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Dogging With Hanna
(Anna Mann)

"We missed this dirty slut." one of the faceless guys at my side laughed.

"I guess she's pretty famous around here." I managed to reply.

He slapped me on the back, and grinned before stepping forward, cock in hand, and grasping Hanna by the hair, twisted her head around before ramming his tool into her open mouth.

All around the guys gathered, each waiting impatiently their turn to fill my wife, each encouraging their friends to greater efforts. I looked around, several men hovered to the side.

I recognised them, not as acquaintances, but as my peers in the current situation. They were husbands, they were cuckolds, and their own wives were naked, some watching Hanna get pounded, some leaning against their own vehicles. One guy turned to face me, our eyes met before his slipped aside to his wife. Damn, I hadn't noticed her until that moment, so tall and elegant, such perfect breasts, full and perky, the type that defy gravity in the craziest way. Nipples that stuck out, so large and hard that if I'd been wearing a coat I might have been tempted to test a theory. And that ass, Fuck! So pronounced and round. I looked back to the pale husband and saw the silent plea. He wanted to watch her getting fucked as much as I'd wanted to watch Hanna, yet his stunning wife appeared untouched. I can't believe because she's black I told myself as I felt my cock beginning to harden, surely she was simply being overlooked because an old favourite had returned.

I stepped forward, the desperation began to drain from his expression, to be replaced by a knowing grin. I turned to his naked wife and reached out to cup a firm breast, she gasped as I gently squeezed, then reached forward swiftly to fumble with my belt.

"Keep fondling her," a small voice chirped at my shoulder as I pulled my hand away to assist with my belt buckle. "Just keep touching her."

I almost shrugged, but decided to concentrate on her gasps as I teased both of her thick nipples. My trouser zip lowered, soon my pants were down around my knees. My cock was standing to attention with military zeal. Fingers wrapped around my shaft and for a second I closed my eyes, concentrating hard on not making a fool of myself by exploding at her first touch.

Behind me Hanna wailed, she must have been trapped inside a massive rolling orgasm that had her screaming and shouting at the top of her voice. "Go on, fuck me!" she growled, "Call me a whore, call me anything you want, just keep fucking me you sleazy bastards."

"Dirty fucking slut!" one voice called out, "I'm gonna shove my fist right up that stretched cunt!"

Hanna groaned, then I joined her as lips wrapped around the head of my cock and a tongue stroked across my swollen glans.