Prequel to Darkest Desires
Elise’s Advent Challenges — Part Two
Challenge Two
By Kate Pasithea with Vlad Lioncourt
The next instalment in the festive prequel series to “Darkest Desires” (Order Here) follows. What new challenge has Kane thought up for second Advent, and how did he respond to Elise’s partial failure at first Advent?
“Well, well, well, how interesting. You got the ship safely out to sea and navigated most of the route before encountering that damn iceberg. It was a valiant effort Elise, but in the end you did not succeed. All I can say is that you are lucky we are not in a formal relationship (yes, I am wearing a wolfish grin — and I may have just issued a guttural growl as I think of EXACTLY what your punishment would be). But, onto the next advent challenge.
It is very simple:
This second Advent weekend you are to have your first dogging experience. I’ll put no boundaries on how, where, and with whom. Good luck Elise.”
I grinned as I imagined Kane’s possible punishments for my faux pas. I’m sure it would have fallen under the heading of ‘funishment’ rather than punishment — after all, I had nearly completed his challenge. I might have to ask him that question some day. I smiled thinking about THAT conversation.
His next challenge pushed a little on my boundaries. He knows very well that I am greedy and have no issues with being watched, however, that had hitherto always been within a ‘safe’ environment. Dogging is a different animal altogether (pardon the pun).
This was certainly not something I would try organising on my own so a trusted playmate was required. I opened my phone contacts and scrolled until I came across a name that flagged green for this gauntlet; Terry. I had known Terry for only about a year but we chatted often via text, between playdates. I knew that he occasionally went dogging at the common outside of town, though he had yet to persuade me to accompany him. That was about to change.
We made arrangements for the upcoming Sunday evening. Terry told me that although he had logged it as an open meet on the swingers’ forum, he had invited two trusted friends to join us. Ian and Wayne would ensure that things got off to a smoking hot start. A few ground rules were set — condoms all round of course, no anal play, no filming or photos and someone must be on watch at all times; the last thing I wanted was to be hauled up on charges of indecent exposure. Terry and his two friends would take turns at standing look-out.
Full of anticipation, and with much squirming, we arrived at the secluded car park just after dusk.
It was cold, but thankfully dry. Wayne took first look-out while Ian decided to take the lead in getting underneath my clothes. He had been talking dirty to me during the drive, so his fingers found me already leaking. My outfit was comprised of a crotchless bodystocking — both for practicality and warmth — and a short skirt paired with a zipped top — I had no intention of catching pneumonia out here.
I reclined on the back seat with both doors open while Ian drove me insane with his long, talented fingers. Meanwhile Terry had undone his jeans and was suddenly offering me his cock from the other door. I opened my mouth eagerly…just as a set of headlights swept across the rear-view mirror. A flash of worry went through me, until Ian’s fingers hit my g-spot and I moaned loudly around my mouthful as the high of my first climax pulsed through me.
The headlights belonged to a couple who were here to join in the fun. They parked next to us and also opened the car doors. When Terry withdrew from my mouth to greet the newcomers, Ian used the chance to flip me onto my knees. A few seconds later, I felt the blunt intrusion of his covered cock parting my labia as he rubbed himself against me. I bowed my head in pleasure has he slipped inside me.
A moment later the normal sounds of the night were completely silenced by my moans…it seemed everyone was listening to my pleasure. As usual, I utterly failed at being quiet…I was lost as Ian used me hard for his own pleasure, but it didn’t matter, because I was doing the same thing to him. I was fucking him back just as hard, and loudly begging him to go harder.
A new man suddenly appeared in front of me, and slipped his hand down my front to play with my swinging tits. I looked up at him and saw the enquiry in his expression. I nodded briefly, too close to cumming around Ian’s cock to give a coherent response. The stranger groped harder, then pulled my nipples as my cunt clamped down on Ian. He responded with a loud groan of his own, followed instantly by him filling his rubber protection.
Ian collapsed on top of me, breathing hot and fast against my neck and making me shudder with aftershocks. We took a few much-needed moments to catch our breath.
Once I had recovered somewhat, Ian broke our spoon-hug and then pulled himself out of the car to take care his condom. The gentleman who had been playing with my breasts was waiting patiently for my attention while stroking my hair. With a grin, I reached up and freed the significant bulge from the denim at eye-level. As I did, I caught sight of a flash of white as Terry took his pleasure from the female of the couple.
The cock that was revealed to me was fat and circumcised. It also smelt divine — a hint of soap and a dose of male pheromones. I inhaled deeply as I nuzzled his groin. I looked up and made a quick appraisal of him, judging that he was experienced enough for me to not demand that he put on a condom. I can’t stand the taste and smell of regular condoms and I was not in reach of my flavoured ones. Still, there would be hell to pay if he lost control.
“Is this okay?”
The voice belonged to a man who was running his hand up the inside of my thigh.
“Feel free.” I responded. I trusted Terry and his two friends to adhere to and monitor my rules, so I was ready to relax and enjoy this new experience.
A disassembled sixty-nine followed. I took the erection in front of me and licked and sucked until he was all but fucking my throat. The newcomer laved attention on my pussy and clit with a rough and strong tongue. The contrast of the warmth of his mouth with the cold air seemed to heighten the sensations…so it wasn’t long before I came, gasping and choking, as the man using my mouth got increasingly excited.
Moments later, he gave a strangled grunt and pulled out of my mouth just in time to spray my neck in hot liquid.
“Ah, shit! Uh! Fuck…I’m sorry, that was close…I couldn’t hold it.” The man looked mortified at his lack of control.
I looked up at him with a grin. “Don’t worry, I’ll take that as a compliment.”
Nobody else used my mouth, but a few more men had arrived in the meantime. I think three more fucked me — it all became a bit of a blur, to be honest — and Terry told me afterwards there was also an audience of strokers: those men who get off on a live show, but for whatever reason prefer to watch and cum in their hands rather than to get involved.
So, my first experience of dogging was done.
Did I enjoy it? I think it is safe to say that I did — I returned home well used. My fears of being caught or filmed or the happenings getting out of control were not realised — for which I thanked Terry and his friends most graciously and more than once — back at his place. Three more men marvelled at my insatiable nature.
Would I repeat it? Doubtful.
Though, I would certainly relive the experience alone for some time to come…
To be Continued…
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