"You should remember his name, his first name is Paul, just like yours and his last name is Evens...as in the Evens of Evens Welding Supplies!"

Paul chuckled, "Oh yes, I really should remember his name...anyway... Gavin Wilkinson got his Megan to take the same two rings in to the pawnshop, she got one hundred pounds and the redemption value was only one hundred and ten pounds. Mind you, he said that Megan won't take any more things into the pawnshop. She said that she felt uncomfortable having the shop's owner ogling her as he filled out all of the paperwork for the loan."

"So, what are you saying, you want me to take my jewellery into the pawnshop flashing a little flesh at the owner?"

"I think you're going to have to flash more than a little flesh at the old pervert to get the best deal."

"So how am I supposed to dress and act?"

"I thought you could wear that dress I bought you in Costa del Mar, that first holiday we had together! If you still have it that is?"

"I still have it but it'll be too small for me to wear now!"

"But that's the whole point, elicit a little empathy from the old Scrooge, get his sympathy and more money for the gold."

"Empathy and sympathy...sounds more like voyeurism and perversion to me!"

I found the thin cotton dress cowering at the back of my wardrobe; it had a plunging neckline and an even more plunging back. When I was younger the dress was all the fashion, deliberately designed for the hot Spanish evenings, designed not to be worn with a bra under it. The top was made of two triangles of pleated Indian cotton that came to a point at my shoulders and met up with a shoestring strap that ran almost down to my bum before widening out to protect my modesty. I wore white bikini brief knickers under the dress and nothing else. I returned to Paul, "Is this really how you want me to dress to go out to the pawnshop in town?"

"Absolutely, if the old mingers around here get ten percent more money for flashing a little flesh, you'll get twenty percent more dressed like that!"

I wasn't sure, I wasn't happy but when your husband tells you to dress a certain way and for a reason that wasn't strictly ethical, to try and get extra money from a sad and lonely old man than you were strictly entitled to, well, you just do as you're told! I felt dirty as I left home with the heavy little bag of gold in my handbag. Men stopped in the street to watch me as I walked past, I got shivers running through my body from their attention. A car hooter here, a man wolf-whistled there and slowly I began to accept the adulation, the stares of total strangers and I found my hips swaying a little more as I turned onto the High Street. A car almost ran into the back of a bus because the man driving it was looking so hard at me. When I was younger the dress had been designed as a modest miniskirt, now I was two inches taller and more than a little more filled out, the dress was on the micro-mini scale and that was unusual in the extreme for this current decade!

When I reached the shop I realised that I often looked in the window of that shop but had never realised that it was a pawnbrokers shop, I thought that it was just a regular second hand shop, the first window was full of electronic goods, there was just one chink in the armour that defended the shop from the view of the world outside through that window, one broken door to allow goods to be removed from the window by the shop staff and through that chink I recognised Paul Evens sitting talking to the shop's owner in the darkened shop interior. I walked past the door and for the first time in my life, I looked through the glass of the shop door at the counter opposite, it looked like a cage, like an American gaol with the gap for food and water at the bottom.

I moved on to the second window, that window was mainly jewellery and watches, as I was looking at the gold for sale I heard the door rattle and "You want anything bringing back?" then there was another rattle from the door. I watched Paul Evans running across the road towards the pub opposite. I looked at the time in twelve identical wrist watches, just after noon. I took a deep breath and returned to the shop's door.

I pushed on the door handle but nothing happened, the door was locked, I could see the old man standing behind the counter...or rather inside his cage, he looked at me and then he looked at his TV screen, two images, one showing the street to the left of the door and the other to the right, once he was happy that I was all alone at the door he pressed the remote controller and the door lock buzzers indicated that I could open the door.

There was a sign above the door, 'Ruben Cohen Esq. Licensed Pawnbroker' Est. 1939.

As I walked into the shop he did a double take, his eyes opened wider and he turned his back momentarily, it looked like he was adjusting his dress to accommodate...well, let's just say that I'd had the same effect on Ruben Cohen as I'd on men ever since I left home. I walked to his counter and took the little jewellery bag from my handbag, he smiled at me, "I think I've seen that little bag before a few times! Tell me my dear...did your husband tell you to dress like that to try and get more money from me? Did he perhaps tell you to flirt with me a little?"

I blushed a little more as I nodded my head.

"Nothing at all to be ashamed about my dear, I only asked just to be sure that we were all singing from the same hymn sheet as it were!"

Ruben handed me a small sign, it simply said, 'Back in ten minutes!', "Could you hang this from the hook on the back of the door for me please my dear?"

I returned to the door, I had to stand on the tips of my toes and stretch to my fullest extent to reach the hook on the back of the door. I realised that my knickers were showing under my dress and also that Ruben was inspecting me from behind. I finally got the sign into position and turned back to the counter, Ruben wasn't in front of his newspaper as he had been when I arrived, he had moved along inside the security cage to the doorway out into the store and he was waiting for me so I diverted, I looked over my shoulder and saw that the place that Ruben was now standing couldn't be seen from outside the shop's door.

"So, what were you expecting to borrow against your gold, Victoria?"

"I need five hundred for this month's rent and I was short...one hundred and fifty on last month's as well!"

"So... You're looking for at least six-fifty?"

Something suddenly gelled in my head, he had called me Victoria so he knew my name...well, my first name at least, "Yes...but how did you know my name?"

"Ron Clarke used to show me pictures of you when you used to go on holiday with his family, when you first started going out with his Paul, I saw the pictures he took of you when his Paul bought you that dress in Spain...you weren't so grown up back then though!"

Rubin took the bag off of me, he checked the hallmarks with his jeweller's loop, he dropped the gold on the electronic scale, typed in the purity, two thousand pounds flashed up, I smiled, that was my guess at its value, the two thousand changed to five hundred pounds with the word 'Offer' over it.

"You're only offering twenty-five percent on the scrap value?"

"That's the sensible offer, I usually offer ten percent on top because you came to me dressed so nicely...in your case, I'll go to twenty percent more because I've seen pictures of you topless so often!"

I felt my face colour up, shame, embarrassment, anger and disappointment all running through my body at the same time, not even enough to cover what I owe in rent.

"I can see that you're disappointed, I can suggest a way that you can make up the shortfall!"

"How?"

"First, can I ask you...was Paul's job in the shipyard dangerous?"

"Very!"

"And he gladly risked his life on a daily basis to put a roof over your head and food on your table...and when the next order comes into the yard, Paul will be there again laying his life on the line for you..."

I nodded my head.

"...and what are you prepared to put on the line for him?"

I looked down at my feet, as if the answer could be found down there, I saw Ruben's face turn into a smile as he said, "You're looking about twenty-five inches too low Vicky my dear!"

I looked at Ruben's shoes and then lifted my eyes, I guessed that an average height man would have between a twenty-one or a twenty-two inch inside leg, I looked up, I saw exactly what Ruben was getting at, his cock was massively inflated, so much so that it passed by his trousers waistband and above, forming a bulge under his white shirt.

"Give me fifteen minutes of your time...well, maybe twenty minutes and I'll give you twenty-five pounds, now I know that's still not quite enough but after, I'll give you an introduction to Molly's bed and breakfast, it's just around the corner where you can earn more...a lot more. Molly looks after the place, she'll give you a room to work in, she sends men up to you and if you're nice to them, they pay Molly forty pounds, she passes on twenty-five pounds to you for each man...if you want to keep the room full-time, you have to look after fifty men a week. You could just do one or two to keep the wolf from the door but Molly won't keep a room available for you, you'd have to take pot luck that there is a spare room and customers...do you understand what I'm saying?"

I nodded my head, I wasn't a child, I knew that some women did that kind of thing when times were hard, wives of Paul's co-workers who had paid the ultimate price for their dangerous occupation often ended up working the street if the bosses had managed to squirm out of paying compensation as they often tried to do.

I was still pondering on the fact that I was in their position right now, even though Paul was still alive when Ruben reached out with his right hand, hooking behind my neck and pulling my face into his, his lips crushed into mine as his left hand slipped over my hip and onto my bottom, yanking my hips into his, my soft abdomen into his hard and hot erection...

He kissed across my cheek, under my ear, down over the side of my neck and onto my collarbone; he kissed gently and then bit playfully. He bent his knees as he kissed down over my décolletage, pulling on my buttocks so that his cock was pressing hard as its head rubbed down over my body, over my pubic mound, springing outwards, between my legs...now that shouldn't have happened because his cock was trapped against his body, inside his trousers!

He was kissing down the left side of my right breast; the cut of the neckline of my dress allowed him free access to either breast without difficulty! I felt heat pressing between my thighs, not the heat of a cock trapped inside clothes, the heat of his bare cockhead pressing against bare legs. He started to stand up again, his cock knocked at the door of my womanhood for a moment before springing up inside my dress and standing hard and hot against my bare belly under my dress.

Ruben's mouth was against my collarbone again, alternating between kissing and playfully nipping me with his teeth. He pulled me against him again with his left hand on my bum, he rolled his hips so his cock swung from side to side, painting my belly with pre-cum from his cock's little eye. He let my arse go free and rubbed his left hand up over my spine as his right hand moved from my neck and out over my shoulder. He stepped back a little, I looked down, my dress was being pulled away from my body by his cock which was still hooked under its hem.

Ruben now had one hand on either side of my neck as if to strangle me, then his hands slipped outwards, away from my neck, bringing the thin shoulder straps with them. He was looking straight at my breasts as my dress fell away, he gave a groan of pleasure as he saw my full orbs, my dress trapped over his cock, keeping it hidden from view until its weight became too great and it pulled his cock down like the arm of a one armed bandit, his cock springing back up and slapping against the crotch of my knickers.

Ruben's cock had struck its goal because, at the point that my dress outweighed his cock's ability to support it, Ruben had used his hands on my shoulders to twist my upper body quickly from side to side a few times, causing me to open my legs to steady myself. He moved in quickly so that his cock was pressing the gusset of my knickers up into the valley between my labia.

"Do you suck Paul's cock for him?"

Feeling Ruben's hot cock pressing against my most private place, just the gusset of my cotton bikini brief panties blocking his access had started an earthquake...well, body-quake, deep inside of me, I wasn't expecting to have to talk, my voice didn't come naturally, it was strangled and thick, I had to clear my throat to get my answer out, "In the past, not recently!"

Ruben put his right hand on top of my head, "Well, cocks and mouths haven't changed much over the years, men's expectations have though, we used to be grateful for what we got before the internet, now we all expect 'Deep Throat' every time."

I was pushed down onto my knees and Ruben offered me his cock to suck. The words 'Deep' and 'Throat' were echoing in the empty space in my head, the space that should have held my common sense and reasoned argument. I pulled his cock out of my mouth and looked at it as his foreskin tried to hide the crown of his cockhead, 'FORESKIN' but how? I pulled his skin back to expose his crown, "l thought you guys all had to be circumcised?"

"I'm not a Jew, when I was at school with your father-in-law, I was plain old Robin Samuels but you're expected to be Jewish in this line of business so I now have Ruben Cohen for work, my professional name as it were, and Robin at home."

I dipped my head forward and opened my mouth again for Ruben's cock, "Pull your knickers down!"

I moved back slightly as I released his cock to pull my panties off, I lost suction and almost lost his cock out of my mouth, he grabbed the back of my head and pulled me hard onto his cock, to that point, nothing has changed in the years between my courting with Paul and my wedding day when I stopped offering to suck his cock and he stopped asking me too. We only used it as a form of birth control before we were married anyway. I sucked him during my fertile period and he fucked me normally during my safe period, even during my messy time but now that Ruben had a hold of my head, he was far more aggressive, more forceful, I was left in no doubt that he intended to go in deep whether I wanted him to or not!

I'd pulled my knickers down to my knees by the time I was fighting to stop him rupturing my uvula or oesophagus, he ignored my protests, "Come on, you're a professional now, you do whatever the customer wants, he's paying you after all, now stop worrying about my cock and get your knickers all the way off."

It seemed to help a little having a difficult task to perform while my uvula was being bulldozed out of the way by his cockhead and getting knickers off over your knees while kneeling down was pretty difficult. Eventually, dispute my protestations, Ruben managed to get his balls pressing against my lips, his cock as far into my throat as he could get it. He fucked my mouth hard; he wasn't trying to cum, just teach me how to please an aging customer.

I was pushed away and rolled onto my back awkwardly, by the time I finished rolling he was in me, his cock ploughing deeper than any cock had gone before, stretching my cunt out wider than anything had ever done before.

"There's a part two..." He rammed in me hard, I orgasmed as if he'd flicked a switch. "...to our deal..." He hooked his arms under my knees, almost folding me in half and rammed his cock into me even harder, driving my body to ever greater heights of pleasure as we rolled around on his dirty carpet, "...you have to come here to me once a week and do whatever I tell you to do, for as long as I say, I'm the only man you can let fuck you bareback from now on, Paul won't want to fuck you without a condom on after today anyway!"

I was gasping through my orgasm but still managed to say, "You're not going to tell him are you?"

"No, not if you behave yourself..." Ruben lifted his head up as he bellowed through his orgasm, calling me disgusting and foul names as he jerked his semen into me. "...So long as you behave for Molly, Don't give her any trouble, I won't need to show Paul how you performed with me on my floor on my security tape!"

I followed Ruben's eyes; he was talking into a camera that was filming straight into our corner of the shop.

"Molly is at Ten Dunns Lane, just before the Chinese restaurant on the corner with Market Place, she can see my video feed, hear what's gone on in here, she'll feed the right men into you, she'll take the money, give you your due at eight o'clock tonight, knocking off time for you today, you can leave your knickers here, you won't be needing them again today and don't clean yourself up, Molly will have already called your first customer, he pays full price and all he usually wants to do is watch the video of me fucking you and then clean my mess out of your cunt!"

I was given my pledge ticket, a copy of the contract I had with the pawnshop on how to get my jewellery back and six hundred and twenty five pounds. I left the shop, I looked to the left and the road home, then I looked to the right, the street sign looked down on me, Dunns Lane. Ruben's spunk was running down the insides of my legs, I shrugged my shoulders, I still needed twenty-five pounds for rent, I'd already debased myself with Ruben or Robin. One man, two men...at least if I worked another man I'd have thirty days before my rent was due again. I thought, 'It's a no brainer really!' and turned right...

Number Ten Dunns Lane was right opposite a pub that my own father drank in with his old soldier friends. I saw three men that had served with my father in The Falklands conflict...war...spat...action...whatever they were calling it now. They were sitting at an outside table so they could smoke and drink at the same time. I'd known all three men very well for the first fifteen years of my life and as I knocked at the door of number ten I could hear "Bloody hell, you see what I see over at the knocking shop?"

Molly opened the door as my face turned puce, "Problem? Changed your mind?"

I gestured with my head across the road, "Friends of my father, I wasn't expecting to be recognised, I wasn't expecting the old fogies brigade to know what this place was!"

"This is a very small town and that lot are once a month regulars, you'll probably find that your father as well as your father-in-law both use our services...if they have the money that is!"

I stepped past Molly and waited in the hallway.

"Real name or working name?"

"What?"

"You want to use your real name or do you want a working name? Usually, out of town girls just use their real names, local girls like to use a professional name. The girl in number six uses the name Penny Spender, the girl in number ten uses Misty Lash. You'll be in number eight, what do you want me to call you?"

My mind went suddenly blank for a long second, and I suddenly blurted out, "Candy Cane."

"Sorry love, we have three Candy's, and Cane could get you totally the wrong kind of customer until you're better established, think of another name."

"Holly Golightly!"

I saw her look at a menu, it was a Chinese takeaway menu, she ran her finger down to number eight and then pressed an intercom button, "Chicken with fried rice, table eight, your waitress tonight will be Miss Holly Golightly."

She let go of the button, and led me to a door, "You won't need a condom for Colin, he won't want to fuck you, fifteen minutes watching the video, fifteen minutes licking you out. After Colin, use the bidet, from then on, every man has to use a condom, wash your fanny between every man. If they ask for extras, charge what you think it's worth! Golden rule, you aren't here for your own pleasure, it's your job to make every man feel like he's Adonis for the thirty minutes he's with you. Now take off your dress and answer the door when Colin knocks."

The room was very strange, it had three doors, the one I'd entered through and another door to the left into a small bathroom, the third door was opposite. The bed was just a mattress on the floor with a rubber sheet covering it and a cotton flat sheet on top. There was a large box of condoms at the side of the bed, a bin and a roll of kitchen paper. Next to the bathroom door was a flat screen TV fixed to a bracket on the wall that angled the face of the TV towards the pillows at the head of the mattress and below the TV was a wooden chest with a barrel-top that contained fresh bed linen and towels for when the sex got messy.

I pulled my dress off over my head, by the time I was back in the room I was naked and alone, there was a knock on the door opposite the one Molly had just closed. I opened the door and said "Hello!" to the man standing there. Before I stepped aside to let Colin in the room I heard two voices I recognised behind Colin, "The new waitress, she just walked in, her name is Vicky, Vicky Clarke!"

I heard Molly's voice, "Our new waitress is serving table eight at the moment, her name is Holly Golightly and she'll be free around one-thirty, who would like to be served then and who at two o'clock?"

Two of my father's best friends and they were drawing straws to see who was going to pay to fuck me first. I suddenly realised where I was, Colin had been waiting for me in the Chinese restaurant, I'd eaten there with my husband before, the restaurant had two doors, one for a takeaway service and the other for customers to eat in, I'd been aware even back then that there seemed to be a lot of men using the takeaway door and there always seemed to be a large number of men sitting around ostensibly waiting for their food to be cooked.

This wasn't Colin's first time, he knew how to fire up the video stream on the wall mounted TV, he fast forwarded it to Ruben's first kiss, then he got me to lay on my back on the bed carefully so as to not lose any of Ruben's vital jus. As Colin watched my seduction through from first kiss to ejaculation he was fondling my naked body from tit to cunt. I was surprised that the video only lasted for ten minutes, I was sure that the oral sex part had taken longer than ten minutes on its own. Colin spooled back to the beginning and pressed play again before propping my back up so I could chose to watch what he was doing to me or I could watch the video and what I was doing with Ruben.

Paul had gone down on me before we were married in much the same way that I had gone down on him, pretty much skill-less, I had pretended to enjoy it but he didn't really have a clue, I faked every orgasm just to stop him digging an even deeper hole in my misery! I didn't have to fake anything with Colin, he knew exactly how to ring my bell, I'd thought it a good thing that a woman wasn't like a man, we could take an orgasm easily and it was undetectable, no product of the act, unlike a man. With Paul, I even knew by the volume of his spend, just how much he'd enjoined my ministrations on his cock.

As Colin worked with his fingers and tongue I saw the word 'Tilt' flash before my eyes, my back lifted off the bed and something spurted out of my pussy, it could have been a jet of my inner lubrication or it could have been piss, even though my bladder wasn't full or anything. Either way, I'd never know because Colin was waiting for it and he swallowed it all, just like he'd swallowed all of Ruben's spunk before.

A bell sounded after twenty five minutes, Colin kissed my pussy one last time and he dressed quickly and left. I was left a soaking mess on the bed. I jumped into the bathroom and found a towel to wipe myself down, I heard that table eight was free over the intercom's speaker in the Chinese takeaway; I used the bidet to fire a quick spurt of warm water into my pussy, wiped and was waiting at the customer door when the knock came.

I opened the door and the man I'd called Uncle Ben all my life gasped and said, "I didn't believe Peter when he said he saw you coming in here half an hour ago!"

I stepped into the room and gestured to the bed, I didn't want to get into a big discussion with my father's old comrade, I just wanted to do my job the best way that I could and get it over and done with. When I walked around to Molly's Bed and Breakfast, in my mind I'd only gone there because I needed twenty-five pounds to cover my outstanding rent and in my mind, I'd just do the weirdo that Ruben had mentioned because he wouldn't actually fuck me, he just wanted to touch me and lick my pussy out and then I'd walk away.

The reason I was so desperate to cover my rent after falling short the month before was because our contract with our landlord only allowed one shortfall in a year, a second shortfall would trigger proceedings to have us evicted. We wouldn't be the first shipbuilding family to be evicted and we wouldn't be the last. Emma and William had fallen behind after only two months of the current layoff, they had a house from the same landlord as Paul and me, the eviction order came through very fast, they went to the council and they ended up in a squalid bedsit two streets away from the freight docks. We called that area 'Dodge City' because of the number of foreign sailors in the area that changed week on week. Our law meant little to the visiting sailors, Emma faced far worse than I was about to do with Ben every day that she walked from her foul single room in that five story high Edwardian block only she wouldn't get paid for giving pleasure to a foreign sailor...or rather having pleasure taken from her by any number of men at one time!

I stood there naked while Ben took his trousers off, I was looking at him, looking to see what was on offer for me. Ruben had taken his pleasure from me very quickly, I'd screamed and cursed, I'd never felt anything like his cock in me before but he finished before I really wanted him to. Oral and vaginal sex all over in just ten minutes flat. Paul may not have been quite the man that Ruben was but when we went to bed for pleasure he lasted an hour, I may not have climaxed but after he filled me, I didn't want anything more.

Ben's cock was smaller than Paul's but then he was older by more than twenty years.

Ben stood there rubbing life into his cock, "Do you charge extra for oral?"

I dropped to my knees, at least Ben wouldn't damage my already inflamed throat, I shuffled forward and opened my mouth. Ben put his hand on my forehead to hold me off, "No, I didn't mean for me, I was asking for Tom, he loves oral sex but won't ask here because they make you girls charge extra for everything and on our pension, we can only afford straight sex once a month."

I'm not sure if I was disappointed by Ben holding me short or not. I'd never really enjoyed giving oral all those years ago in my early fumbling with Paul and because he didn't ask for oral sex after we were married, I never really gained any skill at it...I could see that if I was going to be the breadwinner until Paul could start working at the shipyard again, a skill like oral sex could be useful.

"Are you sure you don't want to...?"

Ben let his hand drop away from my forehead, he placed his hands on his hips and said, "Okay then, go on but just for five minutes!"

I reached out with my hand and aimed his cock into my mouth. I took him all the way in my mouth, my lower lip pressed against his balls and my upper lip was rubbing against his grey pubic hair. The head of his cock wasn't even close to my tonsils so I was able to go to town for five minutes, I gave Ben pleasure and also got to try out different things that I'd heard of or seen pictures of without the fear of him damaging my throat even more that Ruben had already done.

Ben must have had a metronome ticking away in his head because almost to the second of five minutes after starting to suck his cock, I was pushed onto my back again in almost exactly the same way that Ruben had done earlier only this time I was ready and I rolled onto my back far more gracefully than my first time in the pawnshop.

Ben was holding his upper body away from me as he fucked me, almost the minimum of contact between our bodies. I got off quickly, it wasn't anything to do with the size of his cock or the expert way that he was fucking me...I got off simply from looking at his face and having the memories of all those times that he had been visiting my house with my father when I was a young child.

Ben got off as well in just fifteen minutes, my own orgasm helped to speed him on his way and as he sat there with his cock shrinking and the condom I'd rolled down onto his cock slowly falling off he said, "You're the best whore I've ever had...what are you going to do next week when it's your dad or Paul's dad sitting here?"

"I'm hoping that they won't find out I'm working here...if they don't know then they won't ask for me."

"If you fuck everyone the way you just fucked me your reputation will get around and everyone will be asking for you and anyway, your dad always asks if there are any new girls working in the brothel when he comes in."

I changed the sheet on the bed as Ben dressed, I actually kissed him goodbye as if he'd been visiting for tea with my family as the bell sounded bringing me back down to earth. Ben left my office as I washed my cunt on the bidet and I was dry and ready when Tom knocked on my door.

Tom had a stupid grin on his face as he stood in the doorway staring at my naked body. I pulled him into my room and I stood him at the side of my bed such as it was. I unfastened his trousers and pulled them down to his ankles and without saying a word I knelt in front of him and sucked his cock into life. Tom was a little shocked but he quickly stripped his upper body off as his cock grew into my mouth. Ton's cock was equal in length to Ruben's but a little thinner. My lips were brushing his pubs and balls the way I did for Ben before he'd reached full erection and I twisted my head from side to side as his cockhead tunnelled past my tonsils, my oesophagus and into my throat.

Tom only lasted two minutes before he was pushing my mouth away from his cock to prevent his premature ejaculation. He had to take a breath to regain his composure. I rolled a condom down his cock and then I moved onto my back and opened my legs for him. I lay there looking up at his naked body, his nipples were very long and they were erect in the same way that an excited woman might be.

As Tom lowered his body over mine, injected my pussy with his cock very slowly, I kissed his chest, sucking one of his nipples into my mouth. The slow insertion of his cock into my body changed into a violent stab and his hand caught the back of my head, pulling my mouth harder into his chest. He whispered, "Bite!" and I clamped my teeth down a little harder onto his nipple.

Tom rammed his cock into me harder and faster, "Bite me harder...please!"

I bit down harder and Tom's whole body shivered and he pulled his hips away from me as quickly as he could but he was too late, he'd already filled his condom and I'd taken nothing at all out of our fuck and I felt very much let down.

Tom's condom slipped off as his cock pulled its head back into its shell. We'd been together for less than ten minutes Tom was disappointed at his speed of delivery but also complimenting me on how good it had been for him.

I pushed Tom onto his back and spent five more minutes using my mouth to bring his cock back to life. I rolled a fresh condom down onto Tom's cock and this time I clambered on top of him and I fucked him 'Girl on top' or 'Cowgirl' as Paul would insist on calling that position when I rarely did it that way with him.

I was trying to be inventive, bouncing fast and hard, slowly rolling my hips from side to side and with just a slow rise and fall and with just two minutes of our time left together I rolled forward and as I rocked backward and forward mashing my clitoris hard against his pubic bone with his hard cock still in my cunt I bit down on his left nipple as hard as I could. That was enough for both of us; we both reached our orgasm at the same time.

Tom was on the edge of babbling as he dressed, he was telling me over and over again how great I was, I was the first whore that had ever given him two orgasms in thirty minutes.

I listened carefully for the intercom as Tom walked out into the waiting area, there was no announcement to say that I was free, it was just two-thirty and I'd made four men happy but more importantly I'd earned seventy-five pounds towards the next month's rent.

I paced up and down in the nude in my little room for ten minutes and as no one was sent to my room for me to have sex with I went into the little bathroom and took a shower. I wrapped my body in a large bath towel and stood by the customer door and opened it a crack so that I could hear what was being said in the waiting area. I had thought that the brothel had run out of customers but I was wrong, men had come in and asked for particular girls or particular services.

"I'm looking for the back door love!"

Unusual! Passed through my head, why would a man ask where the back door was at the Chinese takeaway?

"I'm sorry sir but I only have two waitresses who can use the back door and they both have two customers waiting for them at the moment, would an hour before you start be too long?"

"Yes, I really need to be on my train in an hour's time!"

"Well, let me see what I can do for you, please take a seat for a moment."

I was rubbing my body through the towel to dry myself, I saw Molly approaching my room's customer door, she pushed me inside my room, "Okay, have you ever had anal sex with your husband?"

"No!"

"It's a pity that Paul Evens wasn't in Ruben's shop when you went in to pawn your gold or I wouldn't have needed to ask...Paul would have sorted you out in that direction."

Molly went into my bathroom and when she came back out it looked like she was holding a small syringe without a needle in the end but I recognised it as a device to squirt nasty tasting medicine to the back of a child's throat. Molly pulled me over to the linen chest and pushed me over the top of it, she pulled the back of my towel up and pushed the delivery end of the syringe up my bottom and squirted a thick lubricant similar to petroleum jelly but something that wouldn't rot the latex in a condom.

"You have to let this guy try it up your bum, if it hurts too much then you won't have to do it again but if it only hurts a little just remember while he's fucking your arse you'll be earning forty pounds instead of twenty-five and even if the first one hurts a lot it will hurt less and less each man that follows."

The thick lubricant filling my bottom felt really odd to me, I remembered hearing her tell the customer that she had two girls that did anal sex and they both had two men each waiting to use them so anal seemed to be popular even if it was far more expensive, the two anal girls had one in the hand and two in the bush while I was kicking up my heels and getting bored.

"Remember, condom on as soon as he comes in, he can go from oral to vaginal to anal without changing his condom but once he's been up your bum, you have to replace the condom before he goes from anal to oral or vaginal...he may just want to fuck your arse for thirty minutes though once I tell him you're an anal virgin."

Molly went back down to the waiting room, I was listening again at the open door, "I have a new girl, she's never given a tour of the back door before but she's willing to give it a try so as not to disappoint you. Go straight to table eight."

I didn't ask him his name, he was about thirty by the look of him. He was quite rough with me, I was naturally a little reluctant at first as he had a very fat cock with a large bulbous head that he really had to push hard to get it in my bum and that had hurt me a lot. I couldn't help myself, as hard as I tried not to cry or whimper it just hurt so much opening the door that I made a big thing of it. As soon as his cockhead managed to get past my anal muscle it picked up the lubricant and started to soften the pathway inside. The lubricant had lessened the pain but thirty minutes later I was still crying as the bell sounded and he pounded away rapidly to get to his end game before he had to leave.

I just lay there on the bed feeling sorry for myself instead of jumping to cleaning my bum as soon as he left. My door opened, Molly walked in and slapped my bottom.

"It's up to you, one of Trixy Sweet's customers is interested in trying you out, he's another anal player if you're up to it...take him on or sit and get bored until I can send the next customer who has no preferences up to fuck you. Is your arse really painful after John Goodman busted your anal cherry?"

"Was that his name? He hurt me like hell until that stuff you pumped up me started to work and after that it was just very uncomfortable, he seemed to enjoy hurting me with his massive cock."

"Well, could you take another cock up your bum if it isn't as big as John Goodman's cock or would you rather just rest up until I can get you your next customer?"

Sounded like a trick question to me, say no and I could be sitting around for hours naked and with nothing to do and worse earning no money. I'd plucked up the courage to do this and I had no idea if I'd be able to pluck up the courage to do it again so I wanted to maximise what I earned if this turned out to be my one and only time being a whore.

I took a deep breath, told myself that the pain of sodomy wasn't that bad really and that Molly had already assured me that each time I had anal sex it would get easier and less painful so I said, "Okay, send him up!"

I put the towel in the laundry basket with the dirty sheet from earlier and then I walked back to the door, opened it a crack and waited for my next customer. I heard Molly talking to someone as my next customer made his way to my room, "Yes sir we do have a new waitress, she's working table eight but I've just sent a customer to her to be served...are you willing to wait thirty minutes or would you rather take one of the other tables?"

I opened my door wider and let the man in, as I closed the door I heard Molly say, "Her name is Holly Golightly, I'll let you know as soon as she's free."

The door clicked closed and as I turned to face my new customer a smile crossed my face, I didn't ask his name, I didn't need to, I knew the man very well, I knew that he was a daemon mathematician and that he loved jazz music, he'd looked at my face across his desk for five years as I sat in the front row of his classroom for a maths class every day of my middle school. I stepped in front of him, kissed his cheek and started to unbutton his shirt, "What's seven times eighty-four Mr Benson?"

He smiled at me as I pulled his shirt open and eased it down his arms. I was pulling his belt open and then the clasp at his waistband as he said, "I take it you were once one of my students?"

I nodded and giggled as I pulled his zipper down and released his cock.

His smile dropped away, "Did someone tell you to pretend to be an old student of mine?"

"No, I was in your class between oh-one and oh-six, I sat in the front row, right in front of your desk."

The smile returned to his face, "You must be Victoria Porter then, not Holly Golightly!"

"Victoria Clarke now!"

"You can't possibly know how often I fantasised about doing this to one of you little cunts from school...as I was teaching you how to juggle with numbers I was imagining how sweet it would be to juggle with your little titties and when I bent the confines of Algebraic formula that you girls had no hope of following I was picturing you..."

He kicked his trousers off and pulled me over to the linen chest and pushed me face down over its bowed lid, pulling my arms behind my back.

"...girls bent over your desks with your knickers around your ankles..."

He rammed his cock up my bum as hard as he could. I squealed in pain.

"...and you screaming out in pain as I rammed my cock up your bum."

I felt warmth flooding through my body, I'd been taken so much by surprise by his sudden movement that I hadn't managed to wrap his cock in latex before he buggered me so violently. He left me bent over the wooden box as he dressed and left the room, he'd only been with me for fifteen minutes and I was really glad that he hadn't taken his full thirty minutes.

I heard that table eight was now free and pulled myself together. I washed away my tears and washed away Mr Benson's semen on the bidet, forcing the little nozzle tight against my arse and filling my bowel with warm water to wash away the seed that had been left in my body.

I forced a smile on my face as I opened the customer door, he was young, he was only nineteen if he was a day, nineteen years old and ugly, overweight and more than a little slow. He was still wearing his overalls from the supermarket. He was looking in my eyes as he apologised that he didn't know what to do, he was a virgin and the people he worked with had all given him money for his birthday and pointed him at Molly's door, told him what to say, what to ask for and how much he would have to pay.

He was still standing in the doorway, he looked away from my eyes and realised that I was totally naked, he started stammering, struggling to get his words out, he balled his fists up and his face turned bright red. He was starting to twist his upper body, he was on the edge of running, I put my left palm against his right cheek, leaned in and kissed him on his left cheek as my left hand stroked down from his cheek, over his shoulder, down his arm and I took a hold of his right hand and eased him into the room.

I pushed the door closed and I started to undo his trousers, "I can turn the light off if you're shy but I'd really love to see what you look like under your clothes."

I pulled his trousers down but missed his underpants because he was wearing such huge underpants that the waistband was high above his stomach. The worst kind of grey cotton 'Y' fronts, they looked like they could have belonged to his grandfather during the war. I finally had him stripped from the waist down and could see what I had to work with.

His cock was just an inch long and there was a tube of empty skin hanging more than an inch long past the end of his tiny cock. I pulled him onto his back on the bed and started to work on his reluctant erection. His cock grew from nothing to an eight inch long pole that was two and a half inches in diameter...not a massive cock but an impressive growth ratio between flaccid and erect.

I put his hands on various parts of my body; I explained the names of each part of my body, both their medical names as well as their more crude names. He seemed reluctant to climb on top of me even after I'd rolled his cock in a tight case of latex.

The boy was very reluctant right up to the point that I wriggled and squirmed to make his pork sword enter my velvet scabbard and then he suddenly became a man...more, a 'Tasmanian Devil' than a man, he pounded on my body hard and fast. His eyes were closed tight shut and he seemed to have the stamina of a wild stallion. I climaxed after sixty seconds and was held at storm force ten for more than twenty minutes. When we'd passed twenty-five minutes he was still ramming my cunt with the strength of ten men, I patted him on the shoulder, "You only have less than five minutes left or they'll charge you extra!"

He opened his eyes, looked down on my breasts shivering like jelly from the pounding he was giving me, his face went red and he gasped and it was all over. He spilled so much seed into this condom that it actually leaked past the latex ring and dribbled over my labia so that I had to wriggle out from under him as quickly as I could and run for the shower once again.

By the time I was washed and wrapped in my towel he was dressed. There was an awkward silence just before the bell sounded to tell him his time was up. I gestured towards the door and said, "Did you enjoy that?"

He blushed again and nodded his head. He stopped me turning the door handle to open the door, "Can I come back?"

I smiled and looked into his eyes, "Of course you can, all you need is enough money but you might be better off looking for a girlfriend, spend your money on treating her!"

"Can I ask for you next time?"

Now I was in a dilemma, I wasn't sure if there would be a next time, "If I'm here the next time you come, you can ask for me."

I opened the door, he kissed me as he passed me in the doorway, not on my cheek, he kissed me on my lips and he was gone.

I closed my door and dried myself off, I dropped the towel into the laundry basket and waited for my next knock. Molly opened my door, "You want a tea break for fifteen minutes?"

"Is it all quiet down there then?"

"No, I have five men waiting for the next available girl but you've had seven cocks so far and been on the go for over four hours, I thought you'd like to refuel!"

I chuckled, "What are you laughing at?"

"I just didn't expect a whorehouse to be unionised, the whole tea break...lunch break thing."

Molly smiled, "I have to try and keep my girls happy, I don't want this to be a once in a lifetime thing. I want you to look on this as a job of work, you could get a job in healthcare, you could go around wiping up shit and piss all day for seven pounds an hour or...take the shit that the men dish out, you've worked four and a half hours so far, in healthcare you'd have been thirty quid up by now...less taxes of course, here, two hundred and five pounds so far and no tax to pay! Now, tea or coffee, sugar, milk?"

"I'll have a coffee, milk and one sugar but after the next customer!"

"I'll send Brian straight up, he suffers with premature ejaculation so play with him a little before you get down to business, I always feel guilty taking his money for just ten minutes!"

"You could offer him a discount!"

Molly shook her head, "Union rules, a sex worker is worthy of her hire!"

I stood and waited for a few moments, heard Brian's footsteps approaching my door and opened it, "Hello Br...ian!"

"Hello Vicky...or is it Holly?"

"Come in, how's Kelly?"

"Your sister is pissed off with me as usual, she had a headache as usual again last night so I didn't get my jollies...look, I know that this is awkward, I can go and ask Molly to find me another girl if..."

I was pulling the end of his belt through the buckle; I popped the press-stud at the waistband of his trousers and pulled them open. "You think you could handle two of us?"

"No...I meant if it was awkward for you to let your brother-in-law fuck you!"

As he was saying that I was wriggling his trousers and underpants down over his hips, "Don't be silly, I've often wondered what attracted my sister to you, the boy from the wrong side of the tracks."

I handled his cock gently as he pulled his t-shirt off over his head. Even though I was being as gentle as I could he still gasped at his sudden closeness to his orgasm.

"If I let you cum quickly, how long will it take you to get hard again?"

"Not quickly enough for this place, I'd end up paying treble or more!"

"So we have to be careful so that you can get your full shilling out of my body then."

I stopped fondling his cock and pulled him down on the bed to lie at my side.

I slid my upper body over his, mashing my breasts into his chest as I covered his lips with my own, slithering my tongue into his mouth. He reached for my breasts and handled them very roughly, I pulled my lips away from his, "Does my sister allow you to handle her so roughly?"

"She used to like it, she used to like me until I got my little problem, the more she's upset by my little problem, the more my problem grows."

I pulled my breasts away from Brian's grasp and slid my body down slightly, I licked around his nipples on both sides of his chest and as I did I looked down at his cock, it was bouncing away as if he were fucking an invisible woman. I kissed my way down his body, as I reached the thick mat of hair surrounding his cock I had to lift his cock out of the way so that I could reach his root, Brian gasped at my touch and he gasped again as I let his cock fall against my cheek.

He was close to climaxing just from his cock resting on my face and the movement as I was kissing and licking around his root. I stopped and moved my attention to his bollocks, licking over his scrotum, slavering over his balls. He seemed to like that a lot but because I wasn't touching his cock he wasn't in danger of spewing up his seed but he was loving what I was doing to him, "God I wish Kelly was half the woman that you are, keep doing that."

I giggled at Brian's comment; a girl loves to hear that she's better than her elder sister...especially from her elder sister's husband.

I sucked his left plumb into my mouth and used my tongue to massage his egg inside its skin sack, this time Brian groaned with pleasure rather than because he was close to his climax. I let his plumb slip from my mouth with a loud plop, his body jumped and I giggled. I moved my attention to his right plumb and did the same again, his body rocked and squirmed under my ministrations and when his plumb popped out of my mouth he gasped with pleasure again.

I'd basically reached the end of what I could think of doing to take up a little more of his time while still giving him his pleasure. I saw a string of my spittle hanging from his ball-sack, I licked at it to clean it off and as the tip of my tongue licked under his balls at the ridge of skin that would have been his cunt if he had been a girl, he gasped again, his back arched off of the bed and his hands gripped at my head, pushing me further down, I licked all the way to his arsehole and licked there too as he ran his fingers through my hair, pulling my head harder into his lower body and begged me to lick harder.

I checked the time, we'd just passed the twenty minute mark so I could move into my end game and my brother-in-law wouldn't feel cheated at all. I eased my head out of his hands and licked my way up to the head of his cock, he almost cooked his beans and I stopped licking again, "Close your eyes Brian."

I spat on my index finger and started massaging my spittle into his anal muscle as I took the head of his cock into my mouth gently, I kept his mind away from his cock by pressing my finger against his anal muscle, teasing him with the imagery that I was trying to insert my finger all the way up his bum and with that distraction I managed to get my mouth all the way down his cock without him boiling over into my mouth.

I was careful as I took my mouth away from his cock, "Keep your eyes closed Brian."

I took a condom from my stock, put two fingers of each hand inside the neck and stretched it as wide as possible without breaking it. I eased the condom over his cockhead without touching it. I worked the condom all the way down over his cock and then I kissed him on the lips before saying, "Are you ready to get your money's worth out of my body darling?"

Brian opened his eyes and looked into mine, "I'll probably cum as you roll the condom down my cock!"

I looked down at his cock and said, "Really?"

Brian looked at his latex covered cock in amazement. "Would you like to fuck me on my back or would you like me to be on top?"

He didn't answer, he just grabbed me and yanked me against his body, "Be gentle, you concentrate on kissing me while I do my job, try not to think about what I'm doing."

We kissed and I concentrated on capturing his cock in my cunt as gently as I could. I got him all the way inside my body so gently that he didn't feel the insertion. I broke my kiss and raised my upper body so my tits were against his lips and then as he bit my nipples hard I rode him hard and fast for almost two minutes before he shivered and shuddered through his orgasm and he filled the condom.

I left his cock covered in latex as it shrunk away, I put his right hand against his thigh, the back of his hand against his leg and I straddled his hand and fucked it hard to get my own pleasure. We kissed passionately as I rode through to my own climax as the bell sounded to tell us Brian's time was up.

"God Vicky, I've never lasted for the full thirty minutes in here before, you're a real professional."

Brian dressed and I gave him one last kiss and saw him to the door, he stopped in the doorway, "Does your Paul know that you're doing this?"

I shrugged my shoulders which made my breasts bounce pleasingly, "I don't know for sure but he sent me to the owner of this place to make the rent and I'm sure that all of you local men know what this place is!"

Brian smiled, "Well, Paul certainly does, he paid for me to come here on my stag night, my one last fling as a free man!"

Molly brought me my coffee before I had the chance to close my door, she passed Brian in the passageway, "Well he looks happier than I've ever seen him look when leaving a whore..." she looked at her watch, "...Never known him take the full thirty minutes before either. You're very good at this; you sent the virgin away happy and now 'Quick-draw-McGraw' has made it to thirty minutes for the first time ever!"

I took my coffee and blew across the top before taking a sip, "How's business going?"

"The rush is about to start, the workers are starting to come in, it'll be all girls to the coalface from now until eight o'clock. I have three mothers coming in; they only do three or four customers a day while someone else looks after their kids. They make an easy hundred pounds or a hard one hundred and sixty a day, depending on who is about and what they want!"

I took another drink from my coffee cup.

"So...how long a break do you want?"

"Just send the next one up whenever you like, my coffee is too hot to drink right now."

"Can you look after another prem...give him a good time just like the last one?"

I nodded my head and as Molly went back to the waiting room I went and washed my cunt out on the bidet.

I wasn't as loving with the stranger as I'd been with Brian but I was gentle, I taught him a little bit of self-restraint and he'd finished off in my cunt...or rather in his condom in my cunt at twenty-five minutes.

"Thanks for helping me out there, your fellow workers are only interested in getting me off as quickly as possible and getting me out of their room to take another customer."

"I believe in giving value for money, you'll ask for me again that way!"

I guess that what I'd just said to my five o'clock customer said it all! I was actually enjoying what I was doing; Ruben had told me that I'd have to fuck ten men a day to keep my room in his cat house. I'd thought the idea of fucking ten men in a day was ridiculous but I'd already serviced nine men and I still had enough time to service five more men before eight o'clock. I didn't take a break, the next five men were faceless, I treated them all as if they were my boyfriend...well, my boyfriend with only thirty minutes to spare and balls heavy with semen that needed releasing.

At eight o'clock I'd serviced fourteen men and earned three hundred and eighty pounds. I took a shower and pulled my dress on for the first time in eight hours. I walked down to the front door of the bed and breakfast, Molly came out from the waiting room, she kissed me on my cheek, "I hope to see you here tomorrow at twelve o'clock Holly...no point coming any earlier, Sunday mornings are dead..."

I nodded my head, it had crossed my mind at one o'clock that I'd just do it for one day, pay my rent and hope that Paul got a job so that he could cover the bills next month but I'd had an orgasm with every man, several with some men and I knew that I'd be back at work as soon as I could be.

"...if I get a request before noon tomorrow...is it okay if I give you a call?"

I smiled and nodded my head, "You want my telephone number?"

"I already have it; Ruben took it down on the pledge form for your gold."

The walk home was just like the walk out that morning, men were going out of their way to talk to me, they were flirting with me as I walked home.

Paul was watching the TV as I walked in, he jumped up and rushed over to me, "I'm sorry darling, I hope that you can forgive me for sending you to Ruben and not telling you what was going to happen!"

I patted Paul's cheek and kissed him. I took the money out of my handbag and dropped it all on the dining table. Paul gasped, "Hell, there has to be almost a thousand pounds there, how much did you get for the gold?"

"Six hundred pounds."

I could see that Paul looked troubled by the fact that I'd earned almost four hundred pounds, he hadn't mentioned sex but I could see that he was trying to work out just how many men I'd been with to make that much money.

"Fourteen men including Ruben...if you were interested!"

Paul's face turned scarlet, he knew exactly what I'd been doing but he didn't want it vocalising.

"If I'm going to be the breadwinner in our family you have to accept that I'm earning money by fucking with men, some strangers but some...some are men that we know very well!"

Paul looked away in shame. I grabbed his face and pulled it back so I could look into his eyes. "If you can't take the fact that I'm whoring to pay the bills, to keep food on the table and a roof over our head then say so right now and I won't go to work tomorrow but first thing on Monday morning you'll have to go to the job centre and take the first job that's offered, even if it is shelf stacking at the local supermarket."

"I'd prefer it if you didn't have to do that kind of thing but I'm a skilled welder, if I take a job on Monday I won't be available when the shipyard is looking for a new crew."

"I know that my darling but if I'm going to sell my body so that you can keep yourself available for the next contract in the shipyard, you have to be okay with it, I don't want any ill feelings, no embarrassment or recriminations."

"Are you hungry?"

"Starving."

"Shall I make you an omelette."

I nodded my head, "I'm going to rub some cream on my pussy, I'm a little sore after all of those men today."

Paul's face turned into a part smile and part grimace.

I heard the telephone ring while I was up in the bathroom, I heard Paul in the kitchen talking on the phone and suddenly he was at the bathroom door, he was holding the telephone against his stomach to cut out the microphone

"It's my dad, he asked if we were in tonight...I told him that we were but he told me that I had to ask you first!"

"I'm not planning on going out."

"It's his bridge night, I've never known him to miss one and he's never called around here at the weekend before!"

Paul moved the phone from his stomach and up to his ear, "Vicky said it's okay, we're not going out...will mum be coming with you?"

I held out my hand and snapped my fingers for Paul to give me the phone. I pressed the phone against my own belly, "Take some money off of the kitchen table and run down to the late night shop, buy a box of ten condoms and a pack of beer, twenty-four cans should do, your father won't be bringing your mother, he's a friend of Ruben's, he went to school with him, Ruben will have told him about my new occupation and he'll be coming over for a freebie!"

Paul's face reddened all over again, his expression said 'Oh no!' I waved him away as I put the phone to my ear, "Hi Ron, we're going to be in all evening, come over whenever you like!"

Ron told me that he'd be over in around forty minutes so while Paul ran down to the late night shop for beer and condoms I did my hair, made up my face and pulled stocking onto my legs, stockings, suspender belt, matching bra and thong. I put on a low cut mini dress. All of the clothes were from before I married Paul, like the white dress I'd worn for Ruben earlier. I was just slipping my feet into black patent leather high heeled shoes as Paul walked in carrying the beer and a carrier bag with the box of ten condoms hidden in it.

There was a knock at the front door, Paul rushed to answer it but I stopped him. "I'll get the door, you go up to the spare room, flip the mattress and put a bottom sheet on it."

Paul blushed all over again but he did as I'd told him.

I took a deep breath as Ron knocked the door again, I walked out slowly, I was doing that whole catwalk thing again but the high heels improved my walk and the stockings rubbing together between my thighs was starting my pussy drooling.

Ron always greeted me with a hug and a kiss on my cheek, he'd done it the same way since he first met me when I was sixteen years old and was Paul's project partner at school. Tonight he hugged me and avoided my cheek, he moved his head so that his lips crashed into mine.

"My old school friend Robin Samuels rang me earlier, he told me that you have a new job and he also said that you were a natural, you took to it like a duck to water."

"And what? You want to be a customer?"

Ron looked around nervously, he shushed me, "Where's Paul?"

"He's upstairs, he's getting the spare bed ready in case you want to fuck me."

Ron feigned shock at my comment and then laughed, "So he knows what you're doing then?"

"He does, he didn't want to admit it to himself though!"

"So, do I get to fuck you for free then?"

"This time, you can have a free trial but after today you pay the going rate!"

"I'd better make the most of my free session then."

I took Paul's father's hand and guided him up to the bedroom, we passed a very red faced Paul on the stairs.

"Fetch your father a glass of beer for me Paul darling."

Ron stopped and watched his son go on his way to the kitchen, "You punishing him?"

"No, he has to realise the new reality, I'm fucking men to keep our hearth and home together. He needs to understand that I'm two people, a working woman when it's necessary and his wife when I've no customers to serve."

I pulled at his hand again on our way to the bedroom. I pulled my dress off over my head.

"I used to watch you changing when we were on holiday, you can't believe how often I've wanted to fuck you."

I pulled my thong off, "For someone who claims that he has wanted to fuck me for so many years you seem very slow at undressing."

Ron grinned at me as he ripped his clothes off, I lay on my back on the bed as I watched Ron undressing, I toyed with my pussy as I watched. Ron offered me his meat to shield with latex and then he climbed on the bed between my legs and he inserted his cock in my cunt. He'd pulled back and rammed in again just as Paul walked into the room with a glass of beer for his father, "Where shall I put this?"

"We need a little more furniture in this room, some bedside tables and such, you can go out and buy some while I'm working tomorrow..." I groaned with the pleasure of his father's cock pounding into me as my husband watched. I panted three or four quick breaths as I orgasmed and then dropped back into the bedroom, "...but for now you can stand there and hold your father's glass until he needs it." I groaned with pleasure at his father's cock once again as I looked into Paul's eyes and smiled.

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