When I was in my late 20s, I went out with a guy who introduced me to dogging. We lived in Northants at the time so tried Irchester Forest, Ringstead Lakes, Furnace Lane and a couple of lay-bys, but we never seemed to time it right to get much action. I sucked a couple of cocks and me and the BF had sex over the bonnet a few times, but it was a bit of a damp squib. He had the odd spell of working away and during one of these times, I was struggling with how horny I was feeling and my toys just weren’t cutting it. The idea of heading out on my own kept popping into my head and although I tried to tell myself it was too risky, and I should try to keep my legs shut while my BF was away, I found myself thinking about it constantly. Eventually one evening I knew I wouldn’t settle unless I gave it a try. I dressed in classic slutwear: sheer black top with no bra under a leather jacket, tight black Lycra mini skirt, hold up stockings, high heels, little black thong. As an added touch I slipped in one of my buttplugs, took a vibrator and some lube. I decided to try Ringstead as that was where I’d had most success finding guys who wanted their cocks sucked. When I got there I parked up in such a way that I could make a quick getaway if needed, took my jacket off, switched on the interior light, pulled my already-soaked thong to one side and started using my vibe. I’d been playing with myself for about 10 minutes when a red hatchback pulled in and parked not too far away. As I watched a young lad, maybe about 19 or 20, got out and walked towards my car. He stopped a few feet away and after a minute or two I saw his hand go into his tracksuit bottoms pocket and I guessed he was touching his dick. I put on a bit more of a show, rubbing my tits through my top with my free hand, letting my head drop back and spreading my legs wider. That gave him the confidence to move slightly closer to get a better view and also to pull his trackie bottoms down enough to free his cock and start wanking properly. I put my high heels up on the dashboard and fucked myself with long, slow strokes of my dildo, making sure he could see it glistening with my cunt juices. His cock was nothing special, average length average girth, but I was desperate to get laid. To encourage him further, I lowered the window and lifted my top to show off my tits. Finally he took the hint and moved to beside the car, reached inside and started kneading my tits and pulling on my nipples. I moaned softly and arched up to his touch, and the last of his nerves, shyness, whatever, disappeared. He leant in further, pushed my vibe to one side and slid two fingers into my sopping cunt. I bucked on his hand, almost cumming immediately, and then as he rhythmically fingered me he said “how far do you want to go?” “I came here to get fucked” I said honestly. He squeezed his cock and said “do you want to get in the back then?” I got out, opened the back door and knelt down so my head was down on the seat and my ass was sticking out the door. He pulled my thong down to my knees and I remember he made some comment about my buttplug, but all I cared about right then was getting his cock up me so I think I muttered to stop chatting and get on with it. Next minute he had lined himself up with my dripping slit and pushed inside. Although he wasn’t huge, the plug made my already-tight cunt even tighter and we both gave a sort of groan/grunt as he bottomed out. I gripped the seat as he started to find his rhythm and closed my eyes, giving myself over to the fantastic sensation of having a complete stranger’s cock plowing my cunt. I’d brought myself quite close with my vibe, so it didn’t take long before I was gasping that I was cumming, then I writhed on his cock with a series of low whimpering moans as a much-needed orgasm washed over me. It was as the aftershocks faded away that I heard another voice. “Any chance of a go after you mate?” I tried to twist round but I couldn’t see much, but there was obviously another bloke nearby. The guy fucking me panted “nothing to do with me pal, she was already here when I got here.” “Oh sorry, thought it was your missus” said the new voice. “Nah, never seen the slut before in my life.” There was a brief pause, filled only by our moans and pants and the slapping of his stomach against my ass cheeks as he pounded me, then the new bloke said “is she tight?” “Yes, nice and tight, she’s gonna make me cum in a minute” the young lad gasped, and I had another shuddering orgasm. It was partly from his fucking and partly from the sheer perverted pleasure of hearing myself being discussed like I was just a set of holes for them to drain their balls into, and the realisation that that was the truth. My spasms set him off and he groaned “I’m gonna cum up your cunt”. I moaned an urgent yes and next minute he stiffened, groaned “fuuuuuuccccccckkkkkkk” and blasted his load inside me. No sooner had he withdrawn then I felt new hands on me and the second guy’s cock thrust into my spermy hole. He fumbled around a bit to get a good purchase and ended up hunched over me gripping my tits as he started to hump me. I glanced down and could see his wedding ring winking in the interior light, and that was so hot my pussy gushed a little bit. I wondered what his wife thought he was doing, while he was actually balls deep in a stranger’s slut cunt, coating his dick with some other lad’s spunk. He didn’t last very long before he shuddered and added his creamy load to the mess inside my cunt. He too withdrew, zipped up, muttered almost shyly “thanks love, that was great” and disappeared. I stayed for another half hour or so, fingering my hot used spunk-filled cunt, but there was no more action so I eventually cleaned up and went home, happy that I’d given two men what they needed most, while satisfying my own naughty needs too.