie wouldn't mind getting some liquid refreshment in her, right," he intoned, as I sucked the dregs of cum from his dick.

"Oh, alright, I suppose so," Mark conceded, no doubt wanting to give my ass another seeing to instead. For my part, I couldn't wait to get back to the tavern. There I called Richard, and after he'd given me directions to where he lived, I was out of there and away from Mark and his friends clutches.

I'll tell you what was waiting for me at Richard's next time, until then, I hope you enjoyed getting off while reading my story. Love, and hot sexy kisses on your cock or pussy. Helen Marie Davies.