Bird Dogging UK

Bird Dogging UK

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Details

Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

Summary

This is the prequel to the story of "Dogging" with Stephanie. Her dogged behavior began in the UK with the help of a friend. What we feel is real may not be real. What we hope we feel isn't real just may be true.

Summary

This is the prequel to the story of "Dogging" with Stephanie. Her dogged behavior began in the UK with the help of a friend. What we feel is real may not be real. What we hope we feel isn't real just may be true.

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Submitted: October 04, 2017

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Submitted: October 04, 2017

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Stephanie walked back to her “carriage” at daybreak from the dog park where she was dogging the last five hours. She was tired from all the men she serviced that night and from her body coming down from her intense adrenal rush and her multiple orgasms.

“Bloody hell,” she thought. “I did it again. What in the world is wrong with me?”

She slithered her body into her Jaguar and took off her plaid “schoolgirl” skirt and pulled on a pair of running tights. It was a little chilly and after she took off her sheer silk blouse she put on a long sleeve Adidas shirt. She put on her second best running shoes thinking about how far she’d be running this morning. While she was changing she looked at her face in the mirror as if she could find the answer to her body and mind dilemma.

She saw nothing but her face. Looking beyond her reflection she viewed a tall man walking his dog toward the dog park that she just walked out of ten minutes ago.

 

“Well look at that,” she said to herself. “He has a Blue Heeler like me Unk in Queensland.”

 

She smiled to herself, whimsically remembering her innocent and not so innocent times visiting Unk in Australia.

Instead of leaving her carriage to run she sat and observed the man and his dog. The man let the dog lose and he actually cleaned up the “shate” after the dog relieved himself.

“My, he’s handsome and looks so damn normal,” she thought. “Maybe if I had a man like him I wouldn’t be obsessed with dogging.”

She knew that every interlude into this exhibitionist behavior tore her up. She needed weeks to recover from a night out and there was always the worry about diseases or seeing herself appear on the internet by a “watcher” with a cell phone.

It wasn’t always like this. Stephanie remembered back five years ago when her “Yank” Steve came over to visit her in England. It was a fairy tail romance of far apart people that fell in love on an internet dating site. They finally agreed that he should come to over the ocean to meet and discover if they had real chemistry together.

It was mesmerizing being with Steve for real, even fabulous, but there were some warning signs she should have heeded. Like him whispering in her ear one night after making love if she had ever participated in group sex. She ignored this question purposely.

After proposing to her on bent knee with a two carat ring. She accepted joyously because he was the fulfillment of all her desires. To be married, maybe have kids and to be a Yank. He suggested to her that they should marry in England in several weeks where she might be more comfortable. He had no family he said. He was an orphan in the world with only second or third cousins that he didn’t know.

They married with all her friends attending. Her Unk made a special trip and flew up from Australia. Like her husband she had lost her parents several years ago. She was the sole heir to her parents fortune. But nothing could replace her Ma and her Da. She hope Steve would fill that missing part in her heart.

She remembers the exact day after three weeks of marriage when he asked her if she could show him where the “Brits” in her town went dogging.

 

That’s where it all began.

 

“Why are you asking me about dogging? It wasn’t a month ago that you asked me about group sex Steve!” she almost shouted at her husband.

“Stephanie, I just get really hot thinking about you fucking someone else while I watch. You’re so damn sexy and so daring in how you act with your maximum libido.” he replied. “Does that make me a bad person? What if I didn’t want to see you all the time and in every situation?” he asked.

Stephanie thought two moments too long on her husband’s statement. She remembered back when she was in Australia on a nude beach and how uninhibited she felt.She remembered meeting up with a “bloke” she liked and after sunset making love with him on the sandy beach. She remembered how horny he was after changing positions only to discover it wasn’t the same “bloke” that was making her come again.

 

She shivered at the thought.

 

Another man had taken the place of the first man and she was so into her orgasms that she didn’t realize that she was a part of a two man "gang bang" until it was almost over.

 

“Alright Steve,” she replied with a frown on her face. “I’ll find out from one of my friends where they’re dogging this weekend. We’ll go watch them at it. It’s really nothing but people fucking, sucking, jerking, petting, licking, corn holing and anything else any fucking mind could come up with do do with sex, but know this, there isn’t any love involved.”

Stephanie called her friend Trudy in the middle of the week. She knew Trudy was into the dogging scene because she was invited by her for an adventure night at least twice.

“Hey Trude, it’s Steph. You’ll not believe what I’ going to ask you ‘bout.”

“If it’s about being married, don’t ask me Steph. I think my light on that ain’t shining no more,” she giggled.

“No, it’s me randy ‘usband. He wants you to take him and me to your doggin’ scene.”

“For what? In my carriage? Do’ya know the rules? Have you any idea of what’s goin’ on lass?”

Stephanie mumbled, “Ya, I have me ‘deas. Just put this together for the weekend boodle and we might have a...who the ‘ell knows?”

“Ohhhhh, ya know I’m an open door girl, window down with interior light on, ey?”

“I’m thinking you’re open for any business at your car and want to be watched,” Stephanie said.

“Spot on girly! How did you know that?” Trudy asked.

“There is the internet you know,” she replied.

“Mugs away. I’ll pick you both up Saturday about nine-ish,” she said as she hung up.

 

Steve was dancing with anticipation thinking about Saturday night with his English wife and her English friend going out for a night of dogging. He was worked up so much that he made love with Stephanie every evening after they spent the day planning their trip to the states.

Stephanie was very excited that she would gain her citizenship officially after she arrived stateside, got her green card and remained married for several years. She didn’t like the idea of sixty per cent of what she made going to the country she was born.

Nine o’clock Saturday came too soon for Stephanie, but not soon enough for Steve. Just as she promised, Trudy drove up in her Ford SUV.

“Hey Steph, hey Steve, not too long from the wedding, eh?”

“We’re leaving for the states next week and Steve is a bit curious about the sexual underground,” Stephanie replied.

“Just remember Steve, if someone wants you and you don’t want them, just shake your head,” Trudy said.

“I’m leaving my door open and the light on,” she added. “This means I ain’t getting out, but people can watch me do it in me carriage. I’m leaving my back window down in case someone wants a grope or two,” she giggled. Trudy now was involved driving down a back road behind a football pitch. By a copse of trees she pulled into an area where several other vehicles were parked haphazardly. Several flashed lights as she cruised into a space by several bushes.

Trudy turned on the overhead light and rolled down the right rear window. This happened to be the window next to Stephanie, who was sitting behind Trudy. Trudy opened her door then turned her body and legs toward the outside. She then pulled her panties off and turned back her head to look at Steve and Stephanie.

"Here goes anythin'!" she growled with an impish smile.

In a minute a male came up and Trudy shook her head, he walked away. Then another man walked up with his cock out of his trousers at full extension and engorged.  Trudy nodded and leaned back pulling up her short skirt. She was entered quickly and the Ford started rocking with the effort of the two fucking.

Steve and Stephanie both watched drop jawed as Trudy was urging on her first dogger.

"Ayy, Ayy, go, go, go!" she cheered on.

Stephanie felt a hand on her leg and saw that Steve was getting turned on at the sight of Trudy and the dogger in front of the Ford.  Stephanie was also entanced and didn't think about anything when she felt a hand tweaking her nipple under her blouse. She hadn't worn a bra tonight because she wanted the free feeling. She was into Steve rubbing her clit and making her juices flow. Trudy was now coming and shoved off the first dogger so another behind him could jump in. Stephanie was humping her husband's hand when she turned her head to the right in ecstacy and saw a cock in front of her mouth that she immediately began to suck.  Steve had lowered his window and a woman walked up to him lifting her skirt.  There was nothing on her underneath and Steve moved his left hand to service her while with the right hand he was servicing his wife. Just then Trudy was done with dogger two and rolled over the mid cab console to unzip Steve and began to fellate his cock. While she was in this position dogger number three entered her doggy style.

The night went on. Trudy was such a slut, and her bestie Stephanie was a close second.

Now Stephanie was feeling that part of her mind open that she wanted to stay closed. Just like Australia, but more..she just wanted and wanted without a reason.

A part of her conscience was very aware of what was happening, but that rational part knew this was it here in the UK. She was out of here to the states and a new world.

 


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