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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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Lucy
Do you ever use any chatroom to roleplay in real time?
I love building a scene.
I guess she's 16ish. Well brought up, nice parents, polite, a bit geeky, swotty, top of the class type. Perhaps she wants to fit in at school, and wants her belly button pierced like all the other girls at school. Her parents are horrified and there are all the usual negative comments from them, but a deal is reached and if she gets all a grades in her exams, she can have it. She does and they have to honour the deal, and sign the form allowing her to get it.
She goes to the piercers/tattooists one day after school, and it is sitting in the waiting room there that she is first introduced to magazines that her parents probably don't know exist, and would not want her to read. Not just the piercing and tattooing ones, or the gay and straight porn, but there is a magazine about swinging, dogging and she learns about dogging sites for the first time from it.
That is how she happens to be at the site in the summer holidays, watching you in the wood. That's how she meets you and how you are able to influence her and how she ends up being tied.
Matthew
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You find the dogging site near your holiday home through one of the websites, in the magazine you wear reading in the tattoo and piercing parlour. You can't believe how close it is to the place you know so well from your childhood. How could you know that just through the woods there is a a secluded spot where strangers meet and fuck.
You often bike past the spot, so when your parents go up to bed you slip out of your girly pyjamas and into black lycra leggings, sports top and trainers, tie back your long red hair and quietly close the back door. Trading the black, eighteen gear Specialised mountain bike from the garage you wheel it towards the cliff paths. Then sun is barely below the horizon and it is quite light enough to see where you are going. You make you way along the familiar route, through the sand dunes and along the edge of the pine woods. This area of France had miles of sandy beaches. The Vendee coast attracted thousands of holiday makers, mainly from France, and there are many naturist sites. You cycle past one now, one your parents avoid with a frown, but where in the past you remember well.
Your new piercing is chafing against the right lycra top as you approach the dogging site. Using Google maps you have planned your approach to ensure you will be unseen.
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You chain your bike to a low pine tree, hidden in the branches, then scan the forest. The light is fading and you can see glow to the south. The floor of the forest is covered with pine needles which cushion your white trainers. With care you move almost soundlessly towards the glow. Your heart is beating faster now, you excitement growing. What you are doing is so wrong, so against the teachings of your reserved and proper parents, with their polite dinner parties and elegant clothes. Your pussy begins to throb and drip, the lucrative pressing tightly against the tiny white thong you are wearing. The string moves between your buttocks and against your anus. Your breasts feel swollen and you hard nipples grow harder with every step.
More you can see a circle of cars, their lights trained on a picnic table in the middle of the clearing. You can see a man, tall with grey hair at the sides and thinking brown hair on top. He had let his workman's overalls fall to the floor and stand naked in front of a black woman kneeling before him. She had large bare breasts and she plays them against the man's rigid prick. All around him are people, single men and a few couples. They are watching intently, some of the men have their pricks in their hands, slowly masturbation. You can see now three couples. A short woman, stocky, wearing a leather mini skirt hitch up around her thighs. She leans back against a car with a band man crouched between her spread thighs, living and sucking greedily at her shaved pussy. Another couple are fucking against their car, with the men wanking in front of them. The third couple, slim and athletic, kiss passionately while watching the two in the middle.
There is something familiar about the man with the workman's overalls. He is tanned, his body lean but not from the gym. His back and chest are tanned, his buttocks and thighs white and his lower legs brown. Now the black girl is leaving over the picnic table, spreading her thighs and ass for him. You can see his member, glistening still from her saliva, the head revealed as his foreskin strains from his erect phallus. You hand his down between your legs, running your clit through the lycra. You orgasm builds uncontrollably , your virgin pussy flowing with juice, soaking your white thong through the lycra. You long to be that centre of attention, all eyes on your exposed womanhood. You bite your lip as you come, desperate to remain undetected.
Slowly you regain your composure, still watching the fuck fest in front of you. You want to go again, but it is fully dark now and you fear your parents finding and empty bed. Quietly making your way back to your bicycle, you spot a van amongst the circle, the writing on the side illuminated for a moment. "Matteus Du-la-Clef, Entretien de la piscine, jardinage et travaux manuels généraux". Now you realise the identity of the man at the centre of the circle of vehicles. It is Matté, the man who cleans out your parents pool and tends their garden! You look forward to seeing him at your gité in the near future.....
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