1. My First Time Dogging


    Date: 9/7/2015, Categories: First Time, Group Sex, Hardcore, Author: amy_X0X094, Rating: 100, Source: xHamster

    I decided I was going to do it …. After few weeks of feeling turned on at the thought of going dogging I finally plucked up the courage to do it. I had a bath and everything a girl does before she Is going for a night out. I got into a tight mini skirt, stockings, gather belt, knee high boots and a low cut vest top fortunately for me it was a lovely summer’s evening. I applied red lipstick, sexy makeup, got into my car and started heading to a dogging spot in the area that I heard about in the past. God, was I nervous that first time. I remember walking from the car to the bench, my stomach churning like a washing machine, legs trembling while I imagined them all staring at me. There were already ten or eleven cars in the secluded car park when I arrived, and one more pulled in behind me as I made that lonely walk. When I got to the bench, before I sat down, I lift my mini skirt all the way up to my waist. I showed off my stockings and garter belt when I sat down on the cold wooden slats. As I sat there, with my legs apart and my thong packed with pussy, I felt their eyes on me. I could feel the heat of their stares and imagined those red dots you see on films and television when a sniper has a target in his sights, and I wondered how many dots would be centered on the gusset of my undies at that very second. I leaned back against the bench and tried to appear casual, nonchalant and without a care in the world while I spread my thighs and tried to give my audience the best ...
    view I could. Despite my careless attitude, arms spread across the back of the bench, I felt elephants' feet dancing in my tummy. It was my first time and I was nervous as hell. The shock of a car door slamming made my heart leap in my chest and, realizing this was it, the moment of truth, I forgot to breathe for a few moments. The first one approached, his feet crunching on the gravel as I stared at him like a rabbit caught in headlights. I noticed he wasn't bad looking – probably in his fifties, salt and pepper hair and with a decent physique on him, what little I could make out in his jeans and jumper anyway. He came up to me and stopped, his eyes locked on mine. &#034Not seen you before,&#034 he said, nodding slowly. &#034But I like what I'm seeing.&#034 The man thrust his chin towards me, a finger pointing between my legs. &#034You gonna take those panties off?&#034 &#034Do you want me to?&#034 I asked, my voice creaking like a door with rusting hinges. He nodded at me, eyes gleaming. &#034Oh yeah, let's have a look at that cunt.&#034 The word sent a shiver through me. It was so coarse, so dirty, and its use shocked me. But despite that shock I experienced a delicious thrill of arousal between my legs, a clenching inside and a dribble of lust that leaked into my underwear. I stood up, cheeks burning, and hooked the waistband of my thong with my thumbs. Closing my eyes I to avoid that intense stare and his grin, I slid my panties down my legs exposing my perfectly bald ...
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