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She calmed down somewhat after I’d orgasmed, pleased I think because for once she didn’t have to do it for me but then she went on to refer to Toby as that bastard again.

I could see what she meant about the head of the pin when I looked at her afterwards. Even with her legs tightly closed it remained disturbingly prominent.

“I even tried making a hole for it in the front of my knicks” she told me wryly “But that made it worse, so in the end I took them off……”

She went on to tell me how she’d wanted it for most of the day, how she’d gone into the toilet and masturbated on two occasions to try to obtain some relief.

“I felt almost the same level of arousal after I’d cum as I did before!” she said. “And I think one of the girls may have heard me. The second time as I was cumming one of them came in……I flushed the loo quickly but I think they heard me…...”

“So long as it was whats her name you’ll be alright” I suggested.

“Not Mary!”

“No the other girl with rings in her……”

“Oh yes! No it wasn’t her……”

………………

She let me fuck her once we’d got into bed, naked and hotly cuddled together but she was so slippery inside I found it very hard to cum again.

Eventually we dozed contentedly with only a single dim light on.

“Do you feel like dogging again tomorrow night?” I asked her.

“I’d go now if you asked me” she said.

That was the way we left it and one of the reasons she’d arranged to have the Friday off, the other being the idea that after Toby had finished with her she’d need some time to recover, an assumption I now realised was utterly ridiculous.

I left her alone for the rest of the night, once she was asleep, thinking it best not to wake her, so she slept well and soundly, being still out to the world when I got up next morning.

………………

She was still asleep when, after a quiet breakfast alone I went upstairs at ten. She had moved though, had turned over to face the side where I’d been so I took off the dressing gown and got in beside her again.

Half asleep she cuddled against me immediately, throwing one arm over me first and then one leg.

We lay like that for at least an hour until I began to ache with cramp. Then she turned and rolled over and put her backside against my hips.

“You’re hard enough aren’t you?” I heard her murmur.

She was demanding it anally, which disconcerted me at first but I didn’t want to argue with her so I complied and found her extraordinarily receptive.

“Know how to relax now” she confided sleepily “So it don’t hurt me y’see……”

It was an incredible sensation, doing her like that at midday on a Friday when all the rest of the world were still at work a feeling which got even better when she encouraged to play with her pussy.

Oh she jerked and gasped when I brushed against the head of the pin clumsily and accidentally but she soon pushed herself back onto me again after that.

“Where are you taking me tonight?” she asked when her desires began talking.

“Back to the lorry park” I said.

She came onto my fingers with a long sigh very soon after that while I was trying to delay the inevitable cum up her arse.

“Do you think they will want me again?” she whispered “after last time I mean……”

“I think there will be a lot more of them wanting you this time”

“I……I hope so……oh I hope so……oh, do you consider putting your cock in there is a dirty practice?”

“I don’t consider it anything of the sort!” I said.

“One of the girls declared that anal sex was very dangerous!” Annette said.

“Oh yes?”

“She had read it somewhere, in some journal or other, about how it was bad for your posture, your skin and your hair……”

I found a nipple ring and tugged it then pulled hard on both pussy rings together.

“It’s a disgusting practice really……”

“So will you leave your cum up there?”

That simple act of asking made me let it all go involuntarily.

………………

We were ready for the evenings escapades far too early, showered and shaved and scented impatiently. I thought the pin in her pussy looked magnificent when I inspected it, washing and rinsing the still swollen hood very gently.

“It fits very well around your clitty doesn’t it” I asked.

She nodded, grinned, wriggled self consciously.

“Toby showed me with a mirror!” she said.

The forked end was much larger on this pin than it had been on the one Toby had earlier showed me. So large and so shaped as to encircle her clitoris completely. Little wonder then that she was permanently aroused and always wanting it. The only surprise was that she didn’t pass out with exhaustion. I kissed the place and dried it everso gently when I’d finished washing it.

At seven thirty she knelt on the floor in front of me, her head bowed while I put her collar and leash on and at twenty five to eight both my demeanour and her subtly changed. Once again she was the slave and I was her master and once again I was taking her out to a place where I could offer her eager body to the whole world.

She wore a rough old skirt and top to go in, cheap nasty garments both of them and this time I’d asked her to put some makeup on, lipstick and eyeshadow and both like her clothing, nasty and cheap. She did it in such a way that it added dramatically to her slutty look and was practically gagging for it by the time we turned into the lorry park. Before we’d even parked several men were waiting for her.

“Don’t forget your safewords!” I reminded her.

“Don’t worry!” she replied.

“Then she opened the car door and offered herself to them.

………………

This time I allowed myself to become much more detached, unclipping her leash after the first five minutes.

“That’s better mate!” one of the men said.

“Don’t take her too far away” I warned.

“We won’t, don’t worry”

“I’d fuck her anywhere……”

This time I told myself I’d keep a count of every one of them, make a mental note of what they were like and what they did but after five minutes of her howls and yells I gave up even trying to do that.

This time I’d told myself I’d make her take rests in between men but she got going and they got going with her and as soon as they had she didn’t want them to stop.

I’d learned what to look out for from previous occasions, to be wary of men who looked like they might hurt her. Not by fucking her but by violence of another kind, driven by the hot, heightened awareness of raw sexuality. Now when she groaned or spluttered I didn’t worry, nor did I look up when she started emitting orgasms little screams. It excited me to hear her as much as it obviously did the other men, drove me, and them ever closer to the point where they tried their utmost to satisfy her but could not succeed.

This time someone brought a low padded seat type thing with them, very thoughtfully and useful because several men then discovered a way to make even the missionary position look obscene. Maybe I should bring a double bed I thought. One with white sheets and pillows on it. Maybe I’d get a van with a mattress in the back but that I knew it would be getting away from the rough and ready, no holds barred idea of dogging. And rough and ready was right I thought, when I looked at some of them. Did, I wondered idly, all lorry drivers wear filthy overalls and have outsized cocks?

One man came in a huge fountain, jerking out three or four great gushes of the stuff. Someone cheered and Annette moaned sweetly. A man swore and another groaned his way through cumming and I reached the point where I didn’t really care how many men fucked her, I just waited my turn to have her, to be as much a stranger as they were, shoving my stiffness into her bottomless pit unceremoniously and making her giggle when she realised it was me.

She’d lost a nipple ring I noticed, someone had replaced it with a thick smear of cum. The breast was bruised with fingermarks or perhaps it was dirty grease, her pussy was slack, saturated and slippery when I slid into it, so loose I don’t think she even noticed.

It was just a fuck, nothing more, an exercise in jerking and grunting while others waited, watched or fiddled with her, a lazy exhibition of the easiest way to cum if only I could be bothered.

“Come on!” she urged unnecessarily when I began flagging “I know you can do better than that!”

Someone laughed and I felt fingers pushing past my plunging prick.

“Go on!” a voice urged “Do her! Do her!”

The man in the blue overalls had her straight away after me, there was a kind of a queue by that time I think. She sucked me messily, spitting and dribbling while he got himself into her. When I saw the size of him I almost came again.

Two lads got their cocks into her mouth at the same time, pulling at her face with their fingers in order to do it like that. They splashed a lot of semen on her forehead and in her hair but seemed happy enough.

“Has she got more rings in her cunt?” someone asked me in passing.

“Only one more” I said.

“Fuck’n’ell……!”

No-one asked where. I suppose it was obvious.

Blue Overalls worked his member in and out slowly, demonstrating its size and his sexual powers. I’d considered Toby to be well endowed but Blue Overalls was probably twice his size and Annette, without so much as a murmur, was taking every bit.

………………

Time passed and men came and went. After a while a couple of drivers started their engines and drove off but the number of men around Annette didn’t appear to diminish. She lay limp and doll like when I looked at her again, sprawled on the padded couch with one arm trailing over the side and taking no notice whatever of the man who was fucking her.

“Looks like she’s had enough mate” he said quietly when I got close enough and the two other men with her turned sheepishly away.

“What happened?” I demanded “Has she fainted?”

“Look like it” the man said “She’s in a hell of a state, isn’t she?”

Her cunt gushed a mess of stuff when he pulled out of her, still stiff and obviously far from being finished.

“Don’t stop!” she murmured when I crouched down beside her.

“One more?” I asked while the man looked on hopefully his stiff prick clutched in his hand.

“……oh yes!”

“She’s alright, get on with it!” I said.

“Sure?” he asked, his gave moving between Annette and me.

She tried to sit up but couldn’t quite manage it so she turned onto one side instead.

“Let me get her into the motor” I said “And you can finish her off there……”

I carried her like a child, crouched up in my arms while the man walked beside us still clutching his prick.

“You taking her home now?” he asked.

“Yeah!” I said “I am in a minute……”

I put her on the back seat in a heap and the man got in with her and closed the door.

“You’d better hurry up if you’re going to fuck her” I told him.

Annette squealed and made some of her ooh noises and, standing by the drivers door I felt the car begin to rock.

An overalled figure walked out of the darkness and peered at me hopefully.

“Are you the bloke with the slut?” he asked.

“She’s in here if you want her!” I said “But you’ll have to be quick!”

From inside the car came the recognisable sounds of a man cumming and of Annette letting go another volley of squeals.

………………

I drove out of the lorry park half an hour later with an unconscious Annette sprawled like a dead thing on the back seat. She’d choked on the last man’s cum and very nearly vomited and that had more or less put an end to everything.

“See you next week maybe” I told him when he scrambled out clutching his trousers.

“I’ll be here!” he said.

So we left him there, in the diesel exhaust, sodium lights and the dust and knotted, trampled on condoms drove away from a place I was beginning to wish we’d never need to visit again, if only for the sake of my sanity.

She said nothing for the first couple of miles, while I drove carefully, wary of late night patrols of police. When she groaned I turned down the interior mirror in an effort to see her without turning round and caught a pale glimpse of her face.

“Alright?” I asked.

“Fuck yeah!” she replied “Alright! I’m jus’ getting into it……!”

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