Submissive Carol


Fucked By Doggers

Carol sat back down on my lap and tucked in to chocolate mousse with semen topping and made exaggerated noises of appreciation at its taste. I could feel the rest of the cum leaking out of her, running down my thighs and into the wood of the chair.

Paul reappeared soon after and had something to eat. Carol was getting heavy, so I shoo-ed her off and let her dribble cum onto her own chair.

"I wonder how much spunk these chairs have soaked up over the years?" I mused.

"They would have rotted away long ago without it," Lynne said.

We sat around sipping Paul's champagne, all stark naked, occasionally toying with ourselves, occasionally groping Carol's tits, all of us settling into a wonderfully good natured torpor.

Inevitably it was Paul who shook us out of it.

"It's six o'clock," he said loudly, startling us all. "Come on, get dressed, Mike, we're going dogging. Coming, Lynne?"

"No," Lynne said.

"See you later then, sweetiepie."

Paul and I got dressed.

Carol sat in the back of the car still naked. As we drove out of the gate she slid down in her seat, hiding as best she could.

We went to a well known car park on a nearby hill. There was nothing happening in the top two sections, but in the bottom section a white van was parked, its back doors open. Three blokes and a girl were standing, fully clothed as far as I could see, looking into the van. They scrutinised us closely as we approached. Paul flashed his lights and, confident we were one of them, they turned their attention back to whatever was going on in the van.

Paul parked a few car's widths away and said: "Get out of the car, Carol."

"But I . . ." Carol started, then thought better of it. She hesitated.

"Get out of the car," Paul said insistently.

Carol got out on the van side of the car. Paul shut the door behind her and locked it. He wound down his window.

"Anyone want this one?" he called out to the gaggle.

Two of the blokes hurried over.

"Use condoms, but otherwise do what you like to her," Paul said. Then to me he said: "Let's go and see what's happening."

We sauntered over to the van and joined the man and woman who were standing watching. In the van was a mattress and on it a girl was being energetically fucked by a heavily tattooed bloke.

The woman spectator was wanking the man spectator and he had his hand up her skirt. They welcomed us with a nod.

"My turn next," the spectator bloke said, smiling broadly.

The girl who was being fucked looked at Paul and me, licking her lips. That told us we were now in the queue to gang bang her. Paul got his cock out and started to play with it, I followed suit. Though no sooner were our todgers exposed to the fresh air than the girl spectator had made a grab for them.

"May I?" Paul said to the man spectator, moving his hand towards the girl's behind.

"Of course," the bloke said.

Paul started to grope the girl spectator's behind and when she responded positively to him he moved behind her, lodged his cock in the crack of her bum and rubbed himself against her. She lifting her skirt to expose her knickerless state.

The guy fucking the girl in the van came and rolled off. He beckoned to the man spectator to take his place, which he did. Meanwhile Paul and the girl spectator were getting friendly and she leaned forwards, resting her elbows on the floor of the van, and offered herself to Paul.

"Stuff it up me," she said.

Paul had a condom on in a jiffy and was up her like a ferret up a drainpipe.

The guy who had been fucking the girl in the van was covered from head to toe in tattoos and I was trying to read what they said when he caught my eye then glanced down at his cock invitingly.

I shook my head and decided to go and find Carol. But Carol was nowhere to be seen. Slightly concerned, I followed a path through the grass and into a corn field. There in a small, obviously well used flattened clearing in the corn was Carol on all fours. One bloke was fucking her from behind, the other was kneeling in front of her fucking her mouth. Both were fully dressed except for their cocks poking out of their flies.

"Hello, gorgeous," I said.

"Hhh hhh," she managed with a mouthful of cock.

"Your missus?" the guy fucking Carol's mouth asked.

"Er, yes," I lied. "Hope she's good tonight."

"The best," he said. "Aren't you, gorgeous?"

"Mmm," Carol managed.

Carol seemed happy and the two guys definitely looked happy. I knelt beside Carol and kneaded her tits, and then feeling quite turned on by the whole thing got my cock out and wanked off on her back.

When the two guys had come they said very polite 'thank yous' and went back to the white van. I strolled back to the car with Carol. Paul was already in the car. Carol and I got into the back.

"OK," Paul said. "Has everyone come?"

"I didn't," Carol said.

"Enjoy it though?"

"Yea," Carol said. "Very exciting."

When we got home Lynne was cooking duck for dinner.

"You look as if you've been dragged backwards through a hedge, Carol," she said.

Lynne took Carol upstairs and when they re-appeared Carol was wearing a little slave girl dress.

"Finish the cooking," Lynne said. "Then you can serve us dinner."

Lynne and Paul and I went and sat on the terrace and had a drink while Carol got everything organised.

The duck was delicious, the red wine was expensive and Carol looked fabulous.

When we had finished the main course Lynne said: "Clear the table, Carol. Everything, including the table cloth."

Carol cleared the table.

"Now take off your clothes and lie on the table, on your front." Lynne went through to the kitchen and returned with a big bowl of the chocolate mousse. She scooped the mousse out and plastered it into the valley between Carol's buttocks and smoothed it with a spatula, much as a bricklayer might do when filling a large crack with mortar. Lynne handed Paul and me a lollipop stick each.

"Well, tuck in," she said.

Paul and Lynne and I took it in turns to dig into Carol's chocolate-filled crack.

"Your wife is a bit kinky, isn't she?" I said.

"That's probably why you and she get on so well," Paul said wryly.

When we had got as much of the chocolate mousse as we could from between Carol's buttocks Lynne asked: "Who'd like to lick the bowl?"

I licked Carol's arsehole. Chocolaty and lovely, with a hint of saltiness.

"Clean?" Lynne asked.

"Some has run down into her cunt crack that I can't get at," I said.

"Turn over, Carol," Lynne said.

Carol turned over onto her back.

"Move to the edge of the table," Lynne said. "Pull your knees up to your chest."

And it was Lynne who licked the chocolate mousse out of Carol's cunt.

"Leave some for me," Paul said. He had the last lick. "Lovely dessert," he said.

"We haven't finished yet," Lynne said. She went back into the kitchen and returned with a jumbo sized Mars Bar.

"Guess what I'm going to do with this?" she said. "It's been in the fridge - it's cold."

Lynne parted Carol's cunt lips and pushed the cold Mars Bar half way in, then she held the protruding end between her teeth and pushed and pulled at it.

"First bite, Mike?"

"Yes please!" I said, and I was in there sucking the end of the Mars Bar, wiggling it about then taking a chunk out of it.

Paul took a huge bite, leaving the stub for Lynne. But Lynne didn't take a bite, she pushed it right in so that it disappeared into Carol.

"Does it feel cold, Carol?" Lynne said.

"It did, but it doesn't now," Carol said.

"It'll be all melted by now in that little furnace," Paul said.

"We'll let Carol eat the rest of it, shall we?" Lynne said.

"She's not a contortionist," Paul said.

"Now, how are we going to solve that one . . ." Lynne said.

Paul and I were a bit slow on the uptake.

"Mike knows what I mean," Lynne said, looking at my stiff cock.

"Ah, yes, I get it," I said.

"Stick it in her," Lynne said. "Gently or chocolate will squirt out everywhere."

I positioned myself and pushed my cock gingerly into her.

"I can feel it," I said. "Soft and squidgy." I pushed my cock half way in, stirred it around a bit then pulled it out.

It was all brown and chocolaty.

"Like some Mars Bar, Carol?" Lynne said.

"Yes please," Carol said.

I moved around to the side of the table and pushed my cock into Carol's mouth.

"Lick it all off, Carol," Lynne said.

While Carol was sucking me, Paul was pushing his cock into the chocolate hole. Right in.

"Ugh," he said. "It's squeezing out all around." He pulled his cock out then took his turn in Carol's mouth.

This time I too pushed my cock right into Carol's chocolate cave.

"How does it feel?" Lynne said.

"Creamy and smooth," I said. "Very nice actually."

"I don't often wish I was a man," Lynne said. "But I'd love to know what that feels like." Then she said: "Oh, I forgot the cream." She went to fetch it, and put a big dollop of thick cream onto each on Carol's nipples. "Wait," she said seeing Paul about to lick some off.

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