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By (user no longer on site) OP
over a year ago
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I'd arranged for Nicki to visit a tattoo parlour. I wanted her to be branded. I had already given the artist a design, one I had drawn up myself and paid in advance for. I also wanted her to have her belly pierced, something I'd always found incredibly sexy. The tattoo was to be of her wedding ring, with barbed wire wrapped around it. If you looked closely, you could see that the barbs were formed by back to back, letter K's. So Nicki would be permanently wearing at least one of my initials.
You may think that this isn't much, but remember Nicki was still a high society girl. With David pulling off more and more business deals, which also kept him in London, Nicki had to accompany him to social functions, large dinner parties etc, where she was mixing with celebrities and politicians. Occasionally she would show me a newspaper or magazine with a photograph of the pair of them. Nicki, in her finery, looking gorgeous! So a certain amount of discretion was needed.
For the moment.
I had other piercings and tattoos in mind for later.
she would often tell me about the parties, who was there, but she also said, that it felt like a different life, she much preferred the one I was creating for her, here with me.
Nicki, as usual never questioned my requests, just went ahead and had the tattoo and piercing. She did ask me though, what I thought she should tell David, when he saw the tattoo.
"Tell him, it signifies your marriage, that as far as you're concerned, nothing can come between you, that your marriage is behind a fence that nothing can get too."
I also told her, that as far as we were concerned it meant the opposite, when we played her marriage meant nothing, it was forgotten about, behind barbed wire, never to escape.
She liked that idea, liked the fact that the 'k' was branded on her arm, forever.
She also liked the piercing, a small stud.
A week later, after the redness had died down from her additions it was time to take her out of her comfort zone, again. I told her to just wear a coat, as she wouldn't need clothes and to bring the ball gag.
As i pulled up, she was locking the front door, turning round her coat undone, showing me unintentionally a glimpse of cleavage and pussy. God, she turned me on, this woman. And an even bigger turn on was knowing she would do as I asked, unquestionably.
"Do you have the ball gag?"
"Yes, in my pocket."
We spoke idle chit chat, asking how the others day had been, as we drove to the destination, about 30 miles away.
I'd done a bit of research earlier and found this was quite a popular car park, although with dogging, you can never be quite sure what you are going to get. A couple of hundred yards from the car park, I pulled over and told Nicki to meet me around the back. I also told her to leave her coat in the van but bring the gag. Without any hesitation, she did as she was told. I then told her to put both hands on the back doors, palm down, as she did so I pushed my cock up her arse and fucked her hard and fast, barely giving her time to get worked up, before I came, hard , deep in her arse. If all went to plan she may need that as lubricant.
Fastening the ball gag i then told her to stand on the rear bumper, facing out. She had about 4" to stand on . Not a lot, but enough. I had previously tied small lengths of rope, two to opposite ends of the bumper and the same but on the roofbars. I tied Nicki in place, arms, legs spread.
Naked.
Gagged.
I then got into the van and drove steadily up the road and into the car park. I did two laps of the car park, counting 8 cars. Around one car stood one man, his cock through the window. Around the other stood at least half a dozen, all wanking their cocks. I'd finished my second circuit, heads turning and pointing, so I parked a short distance away from the car with all the men around. As some of them started to cone over, I got out. I told them, they could do anything they wanted, but she was not to be untied of have the gag removed. Hands started groping Nicki, her tits, squeezing her nipples, finding her pussy, one guy, fingering her as another licked her clit. I could see Nicki starting to tremble, her legs, moans coming from her, dampened by the gag. I heard a car door go. A couple got out and came over, it was the car that had, had the one guy around.
"Well you certainly know how to make an entrance!", the woman said.
I apologised for taking their audience away.
"Don't worry, Lyn had already sucked him dry, as I fucked her, so we thought we'd come over. Your wife, is she?"
I laughed. "No, she's someone elses wife."
I gave a brief outline of our relationship.
"seems to be coming on nicely." he said.
"Yes, please help yourselves", I offered.
"Thank", said Lyn, "But I'm not bi. Mick, you can go and play."
Which he did. Another pair of hands. We watched as one guy tried to stand on the bumper to fuck Nicki. He kept falling off, making me laugh. Nicki had hands all over her, her head moving from side to side, her eyes gone, as she appeared to have orgasm after orgasm. They were sucking tits, fingering her pussy, her arse and she couldn't move or cry out!
Then the other car, opened its doors. Two women got out. Both naked! No wonder it had so many men stood round it. They walked over, the men parting. One fastened her mouth on one nipple, the other girl on the other, while rubbing each others pussy. Nicki's eyes were bulging, throwing her head back. The men all stood around, watching, wanking, their stiff cocks all standing proudly.
The girls, both, early 20s, both slim turned to the group and said,
"Do not touch us, watch but do not touch! Touch and we go."
With that they returned to Nicki, licking there way down her body, tongues entwining, kissing each other before coming to Nicki's pussy. Taking it in turns, they teased her, running their tongues up and down her lips, licking her clit, sucking on it. The juices were flooding down Nicki's thighs, one of the girls chased it down, licking it up before it reached her knees. Nicki was straining against the ropes, her moans, behind the gag louder. After making nicki cum for the umpteenth time, they walked away, got back into their car and drove away.
"Well they didn't say a lot, did they?, said Lyn.
"Didn't have to!" I said. "Fuck that was horny."
Lyn looked down at my trousers, laughed and said "Yes it was, fucking horny!"
She took my cock out and dropped to her knees. By this time the group of men were stood around Nicki, still
Wanking. Some were cumming, splashing Nicki's legs and feet.
I saw Nicki looking at me as Lyn sucked my cock. I knew what she was thinking. I held her gaze as I bent Lyn over and pushed my cock into her wet pussy, making her gasp and moan. Making her cum on my cock as I pushed it one last time, deep into her, before cumming myself. I wasn't going to last long after what I'd just seen!
All the guys seem to have shot their loads, over Nicki, over the van, over themselves by the look of it.
I thanked Lyn, who smiled and said "See you both again?"
"You might well do!", I replied.
I drove slowly from the car park, Nicki still tied to the back. Stopping around the same spot as earlier, I untied Nicki and helped her into the van. |
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