The Art of seduction: 2> The Art of seduction
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Chris-t6290

Shirley Andrews is my name. I have an ample bust and ass. One that gets vigorously fucked most Sundays, which is when I go dogging.

Dogging, for those of you who live outside of the UK, relates to an outdoor sexual activity. Several women, myself included, drive to a site in the countryside. There, we get fucked by many men who line up in readiness to have their turn with us.

On a recent occasion, summer 2014, the world cup was on. Because of that, most of the men who would normally be out, looking for a free shag with a horny slut like me, stayed at home, and so I was left both disappointed and quite horny.

Driving back home, my mind was at a loss as to what I could do to make up for the morning's almost non-event. Okay, I got fucked by several guys, but not as many as would normally be the case.

Suddenly, in a rural area of the Kent countryside, my car made some strange noises before finally slowing to a jolt. ‘Now what,' my mind exclaimed, in further frustration.

Being in no way mechanically minded, I had little option but to call out a mechanic, and on a Sunday of all days. Luckily, I knew how to use the internet, and I soon found one on my phone, only to notice afterwards that I only had £20-00 in cash.

When the breakdown van arrived, I noticed two young rugged looking male mechanics. Almost instantly, my mind conceived a way that...!

On such occasions as today I have little need to wear panties, and so when I got out of my car, having they come over to confirm it was I who called them, I alighted from the driver's side most unladylike. In doing so, I gave them a good view of my almost shaved twat. I dare say my pussy mound was still moist from earlier.

"Thank-you," I said, having Roger extended his hand supportively for me to take.

Confirming that I had petrol in it - I filled it up only yesterday - Dean had me release the hood. That I subsequently did by leaning in the window and showing off my ass to them. After that, I decided to tell them about my money shortage and offered to pay the cost by credit card.

"Either way, that'll mean returning with us to the garage; depending what needs to be done," Roger informed me, as Dean looked under the bonnet.

"How often do you change the oil?" Dean enquired of me.

"Never, not since I've had it," I rejoined.

"And, that's how long," intoned Roger, as Dean unscrewed the oil cap.

"Almost 2 years," I said. "I don't use it that much, mind," I quickly added, and stepped closer to see what Dean was doing.

"You need to check the oil level with this," Dean uttered, as he drew out what was the dipstick. In doing so, some of the oil from the end, more by design than an accident, dripped on my cream coloured patterned dress.

"Sorry about that, Shirley," he apologised, and then returned the gauge to the well.

"You definitely need some oil, young lady. As for your dress, we've some cleaning solution back at the garage," Dean informed me, and with a cheeky grin, one that suggested they were of the same mind as me.

I had envisaged getting fucked across the hood of my car by them and they accepting the £20-00 I had, instead of that my car was winched up onto the back and I found myself squashed in between them.

"So, Shirley, what brings a nice girl like you out into the Kent countryside," scoffed Roger, as he changed gear and subsequently brushed his hand against my right knee.

"What makes you think I'm a nice girl," was all I felt necessary to say, a remark that prompted Dean to open his legs and edge mine towards Roger, so that, with the next possibly unnecessary gear change, the back of his hand brushed my thigh quite noticeably when he reached for the stick.

After that, and for the rest of the 10-minute journey, there was some more suggestive small talk and other hand movements. Sandwiched between them as I was, I felt like throwing a leg over their nearest thigh, but for the fact that Roger would need his left one on the pedal and not to be, otherwise, distracted by a horny slut such as they hopefully realised I was; clever though Dean was with the oil.

With my car once more lowered, Roger parked the breakdown van further along while Dean opened the garage doors and soon returned with some oil and Roger. Once the oil had been put in the sump, as Dean informed me, I again made an exhibitionistic spectacle of releasing the hand break so that they could push the car into the garage and see if anything else was needed.

"What about my dress," I exclaimed, less it get further dirty from their hands later, while being eager for them to maul my tits, ass and pussy and then vigorously fuck the shit out of me.

"Right, your dress," Dean smiled, rather saucily.

"You be alright with an overall," intoned Roger, indicating it would be washed.

"So long as it fits, I'll try anything," I crooned, in reference to a firm cock, something I figured they both had to offer me.

Getting me to follow him, Roger, who I concluded was the owner of the garage, took a clean overall from a cupboard and waited for me to get changed.

"You've got a nice ass, Shirley," he commended me, as I, with my back to him, hoisted my dress over my head and arms and then handed it to him before putting on the overall. ‘How am I supposed to get fucked by them in this,' I wondered frustratingly, as I did up the zip; their ones having buttons on them.

"That shouldn't be too long," he smiled assuringly, having returned, and then escorted me back to where Dean was inspecting the engine and such.

Observing and listening to him, he had connected a diagnostic machine via a cable to it. The readings, he told me, suggested some work would need to be done to it. ‘And how much would that cost,' I enquired, reminding them that I only had £20-00 in cash.

"That much," I exclaimed, when he told me. The cost included the call out on a Sunday, the tow, and the oil, which were listed separately, that way I could forgo the rest until later.

"We can always, seeing as your dress is being washed, Shirley, come to some arrangement to lessen the cost," Dean intimated.

"She's got a great ass; not to mention her pussy," Roger intoned.

"I have that, you noticed," I crooned, and then felt for their cocks - nice and hard, just like crowbars, they were.

"Don't bother cleaning your hands on my account," I told Dean, as he reached for the rag resting on the front of my car's open hood, and I set about releasing his long thick dick from his not so clean overall and pants. What with its stature and Roger's, from what I felt of his cock, I would be in need of some lube, oil, if I were to take their cock's up my ‘great ass' as Roger had called it.

When I'm out dogging, I rarely let a guy rail my ass, and then, only if he's got a dick with a moderate girth. The men can be so wild with their fucking that it could otherwise be painful, especially with ones such as Roger and Dean had.

"These are a firm pair of dipsticks you've got," I uttered, unable to resist at least one corny remark as I stroked their warm shafts as best I could get my hand, fingers and thumb around them. So as to lessen the drag, I had dribbled some saliva onto each palm and that of their dick's; my mouth salivating at getting my mouth and lips around them let alone that of my creaming pussy and tight little a-hole.

Thankfully, and no doubt on their part, since they had no idea what I had been up to earlier, they allowed me to alternately lick the head of each ones cock while still stroking them both, before I felt a welcome hand urge me to suck down on the cock between my lips as my head was motioned forward and back by the hand that grasped my gathered up hair.

"Hurmngh," I vociferated, as Dean additionally fucked his cock at my mouth, and for quite some while before he handed me off to let Roger face fuck me.

With his slick erection withdrawn, the inevitable saliva drooled, hung and dripped from my lower lip and chin and that of Dean's cockhead. Instead of allowing me the time to clean it from him, my mouth was quickly filled by that of Roger's rampant and longer cock; ‘this was headed down my throat,' I expected. A point confirmed when he directed me to take all of it.

"Gluh," I vociferated throatily, as Roger fucked the head of his cock in and out of my yielding oesophagus. Meanwhile, and still managing to stroke Dean's warm slick shaft, he had drawn down the zip of the overall Roger had given me, enough that his warm and part greasy hands were even now getting firmly familiar with my shapely tits.

"Her nipples are fucking hard, Roger. She's fucking horny, aren't you, Shirley," he exclaimed, and then rolled each one between his thumb and fingers, to make me get the point.

"Hurmngh," I responded, what with Roger fucking me, my throat, and with long decisive strokes of his warm thick cock.

"Hurm, hurm, hurm," I continued, as I felt the first real climax of the day well up inside me.

"Make me fucking cum," I enjoined, having I managed to draw myself back from Roger, who then, his cock wavering around a bit, quickly grabbed it and slapped the saliva slick head on my lips, chin and either cheek.

"Fuck me, come on, fuck me," I urged, and once more had a powerful thick cock back between my lips and fucking my face, mouth and throat.

"Gluh!" I mumbled, as Roger stabbed it to me, in short, sharp bursts; his groin pushing back my lips as he fuck filled my throat. On a couple of occasions, he even held me to him and then quickly pulled me all the way back. ‘Pah,' I exhaled, before once more receiving a continued vigorous fuck from his dick.

Dean, no doubt wanting to release my climax, now had his fingers inside my dowsed cunt while his other hand busied itself with stroking my hard and distended clit.

When I subsequently came, I felt a bolt, one of several, of Roger's warm spunk, splash the wall's of my mouth. Rather than take his erupting cock from me and cover my face with the rest, he continued to pump it into my mouth where it landed on my accepting tongue before sliding down the throat that he had welcomely fucked.

"Emn, delicious," I extolled afterwards. "I take it you've got some more for later. What about you, Dean," I intoned, before dribbling the last remnant, mixed with my saliva, onto my naked tits, which I then lifted up to lick the part sticky mixture from my shapely warm globes.

"You just want to get fucked, don't you," exclaimed Roger - his cock almost hard enough to give me a good screwing I noticed.

"That I do," I rejoined, and with a lascivious smile to him, just as Dean drew the zip all the way down and subsequently withdrew my arms from the overall.

No doubt having a different position to fuck his cock off in my mouth, Dean had Roger help me up. As he did, Dean slid the rest of the overall past my ass and down my legs; whereupon, I took each foot from the crumpled and pooled overall.

"Bend over, Shirley, show us your ass," Dean told me. Although I wasn't expecting him, them, to fuck my asshole just yet, I nonetheless did as he said; I even extended my right hand back and part drew my ass cheek open for them.

"That's nice, nice and tight. Does it get much action," Roger enquired, only for me to feel two fingers touch against my ‘rosebud' and lightly push.

"Yes. Yes, it gets a cock up inside it," I rejoined, before uttering a sigh as the fingers probed for an opening.

"Later, guys, there's more of me wants some cock," I appealed, even though the pleasure of having two fingers in my asshole was stirring yet another climax.

Dean, it was, who then offered me his fingers to suck, and all while I was still bent over for them. After that, he had me sit in the driver's seat of my car, just as I had flashed my pussy at him earlier, and as I reacquainted my mouth with his warm thick cock Dean directed me to stroke my clit; he no doubt wanting me to cum, albeit by my own hand, when he fucked his equally warm sticky spunk into my mouth. My tits weren't spared attention either, although it was from Roger, who was knelt behind me.

"Erm," I murmured, as I took myself from Dean's lax hold on my head.

"Any chance you can get some grease on them; your hands, that is," I appealed to him, before covering the turgid head of Dean's cock, which I then bobbed my head back and forth along.

‘Nice and slippery,' I realised, as Roger's partially oiled fingers groped my breasts, kneaded them and then rolled my hardened nipples before pulling on them for a bit and returning to gently twirling them betwixt thumb and fingers.

Suffice it to say, Roger's treatment of my tits and nips urged me to stroke my clit with fervoured alacrity. I came, but Dean just kept fucking my mouth, and with no sign of him yielding his cum to me.

Wanting to get a taste of him (I so love spunk. Be it down my throat over my face or on my tits from where I lick it off), I extended my free hand to Dean's ball sac and gently massaged each one encouragingly.

‘Alright,' Dean mouthed, suggesting that he had managed to hold himself back. And while I renewed my vigorous strumming and readied myself to receive Dean's cum juice, Roger, while concentrating his attentiveness on my right breast, had moved his left hand lower to finger fuck my very wet cunt.

"Hurmng, hurmng," I mumbled, just before my climax hit and Dean flooded my mouth with the first of his ofference, only to then take his warm prick from me and splash the remainder over my face - some of it landing in my hair - my neck and chin as it arced upwards, and, having Roger released my breast and pussy, my undulating tits and palpitating nipples. From them it dripped down to my fingers as they kept stroking my throbbing clit; onto which, Dean squeezed the dregs of his spunk.

"Fucking lovely," I extolled, before sucking his cock and smearing his cum juice into my vibrant body, one that now needed a cock, two in fact to fill it up and frantically fuck me. Only that would have to wait.

"Okay, Shirley, we don't want you thinking we're the sort to take a stranded woman for granted. So, let us get your car up and working, then...then we'll gladly fuck you over the hood of your car or whatever else you fancy.

Just then, and with that remark, I got the feeling that I'd had one or both of them before. Obviously, to avoid the police, even on a Sunday, turning up at the location of where the day's dogging was held, it changed from one weekend to the next. With the thought of that, and as Dean helped me up, I felt a pleasurable frisson resonate through me at receiving a much less hurried fuck from them, even though I would have to wait for it.

"Where's the bathroom," I enquired; although I had little need to clean myself, I did so want a pee.

"Come with me," intoned Roger, and then lead the way past where I had earlier got changed. From there he pointed out a downstairs toilet and left me to see how my dress was.

Call me doubly dirty if you want, but I quite like the taste of my urine. Not in gulps, although one guy did shower himself at me; that was too much. When I play with myself, I mean. Then, a small amount seeps from my urethra and mingles with my cum secretions. ‘No, best wipe myself,' I minded me, afterwards, at the sudden thought of them otherwise getting a tart taste on my pussy.

"The stain's gone, Shirley. I've put your dress in the dryer for later," Roger informed me, before producing a reasonable sized dildo. Besides the obvious fact that I could use it to pleasure myself while they got on with getting my car fixed, I wondered what an evidently single guy would be doing with a sex toy; specifically a woman's one.

Having thanked Roger on both accounts, I followed him as far as where I had gotten changed. There, I plopped my soon to be fucked ass on top of a work surface, one that had a cupboard below it. I then drew my legs up to a comfortable position, spread my moist labia and with it my puffy cleft and then motioned the tip of the toy along , down and up my slit a few times, before immersing the length of the toy in my sex pool while I stroked my hardened clit with my fingers.

"Herm," I sighed contentedly, as I fucked the toy into my responsive cunt and thrummed my clit through one climax and then another. After that, I somewhat slithered down from the work surface onto my bare feet. I then turned around and pulled my left ass cheek open. When I moved the dildo to touch against my asshole, I suddenly realised why Roger may have it.

In the absence of a second guy - I, of course, was blessed with Dean on this occasion - it would serve as a substitute cock, whether the woman enjoyed being double teamed, spit fucked or indeed both.

Although it was of reasonable girth to go in my anus, which was where I now wanted the slickly coated toy, it wasn't, unlike a man's cock, pliable; thankfully, my two orgasms with it had produced sufficient enough lube.

With my feet wide apart, as if I was about to be fucked from behind, I rested my upper body on the worktop. I then, having drawn my left ass cheek apart, nudged the tip of the toy against my anus and then slowly slid it in. As I did, I emitted a low pleasured sigh while my mind wondered how much longer I would have to wait until I got an actual cock up my ass instead.

"Fuck me, yes," I intoned, my left hand now fucking the toy to me while the other ardently stroked my clit.

"Here you are," Dean presently said. "Nice ass," he then added.

"One that's in need of cock," I yearned, as I slowly slid the dildo back and forth to emphasise my point.

"Your cars fixed, so...what are you waiting for, Shirley," Dean crooned, and with a lustful smile.

Having removed the toy, which I elected to take with me, I followed Dean back to my car.

"You won't be needing that," he chuckled.

"That depends if you're up to the task or not," I teased, as I sauntered along behind him.

"All done," exclaimed Roger, who, as with Dean, had his greasy overall on, of course.

"Ready to get properly fucked, now. You won't be needing the toy," Roger iterated, as he began to undo his overall in readiness to give me a good railing.

"That's what I said, but...!" Dean intoned, and subsequently began to unbutton his overall.

Knelt down in readiness to once more suck their cocks, which, when they took down their pants, were reasonably hard, I placed the toy on the ground.

"Here you go, Shirley, try that," Dean intoned, as he poised the nozzle of a small can of oil for my hands, and then dripped some onto each palm. That, of course, would mean tasting it when I sucked them, which I now did as I subsequently wanked them both - the taste of the oil apart, it nonetheless aided my stroking their nicely firming up erections.

"Lovely and hard," I exclaimed, before directing them both towards my mouth, where I licked and sucked their cockheads as best that I could before presently releasing them.

There was little more to say and little more said as Dean lay on his overall and then motioned me to get over him.

"Fuck the toy in my ass for a bit, Roger," I told him, as I readied myself to feed his workmate's cock into my wet pussy, which it slid easily in and out of as I fucked myself on it for a brief while.

Mere moments later, and as the dildo slipped easily into my asshole and Roger fucked it back and forth, it had to have been smeared with the welcoming oil I realised.

"That's it, fuck my ass, fuck my cunt, fuck me," I urged, as I rode back and forth on them.

Having released the toy to Dean, Roger, as expected, offered me his cock, which I once more sucked.

"Hurmngh," I vociferated, each time he swung his hips at me and I rocked back on his hard fucking dick. I was equally pleasured that Dean was able to maintain the right angle for the dildo as I continued fucking myself on the toy and his firm erection.

Suffice it to say, I eventually, after another euphoric climax, yearned to have something firmly pliable and warm in my backside. Having made a hint towards that, Dean slowly eased the dildo from my rectum and then splayed both my ass cheeks for Roger's thick cock to intrude up it.

"Fuck, yes, lovely," I crooned, as he slowly slid some of it in and then considerately drew it back.

"Give me it all, Roger, fuck my ass with it," I impelled him, as I remained still; Dean's cock filling me up to the hilt.

"Oh fuck, yes, like that, nice and hard, nice and fucking deep," I cried out, as a fulfilling climax took a hold of me.

"Fuck my ass, fuck my cunt, fuck me!" I exclaimed, as I rode myself back and forth on their lovely thick cocks while Dean and Roger fucked themselves into me.

It was Dean, sucking my left breast and nipple and pulling on the right one with his left hand, that set me off.

"Oh fuck, oh God, yes, yes, yes, more, fuck me," I uttered, before going into jerky body spasms as my climax hit me; all that, this, and I'd yet to be bent over my car's bonnet.

"Fuck, that was lovely, guys. What about your earlier suggestion...over my car's bonnet," I intimated.

Since they'd proven themselves to be more than capable, I left the dildo Roger had given me, and soon found myself as I had been when I had the toy in my ass; this time, and make no mistake about it, a cock would be up there. First, though, my buttocks were smeared with oil as was my curple and slightly relaxed and open asshole, which was spared having the nozzle put up it.

Stood at either side of me - my hands, for now, resting on the car's hood - I received several resounding yet pleasurable slaps on my ass cheeks - the oil dampening the otherwise accompanying sting. After that, they bowed down and each kissed my no doubt reddened butt. Once they had finished, Dean moved behind me. And while Roger held my ass cheeks open for his colleague, Dean slid his cock into my invitingly open asshole and gave it a damn good reaming.

"Fuck, yes, like this, fuck me, fuck me in my ass, fuck me in my ass," I cried out; Roger contenting himself to stroke my clit for me and so infuse and facilitate my imminent climax while he awaited his turn in my tight asshole.

Admittedly, it wasn't that much different from what I had gotten earlier on, however, I also enjoy the occasional fuck like this with random guys I pick up, usually on a Friday, after work (I'm a legal secretary no less).

Roger drilled my ass just as forceful as Dean had; he almost hand fucking my cunt with similar alacrity, only to eventually remove his cum soaked hand and offer it up to my mouth. As I relished tasting myself on his fingers, Roger moved his cock from my ass to my pussy and gave it an equally forceful reaming.

"Hurmngh," I vociferated, what with Roger's groin resoundly slapping against my ass cheeks as he thrust fucked his thick dick into my warm and dowsed horny cunt.

Having been told how much the repair etc cost, they were certainly getting their money's worth while pleasuring me at the same time; a win, win situation.

"Keep fucking, keep fucking me," I urged, as I sensed my next climax well up and subsequently explode in my head. ‘That was a pretty powerful one,' I realised, as Dean held me to him, his cock embedded deep in my asshole while he allowed it to wash over my quavering body.

"The game will be on soon," Roger somewhat reminded him (England's afternoon match).

"Are you ready for some more cum, Shirley," Dean intoned.

"Please," I rejoined gleefully, and soon found myself laid across the hood of my car. And while Roger fucked me from one side I sucked Dean's cock and was presently rewarded with a shower of warm sticky spunk, which not only landed on my face and upper body but on my car's bonnet as well.

"You can lick that up afterwards," he jollied, as I sucked the vestiges of Dean's cum from his receding cock.

Mere moments later, I received a similar shower from Roger's cock as he wanked his sticky load over my body - the force of his first eruption reaching my neck, while the others caught my tits and from there streaked down my pussy. Roger's cock was still hard enough that he fucked out the residue in my contented pussy, which he opened up, licked and finally kissed, before going to get my washed and dried dress.

Having he returned, I put it on over my body, which was covered with grease and their slowly drying spunk.

"So, how much do I owe you," I smiled.

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