Part 3 - Continued from ‘My First Lesson with Sir’ We walked along the track; the only sound was the cracking of sticks under our feet although I could also hear my heart pounding in my ears. I had no idea what Sir had planned for me but the thought of handing total control over to Him turned me on immensely. I realised my wildest and filthiest fantasies could be realised with no guilt because everything I was doing was under his orders! I was free to just enjoy. About a quarter of a mile along the track we came to a small dirt road alongside a copse with a locked double gate leading to a small car parking area. I was led through the gap next to the gate and through the undergrowth to a clearing where two vehicles were parked; a 4x4 pickup and a large estate car. Scattered around were various wooden benches, some broken. I was the first to speak, ‘Sir, how did you get the cars in here?’ He looked at me with that gaze that made me quiver with fear and excitement. ‘Forestry,’ he said simply and nodded towards the old guy who produced a set of keys from his pocket and jangled them, ‘we won’t be disturbed here.’ That comment filled me both with fear and excitement as I knew there was nothing to stop Sir from taking this as far as He wanted. The three men shuffled around a little, unsure of what was about to happen. Sir grabbed the arm of my fleece jacket and pulled me harshly to the front of the estate car, the others followed. ‘Now strip naked slut’ he said firmly. I wasn’t about to defy him again so I removed my clothes whilst the men watched intently. Once down to my lace bra and thong I stopped briefly. It was cold and I was suddenly aware of so many fully clothed men looking at me. ‘Problem?’ barked Sir, ‘I said naked so take them off bitch’. I immediately unclipped my bra and let it fall to the floor. The cold winter air made my nipples instantly hard. One of the men muttered something but I was already sliding my thong down. Once I was completely naked, Sir encouraged the men over to have a good feel. Cold, rough hands were all over me, squeezing, rubbing, pinching; hands and fingers were between my legs exploring my wet pussy. But as filthy as it was, I loved it and could feel my juices beginning to flow even more. Sir stopped the men and then told me to lie on my back on the bonnet of the estate car. I needed a little help but was soon on my back on the freezing metal wondering what was to come next. ‘Spread your legs wide slut’ he said and I obeyed without question as the men gathered round to take a close look at my exposed pussy. Standing next to me, facing the men who were at the front of the car, Sir then held onto the backs of my knees and pulled them up towards my head, spreading them further apart as he did. This exposed my pussy in the widest way possible and allowed the three men to gain a full view of my soaking wet hole. ‘Feel free to take pictures’ he said and I could immediately hear the shuffling as camera phones were removed from pockets. ‘Could I have a taste?’ said one of the men. I couldn’t see who it was as Sir obscured my view but it sounded like the old guy. Sir nodded and I felt a warm wet tongue run along the length of my gaping slit. I couldn’t help moaning with pleasure as the tongue circled my clit and massaged it. The tongue lid into my sopping wet hole and worked in and out. Then another voice said ‘my turn’ and one tongue was replaced with another. Then another. I could feel an orgasm building as three tongues were lapping at my pussy at the same time – they were like a pack of hungry dogs. Suddenly my back arched and I let out a cry as a huge orgasm ripped through me. I was immediately flipped onto my front, feet on the forest floor, bending over the bonnet and felt a stiff cock being pushed into my dripping pussy. Sir pinned me against the bonnet as I was being fucked; I knew it wasn’t the old guy as he was talking to Sir saying he knew there were a few more forestry guys working in the area and would Sir like them to attend also. ‘Yes,’ said Sir calmly, ‘I want this bitch fucked so much she can hardly walk afterwards.’ The old guy walked to the pickup and got out a walkie-talkie … all the time I was being slammed by a solid cock, the balls slapping against the front of my tingling pussy. Suddenly I heard the guy fucking me yell out as he grabbed my hips hard and shot his load into me. After a few seconds, he pulled out and I went to move but Sir pushed me even harder into the bonnet, ‘We’ve not finished with you by a long chalk’ he said and gestured the next guy over. Part 4 to follow