Second Time Dogging

Following our first successful dogging experience, where my twenty-three-year-old girlfriend Isobel, or Izzy as everyone calls her, sat blindfolded and let a complete stranger grope her body and cover her tits with his cum, she openly confessed to wishing she'd sucked his cock too. I wasn't surprised, and three weeks later, we went back, ready to push our boundaries further.

The second time driving there, however, was very different to the first. The nervous tension and anticipation felt heavier. Izzy hadn't been out drinking with her friends. We knew what the place looked like. We had an inkling of what to expect. But no two experiences in life are the same, especially when it comes to something like dogging.

There was no way of knowing how many people would be there this time, until we turned up, and there was no way of knowing how the guy or guys would behave, either. In a perfect world, we wanted the same stranger as before to be there, alone again, ready to pick up where we left off.

Now, as the headlights of my car cut through the darkness of the country roads, guiding us to our playful destination, I could feel myself flickering between fight and flight mode. There was a risk of the police catching us too. Dogging is obviously an act of public indecency, but the risk was worth it.

"How are you feeling, babe?" I asked Izzy, my beautiful, blue-eyed, brunette girlfriend.

I glanced at her, taking in the way her white blouse clung to the swell of her big tits, the absence of a bra making them shift with every turn of the wheel. Her short, black skirt rode high up her soft thighs. Risqué, given the fact she also wasn't wearing any panties. Izzy was dressed for easy access.

I dressed myself with a similar mindset, jogging bottoms and a jumper, though I wasn't the one who was going to be getting groped. That was my girlfriend, and the thought of it, the thought of her enjoying herself, being appreciated and acting out her own desires, had my cock throbbing.

"It feels both scarier and more exciting than the first time," she replied. "But I'm ok."

"I know what you mean," I reassured her. "We're almost there. Remember, if at anytime you..."

"I know," she interrupted. "You got my back, Rob. I trust you to keep me safe. You know I don't want to go any further than blowjobs."

God, just hearing her say that was almost enough to make me fill my pants with cum. Izzy is such a sweet person in her day to day life. She's not shy and timid, but you'd never for one moment suspect she was into dogging. It's always the quiet, unassuming ones, hey? And that really was Izzy to a tee.

Pulling into the location, we counted two parked cars this time, each with a single person behind the wheels. I parked close, but not too close, and killed the engine and lights. I then turned to Izzy and held her hand. Our eyes locked in silence for a few moments, our breathing mutually shallow.

"Are you ready?" I asked, trying to compose myself as my heart began to race.

"Almost," she smiled, kissing my lips.

Izzy flicked her long, brown hair behind her shoulders then slipped the blindfold on, making sure her pretty blue eyes were covered. She'd also confessed to the blindfold transforming her confidence. By shrinking her world, and knowing she had me to protect her, Izzy was able to do things that nobody who knew her would believe.

"Now I'm ready," she giggled, oozing nervous excitement.

I watched her take a few deep breaths as I flashed the headlights and wound the passenger window down. Just like the first time, the cool breeze rushed inside. I caught a whiff of her perfume and the promise of what was to come, knowing she was going to smell very different when it was all over.

The doors of the other two cars opened. Both drivers stepped out, acknowledging each other as they walked towards my car. I got the vibe that they were familiar with each other, regulars to the dogging site, maybe? They were both average height and of a mature age, but one was broad while the other was a bit shorter and chubby.

"They're coming over," I whispered, a surge of adrenaline coursing through my veins.

"I can hear them," she said, breathing in sharply, her cheeks flushed as their footsteps scrunched on the gravel.

"Do you wanna know what they look like?" I asked, turning in my seat to face the open window.

"No," she replied, looking so damn hot and vulnerable.

The men stopped just short of the car and leaned down to get a good look inside, both smiling excitedly at Izzy. Their eyes fixed on the young, busty, blindfolded brunette, sitting in silence, dressed like a raunchy gift, her curvaceous figure trembling with anticipation, waiting to be touched up.

The taller man was clean-shaven but his face was weathered. He had curly dark hair and I reckoned he was around fifty. The chubby one was also clean-shaven. He was balding and looked like he ate and drank too much. I put him at roughly the same age, and wondered if we were the only young people who went dogging. It began to feel like it.

"Hey, how are you doing in there?" the taller one asked. "She's gorgeous. Are you... um..."

"Yeah, but take it easy with her," I said, my voice firm but friendly. "You can touch her."

"Of course. We play by your rules," he assured me. He then reached inside the car, cupping Izzy's big tits over her blouse. "Mmm, pretty and stacked," he groaned.

She gasped at his firm touch, her body tensing as his hand caressed, his thumb rubbing her taut, protruding nipples before he unbuttoned her blouse down to her navel. He opened it up, exposing her bare chest for all to see, her tits in all their glory.

"You're a lucky bastard, fella," he chuckled at me as his hand roamed her bare flesh, tweaking her hardened nipples.

"She's stunning, and those tits are huge. Perfect," the chubby guy added.

Izzy giggled, blushing beetroot. She was caught between her fantasy, their compliments, and being groped so freely. I knew she was loving it, and grinned with great pride. She was 'mine' and I loved her dearly. We were two kindred spirits who did go on to marry and have children together.

The chubby guy then squeezed in alongside the taller guy and reached in with his hand, brushing it against Izzy's smooth thighs. He pulled her skirt up, exhaling excitedly as he exposed her freshly shaven mound and glistening arousal. It looked so wet and tight down there, deep between her spread legs.

"She's not wearing any panties, either," he growled. "We like naughty girls. How far can we go with her?" he asked, slipping a finger inside her inviting pussy. Izzy gasped louder, gripping the seat, then moaned her approval when his finger moved in and out.

"Do you still wanna suck them off, babe?" I asked her, my cock leaking like crazy. She nodded, too breathless to answer as two strangers groped her, drove her crazy. "Open the door for them," I encouraged. I needed to see it, to watch her sucking two cocks.

Izzy reached for the handle, her movements nervous but fluid. The two men stepped back, helping to pull the door open. As she swung her legs out of the car, placing her black stilettos on the ground, they unbuckled their belts and sagged their jeans. I quickly climbed out and went round to the passenger side, trying to keep calm.

"Cracking legs. You're the full package," the taller guy told her, stroking his length to full mast, his balls looking heavy. He had a long, veiny shaft that curved upward at the end, more than a mouthful for my girlfriend.

"Come on then, gorgeous," the chubby guy groaned, gently guiding Izzy's pretty, blindfolded face towards his fatter cock. She opened her mouth, giggling, until he put it in. "Oh, that's it. Yeah, suck that dick, baby."

I once again couldn't believe my eyes as I took in the sight of my girlfriend. She was completely exposed, her blouse gaping open, her skirt bunched around her waist, allowing two men to play with her big tits while she bobbed her head between them, evenly sharing her eager mouth and tongue.

"Mmm, you know what you're doing, don't you, sexy?" the taller one groaned, feeding her his long cock. "Mmm, suck it deeper."

Izzy tried. Her lips stretched and her throat started gulping. She stroked from the base of his shaft and took him to the back of her throat. The chubby guy breathed heavily, his hands all over her tits as she stroked him in unison. I pulled my pants down and released my frustration, my eyes glued to the late night debauchery on show before me.

"Oh, fuck you're good," the taller man grunted, grabbing and squeezing one of her tits. "Is she your girlfriend?" he asked me over his shoulder.

"Yeah," I grinned proudly again.

"If you want my advice, marry her. She's a keeper, my friend." The three of us laughed.

"He has to propose first," Izzy then laughed, switching cocks, her mouth making wet popping sounds every time she switched.

"Oh, fuck," the chubby guy breathed, thrusting his hips as she wrapped her mouth around him again. "Oh, yes, suck it deep. Oh, fuck. I got a load brewing for you, girl."

His hand grabbed the back of her head as the taller guy crouched down and began to rub her pussy. Izzy spread her legs, groaning in response. She looked so dirty, so wanton, so fucking hot and sexy. As she sucked the chubby guys cock, the taller guy rubbed her clit and fingered her hole until she came.

"Yes, that's it. Come for us, sexy," he said, smirking. His other hand spread her leg wider as his two fingers thrust rapidly, her pussy squelching and sucking greedily.

"Oh, yes. I'm gonna cum," Izzy panted, leaning back inside the car, her hips flicking restlessly against his hand. "Oh, yes. Fuck!"

When she climaxed, I quickly scanned the car park, fearing her orgasmic cries might alert more people. But we were isolated. There was nobody around, unless they were visiting for some dogging action themselves. It was just the four of us having a great time.

"That pussy is ready to get fucked," the taller guy stated, eyeing her swollen opening as he stood up and sucked his sticky fingers clean.

"No," Izzy gasped, sitting up, her body shaking post-orgasm.

"I know," he said. "I was just saying." He glanced at me, nodding his head to confirm that he wasn't going to do anything untoward. He then stepped in front of Izzy. "But I can fuck your titties, yeah?"

"Yes," she replied, cupping her globes from underneath and holding them up.

"She's incredible," the chubby guy said to me, stepping away to make some room for the taller guy.

"I know," I chuckled, taking it all in. "Are you ok, babe?" I checked in with her.

"Yeah, how about you?" she replied. We all laughed again.

"I'm good," I told her, standing near a stranger with our pants lowered, stroking while my girlfriend cushioned her heavy mounds of soft flesh around another man's cock, listening to him telling her how sexy she was, and how amazing her tits were.

The taller guy then began to move his hips, groaning as he thrust his cock through her cleavage. Izzy looked up at him, the blindfold making the whole scene look even hotter. I would have loved to have known what she was thinking and feeling in that moment. He was able to fuck her bust good.

"Are you gonna give me a big load all over my tits?" she asked him, her tone naughty.

"You bet your pretty face I am, gorgeous. "I'm gonna cover your big tits with my cum."

"Give me a go before you do," the chubby guy chuckled, itching to get his cock in there.

It was the hottest thing I'd ever seen, easily surpassing our first dogging experience. I could see that Izzy was in her element, riding the waves of her own fantasies, letting two strangers fuck her pillows. I stayed close, keeping an eye on the two men as they took turns ploughing her tits.

"Fuck, I'm ready to cum all over these beauties," the chubby one announced.

"Come on then boys," Izzy laughed, bouncing her ripe melons up and down. "Who's gonna give me their cum first?"

I was witnessing a new side to my girlfriend, one that made me love her even more, as well as scaring the shit out of me. The blindfold undoubtedly gave her confidence. And fair play to the two guys, they appreciated the trust we'd put in them.

"Can you step out of the car and squat down for us?" the taller guy asked, stroking faster.

Izzy slipped off her seat, digging her heels into the gravel, adopting her new position. I stepped towards the open door, peering over it. The two men stood with their cocks pointing at her heaving chest as she held her tits up, her nipples hard and flushed, instructing them to cum over her body.

"Oh, fuck!" the chubby guy broke first, blasting thick ropes of cum onto her chest, slapping his cock against her dripping flesh when he'd finished. "That was amazing."

"Thank you," Izzy teased once more. "You can come again."

"Oh, yes!" the taller guy grunted.

His load erupted in powerful spurts, landing higher up her chest before it ran down to mix with the chubby guys mess, leaving my girlfriends tits covered in their sticky cum. She loved it, revelled in it, she even smeared it into her tits, her body glowing with pride.

I couldn't resist stepping forward and adding my load, my balls were ready to explode. Izzy moaned up at me, asking if she was a bad girl, a naughty girlfriend. I croaked that she was and blew my cum all over her tits as she continued rubbing all three loads into her chest, leaving her glistening in the dark like a true dogging slut. Mind blowing.

Our two 'friends' stepped back, their satisfied cocks softening as they thanked us and left, calling Izzy one of the best they'd ever met dogging. High praise indeed, I thought, but then she was half their age, young, beautiful, busty, and very willing.

Izzy positioned herself inside the car again and removed the blindfold, a satisfied grin on her face. I closed the door and quickly climbed into the drivers seat, the scent of cum thick in the air. I reached into the backseat, grabbing the spare towel and clothes I'd brought along with us this time.

"That was so fucking hot," I confessed, handing her the towel.

"It was a bit crazy, though," she muttered, wiping her jugs clean.

"You don't want to do it again, then?" I assumed, watching her slip a bra on.

"I don't know," she shrugged, pulling on a fresh blouse.

"What's wrong, Izzy?" I asked, cupping her face. "I thought you enjoyed it. You should have said something if you didn't." I felt guilty. Had I missed any tell-tale signs?

"I loved it," she smiled, putting her hand over mine. "But I keep wanting more. What's next, Rob, letting strangers fuck me on the back seat? Over the car? Or on one of those benches?" she said, glancing outside.

"What do you mean? We will only ever go as far as you want to. Did it scare you when one of them said you looked ready to get fucked?"

"No," she murmured, dropping her gaze, a guilty expression on her face. "I was scared because I wanted him to."

"You wanted him to fuck you?" I asked, eyes wide.

Izzy nodded as if she felt ashamed. "Yes."

I wrapped an arm around her and pulled her in close, hugging her tightly. "It's ok to think like that... given what we're doing out here. Let's go home and talk about it. We don't have to do this ever again, you know? Dogging, I mean. We've done it, babe."

The experience left her questioning everything except for our relationship, thankfully. We discussed what turned her on, what scared her, and where she felt her boundaries began to be tested. The truth was, Izzy's fantasies involved getting fucked while I watched and kept her safe, knowing I'd be the one to take care of her at the end.

Two months later, we were back for a third time, but we drove through the location and returned home when we saw two cars parked. We had no idea if they were the same two guys, or if one of them was the very first guy we'd met. We visited another two times before we found only one person.

As he came over to us, I climbed out to greet him. Izzy climbed into the back seat, wearing the same blouse and skirt as before, and slipped the blindfold on again. The guy was around the same height and build as me, but he was again older than us, around late- thirties to early-forties.

He said his name was Lee and that he occasionally visited to see if any couples were about. He seemed like a nice guy, not quite believing me when I told him he could have some fun in the backseat with my girlfriend. He walked up to the window, mesmerised by what he found inside.

"Fuck, mate!" he gasped at me. "She's beautiful. "But I have to check with her too."

Once he'd confirmed with Izzy that we were genuine, he slipped into the back of the car beside her. I remained outside, watching, keeping an eye out, keeping guard, while Izzy fulfilled her ultimate dogging fantasy...