If you’ve read previous instalments, you’d have seen that I met David at a toilet block and then followed up by messaging him to arrange a further meet. This is the story from the third time I met him.

A few days after our session in the car park of a picnic area, well-known to the dogging community, David messaged me saying,

‘Well, Joanna, you performed well as my slut, so I’d like to see you again and teach you more. Are you free next weekend?’

I didn’t rush to respond and checked my schedule to see what suited me best, knowing that I really wanted to be in his arms as soon as possible. I left it half an hour or so before replying that I could be free on the Friday evening.

‘Great,’ was the reply, ‘my wife is away for the weekend, so you can come to mine and I will make you more of my slut. Arrive dressed femme, with stockings and heels on. Bring a couple of outfits, as I have something in mind. One of them needs to be a maid’s outfit! I’ll send you my address nearer the time’.

I’d never been into cosplay, so I trawled the internet sites and found and ordered a maid’s outfit I was happy with. I had everything else, so I was ready for the following weekend. Time dragged, but finally the Friday arrived.

I started my usual process of shaving, waxing and cleaning myself inside and out. I also took the time to apply some moisturiser in the hope it would make my skin feel softer and smoother. I waited until an hour before I needed to leave, then started to slip on my outfit, which, in addition to the black heels and black stockings I’d been told to wear, consisted of a black satin thong and bra, my B-cup breasts, black scoop-neck long sleeve mini dress. I also took the liberty of inserting a chrome plug in my ass. The brunette wig was added and then the red lipstick applied, before I looked in the mirror, grabbed my handbag with the lube, condoms, lipstick, wipes and picked up the other bag with my maid’s outfit and a third outfit which comprised of a grey skintight long sleeve top, a micro leather black skirt and a spare pair of stockings.

I grabbed the car key as I passed through the hallway and made my way to my car. Once inside, I checked my wig and lipstick and pulled the hem of my dress so that it wouldn’t crease too much whilst I was driving. I set off full of apprehension as to where David would lead me in this journey to being his slut.

After around 40 minutes, I arrived on David’s street. There were a lot of cars parked there, so I had to park some way from his house. I checked myself again in the vanity mirror and took a deep breath before picking up my bags and stepping out of the car to walk to his house. I loved the gentle breeze I felt through my nylons and across the exposed parts of my thighs. I clip-clopped down the road, only passing another guy on the other side of the street. I walked up David’s driveway full of excitement and a little apprehension and tapped on his front door. After a brief delay, the door opened and David stood there with a smile on his face looking me up and down.

‘We have a fine looking slut here, you may as well come in’, David said

I stepped over the threshold and passed David to feel his hand slip under my dress and squeeze my ass. I stopped and waited for him to close the door, then he turned to me, took me in his arms and kissed me, whilst rubbing my cock through my thong. With one hand on my ass and the other on my cock, he wrestled his tongue in to my mouth and I was consumed with lust for him. I couldn’t believe we were alone and I could be his real, devoted slut. This moment was electric, but quickly came to a halt when he said,

‘I’ve got two mates waiting to meet you in the sitting room. They don’t believe you exist, so I invited them round to put them right and show them what you can do. So, go in and introduce yourself and get to know them, then you can nip to the loo to slip on the maid’s outfit that I asked you to bring’.

I was completely shocked, as I really thought that I had him to myself for the night. Again I was frustrated and annoyed, and thought to myself that my other, more considerate lover, Mark, would never do this to me. What was I to do? Run out of the house and write David off as a lover, or go with the flow and see what happens? I’d got dressed up, bought a maid’s outfit and made the trip, so I took the ‘easy’ path and stayed. I asked where the loo was to check my lipstick and outfit. He pointed to a door on the left and said, ‘We will await your entrance in the sitting room’.

As I went to the downstairs loo, he went to join his mates. I looked in the mirror and screwed up my eyes in frustration, but quickly came to some belief that there would be some fun for me. After touching up my lipstick and straightening my stockings and dress, I left the loo and entered the sitting room.

All I can say is that, other than David, I was met by two of the most unremarkable guys that you could wish to meet. These were guys that didn’t take pride in their appearance, but thought they were red hot lovers. They made David, with a beer belly, look like Adonis. I walked in to a wolf whistle and I stopped to introduce myself.

‘Hello boys, I’m David’s friend Joanna and he’s told me that you wanted to meet me and become friends too’.

‘Come over here, love’, said the one who would later be known as Richard (apparently, definitely not Rick or Dick!). He was hugely overweight and wearing a blue polo shirt that looked as though it had food stains on it and his lower half was covered by faded blue jeans that looked liked they hadn’t been washed for weeks. I was amazed he’d made no effort to look presentable, or maybe he had!

I approached Richard and immediately felt his hands on my legs as I stood next to him. He stroked my stocking covered leg, then immediately let it slide up to my butt crack and was shocked to find my butt plug.

‘You were right, David, not only does this Joanna exist, but she’s a slut too. She’s got a plug in her hole!’.

David looked surprised, as did the other ‘new friend’ of mine. His other friend was called Al (or Alan). He was gross, with a beard like Mr. Twit, a massive belly partially hidden by a white shirt that was untucked and bursting at the buttons, along with black ‘action slacks’. I later found out he was a coach driver, which went some way to explain his outfit. Other than his rough beard and massive belly, the only other distinguishing feature was his rancid body odour.

Once Richard had had a maul of me and stood up to kiss me, forcing his tongue into my mouth, I was pushed to Al, who grabbed me and sat me on his lap, mauling one of my boobs before moving his hand down to flick up the hem of my dress and started rubbing my cock. At the same time, he pulled my face towards his and assaulted my tongue with his, with his breath smelling and tasting of stale beer. Breaking for the kiss for air, he grunted,

‘I’ve always wanted a lover like you’.

Lover! Where did he get that idea from? The only reason I was sat on his lap then was to please the main guy, David.

He went back to snogging me before David interrupted and said it was time the maid arrived to look after their needs for the night. I broke away and stood up, only for Al to lift the hem on the rear of my dress and slap my ass.

I took my cue and left the room, collecting my bag and handbag as I returned to the downstairs loo. I changed into my maid’s uniform and put the dress I’d arrived in into my bag. I took a few deep breaths, hoping Richard and Al would fall asleep soon, so that David and I could go upstairs for ‘lovers’ time. After checking my wig and lipstick, yet again, I took my handbag and returned to the audience in the sitting room. Again, I was met with a wolf whistle from Al, then David said,

‘Gentlemen, now you have seen that my Joanna is real, she will be our waitress and willing slut for the evening. Firstly, give her your drink order and she will oblige. In this bar, fondling of waitresses is allowed. Enjoy!’

I was told what their orders were then shown into the kitchen to get the drinks. Carrying them in on a tray, I bent down to each one of them to allow them to get their drink. As I allowed Al to take his, I felt someone rubbing against my ass, only to look round and see Richard gyrating his hips against me as the micro skirt of my outfit had exposed my bare buttocks. After serving them, I was told to go and sit down on a chair in the corner and await my next instruction. As I sat there, they talked normal, meaningless male bollocks and kept referring back to sex. After a while of listening to their drivel, I was told to get them more drinks, but I was also instructed that when I returned I had to leave my thong and butt plug on the kitchen table. I did as I was told and returned to the sitting room with their drinks. After giving Richard his drink last, he called me back to him, grabbed my arm and made me sit on his lap. He immediately ran his hand up my leg again, then up to my cock and than in between my legs to search my ass crack. Slightly spreading my legs, he found his goal and announced,

‘Joanna is unplugged and ready for business!’

The guys cheered and, after a brief kiss, Richard told me to get on my knees. I did as I was told and as he stood up undoing his jeans, he was quickly joined my the other two, unfastening their trousers and getting their cocks out.

Finally, I got to see some cock. The main protagonist’s cock (Richard) was slim and long (later found out 7.5”), but his balls were rather hairy. Al’s balls were equally hairy but his cock was thick (whilst only being around 6”, i.e. not much bigger than mine). David’s cock was something I was already accustomed to, so I was happy to see that.

With all three of them stood around me, I knew what was expected of me. I went first for Richard’s cock and took it in my mouth. I went straight to sucking him, rather than wasting time licking the shaft. He was immediately groaning, so I lifted my hand and started wanking Al’s cock. After a few strokes, I pulled away from Richard and engulfed Al’s cock with my mouth. I don’t know what it was, but with Al’s cock I suddenly increased my horny levels by 100%. There was something about the feel and taste of his cock that made me feel really slutty, so I stuck my tongue in his bell end, licked and kissed his shaft, and even licked his hairy balls which is something I normally detest. Anyway, I was really going to town on him and put his cock in my mouth again, whilst the other two wanked. Al may have been saving himself for a while, as it wasn’t long before I felt the telltale pulsing of his cock, followed by gushes of cum that slipped down my throat and a little out of the side of my mouth. I didn’t let go of Al and sucked his cock dry, cleaning up every drop and savouring his cum. How could a guy like him have such an effect on me? I had no idea, but I wasn’t going to question it.

After seeing Al get his release, the other two were quick to take their chance. Richard made it known he wanted to fuck me, so I grabbed my handbag from where I was sitting and got a condom and some lube. I quickly applied some lube to my hole and passed it to Richard, who applied it over his condom. Then, with David sitting in front of me, Richard positioned himself behind me and started to probe my anus. At the same time, David pulled me towards his cock and slapped it across my face a few times. Once Richard was happy, he started to ease his slim cock into me, briefly pausing as he overcame the resistance. Once settled, he pumped away and I opened my mouth to take David. For the first time in my life, I was being spit roasted. I was feeling really horny and emotional at the thought of two guys pleasuring themselves on me. They both sounded like they were enjoying themselves and so was I, this was bliss. Before long, Richard said he was close and pulled out, pulled off the condom and tugged himself to cum over my ass and skirt. Knowing my work wasn’t done, I realised that David was close, so looked into his eyes, lovingly, whilst I sucked hard to get my reward with a huge amount of his cum in my mouth. After swallowing, I cleaned his cock, then turned around and cleaned Richard’s.

The next hour or so saw me being passed between the three guys, whilst I kissed them and they had me wank and suck them. It all culminated with me being spit roasted by Richard in my mouth and Al up my ass. Al’s cock felt amazing and whilst he was pumping me, I was wishing he had no condom on, but being a good gurl, I said nothing. Once Richard had cum in my mouth (not as pleasant as when Al and David did), David told them it was time they left. Being a dutiful maid, I saw them to the door, let them kiss and fondle me and returned to David after they left.

He told me to go and put on my third outfit, so off I went to the loo and to change into a leather skirt, fresh stockings and my grey top. After reapplying lipstick for the umpteenth time that evening, I returned to David.

‘You really are my slut, aren’t you?’, he said

‘I guess I am, David, but only when you want me to be’, was my sultry reply

‘Come here and show me why you’re my slut’, he snapped

I walked to him and immediately relaxed when he took me in his arms. I felt safe and wanted. He kissed me and groped me everywhere he could, rubbing my ass through my micro leather skirt. Leading me to the sofa, he sat me down, pushed up my skirt and licked my cock (my thong and plug were still in his kitchen) before licking my balls and continuing his journey to my anus. After probing my anus with his tongue for a short time, he grabbed my bag, passed me the lube, put a condom on himself and immediately probed my ass without lubing himself! I guess he realised that, after being stretched by two cocks in there already, it wouldn’t need much lubing. He quickly entered me and gently pounded me, leaning in to kiss me, whilst building a rhythm. He was controlled and passionate looking into my eyes and smiling, leaning in to kiss me again, before his face contorted and he shot his cum into the condom. He softened and pulled out, but I wasn’t finished. I pulled the condom off, poured his cum into my mouth and then set to clean up duties on his cock. I sat back on the sofa and he joined me, chatting whilst I stroked his cock and I kissed his chest.

‘I’m going getting tested’, he said, ‘so that I can cum in you and make you mine’.

‘I already thought I was yours after meeting your friends, but go ahead, it will be good to feel your cum shoot into me’

We chatted for a little longer, before I started getting weary. I gathered my bags, kissed him goodbye, not forgetting to give his cock a cheeky kiss, and then slipped out of the door.

It was only when I was driving home that I remembered he now has two thongs and a plug of mine. When I arrived home, there was a message on my phone with a photo of both thongs and my butt plug. ‘Collect these when I breed you’ is the message that accompanied the photo. So, there would have to be another meet.

I went to bed in my stockings that night, imagining the feel of cum pulsing into my bare hole, but I was torn as to whether it should be David’s or Mark’s.

More to follow, if I haven’t bored you with such a long story.

Thank you for reading,

Joanna xx