A semi-autobiographical account of my sexual encounters over many years.
Chapter Twenty-Eight. 2008.
(Late-April.) Pip, Logan. The wheel-clampers.
Arriving in the unfamiliar town I searched in vain for a car park with vacant spaces, thinking that being early I might as well do a bit of shopping. Eventually I found a small car park which looked as if it might be private but after a good look round and without seeing any signs to that effect I decided to park, by this time fed up with driving about the town.
After looking at the somewhat uninspiring shops I found my way to Gordon's office, having decided I may as well leave the car where it was.
My meeting with him went well and with a folder containing details of a possible assignment under my arm for further study before making a final commitment, I walked back to the car park. On reaching it I was horrified to find my car had been clamped. In fact the guys had only just finished attaching a clamp to the wheel. A couple of minutes earlier and I'd have been OK.
"Excuse me," I called to the wheel-clampers. "You can't do that without displaying warning signs."
Silently one of the guys pointed to a small sign on the wall which stated that it was a private car park and any unauthorised vehicles would be clamped. Stunned, I realised that the small sign must have been obscured by a van when I parked and explained as much to the guys.
"That's what they all say luv," the black guy smiled.
"Couldn't I just give you some money, say twenty pounds each, to take the clamp off. You could pocket it and no one would be any the wiser," I said, beginning to feel desperate.
It wasn't just the release fee which was the problem but the inconvenience of being held up while it was all being processed.
"Afraid not," the white guy said, "it doesn't work like that."
"Be reasonable," I pleaded, "it was a genuine mistake and I'm desperate to get away."
"How desperate?" the black guy asked, looking me up and down.
"I've offered you money and I'll do whatever it takes to get the clamp removed."
"What say you get in the back of your car and strip off. While Logan's removing the clamp I'll join you for some fun, he can take a turn later," the white guy said with a wink at his colleague.
I wasn't too surprised by his words, having already realised where the talk seemed to be heading, and unlocking my car started to climb in to the rear seat. A hand squeezed my bottom but I didn't bother looking round to see which of them it was.
It was embarrassing and a little chilly to be undressing watched by the two grinning strangers through the open car door and I felt relieved when the white guy climbed in, shutting the door behind him.
"Hi, I'm Pip," he said, eagerly seizing my breasts.
"Sandi," I replied automatically.
Vaguely aware of metallic sounds as the wheel clamp was being removed, I sat back in the seat thinking that the feel of Pip's hands on my breasts, thumbs rubbing the nipples, was not at all unpleasant.
After kissing me Pip moved his mouth to my right nipple, his tongue curling round and round it. Transferring his mouth to the left nipple Pip trailed his hand down the contours of my tummy and smiled when my legs automatically parted to accommodate his exploring fingers.
"You're already wet," Pip teased, raising his mouth from my nipple.
I said nothing but my legs were drifting further apart with the feel of his fingers stroking and probing my cunt. I was disappointed when the fingers were suddenly removed but cheered up when Pip rapidly undid his jeans to push then down along with his boxer shorts. I'd seen bigger cocks but it would do!
"Unfortunately we haven't much time so sit on this," Pip said, erection in hand.
While I manoeuvred myself to sit astride him, Pip wound the window down for Logan, the wheel clamp removed, to reach through and grab one of my breasts. I couldn't prevent the happy sigh escaping my lips as I lowered myself onto Pip's erection. Seizing my buttocks he smiled at Logan who, with one hand playing with my breasts, was unzipping his grubby looking jeans with the other. Riding Pip's upward thrusting penis, the pleasurable feelings sweeping through my body, I kept an eye on Logan eager to see what he had to offer. I wasn't disappointed! Directly Logan's very erect penis sprang into view I reached through the car window to seize it, the guys exchanging grins.
My fingers roaming round Logan's penis and balls excited him but he clearly wanted more. Brushing my hand aside to open the door he pulled my face down to his genitals whereupon I had no hesitation in opening my mouth for his penis. Now I was really in heaven, sucking Logan's big black rod while slowly riding Pip's.
"My balls, suck my balls!" Logan suddenly urged, beside himself with excitement.
I did just that. Pausing in my ride, Pip's penis remaining buried deep inside me, I ran my tongue round Logan's balls before sucking them into my mouth, hearing him groan. Eventually, unable to take any more Logan staggered backwards, gasping.
"Hurry up and finish fucking the bitch, I can hardly wait to stick my cock up her greasy hole," he said.
Excited myself by Logan's words I frantically rode Pip's thrusting penis and with his fingers stimulating my clitoris a long drawn out orgasmic wail broke from my lips. Almost immediately his semen erupted into my depths and Logan, realizing it was over, urged me to get off and lay along the seat ready for him.
Outside the car now and dressing Pip was watching his colleague mounting me. I spread my legs eagerly and Pip laughed when his colleague shouted, "The randy bitch wants it as much as I do!" Logan was fucking me furiously then, buttocks pounding up and down between my raised knees, my cries of joy ringing out with every thrust of his penis into me. Despite the fact that Logan showed little regard for me, intent only on self gratification, I loved every minute of it and clung to him, hands clawing at his pumping backside.
"Here it comes!" Logan suddenly yelled, buttocks jerking and twitching spasmodically as he unloaded his balls into my depths.
The guys departed hurriedly, they were very late for their next car park inspection apparently, and with slightly aching limbs I cleaned myself up. I'd only just finished dressing when people started arriving to collect their cars.
Just in time, I thought. But then found myself fantasizing earlier arrivals, seeing what was taking place, joining in. I sat in the driving seat for several minutes, allowing full reign to my fantasy.
What if directly Pip and Logan had gone other guys appeared on the scene and dragged me out of the car. Stretched out naked on the tarmac and with hands holding me down, legs yanked wide apart, I fantasied being taken forcibly by a succession of guys. Stunned by the excitement my thoughts generated not having experienced the recurrent fantasy for some time, courtesy perhaps of my experiences on the canal bank last year, I endeavoured to clear my mind and calm myself down for the longish drive home.
For some days I remained shaken by the events in the car park, not so much the experience with the wheel clampers I'd found those highly exciting, but my subsequent fantasy of being dragged from the car by other men, held down and forcibly penetrated by a succession of anonymous cocks.
