La petite baise jouet

It's late in the evening and you find yourself bored and horny. The usual online porn isn't really doing it for you tonight, so you decide to lurk on some public sex forums for a while; the kind where perverts and nymphos connect to meet up in bathrooms, parks, and the like. Other than boning a couple of old girlfriends in public places (a parking lot with one a few years back, and a graveyard with a girl you dated in school) you don't have much experience with this sort of thing, and other than a handful of one night stands over the years you don't have much "sex with strangers" experience either. The idea has always intrigued you nonetheless; hooking up with a prostitute in a seedy back alley, gang-banging some drunk slut at a frat party in college, or getting a blowjob from a stranger through a glory-hole at a rest-stop, all have been reoccurring fantasies of yours for years, you've just never had the will or way to make any of it happen. You think about this as you peruse the forums, scrolling past various threads for such things.

"M4M/Gloryhole Meetup/Monday Night"
"Older couple seeks orgy to join"
"MF4F/Want to try a 3-some"

Most of the threads are guys seeking guys or older swingers looking to hook up with some group sex action, none of which really interest you in the slightest. It seems as if the fantasy of fucking a young, beautiful, strange girl is quite different from what actually goes on...mainly being old fat people and gay guys sweatily boning in bathrooms for the most part.

After about an hour of searching, you're just getting ready to log off when you spot a thread that peeks your interest.

"MF/Guy seeks to share gf with strangers in park"

For starters, the title uses the descriptor of "girl-friend" rather than "wife", or simply "female"...leading you to ponder if she's younger than the majority of the ladies posting to such sites (women seem to be few and far between on these forums in general). So you click the link and read the first post.

"Hi all, we're a young hetero couple that's been wanting to experiment with dogging for quite some time, and we've finally decided to take the plunge."

You're familiar with the term "dogging", which usually involves women or couples meeting a group of strangers in a predetermined public location (usually a dog park in the UK, hence the name) to either act as exhibitionists (fucking in front of said strangers, who masturbate to the act), or allowing the strangers to participate (usually groping or fucking the woman while her husband watches, or joins in). You've jerked off to plenty of real and fake/produced "dogging" porn before, and it's always been one of your favorite fantasies to participate in. Though most of the real dogging porn you've seen involves older middle aged women, which ain't bad, but not really worth your effort. Thinking of this, you continue to read the thread post.

"I'm a 28 year old white male (you can call me Josh) that loves showing off my cute girlfriend, and lately I've wanted to do more than just show her, I'd LOVE to share her with some other guys. We've experimented with threesomes before, and she's even hooked up with a stranger we met at a bar once with my permission, but we're really want to take it to the next level! She's a 21 year old white female (you can call her Megan), with dark red hair, a petite frame, and pale skin. She's submissive and a bit shy, but loves to be dirty once she's warmed up. We're looking to do this the on the last Saturday of the month, at a nearby park just after sunset. Stipulations include: ages 18-50 (men only please), well hung (no teeny weenies), no STDs (duh, proof of a recent test required), and no cameras. Contact us if you're interested."

You realize you have an erection, and consider jerking off to the mere idea of doing this then going to bed, but something in your head (and pants) clicks, and you find yourself clicking the "respond" button and typing a message, expressing your interest. As you try to fall asleep later that night you think to yourself, "if it's bunk or sketchy, I don't have to go...if I get there and she's ugly, I can just leave...no harm, no fowl."

The following evening you find an email in your inbox from Josh. After a moments hesitation, you respond, answering a few questions for him. Within a few days, you've exchanged multiple emails with the couple. They ask for a dick-pic (to verify that you're at least average in that department), and a scanned copy of recent STD tests, which you fortunately had on hand after a scare a month ago (turns out it was just some minor chaffing due to the brand of undies you were wearing). Josh also asks if you would mind being filmed, as he wants to record the whole thing himself. He tells you that you're welcome to wear a mask or disguise if you like. You suppose a hat and sunglasses will suffice (or a ski-mask if you're feeling extra creepy-pervy that night), and tell him yes, following up by asking if you can have a copy, and are surprised when he says "yes, of course!" You honestly can't believe this is really happening.

In one of his last emails Josh lays down some ground rules regarding what will be allowed and what won't be allowed. You are again surprised, the list is so short; no slapping or hitting (spanking with hands is alright), and no pissing or scat. You can be rough within reason but nothing that would leave a permanent mark, and anything Josh says, or tells you or anyone else present to do, trumps anything you or anyone else wants, otherwise it will be called off immediately. There are going to be several other guys there (eight confirmed as of Josh's last count), and while not all of them are going to directly participate (some are just going to watch), those that will be touching or penetrating Megan are asked to be fair and share her with each other as evenly as possible. Also, if she's is uncomfortable at any point the safe word is "blue", if she can't speak (for various reasons), and shakes her head and says "uh uh", that also means STOP EVERYTHING. After all the details are squared away you send one last email, confirming that you are definitely down. Your head swims with the possibilities of what you're about to experience, still not fully convinced this is real.

Before you know if you receive and official invite in your inbox, which includes an address and directions to the park, and a particular time to arrive. You're told to park in a particular lot and walk the remainder of the way. You're trying to maintain your cool and not get overly excited, just in case it's a huge disappointment, but you can't help but jerk off to the idea of what you're about to do, just about every night leading up to the big event.

A couple of weeks pass, and it's the big night. You decide to wear a hat and a pair of shades that aren't super tinted (so as to see everything better). It's a warm and pleasant evening, so you opt for jeans, tennis shoes, and a t-shirt. You head for the door, pocketing your cell phone in case there's some trouble. Just as you reach for the door knob, you hesitate...for the first time since you sent that first email, you wonder if this is crazy and consider changing your mind.