Middle Class Mums Pt. 05

Middle Class Mums Pt 05. Billie.

Christmas and new year passed without any further contact from anyone he'd met at the Party.

January had settled down pretty quickly into a routine that Dave regarded as normal: work which had settled back to pre Christmas levels, laundry, housework, gardening, shopping, and of course the quizzing part of his week had been re-introduced every Monday evening.

One small added bonus was seeing Alice on a weekly basis. Although nothing sexual was happening, it was nice to see her again. Maybe he was waiting for her to take the lead once more?

January rolled into February and there was still no contact from Kelly, who would have returned from the ski-ing holiday some weeks ago.

He recalled the events of that night at Alice's party and concluded that being discovered in a room being unfaithful to her husband by one of her friends was too much of a close call.

She knew she could trust Billie, but it's probably scared her off.

Not a bad thing though, Dave concluded.

'Sending any Valentine's this year?' John jokingly asked Dave at work one morning.

'Ha! Yea right. Like, to who?' Dave responded.

'That's why I'm asking. You seem so alone'

'I'm happy this way mate, but thanks'. Dave was happy that both Alice and Kelly were still secrets, but maybe he could drop a card to each as a 'joke'? They lived next door to each other, after all.

'What about you, Mr married man?' Dave turned the question back to John.

'God no. The Mrs would cut my balls off if I did'.

'Ok. If you wern't married, who would you send a card to?'

With no hesitation, John replied 'Alice'. He continued? 'There's something very.... mysterious about her, oozes sex appeal. I'd quite easily get lost on a desert island and make babies with her'.

'Wow', Dave thought. 'If only he knew?'.

'Oh, I never thought of her that way', Dave lied, but the image of him fucking Alice doggy style, blowing several loads of cum in and over her during 2 visits over a 24 hour period as well as biting her arse as she came raced through his mind.

'Anyway, never gonna happen and for Gods sake, don't say anything to either her or Julie, thank you very much'. Concluded John.

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Valentine's Day fell on a Friday this year.

Dave didn't send a card to anyone and of course, he didn't receive any either. 'No secret admirers then' he thought to himself, not that he expected any.

After work, he thought he'd cook himself something nice and have a decent bottle of red as a celebration to himself. 'If you can't love yourself, who can you love?', he muttered to while walking through Waitrose.

His main observation of the fellow customers was that nearly everyone was buying just enough food for one person or a small ready made meal. 'So many sad and lonely people', he concluded, then realised he had to include himself in that category.

Still, he convinced himself that's how he liked it, but he knew he'd like to share the odd evening with someone at least.

At the checkout, he tried a bit of flirty banter with the woman of a similar age to himself who was scanning his items.

She just stared at him and said, '£21.45 please, do you have a rewards card?'

An evening alone then.

Saturday, a full house clean day, and Dave's routine always starts at the top of the house and then work down.

New bed sheets, hoovering and dusting throughout and finally give the bathroom a sparkle.

If he cracked on, he's normally finished by lunchtime.

The advantage of living in a small house and alone.

This left the afternoon and evenings free, but being a man of habit, the afternoons were normally spent listening to football on the radio and the evening consisted of a nice meal and watching a movie.

His choices normally fell within five categories: 1) war films, 2) spy/Cold War, 3) gangster, 4) westerns and 5) foreign language. If he could find 1-4 covered by 5, then even better.

His ex wife always called him a snob regarding his movie tastes.

Another reason they were no longer together, maybe.

Film for this evenings viewing was to be '1917', which he'd not seen before, and was looking forward to watching it as he'd heard great things about it.

'Ping'... his mobile phone made the noise indicating a message had been received.

He normally keeps his phone on silent as he doesn't get many messages, or calls for that matter, so he found it odd it made a sound.

Unknown number. 'Hi Dave, it's big bird.. got your number from Alice. Gig at DOY tonight, 8.30. Be nice to see you. BB. X'.

Dave enjoyed gigs. He used to play in bands but had avoided the local music scene up to now as it seemed to be the same half a dozen covers bands playing the same six pubs on rotation.

Their sets all included generally the same songs as each other, including 'wonderwall' and 'sex is on fire'.

Not his thing, but tonight he thought, 'why not?', especially as Billie had gone out of her way to get his number and invite him.

He'd been to DOY (Duke of York) before and knew the area where the bands played was out the back in an extended courtyard that had been covered over to protect bands and audience together.

Outdoor heaters were situated high on the walls, but as the end of the construction was open to allow access to the pub building, it sometimes felt like a wind tunnel.

Dave arrived just after 9pm. No point getting there too early as the bands don't normally begin playing until that time at the earliest.

He ordered himself a pint at the bar then wandered out and into the courtyard.

The band had just began their first song which he recognised but didn't know the title of, but the audience seemed appreciative.

He made his way through the crowd trying not to spill his drink or be hit by flying arms of some of the groups of people still trying to talk to each other above the music, their arm movements exaggerated to help try to prove what ever point they were trying to make.

'Why don't they go somewhere quiet?' He thought to himself.

There was no point trying to push through the throng, so he found an area to the side and began to scan the crowd in a vain hope of spotting Billie.

Yes, she was tall, but so were many others.

He checked his phone to see if any message had been received regarding her location.

Nothing.

He watched a couple of more songs and decided he was going to go home.

The second song had just begun when a female's arm wrapped around his chest from behind and a second one came around from the other side and grabbed his groin.

'Hi, glad you made it'. Billie shouted in his ear over the music, then gently kissed his neck and nibbled his ear.

Dave always found this to be a huge erogenous zone and it gave him an instant erection.

Billie noticed this and gave his cock a couple of squeezes through his jeans.

As the music played, she began to sway her body in time to the rhythm and got closer to Dave's back, pulling him in so he was trapped within her arms.

Her hips gyrated provocatively and as she was taller than Dave, her breasts pushed up against his shoulders.

When the song ended, Billie leaned forward and spoke into Dave's ear, 'you see the drummer?'

'Yea?'.

'That's my husband'.

As she spoke these words she nuzzled Dave's neck and gave his cock another squeeze.

'Good job he can't see through all these people', Dave thought to himself.

The next song began, and the females in the audience threw their arms in the air and began to dance.

They recognised the tune and it seemed that this was the dance that was associated with this piece of music.

All were twisting and writhing to the rhythm, except Billie.

She maintained her position of having her arms fully embracing Dave's body, passionately kissing and nibbling on Dave's neck and ear.

He was locked in an erotic embrace with no escape.

Dave thought, 'If she could get away with it, she'd fuck me here and now, right in front of all these people including her husband. She's fucking desperate'.

Dave managed to get a message through to Billie once the music stopped, 'I've, I've got to go to the loo and get another drink'.

Billie released her grip from around his body and Dave made his escape.

The pub was quite small and only had one toilet cubicle in the mens toilet along with a trough, which when it was as busy as tonight was, can often have a queue of men waiting to use the facilities.

Dave didn't have to wait too long because he beat the main rush due to the band still playing.

When he'd finished in the toilet, he stepped out of the toilet room to be confronted by Billie.

'You don't know how much I've been waiting to get you alone since seeing you at Alice's party' she told Dave and bent her head down to place her lips onto Dave's.

This was no gentle peck, but a full on passionate open mouth kiss. 'She liked to give as forcibly much as she liked to receive it', Dave thought.

'Anyone in there?' She asked him.

'Not at the moment. Why?'

'Good, get back in there', and Billie began pushing Dave backwards into the solitary cubicle where she locked the door behind them, closed the lid and sat down.

'Here? You sure?' Dave asked her. It seemed risky, but he believed Billie thrived on risk.

'Definitely', she replied, as she tugged his belt open and pulled down his flies.

Billie took the initiative and held the tops of Dave's waistbands of both his jeans and boxers to reveal a rapidly stiffening cock.

Billie let out a squeal of delight.

'Oooh, my favourite', as she took hold of his shaft, opened her mouth and aimed his dick towards the opening.

She was on a mission.

She knew the location and time limits and began to suck hard, moving her head backwards and forwards rapidly.

One hand cupping his balls and the other behind his buttocks, pulling him in to match every one of her forward thrusts.

Dave heard the toilet door open and two men used the trough to drain their bladders whilst they were discussing which two 'birds' they hoped to fuck later.

Dave found this distracting, but Billie seemed to view this as encouragement. She looked up at Dave and whispered, 'fuck my mouth' before resuming her movements up and down his length.

He placed his hands behind Billies head and began to match his thrusts with hers.

She looked up and nodded quickly at him to show that's exactly what she wanted.

Her pace picked up and she showed him that she wanted him to do the same by pulling him in faster with each stroke.

Soon, Dave's thrusts took over and he was holding Billies head still as he rammed his cock deep into her throat.

Whatever gag reflex she once had was no longer there.

This is something she'd clearly done before, many times.

Billie stretched her arms out wide at shoulder height placed her palms flat against the walls to give her stability as Dave continued to pump away.

Someone knocked on the cubicle door, shouting,' You gonna be long in there?'

No real reply was given as Dave had just started to cum in Billies mouth.

'Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuuuck!' Dave said loudly with each spurt of thick cum that he was dispensing into Billies throat.

Billie let go of the wall and regained control of Dave's cock by gripping his shaft, squeezing the full length from bass to helmet.

Her actions were a similar action to emptying a tooth paste, and she continued until she was satisfied no more cum was left inside his length.

She was an expert, as every thick rope Dave shot out was swallowed without effort.

He knew he ejaculates more cum than most men, but Billie managed the volume with ease.

The only noise she made was when Dave finally pulled out and Billie let in a deep breath to replace all that she'd lost only a few moments ago.

'Won't be long' Dave finally replied.

He looked down at Billie and in a congratulatory voice said, 'well done'.

She looked up and giggled, 'thank you'.

'Fucking hurry up will ya!?' Came the voice from the other side of the cubicle door.

Billie stood up bent her head down to meet Dave's and kissed him on the lips, then added, 'thank you'.

She unlocked the door and walked out as if nothing had happened.

The men in the toilet room gave a mixture of laughs and cheers, accompanied with 'you lucky bastard' and a 'you filthy whore'.

Billie just smiled and walked out, quickly followed by Dave.

Dave walked to the bar to order himself and Billie a drink, but she'd disappeared and not to be seen again once he went back to the courtyard to watch the band.

He listened to another couple of songs, and as he was still alone he decided to call it a night and go home.

When he got indoors, Dave made himself a cup of tea before bed and switched the TV on to while away some time.

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and noticed there was a message received. He had the phone switched to silent all night, so he'd missed it until now.

It was not worth being on with the loud music playing, and the vibration setting makes him jump.

The message was from Billie, 'that was fun. Let's do something risky again soon. X'.

He checked what time it was sent and it appeared to have been sent within 10 minutes of the cubicle incident.

He sent a message back, 'Ok. Do you like walking in the woods?'.

Dave didn't expect a reply, but the phone immediately pinged as a message was received.

'Yes!' Was the response.

'What you doing Wednesday afternoon? 3pm?'

A few minutes passed before another message pinged up. 'Getting fucked in some woods I hope!?'

'Ha.. bloody hell', Dave thought. 'This girl is wild'.

He messaged back, 'that's the plan!. Do you know the woods at Cobtree Manor? The woods there are perfect. Meet you in the car park. Wear sturdy boots'

'Is that all? ;)'

'Ha, if you like'. Dave liked the banter with this woman.

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As the park is about a ten minute drive from where Dave lives, he decided to go home after work and get changed into appropriate clothing and footwear.

Even though the weather had been dry for a few days, the ground underfoot was still very soft and muddy from the winter season.

The park is around 50 acres in size and has areas dedicated to grass parkland which is extremely popular all year round with dog walkers, and because of it being on the edge of the local countryside, there are bridle paths where people ride their horses through the park, so a lot of the earth would be churned up from the horses.

Dave sat in the car park and looked over to the cafe.

There was a crowd of people sitting at tables enjoying their afternoon coffees in the early spring sunshine but he couldn't see Billie amongst them.

'I'll give her 15 minutes before I give up', Dave said to himself. He's never been the most forgiving with time keeping.

He then noticed Billie appear in his rear view mirror emerging from behind some bushes, walking along the pathway towards the cafe.

She, had her blond hair loose down past her shoulders, wore a long 'flasher Mac' mackintosh coat on and sturdy walking boots.

'Glad she took my advice', he thought to himself.

Dave watched her walk past him while he sat in the car and up to the cafe where she stood and looked around for, he presumed, him.

She was an incredibly striking woman, not only because of her height, but her style.

She could easily have been a Russian spy out of a Cold War espionage story.

Dave got out of the car and walked up to meet her.

She noticed him and smiled. He hadn't noticed before how stunningly beautiful she was. Natural blonde hair, brown eyes and full figure, she had a confidence about her not often seen which could scare people.

Dave reached where Billie stood and she bent down to kiss him on the lips.

'You ok?' He asked.

'I am now', she replied, 'but I'm fucking freezing'.

She looked round to check no one was looking and pulled the front of the Mac to one side to expose a stiff pinkish brown nipple with a bar piercing through it.

'Christ, you weren't joking about only wearing the boots were you'? Dave joked.

Billie giggled, 'nope'.

'You weren't joking about getting fucked here either were you?'

'I never joke about getting fucked' she replied.

Dave's cock suddenly leapt and throbbed in his boxers.

'Let's get a coffee and walk up there towards the woods'. Dave waved his hand in the general direction of the pathway up to a wooded area.

They followed the path towards the woods at the top of the park, and as they walked, many people accompanied with their dogs were passing them in the opposite direction.

'We should have bought a dog' Dave quipped.

'The only dog I'm interested in is you mounting me doggy style' Billie replied.

Another twitch and throb in Dave's boxers.

The park used to home a zoo many years ago and there are still the remains of animal enclosures dotted around including the odd building, but mostly consisted of walls from paddocks and show areas.

As they approached an area that used to house zebras, Dave looked at Billie and said, 'there's a wall over there low down. You can't see over it from here. I want to see whats beneath your coat'.

Once behind the wall, Billie being the taller of the two, checked that they were definitely hidden from view then stood against the wall and unbuttoned her mac.

She kept it closed until all the buttons were unfastened, and in classic flasher style, opened both sides to reveal that she was totally naked beneath, revealing magnificent D cup breasts, a slightly pudgy belly, completely bald pussy and big hips with thick thighs.

Very much a lady in her 50's who has got two teenage daughters, but sexy as hell.

She looked amazing to Dave.

'No wonder you're cold' Dave said jokingly.

'Come here and warm me up' she replied, her jaw beginning to chatter because of the cold.

Dave unzipped his coat and opened it wide in similar fashion to Billies as not to put cold fabric on her bare flesh.

As he walked to her, he began to suck one of her pierced nipples, which made Billie groan.

'Fuck Dave, that's nice. Your warm mouth. Feel how hard I am'.

As she spoke, she wrapped her coat around Dave's back, drawing him inside, and if anyone did see them, it just looked like an innocent lovers embrace.

Dave switched nipples and began to swirl his tongue around the bar, twisting it as he did so.

Billie gasped, 'Fuck, yes. That makes me so wet'.

Dave had to find out if this was true and he slipped his fingers between her legs.

Billie widened her stance slightly, and Dave's fingers slipped into her sodden pussy with ease.

Two fingers plunged in up to his knuckle, which he then swirled around inside her cunt, which was making squelching sounds.

'Let me taste', Billie said to him slightly out of breath.

He removed his hand and raised it to her mouth.

'I love my own juices' she said after sucking his fingers clean. 'Always tastes better off a man's cock though'.

This woman was something more than Dave had ever experienced before.

'How hard are you?' Billie asked, but before he could answer, she grabbed his stiff cock through his trousers.

'Mmm good. I know you know how to use it. Kelly and Alice were highly complimentary about you and I know you can more than fill me up with your cum. We need to find somewhere better though'.

She covered herself with her Mac and refastened her coat tight.

'I had a quick walk here earlier before you got here. There's a nice fallen tree trunk you can bend me over up there. It's quite well hidden, but maybe we'll get spotted. I do hope so'.

A sudden concern entered Dave's voice, 'you want to be spotted?'

'I think it would be fun, don't you?' She replied.

Dave replied. What if they called the police'.

Billie explained her logic. 'Well, if we're spotted, the following could happen. Nothing, they'll walk off shocked or have a wank when they get home. They may watch with shock or curiosity and maybe play with themselves. Dirty fucking voyeurs everywhere. Dog walkers always hope for an accidental show. They'll stay 'hidden'. Or, the odd brave one might want to join in'.

'And if they do?' Dave wasn't sure how he'd feel.

'Well, let's cross that bridge eh?, exciting though, no? Worst case is we move on briskly, best case scenario could be is I get extra cock. You never know, you might get another mouth to stick your cock into'

'I'm not gay' Dave replied firmly.

'I know, come on. I need fucking'. Billie was becoming impatient.

'Are you a nymphomaniac?' Dave asked, half joking.

'Never been diagnosed, but probably'. Billie laughed.

The walk from the wall to the area Billie had found earlier wasn't far, but every person they passed, Dave found him thinking to himself, would they watch or run? Would they wank or want more? How would he react? Would he be happy for them to join in, if so, to what level of action.

He also looked at the women differently, thinking if they would ever do something like what Billie had planned?

They reached the woods and Billie led Dave to the fallen tree she'd found earlier.

The trunk was in fact a chestnut tree that had blown over in a gale a few years back and had a soft, wet covering of moss along the top.

It had been a mature tree as he could quite easily tell Billie could lay over it comfortably.

'I won't count the rings', he thought to himself.

He scanned around nervously.

The trees were positioned quite close to each other, and there were tall bushes growing thickly in the gaps between each tree.

The only access was the gap both had taken to get in.

There was no sound of anyone close by, only birdsong and a distant rumble of traffic on the motorway some way off.

A loud rustling made Dave jump.

'Here, you'll be wanting these to stop our knees getting muddy'. Billie then handed him some plastic carrier bags to place on the ground.

'Very well prepared or she's done this before' he thought to himself, but that thought immediately disappeared as Billie layed out two bags and got to her knees and began to unfasten Dave's jeans.

'Your cock is delicious, and it makes me wet sucking you before you fuck me'.

Billie opened her mouth and took Dave's cock into her mouth and began to suck.

Her head moved back and forth and Dave had to grab her hair for stability.

'Grip my hair tight. Pull it hard. Show me who's boss. Feel free to slap my face if you want'.

Dave knew Alice enjoyed pain, but slapping? He'd not hit a woman this way before, it was not his nature.

She sucked his dick some more and Dave tentatively tapped her cheek.

'Harder' she said before sucking again.

Dave tapped a little harder.

'Harder. Call me names'

Dave slapped her face, then said, 'you cheap cock sucking whore'.

'More' Billie enjoyed this and looked up at him. Her hand held Dave's dick as she concentrated sucking on his bulbous head.

Dave slapped harder still. He let his imagination begin to flow with what Billie might want to hear.

'Fucking dragging me out here so your husband don't know, and you wanting other men to fuck you. Maybe I should charge them?'

Billie looked at him and nodded, 'I'd like that, be my pimp, whore me out then punish me'.

Dave hit her squarely on the cheek which turned red immediately and made Billie's eyes tear up.

Dave showed immediate concern, 'Oh shit, sorry'.

'Don't be. I like it. Now drag me over to the tree by my hair'.

'But what about your coat?'

'Don't worry, it's old and it'll dry clean. Drag me over the trunk of the tree. Pull me over. Don't ask me if it's ok, just do it. Treat me like a piece of meat. Use any hole you want as hard as you want. No lube, just force your way in. I can take it. I want it'.

Dave spoke to her with concern, 'I'm not sure'.

'It's a fantasy of mine. Be as rough as you want. If it gets too much, I'll say the word turquoise for you to stop. Ok? I'm a tough old bird. It will take a lot to stop me'.

Dave collected up Billies hair and held it tight in his right hand and with his left hand he slapped her across the cheek. 'Open your mouth, whore'.

Billie immediately opened her mouth and stuck her tongue out expectantly. Dave placed the head of his penis on her tongue and slowly pushed himself until his cock was half way in.

Still holding her hair, he held her chin in his other hand and began to fuck her mouth.

Billie began to make 'hurrumph' noises around his cock in enjoyment.

Knowing the trunk was a few paces behind him and Billie being on her knees, he took a slow step backwards and gave a few seconds for her to shuffle forwards following him.

This manoeuvre was repeated three more times until Dave had the tree trunk finally touch the backs of his legs.

'Don't even think of fucking moving' Dave hissed at Billie as he removed himself from her mouth and climbed over the fallen tree, all the while firmly gripping her hair.

Every time Billie made a noise to let Dave know he was hurting her, he'd tell her to 'shut the fuck up' and then threaten that he'd really hurt her if she didn't obey him.

When he was ready, Dave began to pull Billie by her hair over the trunk.

Billie grabbed the wrist that was holding her hair tightly in his hand.

'Ow ah, oww. You're pulling my hair out'.

Billie complained and was almost screaming in her anguish, but Dave continued pulling her towards him until she was laying prone with her head and arms dangling forwards over the trunk.

'Good girl' Dave said. 'Now I'm going to have some fun'.

Billie looked at him with a smirk. She was enjoying Dave playing the role.

'Open your mouth. Wide'. Dave said, menacingly.

Billie duly obliged, thinking she was about to be throat fucked, but as she responded to his request, Dave produced a handkerchief from his pocket and stuffed it roughly in her mouth.

'That'll keep you fucking quiet so you don't draw attention to us', and then climbed back over the trunk.

Once behind her, he lifted the split hem of the coat like two petals up past her waist, revealing a naked shapely arse and two bare legs.

With a combination of anticipation and the cold air suddenly touching her skin, Billie made a squealing noise through the handkerchief.

Dave stepped between her legs and kicked her feet out to the widest points they would go. Pretty much on her tiptoes.

Her spread legs revealed her glistening pussy. She was definitely enjoying this.

Dave leaned forwards as if he was about to slip himself inside of either of her waiting holes, but instead, he placed his cock between her arse cheeks pulled both of her arms behind her where he then used the belt of her coat and tied her wrists together. 'You're not getting out of this' he told her.

Billie responded by shaking her head and making objecting noises through the piece of cloth in her mouth.

Her arse cheeks presented themselves as a target for Dave and he took a hard swipe at her right cheek.

A loud, yet muffled wail came from Billie. 'Fuck!'

Dave responded harshly, 'I told you to shut the fuck up' and he smacked the left cheek with equal force which produced another muffled wail. 'Owww, fuck' A series of garbled words then followed which sounded something like, 'please don't hurt me', but he couldn't be sure. He did know the safe word wasn't used.

He continued to rain slaps down onto alternate cheeks, but in doing so, he mixed up the timing so Billie was waiting with anticipation and flinching when no strike occurred.

Dave found he enjoyed inflicting such punishment onto Billie and her cheeks were now glowing a very sore red colour.

A thought flashed through his mind, 'I wonder who likes pain more? Billie or Alice?. Maybe something to suggest another time'. he concluded.

Billies arse was wiggling and wriggling in front of him. Did she want him to stop? 'Still no safe word was used' Dave laughed to himself.

'Time I fucked you now', and before Billie could respond, Dave spread her cheeks to reveal a tight brown crinkled hole. Her pussy slightly opened below and glistened invitingly.

'Hhmmm, choices', he mumbled.

Dave took the swollen shaft of his cock in his hand and pushed himself deep into her arse.

In one motion, he had managed to push himself fully into her.

The scream he was expecting never happened, but Billies body just went limp as he pushed in as far as he could and all the air exited out through her mouth.

He pulled himself out fully, paused, then repeated his action. This time there was a moan of enjoyment coming from Billie. 'Oooh God', came the response from over the trunk. 'That's good'.

Dave took the sign and began to move his hips back and forth, slowly to begin with, but with no pauses.

To gain better leverage and force with each thrust, he used the tied hands as a rein.

Each forward thrust ensured a guttural moan left Billies stuffed mouth. 'Uh, uh, huh, uh'.

Dave wasn't taking much of a backwards movement now, but was pushing in deeper and deeper into Billies anal passage where the sounds were becoming louder and louder.

His balls were now coated in Billies juices seeping from her cunt.

He withdrew his length and noticed his cock was also covered in a thick, creamy coating.

'You're a dirty whore, Billie', he directed these words at her as an insult, but the response he got was a muffled agreed noise and nodding.

Dave responded by pushing himself full length without stopping.

He noticed how easy each thrust had become with little or no resistance.

Her rectal passage had lubed itself nicely, aided by his pre cum emissions.

A snap of a twig and a rustle of leaves suddenly froze Dave in mid thrust as a liver and white springer spaniel came running through the gap running around the couple, and sniffing the ground.

A distant pair of voices were calling for a lost dog.

A male voice called, 'Sam! Sam! Here boy!' Followed by a more singsong style of a female calling 'Sammy, where are you?'.

The dog, Sam, continued to run around the fallen tree sniffing. He must be smelling the sex in the air from the copulating couple.

The dogs owners were getting close, and the male owner must have spotted Billie and Dave as he stopped mid call, 'Sam, here b....' Followed by a hurried whisper, 'get here now. Sam!!'.

Then there was silence, apart from the dog panting, sniffing and running around.

A few seconds passed, and an impatient Billie moved her backside from side to side as if to remind Dave of the task in hand.

Realising that they were probably being watched by not only one person, but maybe two, Dave responded to Billies sign and began thrusting back into her depths.

He wanted to put on a show for his new audience, but he also knew the person he was inside, pushing her insides up into her body and rearranging her guts was the important one he needed to concentrate on.

He changed his grip from Billies tied wrists and placed one hand on each arse cheek and pushed them forwards and apart. Billies anal passage felt like velvet as each thrust moved without friction.

Every thrust getting harder and firmer and he knew it was causing the desired effect and the right amount of pain to get her to orgasm.

Dave heard the female voice whisper, 'Josh, you'll get caught'.

Dave called out, 'If you want to come closer, please do'.

The female voice responded, 'no, no thank you, we're fine here. Josh, no'.

Dave laughed to himself imagining the guy taking a step forward, wanting to get a better look and the woman having to restrain him.

Billie pulled her head up to get a better view of who the voices belonged to, but Dave took the opportunity to grab her hair with his left hand and pull her head up further, leaving his right hand to grip her arse cheek, digging his fingers into her flesh.

For the viewer, it looked like he was riding a horse to the finish of a race. As his hips move out, he pushed her cheek forwards and open, on his inward thrust, it meant he gripped her cheek and pulled her towards him ensuring maximum penetration, all the while keeping her head still and facing up to the sky.

Billies eyes were closed, and every thrust ensured a loud, muffled incomprehensible noise from deep inside her, while Dave was panting hard as he maintained the rapid pace he'd now set.

The 'watching' voices had changed location to behind Dave, presumably to get a better view of the action.

'Jeez' mumbled the man followed by the female voice saying, 'we need to go. You've got to do that to me'.

Dave looked down at his cock entering Billies stretched anal ring, covered in both of their juices.

He was close to cumming and had to decide whether to grind in deep when he came, coating Billies insides with his thick and plentiful cream, or to pull out and shoot his sperm ropes over Billies bare arse and up over the back of her coat.

He knew the audience were still there as the dog was still sniffing around, so he decided to finish himself by hand.

He hoped the couple would approve as he removed his slime covered shaft and rubbed it furiously until the first shot spurted from his engorged head and landed over Billies backside and up over the flap that was over her back.

Three more spurts followed, landing over Billies arse, forming a crisscross pattern where it fell.

He knew there were more, lesser spurts in him, and he grabbed the base of his shaft to prevent any leakage.

He climbed back across the trunk to stand in front of Billies face, removed the handkerchief and immediately replaced it with his cock.

Instead of many smaller spurts, the cum had built up so there was just one large glob of man cream enter Billies mouth.

'Swallow it all, slut'. Dave demanded.

Billie made noises like she'd been starved of food and drink for weeks and hungrily swallowed every drop of sperm she could extract from Dave's softening pole.

An angry female voice shouted on the other side of the trees, 'Fucking hell Josh, you could have warned me'.

'Sorry, I thought you could tell I was close' the male said apologetically.

'Sam, come on'.

The dog followed the voices into the distance, Billie looked up at Dave and said, 'you fucking bastard'.

Dave looked confused, 'eh?'

Billie continued, 'You better take me back to your place and fuck me again, only this time, CUM IN ME!'