A raucous cheer went up as Nikki provocatively popped the button on her levis. She gyrated her hips slowly to tantalise her audience, swaying to the undulating beat of the rock music that blared out from her boyfriend's parked car. Beneath her bare feet the grass felt pleasantly cool. She was relieved that it was an unseasonably warm Halloween this year. She remembered the previous year which was just too cold for outdoor fun and games, a huge disappointment, for Nikki loved the added excitement of the themed costumes. It was a little different and it was those differences that added spice to the occasion.
Nikki turned her back on her audience to wiggle her denim clad bottom and was rewarded by wolf whistles and applause from those men who liked a full round curvy ass. To Nikki the audience were unseen, as they stood between the dozen or so cars that formed a large semi-circle in the otherwise deserted field, their headlights flooding her performance area with light.
Nikki warming to her performance began to run her hands through her hair down over her loose t-shirt. She wore no bra allowing her to shape her big breasts in a more malleable way. She faced her husband's car and through the glare of headlights she could just make out his dark shape leaning against the door. She performed as much for him as the other men, knew how he loved to watch her dance and writhe in the multiple blaze of car headlights, listen to men cheer his girl, then see them enter the 'stage spotlight' and fuck her senseless, knowing that later when he had her alone at home she was all his.
Nikki teased the crowd behind a little more before turning to face them -- more wild cheering. 'Get' em off!' someone shouted, and the call was taken up and soon through the blaring music she could hear the call become a chant. Nikki tossed her head back, her thick auburn hair a wild mane. She fondled her breasts provocatively with one hand, the other snaking to her crotch, judging to perfection her next move -- experience having taught her how long to tease her audience -- she was a surfer judging the crest of the wave, letting it reach its fullest height and then . . .
The crowd's chant turned to a roar of delight as Nikki expertly peeled her t-shirt over her head tossing it high to flutter to the ground, as her unfettered big breasts bounced in the bathing warm light. Fuck the X-factor and all those other shows -- this what performing was all about -- no fake bullshit here, Nikki thought as she used her hands to press her breasts together creating a deep cleft in between. This was the real thing. Her audience cheered appreciably. Nikki loved the response, she was soaking wet and had to will herself not to strip too hastily -- enjoy the performance then after enjoy the fucking. Nikki knew they loved her even though compared to a professional strip dancer her moves would doubtless seem clumsy and graceless --but fuck those prick teasers -- making a man spend hard earned money on overpriced drinks and letting him look and not touch, taking the poor bastard's money and then when he'd been fleeced, making him go home and toss off. None of that bull here. Nikki was no professional dancer but what her audience got was one hundred percent genuine. No money charged here and after watching they all got to fuck the dancer and go home satisfied and with their wallets still full, but their balls empty.
Nikki swayed, rolling her shoulders so her breasts heaved and bobbed as she moved. The crowd were chanting again; 'Off, off, off . . .'
Nikki smiling at them, hooking her thumb behind the button on her denims. She popped it open and the top of the jeans opened a little, looking like two dog ears sticking out. From out of the darkness into the pool of light she saw a girl dash out. She was totally nude except for an decorative black ventian style mask, decorated with long blood red plumes of feathers. Nikki recognised her friend Sylvia. She was thirty five, a few years older than Nikki but her body while not quite as fleshy and curvy as Nikki's concealed her age well. Most men would have thought Sylvia in her mid-twenties not mid-thirties.
A huge cheer went up as Sylvia joined the dancing, pressing her body to Nikki's and exploring her big breasts with her small hands.
Sylvia facing Nikki and rubbing her breasts against Nikki's, grinned at her friend. They often performed together at these outings and the regulars loved it. Sylvia slithered down to her knees so her face was parallel with Nikki's crotch. Nikki placed one hand on the top of Sylvia's head and began twerking, simulating that she was face fucking the older woman. The crowd roared, and to each bucking motion they began again to chant 'off, off, off.'
Nikki felt her friend's fingers hook the top of her loosened jeans and she slowed her rhythmic hip thrusts to allow Sylvia to pull her jeans down more easily. Sylvia pulled off each leg of the garment then to another raucous cheer tossed the jeans aside. Unencumbered by clothes, the two woman continues the obscene dance resuming the wanton motions, Nikki pressing Sylvia's head into her shaven crotch. She felt Sylvia's tongue connect with the wet folds of her labia, and the simulated face fucking became real. Nikki one hand still on Sylvia's head for balance, opened her legs more fully to allow better access for fellow dancer. Sylvia, on her knees angled her head so she could tongue her younger lover more effectively. The men were cheering and clapping to the music as the song reached the end. With song's end Nikki disengaged with Sylvia who now stood beside her friend and lover. To the crowd's applause they French kissed, hands caressing each other's bodies.
The crowd of men had surged closed and now some stood on the edge of the circle of car light, dark ragged silhouettes.
Nikki and Sylvia broke off the kiss and moved toward their audience, time to discover how much their fans had enjoyed the performance Nikki thought. She loved this moment fondling cocks of all sizes, different shapes, feeling the hardness in her hands knowing she had made them hard. She felt powerful - a goddess among mortal men.
'Aren't you going to fuck her?' a drunken voice jeered from somewhere off to the left of the crowd.
A murmur of disapproval rippled through the crowd. It sounded like some young lad. There were more jeers and catcalls and Nikki inwardly groaned, she suspected some gang of youths had gate crashed the dogging session. They seemed to settle a bit and Nikki continued the ritual long developed over many dogging sessions in this field. She moved closer to two men, both in costume, one dressed as Dracula, his face whitened with make up, a long flowing cloak billowing gently in the evening breeze. The only difference between his appearance and the classic Bella Lugosi image was his large erect cock and heavy balls protruding from the flies of his black trousers. Nikki fondled the big cock teasingly.'You can sink your fangs into me anytime,' she said playfully, moving to the next costumed dogger.
Less effort on costume here, Nikki mused. He wore jeans and a shirt and his face was concealed behind a Jason Friday the 13th hockey mask. Like drac, his erect cock stood proud and exposed. Nikki gave it an affectionate squeeze, feeling some precome smear her wrist. She put her wrist to her mouth and licked the salty effluence. 'Nice chopper big boy,' she grinned moving round. Three more men, wearing no trousers and cheap looking Scream and Frankenstein masks stood waiting her attention and as she passed by each, she groped each of their tools like some master musician testing her instruments before a great performance.
At the edge of the crowd standing a little way from the others she spotted a giant of a man. She sensed immediately he was out of place. He wore no costume, only a ill fitting leather jacket over a white t-shirt. Unlike the other men, he had no aroused genitalia on show and Nikki guessed he was new to the world of dogging. She looked up into his face. He had a heavy lantern jaw, broad squat features, and deep sunken eyes. His hair was lank and untidy. Despite his overbearing size compared to Nikki's diminutive frame, he squirmed nervously under her experienced confident gaze.
Nikki gave him a reassuring smile. 'First time big fella? Don't worry, just watch if you want to, no one does anything they don't want to.'
He gave her a nervous grin and she lifted a hand to give him an affectionate touch on the cheek, but as her hand moved up his broad chest her fingers brushed a silver medallion. She held it in her fingers a moment, straining in the poor light to make it out. It was a three quarters moon on a silver chain.
'Nice necklace big fella,' Nikki smiled and standing on her tip toes gave him a peck on the chin. 'Join in if you want to,' she said moving back to the costumed men who were more ready for action.
The big man mumbled something and over the voices and background music. The words were lost but they sounded to Nikki like; 'I shouldn't be here tonight.'
'Okay boys,' Nikki said, her voice husky. 'You're first.' She took hold of two cocks and using them like leads led the men into the well lit performance area. She glanced over her shoulder at the big giant to see if he was watching her, but he seemed instead to be looking anxiously at the sky. Rain hadn't been forecast had it? she wondered. She looked up at the night sky. It was cloudy, but the clouds were mostly white -- not rainclouds. She noted how their edges were lined by silver moonlight, then her attention was back at the job in hand -- and in hand quite literally. The two stiffened hard cocks in eack of her hands were hot and slippery with precome. She looked into the masked faces of their owners - one of the ones wearing a Scream mask, the other Frankenstein.
'You boys have such big monster cocks' she purred, getting down on her knees.
They gave a chuckle to her quip. 'You gonna be our lady in distress?' Frankenstein's monster said.
