Dogging after the Bussiness Meeting in London. Mistress Ordered me to Watch her Fucking another Guy

In the heart of London, after a long day of business, our captivating Mistress decided to turn a mundane commute into an unforgettable encounter. She's a powerful woman, always in control, and today she's called the shots, quite literally. As we were nearing the end of our journey, she pressed the intercom button, and a sultry voice came through, "Pull over and park, I have a surprise for you." Intrigued, I did as I was told, and we found ourselves in a dimly lit parking lot.

The anticipation was palpable as I watched her open the car door and step out, her heels clicking on the concrete. She walked towards a mysterious figure standing by a nearby car, and they embraced, their conversation a soft murmur in the cool night air. I couldn't help but feel a twinge of excitement and curiosity as I watched them, my mind racing with possibilities.

Suddenly, she turned to me, her eyes gleaming with a mischievous smile. "Get out," she commanded, and I complied, my heart pounding with a mix of fear and excitement. She wanted me to watch, to be a part of this, but not to participate. She was going to share herself with another man, right in front of me, and I was to be nothing more than a spectator.

They moved to the trunk of the other car, their bodies pressed against each other, lips locked in a passionate kiss. The Mistress was in control, guiding the other man's hands as they explored her body. She was wearing a tight skirt and a blouse that left little to the imagination, and I could see the outline of his hands on her curves, feeling her up through the fabric.

As they began to undress, I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe. She was so confident, so in control, and I was just a spectator, watching as she gave herself to another man. She was a Mistress, and she was going to take what she wanted, when she wanted it.

The other man's hands moved to her blouse, unbuttoning it slowly, revealing her creamy breasts. She let out a soft moan as he pinched her nipples, teasing her. She was clearly enjoying this, and the thought of her pleasure sent a shiver down my spine. She wanted this, and she was going to have it, right in front of me.

She guided him to the car, and they lay down in the back seat, their bodies entwined. I could see the outline of his body as he entered her, their movements slow and deliberate. She was a goddess, and he was worshipping her, his hands exploring her body as he moved inside her.

I watched, my heart pounding in my chest, as she took control, directing him, demanding more. She was in her element, and she was loving every second of it. She was a Mistress, and she was taking what she wanted, right in front of me.

The scene played out in the dimly lit parking lot, a forbidden dance of passion and control. She was sharing herself with another man, and I was just a spectator, watching as she took what she wanted, when she wanted it. It was a night of power, of domination, and of pure, unadulterated pleasure.