Extract from Dirty Laundry

Natasha is made to perform with a dirty old man in a Surrey lay-by

The old man had got out of the car and was trying to be nonchalant, watching me from the side of his eye as he bent, pretending to check the pressure of a tyre. Monty was already walking towards him, and I realised that I had a choice, play along or run back to the pub in my pee wet clothes. Really it was no choice at all, because I needed Monty to go to the car for my clothes, and into the pub for some water.

He'd reached the man, and was speaking to him, quietly. I'd stayed back, and I watched the man's face, caution turning to interest, and amusement, not the slightest concern. Monty turned, beckoning to me.

'I told him you did it on purpose,' Monty said. 'Take off your panties, Natasha.'

'Here?'

'Yeah, here. Go on.'

I glanced quickly along the road, then reached up, struggling my panties down under my dress, and off. The man watched, grinning.

'Now take him in the bushes and wank him off, with the panties,' Monty ordered.

I nodded, swallowing once more. The man got up and I took his hand, leading him into the wood, far enough to be sure we weren't seen from the lay-bye. I was trembling inside, and he seemed a little nervous, but no more, seating himself on a fallen tree and calming pulling down his fly. He took his cock out, a stubby, wrinkled thing, very dark skinned.

'Come on, love,' he said as I hesitated, 'get wanking.'

'You do it,' I said, still not sure of myself. 'I'll... I'll show you my boobs.'

'Make it your bum,' he said. 'I'm a bum man, me.'

I was holding out my wet panties and he took them. He folded them around his cock, really lovingly, and squeezed, making the piddle squirt out from between his fingers. I just watched as he started to wank, pulling at his little cock with my pee running down over his balls. It was mesmerising, so dirty, so open, and I found myself wanting to do what he had demanded. I turned, pushing my bottom out, for all the world like one of the girls in the porn mag, posing myself just so that some dirty old bastard could get his rocks off over the sight of my bare bum.

He leered at me as I looked back, pulling harder at his rapidly stiffening cock. My hands went down, to the hem of my dress and it was coming up, the wet material sticking to my legs as I lifted it, just as I had in front of the businessman, only now I had no panties. The back of my thighs came on show, the tuck of my bottom, everything. I was showing it, my bare bum, stuck out, my cheeks parted to show the rear view of my pussy, wet with piddle, my bumhole too. I could picture myself, so easily, from thinking of the way the girls looked in the magazine, my dress high, my bottom spread, my bare pink pussy lips on show, with the fleshy folds of my inner lips peeping out between them, my bumhole too, with its ring of light-brown flesh around a rose-pink centre. He was staring at me, really intent, while he jerked at his cock, drops of piddle spraying out as he wanked in my little blue panties.

I did it, unable to stop myself, turning and sinking down on the ground, grabbing for his cock and pushing his hand away. I took hold of him, wrapping the panties around his erection, jerking at him, aiming it at my face, with my bare bum stuck out behind so that he could see. He gave a satisfied grunt and reached down, taking my dress and pulling it up, high over my boobs. They came out, but he still pulled, and I had to let go of his cock to let him strip me, peeling it over my head to leave me nude except for my shoes.

Again I folded the wet panties around his erection, tugging at him with one hand as I slid the other back between my thighs. As I found my sex I leant forward, taking his cock in my mouth, still wanking, with the wet panty material slapping against my face. I could taste him, the taste of cock, but mixed with that of pee, my own pee, which I had done in my panties, on purpose. He took me by the hair as I sucked, forcing his cock deeper, and I began to rub more firmly, sure he would soon come.

I was going to come myself, at any moment, and then Monty was there, to one side, his cock in his hand, wanking over the sight of me sucking the dirty old man off. He dropped down, behind me, his belly pressing to my bottom, his cock nudging between my cheeks, again, and up my pussy in one smooth motion. He began to fuck me, rhythmically, rocking my body back and forth on the old man's cock, helping me closer and closer towards orgasm, only to slip out and slide up the crease of my bottom, leaving a slimy trail. I slowed my masturbation, waiting for him to put it back inside, only to feel the fat, greasy head push to my bumhole.

The old man had my head down, right on his cock, pressing my face to the sodden panties. Monty was going to bugger me, and I could do nothing to stop him.

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