Not long after that I moved to London – which started off a whole new phase to my sexual exploits (more stories on that another time, though I have ...one one already)2001 I moved back home to the West Country. Obviously the scene was a lot different to London, so one night feeling really horny I decided to take a drive to the old dogging spot and see if there was still some action – OH! YES THERE WAS! I was dressed to kill, looking my best and horny as hell. I parked up in a quieter spot and. Umm” He smiles darkly and places his hands on both sides of the desk pinning me between the desk and him. He spreads my knees apart all the while breathing heavily and closes the distance kisses me deeply in a French kiss of a lifetime. I moan in pleasure and hook my hands in his hair to further kiss him with my tongue ring doing its job to intensify the moment all the while pressing my excited breasts against his hard chest. He shifts himself and lifts off his tank and pulls out his fully. He was above me looking at me, our eyes locked together, taking me to places I could only have imagined.He dragged his finger against my slit, lightly, moving closer to my clit. My brain was willing him, my hips taking charge and trying to find his finger. He teased me, running his finger right around me, not quite touching but close enough I could feel him. I was on fire. His finger trailed around my belly, then back toward my pussy. His mouth kissed nibbles on the inside of my thighs, back. Other times I would be at home and he would call me up, ordering me over to his place to blow him. Sometimes I wasn’t able to go because my girlfriend was there or I was heading out with her. He wasn’t too happy when this happened and more and more he would tell me to cancel with her and come blow him. More and more I would do this, do as he said. It really turned him on seeing his power over me growing and he would fuck my mouth hard whenever he “won” one of these battles. Reminding me that I.