Summer. On my knees the garden, wearing white blouse, backless leather skirt, no underwear, stockings, and thighboots. Busy weeding, arse bare to the sun with the skirt having no back of course. I hear footsteps approaching but continue working. The steps stop behind me. I hear a zip being undone. Warm fluid splashes up my back, running over my arse and down my legs, soaking me thoroughly. Once he's finished, he kneels down behind me. Running his cockhead up and down betweet my wet cheeks, he pushes his cock into my wet hole, using the piss as lube. He grips my hips, and pushes deep, causing me to gasp. He begins thrusting into me. My breathing becomes ragged, he moves his hands to my shoulders, pushing them down to the ground. He fucks me deep, his cock sliding in and out of my piss lubed arse. His movements become shorter, more intense, he grunts as his cock jets cum into me, filling me. He relaxes as his cock softens, slipping out of me. He leans in and whispers, "5minutes". Then gets up, arranges himself and walks away, leaving me gasping, his cum running down my balls. I wait the ordered 5minutes, then get up, straightening my stockings, wiping grass off myself, and totter across the garden, his cum running down my stockings. The back door is closed. I open it and enter the kitchen. He's leaning against the counter, a grin on his face. He says to the three other men sitting round the table, "this is the cockslut I told you about". He turns to me and says, "on your knees, tart"...