Your the Best Thing..........

"Do you think you can take it Jenny" he quizzed her. "Yep, I want to, We've been talking about it for long enough, though it has to be really rank stuff, hasn't it?" Jenny enquired. "Oh god, yes, I really want to cover you in all sorts of disgusting stuff, the worse the better" he replied looking excited. "What do you want me to wear?" she enquired. "aaahh, I've given that some thought" he replied. She looked on, waiting for what she thought was going to come. "Office blouse and skirt, but I want to do it you outdoors on the sea front" he blurted out. Her face changed, her mouth dropped open with amazement, "pardon" she enquired. "Yeah outdoors in really bad weather, it has to be raining, and has to be cold, I want you put through it by me" he looked at her to see if could get away with it. Jenny looked at him and thought it over, she replied" Yeah ok, but if we're doing this it has to look like I'm an office pa, caught in the rain. So I want to be able to take a coat, and then take it off, underneath I'll have the office blouse, etc." "Great he said" his face shone from the answer, she had just given. "Anyway, we have to go to work, so kiss me bye, we both have to go."

The office........

Jenny, sat working, she had to confide in somebody. "Debs, can I speak to you, about John" she asked. "Sure" Debs replied, as she typed on her keyboard, doing various office chores. "Well he's asked me to do something quite dirty in more than one sense, outdoors!" Jenny informed her. "Go on, I'm all ears, just sending this mail" replied Debs. "He wants to mess me up outdoors in a public place, where people can see, in really bad weather, so I get drenched as well, he has a Dom side, though he doesn't really do bad things to me, it's more teasing and loving, and down right messy if he get's given the chance, or seizes the chance!" Jenny informed. "Where, does he want to do this?" enquired Debs. "On the sea front" replied Jenny. "Well getting cleaned up will be easy" teased Deb's. "Be serious for a minute, what do you think?" enquired Jenny. "My honest thoughts, as long as you don't start taking your clothes off in public, what else can they say, in fact you can take your clothes off in public as long as nobody complains, in the UK" Debs informed "How do you know that?" Jenny asked "Previous boyfriend, liked me stripping in public, humiliation thing, proper flicked his switch, sex was always hardcore after a do like that!!, he had a thing for it, after he saw some pics of Sarah Kellyxxx on fetlife, walking round Blackpool in the nude for a photo shoot!, I know this as he showed me the pics!!" Deb's stopped her emails "Are you going to do it?" she asked "I'm thinking about it, though I would want to do it further down the coast, and have sex in an old building maybe, it has to be daring doesn't it" replied Jenny with an excited look on her face. "Well tell him he has to sort everything out, pick the location, and get him to stash all the muck and mess, could be fun, as long you don't get passers by" Debs commented. "To be honest, I would want that, I'd love some stranger to see me in a right state in front of them, being put on my hands and knees and being forced onto head bobbing duties" Jenny blurted! "You really are dirty cow at times Jen" Deb quipped.

"Lets talk clothes, what are you thinking of" Debs enquired, "Well" Jenny paused "Plain white blouse, it just has to be, nice formal sharp number, decent mid length skirt, I'm thinking hosiery, so it can be filled, soaked, ripped etc. Also good pair of high heels, black. No Jacket as I'll hide under a coat until the right time, and then reveal the outfit." Jenny stated. "Hair make up, should look formal as well, along with a good lipstick, make sure make up is perfect, and that it will run, when wet etc. Oh perfume, that drives him nuts, so he has to suffer at least a semi-on the whole time" Debs informed, she typed again. "I'm thinking skirt, the skirt should be tight, not to tight though with a rear or side split, that could if needed suffer a tear in it!" Jenny let this statement slip in somewhat of a raised voice! "Told you, you're a dirty cow, your mind is thinking all sorts of dirty deeds at the moment"Debs laughed. So it was set, plain white blouse, decent skirt with side or rear split, hosiery, black lingerie, and black high heel shoes. Jenny would look hot, and look the powerful office type, caught in a bad weather storm, then well, he could start dismantling her! Hopefully they would get seen and Jenny could walk past looking like a wrecked office slut... The conversation alone, had left Jenny wanting the moment to quite literally cum....




The Day.


The day had arrived, funnily enough the weather had started well, there was a storm due to blow in, a real bad one in the rain department, with a good dose of wind as well. Jenny had dressed in her attire, the clock at work went so slowly, Deb's her friend was away on company business, so she lacked her chat buddy, though this was maybe a good thing as she may have got slightly carried away, and had to remove herself to the rest room. The morning dragged, though as the sky's blackened around lunch time, the timing for their messy adventure could not be better. As the moment approached Jenny checked herself over, she wanted to look perfect. "Better take you brolly" a colleague chirped, you have no idea, Jenny chuckled to herself.

As she left the building, Jenny had her coat on and said brolly up, she saw her man waiting for her in the car, she opened the door and hurriedly got in. "It's raining cats and dogs" she jokingly said. Jenny looked round, the windshield was steaming up, she could see her foot marks from Sunday nights adventure, she laughed and pointed. "For god's sake wipe my foot prints off there, work might see!" "I want them to know you've been fucked by me in this
car" he replied, Jenny laughed and pointed down the road, her man knew what this meant and started the engine. It wasn't a long drive, slightly up the coast road, away from the town centre to some old promenade structures that nobody used, you've seen the type, white and Victorian in build, built for when promenading was all the rage. As they pulled into the car park, the weather was, well at best, pissing it down! "Are you sure?" he asked "Have
you got all the mess in the places we need, and open etc." She asked "Yep, did it all while you where at work, bins and places like that. There's also some cement tubs from the planned renovation work, that have been dropped off, so those are full of old cement dust and water as well." he had it all planned. They kissed, and kissed again, he slid his hand up her skirt and massaged her pussy through the hosiery leading into her knickers. She went for his flies and started unzipping, and then managed to pull herself back. "Sir will be getting that from his pa, when she's in a bit of a state" she smiled. He knew it was now or never.

He was already out of the car, wearing a decent coat, he had a small bag, over his shoulder in case it got too cold and Jenny bailed, so she could get warm quick. She was not for bailing, she looked round, the rain was bad, it was quite windy as well, so the rain was being driven. Now she thought, she stepped out of the car, the first thing she heard was the rain banging on the roof, she stepped away from the car and closed the door, she heard the alarm beep, no going back. She stood there as the rain penetrated her blouse, she was stood facing into the rain, so it was hitting her face on. Her breasts and neck were already getting damp sensation off the feeling, she glanced he was grinning. She stood there for another five seconds, the wind pushed hard, and the rain really slammed her, she looked, her blouse was well on the way to being see through, the white material had no chance. The front of her skirt was damp at this point but not yet clinging to her. She moved across to her man. "Bit wet for an outdoor review today sir" Jenny quipped. "Walk with me Mrs Smith" he replied. Oh you evil sod, she thought. "you lead, down this path please, Mrs Smith" he beckoned. Crafty bastard, this meant Jenny has to cop the lot in her just her flimsy blouse. She did it, god it was cold, it had full length sleeves, and the right one was already transparent. "I think this rain, may inter fear with things sir" Jenny quipped. "No it's fine, could well blow over" he replied. Jenny turned round to face him, as she did he got a lovely sight of her, hair stuck to the front of her face, panda eyes had set in, due to the amount of rain hitting her. The blouse was transparent and her black bra was totally on show. "you could have dressed properly Mrs Smith" he laughed "Sorry sir, I'll try harder" she replied, cold but a giggle snuck out. "This way Mrs Smith, we need to check the drainage on the 9 hole mini golf course. He noticed her nipples raising through her bra cups.

As they approached Jenny knew she had no chance in the high heels "I'll have to take my shoes off, I'm afraid sir" Jenny informed, "Oh Mrs Smith, I do wish you would wear the right attire for these occasion's, pass me your shoes I will carry them." he replied. Again he had pulled a fast one, this meant Jenny had to bend over in the rain storm exposing the back of her blouse, it too was now getting plastered, Jenny was wearing Strappy black high heels so there were quite a few straps and buckles to undo so more exposure to the wind and the rain, she was saturated, her skirt was now wet through on the front and back, and soon the sides would be sopping, as the water spread throughout the material. Once Jenny had the heels off, she passed them to him, he happily carried them. "This way Mrs Smith, I do wish you would keep up!" he ordered. Jenny stepped onto the grass, oooohhh, cold hosiery toes, her feet squished into the grass and she could feel the earth turning into mud in between her toes. "This way Mr Smith" he quipped, Jenny followed, she looked a sight tottering behind him wet through, wonder if anybody could see her? "There's a problem with the drainage in the bunker in the first hole" he stated. "Terrible sir" she replied, now slightly cold, and sopping all over. She slipped slightly under foot when she walked, it was fun."Look over here at this problem, Mrs Smith" he gestured to her. Jenny walked up a slight incline in the grass, to where the bunker was. "Just look over the lip of the bunker, you'll see what I mean?" he informed. Jenny went forward, he moved behindher. Jenny slipped at the top bunker and playfully fell onto one side and rolled into the bunker, wet red sand stuck to her wet now transparent white blouse,all over her black skirt, she crawled round on all fours and clambered back up, she glanced at him. The sneaky sod, he's only gone and put a thinsulate hat on
to keep warm! To stop the rain from soaking his head. "Sorry about that, I must have slipped sir" she informed him. He looked her up and down, Jenny was wet through and now had red sand stuck in places like miniature islands on her wet blouse. He bent down and dug in the sand, "Have you seen what people leave lying about two litres of Pepsi, better take this away Mrs Smith" he quipped "Terrible sir" Jenny replied playfully. Suddenly he shook the bottle, aimed it and un screwed the lid. Squish! It shot out all over her blouse, he shook the bottle hard and placed his finger over lip, Jenny was sprayed all over with sticky pepsi-cola.
The bottle was now half empty. He approached and tipped the remainder over her head. It cascaded down her like a river, a very sticky river. Her blouse turned a slight grey colour from the liquid. "OOOHH" Jenny shook herself all over. "Well if I wasn't wet and sticky before I am now" she announced. He put the bottle in a nearby bin.. "How are your knickers Mrs Smith" he enquired, "Sticky sir" Jenny replied, he laughed "Are they now!"

Jenny shook her head again, just to get the sticky liquid away from her eyes, and her somewhat stuck fringe, that had somehow welded itself to her forehead. "Look at this council bin, Mrs Smith, full of waste" Jenny knew he had something up his sleeve, so she stood back. "Come and look Mr Smith" he asked. Jenny approached. He lifted a small bucket out of the bin, as Jenny he moved he threw it over her, a rank mix of flour and water, and a streak of orange paint, hit Jenny square on in the centre of her blouse, some splashed over the right sleeve. "Sorry Mrs Smith, I must have slipped on the wet grass" he laughed as he spoke. "I understand it can happen, do you think we could check building's sir, it is raining quite hard! Jenny suggested, "Yes of course just one more bin to check, its on the way, walk with me" he gestured for her to come over. She walked over, now dripping a mixture of flour and water, with a hint of Pepsi, nice! They got in front of the bin. He then commented "If carling did bins!" "no!" she said, yep, she heard a ring pull open, he pulled open the front of her blouse and tipped larger into her blouse, it went in like a river, she smelled like a brewery! He stopped moved round her back, pulled open the back of her skirt and tipped the rest
down the back of her knickers and hosiery. "Re-freshing?"he asked. "Got to places other beers cannot reach"Jenny laughed.

They stepped out of the rain and into the cover of the old promenade, it was still raining hard, slightly cold, but not bad for a summer storm. Look somebody left an old, up turned cement tub here. He turned it over, "sit in here where its dry" he pointed. Jenny knew something messy was coming, though now saturated by a variety of liquid items she was game. She climbed in the tub and sat down "Makes a comfy seat sir" she laughed. The tub was just long enough to stretch out in. She finally got the chance to wipe her hair away from her eyes and face. "We have a problem Mrs Smith" he stated, "Really sir, I am surprised"Jenny quipped "Yes somebody's abounded a lot of excess mushroom sauce, about five jars of the stuff. "that's are fair amount" Jenny gulped. Click, she heard the lid unclasp on the first jar, he tipped it all over her from a great height, it splattered all over her. He was more clever with the next one, he opened it and poured it all over her hosiery and gestured Jenny to rub it in. she did with some glee, third jar, back of the blouse pulled open and the entire contents tipped down her back, there was sea of sauce, covering her bra strap, he seized the moment, and put his hand inside her blouse and unclasped her bra. Followed by rubbing the smelly sauce all over her back. Jar four, this got tipped all over the front and down the right arm, he rubbed it in making her blouse sleeve stick to her, it looked rank. One jar left Jenny thought, in my knickers. Wrong! he gestured for her to tip her head back and tipped it all over her face, again smearing it everywhere in her hair all over her neck. A sly load went down the front of her cleavage. He of course pulled her bra forward slightly and rubbed it into her right breast, he made no attempt to put her bra back. Jenny looked herself over, yep I'm messed up!

It was still raining, he was up to something, Jenny sat in the tub, enjoying the experience of having her bra unclasped and being made to sit in it, covered in mess was cool as well, she started out looking stunning,and was slowly being taken apart, she still was stunning in his eyes, yet she was now trashed, he produced another small bucket it was see through, about half full, oh my he's not, oh he has!, cooking oil, flour and kids paint,green kids paint, he stood
over her and tipped it, it fell over like a lumpy river, Jenny had no idea why, but she sat back in the tub and let it cascade all over her. The mess was thick, yet slimy at the same time, it went in her hair, the flour matted her hair up, she secretly loved it. "Is there any more of that sir" Jenny enquired, his face was a picture, she was right, he never thought she would ask for more of the yucky stuff, she had caught him off guard, he was out of supplies!! Jenny giggled, he looked at her and adjusted his crotch, good sign she thought, hopefully he'll be nursing at least a semi-on, so he'll be ready when the time comes.

"Mrs Smith, stop sitting down on the job, we need to check the other tubs for the renovations" he informed. Jenny clambered out of the tub, slop, oil, cream, flour and even Pepsi slid down her now, grey blouse, and over her black, matted skirt. As she approached him, he surprised her, another small bag of flour, hetipped the entire contents over head into her hair, and wiped it in, sneaky bleeder he didn't rub it, he wiped it, so it went in between the strands!! Jenny
looked at him, she now had flour plastered to her face as well. "We need to walk over here" he pointed further down the coast path, luckily the path was concrete, so she could walk on it. "I will need my shoes sir" Jenny enquired. "Hang on, I have them somewhere" he replied, he then went to pass them to her, and dropped them in the tub, in all the oil, goo, dirt, flour, and the rank mix of mushroom and cream sauce in the tub."Sorry about that, I must have slipped, the bad weather and all" he quipped. Jenny bent over in front of him, he so wanted to grind against, but couldn't, no spare clothes he was denied! Hmm better think of that for next time, he made a mental note. Jenny's arse was a prime target, it was a mess from sitting in tub, she tottered a bit getting her balance as she now put her now gunk filled strappy
high heels back on. "we are there" Jenny beamed at him. "Mrs Smith, walk with me" he gestured to her. Jenny was looking forward to this, people might see her, even though it was raining, the odd person might be out with a dog, guy on a bike maybe. She stepped back out into the rain, what a state compared to the lady who had gone in, everything was dripping in disgusting stuff, don't forget she also stank of mushrooms sauce and larger!! They walked once more she was slammed from the rain, this time it was penetrating through straight away everywhere, in certain places, it ran down mixed with oil and sauce, she made sludge type sounds as she walked.

Then it happened somebody saw them, a couple out with there dog, they got a full look at Jenny they could not miss her, she was standing there walking along strutting in front of her man in high heels, yet she looked like she'd been on some kind of game show and lost the forfeit. Jenny caught them, and for some reason waved and smiled, possibly to re-assure them, more then her. The couple turned round and headed off in the other direction, she giggled, "Did you see that" Jenny beamed as she spoke, "I think, they realized something queer is going on" he joked. "Where to next sir" she enquired. "Follow me Mrs Smith" he beckoned her into the next building. Another builders tub, full of what looked like either porridge and mud, or was garden waste or something. "Mrs Smith, please lie down
front forward in this, yuck" he pointed. "Me sir, no I'm a lady, would never do such a thing" he pointed once more "Well while you inst" Jenny positioned herself over the tub, and let herself drop in breasts first SSLLOOSSHH, it enveloped her, and sloshed over her back, she pressed her breasts into the bottom of tub and pulled up, and clambered out, as she did her bra finally give up the fight and came away from her breasts, her nipples clung to the material, she looked totally hot in his eyes. "How was that sir, oh my I appear to have had a clothing malfunction, my breasts have released themselves from their bra" Jenny explained. "Take it
off then" he requested, "No sir I'm a lady, a lady never strips herself in public" Jenny stated. He knew and took control, he pointed at her, she undid her blouse and removed her bra, which too was now full of oil, mud, and sauce, flour and all things rank and yucky. She passed it to him. Jenny did her blouse back up, so he could see her breasts clinging to the material, which was now in various states of brown, grey, and transparent! He went to the tub, it was now half empty he tipped itto one side, and lifted it "On you knees" he ordered. Jenny did not give any quips she wanted it, she dropped to her knees, he did it, he tipped it all over her!
SSLLOOSSHHH!!! It was cold, it made Jenny shake slightly. "While your there, you should look after the boss" he unzipped his flies, Jenny licked her lips, he moved her onto his cock, she sucked and licked his shaft, he rubbed the back of her blouse, she bent down onto all fours and took more. He pulled away "Sir" she insisted. "Face fucking" he snapped. He came back to her, she opened wide and took all his shaft he trusted hard in her mouth, back and forth, Jenny gagged on his cock, he pulled her slightly, he did it again, once again Jenny gagged from the length she was made to take. He withdrew. "Bad Girl" he snapped. He covered her mouth for a second, she melted, and it started, she started tingling, "Slap me, put me back on" she blurted, he did just that, front left cheek of her face, got a loving
slap, the slight sting, set Jenny off she went straight back on him and started taking his cock hard and fast, as he face fucked her..


Outdoor trashed messy, dirty sex...

"The split in the back of my skirt, rip it," Jenny shouted at him, he obliged he went behind her, held her tight, he'd stopped worrying about getting messy at this point, she wanted him, he wanted her, it was on. He bent her forward slightly, she obliged, she stuck her bum in the air slightly, to make sure he got a proper eyeful. He moved behind her and brushed against her, she realized why she loved him, just the slightest touch from him, made her desires go wild. He was behind her, he slapped her ass through her sodden yucky skirt, he ran his hand down the back of her see through, disgusting former white blouse. She reacted to his touch, she moaned quietly. He got hold of her skirt the split was at the rear, he pulled the left side of the skirt up and pulled at the seam, Jenny held onto the wall of the promenade, RRRIIIPPP, it went, she felt it go and loved it. "Rip my hosiery please sir" she moaned, he was already there, she felt his fingers dig into the hosiery and rip a hole down the seam of her arse, then down her left leg, he pulled at the top round the waist band it ripped, exposing most of her
left butt cheek knickers. Jenny gasped and placed herself in front of the wall, and spread her legs. "Fuck me in my ruined clothes sir"she asked. She felt his cock and against her arse. Jenny wanted fully dressed, trashed sex, she had a thing for being fucked with her clothes on, it was the thought of being taken, in outfits that should be formal, and using them for sex. He slid up her "aaaaggghjll, yes" Jenny muttered, he started thrusting slowly "You are being taken in a public place" he whispered to her, she closed her eyes and smiled from his comment. He started thrusting, every time he thrust into her Jenny moaned deeply, slowly he kept at it, she now leant against the wall, so he could put more in her, he moved her slightly so he could position himself better, then again more thrusting Jenny could feel her body tingling, she really didn't care what people saw now, she wanted messy, destroyed, outdoor sex. "More mess sir" she whispered, he withdrew. She breathed deeply as he did she loved his cock, and adored the feeling when he was inside her. There was a box in the corner of the building he went in it, and got several cartons out, he'd done all the bother of opening them earlier, so they were ready for play. "On you knees" he instructed. She dropped straight down, he didn't even have to ask, she just started masturbating his shaft, "slower" he instructed, Jenny slowed, and slowly twisted his shaft, he poured custard over his throbbing cock, she went into to lick it off, he poured more over her head and matted hair, this destroyed her even more as it mixed with all the flour and oil, etc. "suck my balls" bitch he commanded. Jenny went straight on there, she had been waiting and knew she loved it, not only did she take them in her mouth she sucked them lovingly as well. "Make me do it," she begged, "Please make me do it" she almost cried out an instruction to him. he passed her a carton of custard, dropped his pantsand faced away from her. "Lick my arse bitch, get your tongue right in there, pour that cold custard over you at the same time" he ordered "As you wish sir" Jenny
replied, she crawled on all fours with the custard in front of her, positioned herself in front of his ass, parted his cheeks and put her tongue and head in there, she licked like crazy, she was on fucking fire, this was so degrading to some ladies, but to Jenny, it was heaven, she had found out several years ago, and it drove her crazy. She went after his ass with her tongue like a woman possessed. "Tip the custard down my butt crack and into your face" he ordered. Jenny did it almost before sentence had finished. It ran down her nose and face and onto her lips, she licked it from him in anyway she could. He grabbed her head by putting his arms behind his back and really pushed her face in. "Lick my ass bitch" he commanded "uugghsshdfh" Jenny muttered, he pulled away, and bent over. "Put custard on your tits now Mrs Smith" he ordered "Of course sir" Jenny spluttered. Jenny picked the rest of the carton up and smeared onto her tits rubbing it in, through her saturated blouse. "Lie on your back, on the cold concrete"he snapped "As you wish" she replied. Jenny spun over and lay on her back underneath him. He lowered his ass and balls onto her face. He pulled her face up to his balls by cupping a hand round the back of her head. He pushed her back onto his balls. Jenny took the lot and sucked. He was now facing away from her. More ripping sound as the front of her skirt was torn open, followed by more ripping of her hosiery, he then moved her sopping panties to one side and went down on her.

He worked her pussy with his tongue with speed, he parted her and finger fucked her, Jenny slipped his balls out her mouth and moaned, he went for the other carton of custard that was spare and tipped it over her hot swollen pussy, he once again masturbated her, custard and pre cum juice splattered everywhere and wet slapping sound could be heard as he moved his fingers from side to side. Jenny was a groaning mess, she had been taken apart by him and all she wanted now was to be used. He stopped licking, she looked up at the roof. He got up, and moved away. She sat up, he placed his cock in her mouth again, she sucked and licked the shaft of his cock and tongued his bell end. He managed to get some words out "Get up" he stated. Jenny came off his cock and got up. "Get outside in rain" he ordered, Jenny
walked backwards out into the pouring rain, as she did she tore her blouse open, and rubbed her breasts, beckoning him onto her. He pulled a sign out from a t-shirt pocket it was a small piece of cardboard with string round it, on it was written, fuck slut, he approached and put it round her neck. He then spun her round, pulled her along by the back of her hair, so she was now stood near the car park where they arrived "Bend over" he ordered "yes sir, facing into the rain sir" Jenny asked, he prompted her, she moved into the pounding rain and bent over, she felt the back of her blouse get ripped. She was in rags, she thought god I love you at this point. He took her hard in the car park, the rain pounded and so did he, harder and faster, Jenny moaned she was climaxing, she felt the hot sensation in her pussy as she came she lent for the car, to steady herself, he pushed onto the bonnet and fucked her senseless, proper hard rough sex. Jenny loved every minute of it, she craved somebody to walk past her, her luck was not in, weather was to bad. She came it was a fine orgasm. He withdrew and shot all over her pert ass. She collapsed on the car bonnet, "Fuck me" she muttered. She lifted herself and looked herself over, everything was ruined, but god was it good. She
got back in the car kissed him, and looked for that spare t-shirt he had bought. He started the car and they headed back. She smiled and thought, your the best thing.