Doing A Carol 17
Dear Diary.
Slut or no slut, I’m sitting in a darkened car park in the middle of nowhere and dressed like a naughty secretary.
‘Are you ready?’ Michael asked.
It’s now or never. I took a deep breath. ‘Yes,’ I replied nervously.
Michael grinned. I’m not sure, but did I catch a naughty twinkle in his eyes?
‘Just for fun, let’s see what happens. Why not have a walk around the car and show off your beautiful body.’
‘I’m not a piece of meat that’s on offer Michael!’
‘I know, but you’re stunning and you do like being looked at and watched, don’t you?’
Bastard. How does he know?
I let out a sigh. Not a reluctant sigh, but a yes-you’re-right sigh.
‘When you get to the front of the car, bend over the bonnet, lift your arse and pretend to check the windscreen wipers. Then lift your skirt a bit higher, come back and leave your door open.’
‘Why?’
‘So that the men can see you better.’
‘Ok.’ I then got out of the car, sauntered around to the front and bent over the bonnet as ordered.
I looked at Michael and he gave me a wink, then nodded at me to look over my shoulder.
As predicted, my skirt lifted high up above my waist to reveal my arse. The man on the opposite side looked over with interest.
I then flicked my false blonde hair, stood up straight, wiggled my arse as I peeled down my skirt and sat back in the car.
‘Good girl. That was a great show as you can see.’ Michael beckoned me to look down to his solid trapped hard on. ‘Look what you’ve done to me. You’re a bad, bad girl.’
‘Am I?’ My hand rested upon his crotch. ‘Am I a bad girl now?’
‘Very.’
‘So what should I do, to be really bad?’
‘Why don’t we find out?’
‘How?’
‘Let’s turn the light on and see what happens.’
We sat there for a while and watched the man opposite through the windscreen.
He looked around to see if anyone was watching and headed over to us. The other people were still sat in their vehicles. I guess waiting to see the outcome.
‘He we go, Michael grinned.’
The man came around to my side of the car and stood beside me. He must have been about in his late 60’s, donning a bear belly and a bald head.
‘Alright?’ He asked, bending over to look into the car.
‘Yeah good mate. And you?’ Michael replied.
‘I’m good too. It’s a bit chilly tonight, isn’t it?’
‘Oh, is it? I’m rather hot,’ I said as I tried to waft my tight blouse to keep cool.’
‘Yes, you are hot,’ the man said. ‘Are you having trouble with that blouse?’
‘A bit,’ I said. ‘I am feeling rather moist.’
‘Why not undo some buttons and let the air get to those lovely tits?’
I looked at Michael for mock approval, as I knew I was going to do that anyway.
‘You should listen to the man,’ Michael said. ‘He looks like he knows what he wants.’
‘I always get what I want,’ the older man licked his lips.
Not wanting to disappoint, I carefully undid by blouse and pulled it apart to show off my bodystocking encased pert breasts.
‘Wow!’ The man gasped as I lifted my breasts for him.
‘Do you like?’ I asked.
‘Oh fuck, yeah.’
‘There’s only one rule. You can only touch the nylon areas,’ Michael butted in. ‘Nothing else.’
The man grinned, leant in and stroked one of my nipples.
‘Mmm,’ I let out a moan of joy as he circled my areola with his twitchy fingers whilst gripping his bulge.
‘Lovely tits. Wish I could bury my face in them.’
‘Later,’ I promised as I put my left leg out of the car for comfort, causing my short skirt to hitch up to expose my pussy.
The man groaned as he undid his flies with his shaking hand. He then had to stop what he was doing and used both hands to undo his tatty belt.
Meanwhile, I could see another man in the darkness step out from his van and walk over to see what was happening.
By now, I leant back on to Michael’s lap, where he had his strong hands cupping my heaving breasts.
Mr Van Man was now watching and wanking in the background as the older man was running his hands over my legs.
I closed my eyes as Michael bent over and kissed me.
‘I want to see you suck them both,’ he whispered as his lips softly brushed mine.
‘Yeah,’ I groaned as our tongues danced the fandango.
The older man had now took a chance, broken the rules and was gleefully rubbing my wet swollen pussy. I’m sure his finger slipped in to my vagina by accident but I didn’t mind. I was loving the attention. And loving the feel of his intrusive finger.
Mr Van Man had stepped closer and started to rub one of my legs.
‘Hey guys. My slut’s thirsty for cum. Who wants to give her a drink?’
This was a cue for the guys to step back so that I could sit up.
The older man stepped in first with his jeans and pants now crumpled around his ankles and presented his somewhat erect, small yet thick cock.
I reached out and held it in my hand. It twitched within my amateur grip.
What do I do now?
Trying to remember what I’ve done with Jerry, I gave it a brief massage and made it grow a bit more.
I’ve never sucked another man’s cock before, except for Jerry’s, so I wasn’t sure if I would do it right.
Could I act as if I’ve done this kind of thing before? I’m sure I could. I’ve licked many lollipops in my life, so how hard is it to suck on a cock? This stranger wouldn’t know any difference, would he? All he wants is a willing wet mouth to pleasure him and finish him off.
But I’m saddened as I desperately wanted Michael to be my first out-of-marriage sexual experience, but it wasn’t meant to be.
Though saying that, is this still Michael’s training session? Would I make a good student? Am I a good student? Am I teacher’s pet? Is he still testing me with this task? Would I pass? And with honors?
I didn’t have to worry about any of that as the older man moaned when I gently cupped his hairy grey balls and closed my quivering mouth around his cock.
This was an odd sensation for me as I wasn’t used to anything different like this in my mouth, other than Jerry’s 5 and a half inches of flesh.
I have to admit that I was starting to enjoy myself and was loving what I was doing. I felt so naughty and liberated.
This man wanted me. For now anyway. I was a willing hole, an instrument for him to play with. And that didn’t bother me as I wanted to make him happy in my own special way.
As I now, expertly licked and sucked the older man, I could feel the heat radiating from his cock. Michael and Mr Van Man quietly cheered me on, all eager to have their turn.
The older man grunted as he gripped my head and kept pumping my mouth. Faster and faster. He then suddenly started to taste different.
I was used to this sensation with Jerry and knew what was coming next. Literally.
As he was a stranger, I wasn’t sure if I should spit, swallow or get out quick before his spurted, but it was too late as he had cum in my mouth.
Not wanting to disappoint him, nor my audience, I swallowed his cum and let it seductively drip out from my mouth. The older man thanked me, moved back and tucked his bits away, to allow Mr Van Man to immediately take over his duties.
With a slightly bigger cock dancing in front of me, I carried on and helped him out with my mouth. Mr Van Man had more stamina and lasted longer.
Out of the corner of my eye I saw Michael taking pics of me sucking Mr Van Man’s cock. I turned to Michael and posed for the camera phone.
From licking Mr Van Man’s helmet, kissing it and then with his cock in my mouth, Michael continued with some close up shots.
I felt so horny as some cum oozed out from the side of my mouth and dripped on to my nylon covered legs. I then continued to diligently work on Mr Van Man’s cock until he came in my mouth. It was a different taste from the older man, but with a thirst for cum, I swallowed his load to completion.
By now, two other guys from the other cars had turned up, each holding their erect cocks and flapping them about in the night air.
Wanting to get a better view of them and to make it easier for me, I got out of the car and knelt on the rough ground before them. I then grabbed a cock in each hand and worked on them back and forth, licking and sucking their manhoods until one came after the other with their gushing juices covering my face as well as filling my aching mouth.
‘Not bad slut,’ Michael said. ‘But I’m sure you can do better.’
‘What do you mean?’ I looked up to him. He smiled down at me as his hands were rubbing the outline of his bulging crotch.
I so wanted him to show me his cock in real life. To touch it, kiss it, worship it.
‘Are you ready, slut?’ He asked as he reached for the clasp of his zip.
‘Yes,’ I pleaded as I crawled over to him. ‘I want you now!’
‘Good.’ He gripped his zipper and slowly pulled it down, teasing me with each click of the metal as it gradually, inch by inch, revealed his mighty manhood.
‘Now it’s my turn!’
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