Posing for Amateur Photographers Again, in the Woods
Copyright© 2026 by AnnaTartyWife
Chapter 2
True Story Sex Story: Chapter 2 - More of my posing for amateur photographers when first married, this time taken to some woods and used hard
Caution: This True Story Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Consensual Heterosexual True Story Cheating Slut Wife Rough Group Sex Anal Sex Double Penetration Exhibitionism Facial Fisting Lactation Oral Sex Sex Toys Squirting Tit-Fucking Voyeurism
The mini bus rumbled to a halt in a new secluded clearing deep in the woods this time after about a five minute bumpy journey into a much more densely wooded area, way away from anyone else.
My body still buzzed from the filthy ride and the first posing session as ‘Little Red Riding Slut’—lips raw and swollen from sucking off all five men, their thick cocks stretching my throat one after another, cum and spit dripping down my chin onto my red riding hood cape, the short skirt hiked up around my waist, white knee-high stockings soaked with my own squirt from the orgasms I’d ripped out while fingering my dripping pussy.
James, the tall, skinny leader with his veiny prick still semi-hard and glistening from my mouth, killed the engine and turned in his seat, his dirty grin splitting his face. ‘Alright Anna love, you cock-hungry married slut, we’re here—time to strip out of that little red whore outfit and into something that screams ‘fuck me raw’ for the camera. Get that sloppy, cum-drooling body out and start changing right in the open air; we want every inch photographed, from your leaky tits to that farting, wet cunt.’
I stepped out on wobbly legs, the cool breeze kissing my exposed skin, making my nipples harden instantly under the thin fabric of my top, already leaking warm milk in anticipation.
The men piled out after me, cameras in hand, their eyes devouring me like starving beasts—Mark’s grey-haired bulk stroking his massive, curved cock lazily; Graham’s pot belly jiggling as he adjusted his thick, veiny shaft; Dan’s stout frame eyeing my ass with his girthy prick twitching; Kevin’s long hair whipping in the wind, his stamina-cock rigid and ready; and James leading the pack, snapping shots already of my dishevelled state.
I shrugged off the red cape first, letting it drop at my feet, my heavy breasts bouncing free, nipples erect and beading with milk as the air hit them. ‘Fuck, look at those fat, lactating udders already dripping—pinch ‘em for the lens, Anna, you milky outdoor whore,’ Graham barked, lumbering forward with his camera clicking furiously, his free hand reaching out to maul one roughly, thick fingers twisting the nipple until a thin stream of warm milk arced out, splattering his hairy forearm.
I gasped, arching into his grip, my pussy clenching emptily under the short skirt. ‘Yes, squeeze my leaky tits harder, you pot-bellied perv—milk your married slut like a cow while you photograph me stripping!’ I was so fucking turned on.
He obliged, latching his mouth briefly onto the abused bud, sucking hard and drawing out a gush that overflowed his lips, dribbling down his chin as he pulled back with a wet pop. ‘Tastes like sweet whore-cream—keep leaking for us, you gorgeous little fuck slut.’
Mark stepped up next, his large hands petting down my sides, calluses rasping over my skin as he yanked the top over my head completely, exposing my torso fully. Cameras flashed from all angles—Dan zooming in on the milk trails snaking down my belly, Kevin capturing the way my breasts heaved with each breath. Mark’s fingers dipped lower, shoving under the skirt to cup my soaked mound, two thick digits plunging into my slick, cum-lubed folds without warning. ‘Goddamn, this married pussy’s a swamp already—dripping rivers from the bus blowjobs, walls fluttering like they need stuffing. Finger-bang yourself on my hand while we watch, you wet-cunted little tease.’
I moaned low, grinding down onto his invading fingers, the squelching sounds echoing in the quiet woods as I spread my legs wider, the white stockings sliding against his wrist. ‘Fuck yes, ram those fucking fingers deeper into my sloppy gash—feel how I’m farting out your pre-cum from earlier, you sexy bastard! Photograph my cheating hole getting petted raw!’
James knelt low for close-ups, his skinny frame angling the lens right at Mark’s pumping hand, capturing the way my pussy lips gripped and released, juices coating his skin. ‘Spread those fat labia wide for the shot, slut—show us how pink and swollen your cock-sucked cunt is, begging for more abuse.’
Dan and Kevin joined the frenzy, Dan’s stout hands claiming my other tit, pinching and rolling the nipple viciously until milk sprayed in fine jets onto the forest floor, his thick cock bumping against my thigh as he ground closer. ‘These heavy jugs are made for milking—squeeze ‘em yourself, Anna, spray that tit-juice all over our cameras while we pet your dripping slit.’ I reached up with my free hand, mauling my own breast hard, milk shooting out in warm arcs that hit Dan’s lens and Graham’s shirt, making them laugh crudely. ‘Like that, —watch your willing married whore milk the udders you love abusing!’
Kevin’s long fingers tangled in my hair, yanking my head back for a sloppy, tongue-probing kiss, his stamina tongue spearing my mouth deep, tasting the remnants of their cocks on my breath. ‘Mmm, kiss me filthier, you long-haired fuck—tongue-fuck my cum-mouth while they grope my holes! I fucking love this guys! I couldn’t wait to drop my son off at the babysitters then meet you for more fuccking filthy fun! God what a cheating slut I am becoming! Mike knows nothing and what a slutty bad mom I am/ Desperate for cock!’’
He devoured me hungrily, one hand sliding down to join Mark’s in my pussy, three digits now stretching me wide, pumping in rhythm with wet slaps. ‘Your sloppy walls are sucking us in like a greedy vacuum—pet that clit harder, lads, make this lactating bitch drip for the photos.’
Cameras clicked non-stop, the men rotating to capture every degrading angle: my face contorted in pleasure during the kiss, tits leaking profusely from the heavy petting, pussy juices running down my thighs to stain the stockings.
I kicked off the heels next, then peeled the short skirt down my legs, stepping out naked except for the cum-streaked white stockings, my body on full display—ass cheeks marked from slaps on the bus, pussy lips puffy and glistening, tits heaving and dripping.
‘Now the fun part—dress like the cat-whore you are, slow and teasing, while we play with that squirting cunt and milky rack,’ James commanded, tossing the cat-woman outfit at my feet: the tiny black leather skirt, sheer black stockings with suspenders, towering black heels, and fuzzy cat ears.
I bent to pick up the stockings first, ass presented high, and Graham wasted no time, his fat hand slapping my cheek hard before two fingers shoved into my asshole roughly. ‘Bend deeper, you backdoor slut—let me finger that puckered shithole while you roll on those slutty stockings, camera’s getting every wink and clench.’
I whimpered, pushing back onto his digits, the burn mixing with pleasure as I slid the sheer black nylon up one leg, then the other, the fabric whispering against my skin slick with sweat and juices. ‘Yes, ream my ass deeper, you loud-mouthed pig—photograph your fingers disappearing in my married hole!’
Dan helped with the suspenders, clipping them to the stockings while his mouth latched onto my tit again, sucking greedily, milk flooding his throat as he gulped. ‘Clip ‘em tight, —suck my nipple raw and make me leak down your chin!’
Mark petted my inner thighs as I stepped into the tiny leather skirt, the material barely covering my mound, riding up to expose my ass crack immediately. ‘This skirt’s a joke—made for flipping up and fucking, you leg-spreading tramp. Rub that wet pussy through it for the lens.’
I did, fingers circling my clit over the leather, a wet spot blooming instantly as Kevin slipped the cat ears onto my head, his hand petting down to join mine, pinching the nub hard. ‘Ears on, kitty-cunt—now you’re our pet to abuse. Squirt a preview while we watch.’ James snapped shots of the full ensemble minus heels, the men surrounding me in a circle of leering faces and throbbing cocks, hands everywhere—groping tits, fingering holes, slapping skin.
But they weren’t done teasing; James pulled a big purple vibrator from his bag, thick and ridged, handing it to me with a wicked smirk. ‘Before we wreck you proper, show us how a desperate cat-slut gets off—ram that monster in your dripping pussy and milk those tits dry for the cameras, you squirting whore. Make it nasty.’
I dropped to my knees in the soft dirt, the unfinished outfit making me feel even more exposed, legs spread wide in the new stockings, heels still off. The men formed a tight ring, cocks stroking slowly, cameras rolling as I switched on the vibe, the low buzz filling the air.
‘Watch your married slut fuck herself stupid—gonna squirt all over this purple beast while I spray milk from my udders!’ I teased the tip against my swollen lips first, then shoved it deep with a wet plunge, the ridges stretching my walls deliciously as I pumped it in and out, fast and hard, my free hand mauling both tits roughly, pinching nipples until milk jetted out in twin streams, soaking my leather skirt and the ground. ‘Fuck, so thick—pounding my sloppy cunt like your cocks will soon, you pack of pervy photographers!’
Graham groaned, zooming in on the vibe’s slick thrusts. ‘Ram it deeper, you self-fucking slag—milk those leaky jugs harder, spray us like a dairy fountain!’
The build-up was electric, their dirty talk fuelling the fire—Mark urging, ‘Clench that pussy around it, make it squelch louder for the audio!’; Dan adding, ‘Pinch those nipples till they bruise, you tit-squirting bitch!’; Kevin petting my hair, ‘Cum like the stamina-slut you are, flood the vibe!’; James directing, ‘Eyes on the lens, whore—show how a cheating cunt brings herself off!’
The pressure coiled tight in my core, the vibe hitting my g-spot relentlessly, milk arcing wildly from my twisted nipples, and I shattered hard, screaming as the first squirt exploded around the toy, hot pussy juice jetting in forceful arcs to splash their boots and the dirt. ‘Cumming so fucking hard—squirting my whore-juice everywhere, milking my tits dry for you bastards!’ Waves of it kept cumming, drenching the purple shaft, my body convulsing in the dirt, milk and squirt mixing in a filthy puddle beneath me. They cheered crudely, cocks throbbing harder, but held back, knowing the real fun was just starting.
I lay there, a fresh-squirted, milk-soaked mess in my half-dressed cat-woman getup—the tiny leather skirt hiked up around my waist, black shiny stockings streaked with pussy juice and milk dribbles, suspenders snapped taut against my quivering thighs, black heels still off but ready, cat ears matted with sweat.
My face flushed from the solo climax, lips parted and panting, tits raw and leaking the last drops.
The men circled me like hungry wolves, their cocks fully hard now at the sight of my self-ruined body, cameras still clicking away to capture every degrading splash of my handiwork. James, the tall, skinny leader with his veiny, skinny prick dangling heavy between his legs, knelt beside me first, his dirty mind already scheming more depravity. ‘Look at you, Anna—you’re a proper ruined whore now, aren’t you? Face flushed like a cheap cum-canvas, pussy dripping like a well-fucked sewer, tits leaking milk like a knocked-up cow. But we’re not packing up yet; Get those heels on, you filthy cat-cunt—time to milk us dry for round one before we drag your sloppy, gaping holes through the woods.’
I pushed up on shaky arms, my pussy throbbing with violent aftershocks, a fresh dribble of squirt escaping my stretched lips as I slipped on the heels, wobbling forward into his sweat-slick chest. He grabbed my milky tits roughly, thumbs digging into the leaking nipples, twisting until fresh sprays shot out, and yanked me into a sloppy, tongue-lashing kiss, his rough tongue spearing my mouth, tasting the salty residue from my cries. ‘Mmm, taste that, you disgusting cock-gobbler? Your mouth’s still full of your whore moans. Beg for more, cat-cunt—tell us how bad you need these wrinkled old dicks stretching your married holes, you cheating slut.’
I moaned into his invading mouth, grinding my slick, juice-drooling mound against his hairy thigh, the rough leather skirt rasping against his skin as I humped like a desperate bitch. ‘Fuck yes, James—I’m your insatiable, lactating whore, tits leaking everywhere, pussy squirting rivers for more of your filthy cocks. Pound me till I can’t walk straight, you dirty old pervs—photograph every degrading, juice-dripping second of me getting wrecked!’
Graham, the pot-bellied loudmouth with his thick, veiny cock slapping against his hairy gut as it hardened, lumbered over next, slapping my ass hard enough to make the fresh squirt there jiggle and splatter. ‘Hear that, lads? This married slut’s begging like a bitch in heat, her sloppy cunt clenching for more abuse. Bend over the log, you lactating fuckpig—spread those fat cheeks wide and show us how your shithole’s winking and farting juice, begging for another brutal reaming.’
His fat hand dipped between my trembling legs, three thick fingers shoving roughly into my squirt-lubed, juice-soaked pussy, pumping in and out with wet, squelching sounds while he mauled my swinging breast, milk squirting in arcs onto his hairy wrist and forearm. ‘God, feel that sloppy, ruined mess in there—your cunt’s a goddamn juice-bath, Anna, all frothy with your whore squirt. Squirt on my hand like the desperate, pissy slut you are, you dirty whore.’
I arched my back hard, pushing my ass onto his invading digits, the shiny black stockings sliding against his arm as I rode his hand shamelessly. ‘Yes, finger-fuck your cat-slut deeper—make me gush like a broken faucet, you fat-cocked, pot-bellied bastard! I’m dripping and farting juice for all of you, you pack of perverted bastards!’
Dan, the stout little fucker with his girthy, short prick now rigid and leaking pre-cum, chuckled darkly from behind, stepping up to pet my juice-streaked thigh, his calloused fingers tracing the taut suspenders down to where thick globs pooled on my calf, smearing it further. ‘Such a leg-glazed tramp—those black stockings look a million times better slathered in your hot, sticky squirt, you leg-spreading cum-rag. On your knees first, you gaping cunt; clean our cocks with that juice-smeared, spit-drooling mouth before we spit-roast your worthless holes proper and make you beg for our piss next.’ He tangled his stubby fingers in my matted hair, yanking my head back as he guided me down roughly, the other men closing in like a wall of sweat, musk, and throbbing meat. Mark, the grey-haired stud with his massive, curved length stroking slowly in his fist, pre-cum beading at the slit like dew, grinned wickedly. ‘Suck us shiny and spotless again, you deepthroat queen—get ‘em ready to wreck your sloppy shithole and squirting gash. And don’t forget to purr like the dumb kitty-whore you are, lapping up every drop of ball-sweat.’
Kevin filmed a close-up of my ruined face, his straight, veiny cock pulsing hard in his hand. ‘Yeah, work those bruised lips and tongue—make it nasty and sloppy, Anna. We’re gonna flood your guts till you’re overflowing like a backed-up toilet, you filthy married tart.’
I dropped to my knees in the muddy dirt, the sharp heels sinking into the soft earth, cat ears flopping ridiculously as I leaned forward eagerly, starting with Dan’s thick, girthy shaft that stretched my lips wide like a rubber band. My tongue lapped greedily at the veiny underside, tasting the salty mix of old dried pre, fresh sweat, and his musky pre, as I bobbed deep, gagging wetly and slobbering rivers down my chin. ‘Mmmph, so fucking thick and nasty—fuck my throat raw, Dan. Use your whore’s face like a cheap, and choke me till I puke spit!’
He groaned low, his hips bucking shallowly into my face, hand fisting my hair tighter.
‘That’s it, choke and gag on it harder, you greedy, cock-sucking pig—slobber all over my balls, make it drip down onto those leaky, milky tits like the disgusting mess you love.’ Saliva cascaded in thick strings from my stuffed mouth, mixing with the fresh milk leaking from my pinched nipples as I reached up to squeeze one hard, spraying a thin, warm stream right onto his hairy, swinging ball-sack, making him curse.
Graham shoved his way in next, his pot belly bumping my forehead roughly, his thick cock ramming past my tonsils with a wet glurk, balls smacking my chin. ‘Gag harder on my fat prick, you ball-licking bitch—stick that tongue out and lap my sweaty, hairy sack while you deepthroat me like the throat-whore you were born to be!’