Getting Ready for a Night of Dogging
Alright then, let's get one thing straight from the off. I'm Cindy, I'm from North London, and I'm what your mum would call a "total slag." And you know what? I fucking love it. This ain't no sob story, this is a confession of a woman who knows exactly what she wants and isn't afraid to go out and get it, night after night.
Most nights, round about nine o'clock, this feeling starts to build in me. This proper hunger, like an itch right deep inside that only one thing can scratch. So I'll have a quick shower, make sure I'm smooth everywhere – you know how I like it – and then I'll pick out something proper slutty to wear. Tonight it was this tiny little black skirt, no knickers of course, and this white top that's basically see-through when the light hits it right. No bra either. Let the girls have some air, I say.
The Car Park at Hampstead Heath
I jump in my little Fiat and head up to Hampstead Heath. There's this particular car park, see? The one up by the ponds. That's where all the action is. By the time I get there, there's usually a few cars already parked up, engines running, just waiting.
Tonight there were three of them when I arrived. I parked up, left my lights on for a minute, you know, to signal I was open for business. Then I just sat there, legs slightly apart, giving anyone who walked past a proper eyeful of what was on offer.
First Encounter of the Night
It only took about five minutes before the first one approached. Some fella in his late forties, looked like he'd just come from an office job. Tie loosened, that desperate look in his eyes. I didn't even wait for him to say anything. Just wound down my window and said, "Like what you see, mate?"
His eyes nearly popped out of his head. I stepped out of the car, making sure to bend over just enough to give him a flash of my bare arse as I locked the door. Then I just walked over to his car, leaned against his passenger door, and said, "So what are you waiting for then?"
Taking Charge
He was all fumbling hands and nervous energy. I had to take charge, really. I leaned in through his window, my tits practically falling out of my top, and whispered, "I know what you want. I know what all you lot want when you come up here."
Before he could respond, I'd opened his door and was climbing onto his lap right there in the driver's seat. His trousers were down in seconds, and I could feel how hard he was through his boxers. I pulled them down too, and out it sprang. Not the biggest I've ever had, but certainly eager.
I didn't mess about with foreplay. That's not what we're there for, is it? I just lifted my skirt, positioned myself over him, and sank right down onto his cock. The groan he let out was fucking brilliant. Proper desperate, like he'd been waiting for this moment his whole life.
I rode him hard right there in his car, my hands pressed against the roof as I bounced up and down on him. The car was rocking, anyone walking past would have known exactly what was going on. That's half the thrill, innit? Being watched, being wanted.
After he'd finished – which didn't take long, bless him – I climbed off, straightened my skirt, and gave him a little wink. "Same time tomorrow?" I asked, already knowing the answer.
Two Lads, One Car
But I wasn't done yet. Oh no. One is never enough for Cindy.
I spotted another car that had pulled up while I was occupied. Two lads, couldn't have been much older than twenty. Looked like they'd come up together, probably on a dare or something. Well, I'd show them a thing or two.
I walked over to their car, making sure to sway my hips extra. I tapped on the driver's window and when it wound down, I just said, "Having fun watching, boys? Or do you want to join in?"
They looked at each other, proper nervous like, but then they both nodded. I opened the back door and climbed in. "Right then," I said, "who's first?"
Back Seat Action
The driver climbed into the back with me while his mate stayed in the front seat, watching in the rearview mirror. I didn't waste time. I was on my knees, my head in his lap before he could even get his belt undone properly. I love sucking cock, I really do. Love the feel of it getting harder in my mouth, love the way they gasp when I take it all the way down.
His mate was getting impatient in the front, so I positioned myself so he could reach back and finger me while I was sucking his friend off. Four hands on me at once – that's more like it.
After the first one had come in my mouth – swallowed every drop, of course, waste not want not – I turned my attention to the second one. He was already hard from watching, so I just climbed onto his lap, facing away from him so his mate could get a proper view of my arse bouncing up and down.
The Audience Grows
By the time we were done, there were another two cars parked nearby, their occupants watching the whole show. I love being watched, I really do. Love knowing I'm getting them all hard and desperate.
I climbed out of their car, my legs a bit wobbly, my makeup probably running a bit, my hair all messed up. But I felt alive. Proper alive, you know?
I walked over to the next car, and the next. By the end of the night, I'd had six of them. Six different cocks, six different loads. One in each hole, and three more wherever they wanted to put them.
Embracing Who I Am
That's the thing about being me. I don't pretend to be something I'm not. I'm a slag. A total, absolute slag. And I fucking love it. I love the look on their faces when they realize I'm not like other girls. I'm not going to play hard to get. I'm not going to make them wait. I'm going to give them exactly what they want, no questions asked.
Sometimes I wonder what my mum would say if she knew what I get up to at night. Probably disown me, but then again, she never did understand me.
Tomorrow's Adventures
Tomorrow night I'll do it all again. Maybe try a different spot. There's that car park up by Alexandra Palace that's supposed to be good on a Friday night. Or maybe I'll just stick with the Heath. It's been good to me so far.
The thing is, once you've had a taste of this life, you can't go back. The normal life, the one with the mortgage and the 2.4 kids and the boring sex once a month if you're lucky... that's not for me. I'd rather be out there every night, taking what I want, giving them what they need.
So yeah, that's my confession. That's what Cindy from North London gets up to when the sun goes down. And if you're ever in the area on a night... well, you might just get lucky or call for dogging phone sex now.
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