Once my photo session ended at twelve o'clock I went into the changing room, I was so turned on I could have raped a dog in the street. I hadn't actually been nude for the photographers, I had a lingerie set on, matching bra, thong and suspender belt with very sheer stockings, there was also a see-through negligee that I could pull on or take off. It didn't matter to me in all honesty, if Paul had given me permission I'd have posed topless or fully naked ... the fact that eight strangers were telling me what to do and then photographing me had me all hot and bothered.

I changed into my street clothes and had a chat with Paul about my next photo shoot, he had said that he wanted me on Friday but that photo shoot had been pulled forward to Thursday.

Out in the street I saw one of the men that had paid Paul to be allowed his fifteen minutes with me. He was leaning against his car and smoking a cigarette. When he saw me leaving Paul's studio he flicked his cigarette away and walked over to me. "Hi, I hope you don't mind me approaching you outside like this but two of us asked Paul if we could photograph a little more of you, topless maybe or even fully nude but he said that it was out of the question because of his contract with the education agency that hired him and his studio so Sid asked me to ask you if you'd be willing to pose for just the two of us!"

I was actually dripping wet and desperate to get home and rub away my frustrations but having David Fletcher 'Stalk' me in the street in that way just added to my need and made even more of my juices flow, way beyond being captured by my panties, juice was now trickling slowly down my inner thighs.

"So, what's the deal Mr Fletcher?"

"Please call me David Vicky, Sid would like to photograph you naked and I would love to photograph you out in nature ... Paul says he pays you thirty-five pounds an hour for glamour work, Sid and I will pay fifty pounds an hour for full access for two hours!"

'Full access!' reverberated through my head and set up another vibration between my legs.

"What does 'Full Access' entail?"

"You know the kind of thing, we tell you exactly what we want you to do and for two hours you do 'EXACTLY' what we ask you for!"

"When?"

"What about right now?"

"Well ... I was heading off home for ... erm ... lunch!" 'And to massage away my frustrations!'

"I can get you some lunch, come on, come with me!"

It's strange, I was considering getting totally naked and allowing two men to 'Direct' my actions for two hours for one hundred pounds and that didn't bother me one little bit but getting into his car with him ... that did cause me some concerns but I shook off my worries and followed David back to his car.

I was driven out of town to a moderately sized semi-detached house on the fringe of Kettering. My nervousness increased again as David parked on his drive and led me up to his front door. David unlocked his front door and shouted out, "It's only me."

I followed him into his hallway and suddenly a woman walked out of the living room, "Hello darling, who's this?"

"This is Victoria, she was our model in class today, Victoria, this is my wife Mary."

I found myself shaking hands with the wife of a man that I'd just spent fifteen minutes fantasising about him wanting sex with me ... or was it me wanting him to want to have sex with me?

David was addressing both of us when he said, "As it's so warm today I was thinking of doing a quick ham salad for lunch, is that okay?"

Mary nodded her head, "Shall I down load your camera for you while you do lunch darling?"

David handed his wife his camera bag and she took it as well as my arm and guided me through to the living room. Their PC was linked through to their forty inch TV screen and Mary set the camera down at the side of her PC and plugged the cable in to link the camera. My face suddenly filled the huge screen of the TV and then pictures started to flow like a slide show, there had been about two hundred pictures when one showed me with one stocking unfastened and the stocking top was around my knee and the rest of the stocking wrinkled down the length of my shin.

"I'll bet my husband asked for that pose."

I shook my head, "No idea sorry, all I saw were a ring of Cameras and people telling me how to pose."

"My husband loves poses like this, it's a bit of a fetish of his, he likes 'Dirty Girl' poses as well, you know, mud wrestling, farm girls cleaning out stables and cow sheds, the muckier the better!"

We all ate lunch together and the talk throughout lunch was all about my next photo shoot, where we would go, how I would be dressed, at that point I looked down at my clothes and thought, 'Just like this, it's all I have with me!'

David mentioned the woods at the back of the factories, Mary said, "It will be very muddy around there!"

David's grin almost slit his face in two, "Very muddy!"

Mary looked at me, she looked me up and down, "White! I see Vicky dressed all in white, the virgin bride so to speak. It will show the mud up much better!"

A whole new shiver ran through my body at Mary's suggestion ... it has to be the kinkiest thing in the world to have a wife 'Dressing' a woman to feed her husband's fantasy. As soon as I finished eating Mary dragged me out of my chair and up to one of the bedrooms. Inside it looked a little like a medieval torture chamber, "David's little playroom, we're bound to find something in here that will excite him."

The doorbell rang and Mary stopped to listen, David's partner Sid, "Are they both photographing you?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "Sid's name was mentioned but nothing much was agreed."

Mary opened a drawer, there must have been more than twenty pairs of knickers all still sealed in their manufacturer's bags. Mary pulled the four white pairs out and spread them on top of the dresser, she discarded two because they were too small and flimsy, the knickers she chose had quite a large front, so large that it would have totally covered my sleeping badger before I trimmed it down the week before, the waistband and back strap were just two strings of dental floss to hold the front on place.

Mary handed me the panties, "Get changed dear!"

I stripped off, it was a weird feeling, quite sobering really to undress for a man's wife while he was currently high in my sexual fantasy. Mary opened a wardrobe and pulled out a titanium white basque and handed me that as well. Mary disappeared for a moment and I had finished stripping out of my own clothes and was wearing the basque and thong by the time she returned. She was carrying what looked like a wedding dress but it was so light that it almost floated out of her hands as she walked along.

Mary held her hand behind a double thickness of the material and I could still see her hand through the dress. I pulled it over my head and looked down; I may as well not have been wearing the dress at all as I could see the knickers and basque through the front of the dress.

White stockings and white satin slippers completed the outfit ... All I needed was a veil and a posy and I could get married quite happily.

I was taken down to the living room, when Sid saw me he started wagging his tail as if he were a red setter. Mary had a massive shoulder bag, the kind I would have carried around when my daughters were babies and needed nappies as well as several changes of clothes on a trip. Mary patted her bag, "I've got everything, David's camera is fully charged and its memory has been wiped clean, so we're all set, let's go!"

Mary and I were in the back of the car as we drove to the industrial estate, we parked on the front apron of a factory unit that had closed down and the four of us walked to the end of the road and through a gap in the fence separating the industrial estate from the woodland beyond. I was very aware that the few workmen that were around were looking at me, the way that I was dressed or rather not very well dressed.

I was asked to walk along a path while Sid and David photographed me, it took only ten minutes before I slipped on the mud and ended up on the ground and as I tried to get back up onto my feet the sound of camera shutters sounded like machinegun fire. The dress was ruined, plastered with mud and I was told to take it off. I threw it on the dirt and started walking again in just the lingerie I'd been told to wear. I had mud streaking my stockings and it was getting worse as I walked around in the woods.

"Right, take the basque and stockings off now!"

Sid and David were buzzing around me snapping away as I sat on a tree stump and rolled my stockings down my legs slowly. As the Basque fell away I was topless and just wearing the thong and satin slippers. I was directed where to walk and where to look and fifteen minutes later I was flat on my arse again in the mud.

It was a fight to get on my feet and by the time I was standing up I had mud splattered all over my belly and breasts, "Take your knickers off now!"

I pulled the thong off and started walking up and down again totally naked now. I'd lost sight of Mary but could hear her talking, I looked up a steep bank, Mary was talking to a man walking his dog on the top of the taller bank while I was walking on top of a lower bank. Between the two banks was a drainage ditch and there was an obvious scar leading from the high bank, down through the ditch and up over the lower bank. At the bottom of the ditch where cyclists had ridden it had been turned into a muddy quagmire and I was being directed to the spot where the cyclists had churned up the path

I slipped for a third time, this time totally naked and down into the bottom of the ditch. I was now plastered in mud from head to toe. The next five minutes were a comedy of farcical proportions as I fought to get out of the thick mud, only churning it up even more.

Mary was slipping down the steep bank towards me, "Right boys, you've had one hundred and ten minutes, just ten minutes left so time for your close-up shots."

I was pulled out of the ditch and helped to the tree stump where I had sat down to remove my stockings and basque.. Mary was at my side in a flash, she had a spray bottle of antibacterial wash from her shoulder bag, she was spraying my hands to clean them off and she handed me a roll of kitchen paper. "Just wipe your hands for now!"

The man that Mary had been talking to with the dog was now standing behind Sid and David as they snapped away. Mary put her lips next to my muddy ear and whispered, "I have water in my bag, I could use it to wash between your legs but if you could do a little pee that would clean you out from deep inside and give the boys a great photograph."

Well, actually I did have a rather full bladder and could do with a pee. I slipped off of the tree stump and squatted down to take my pee, "No, sit back on the stump to do it, it will make a much better picture!"

I pulled myself back onto the stump, it wasn't as clean a way to pee but they were paying so I should give them what they want. I let forth a stream of piss, it blasted out of my body, it hit the floor four feet away and splashed up onto the shoes of the three man watching me, not only that but the side spray was clearing the mud from my inner thighs.

Mary's smart phone burbled, "That's it, time's up gentlemen!"

Mary pulled a very thin dressing gown from her shoulder bag and helped me to slip into it, "We'll get you to our house as quickly as possible so you can have a shower and get your own clothes back on and then David will drop you off at home."

I kept looking at the man and his dog as I was helped out of the woods, I saw Mary hand him a business card, she told him to call her in a few day's time.

In the car I felt very uncomfortable, I had mud in my pussy and mud in my arse and covering ninety percent of my body, David looked over his shoulder at his wife, "Well?"

"He's willing to let you film us in bed together, he would have come with us today but it would have been a tight squeeze in the car and he wanted to get rid of his dog!"

"That's a shame, I'd love to film a dog licking you out!" David looked over his shoulder again, he had a cheeky grin on his face, "Or maybe more ..." David jabbed Sid with his elbow, "... you'd like to film something as dirty as that ... wouldn't you Sid?"

Sin nodded his head and said, "I sure would!"

I didn't feel comfortable enough to laugh, I thought back to the changing room and the fact that I'd thought myself so horny that I could rape a dog in the street and here was Sid and David considering filming Mary being licked out or fucked by a dog, Mary didn't look amused at her husband and his friend, "I've told you, I'll do anything you ask with a human ... man or woman but no animals!"

I looked at David's rear view mirror, his eyes were fixed on mine, I could almost read his mind!

"So Victoria, will Sid and me be able to hire you again for an outdoor photo shoot?"

"Yes, if you like!"

"What about ... erm ... Would you let us photograph you having sex?"

"Who with?"

"Well, there are lots of men around who want to have sex with a beautiful woman like you, the man with the dog would have serviced you if you would have agreed, He's going to come over next week to fuck Mary while we photograph him."

"I'm not sure, probably ... depending on the fee and the man!"

There was a long silence and David kept looking over at me as he drove along. We stopped at traffic lights leading into my village. "What about the other kinky thing I suggested to Mary ... I was looking at both of your faces when I suggested it, Mary looked totally disgusted with me but you smiled, it didn't seem to faze you at all."

I had a massive body quake; he seemed to be asking me if I'd perform with a dog ... I think if he had a dog right there and then I would have done it for free, just to take my frustrations away. "Well, you weren't suggesting that I do it so I didn't need to be disgusted with you!"

He'd watched me closely as I had my body quake, the lights turned green and he put the car into gear, he nodded his head and grinned, chuckling to himself.

The girls were home by the time I was dropped off so I couldn't look after my own needs ... I'd just have to grin and bear it until I got the chance to masturbate myself.

I cooked dinner and we ate, talking about our day, Sarah wanted to know how my photo shoot at Paul's studio went and why it seemed to last for six hours instead of just two so I had to run through my impromptu photo shoot in the woods.

It was Dawn's turn to wash the dishes so Sarah went through to the living room to read while I loaded the washing machine. Sarah called out from the front door, "Mum, there's a horny pervert at the door!"

I looked through from the kitchen, I could see Anthony standing outside the front door, "Okay, if he's handsome let him in!"

I heard Sarah say, "I'm sorry, my mother said you can't come in!"

Sarah started to close the front door, "Sarah, be nice ... remember two can play that game!"

Sarah giggled as she opened the front door, Tony came in and Sarah was about to close the door when she saw someone walking along the path and stopped, "Mum, can Mark come in and listen to music in my room?"

"Yes."

Tony came through to the kitchen, he looked at Dawn nervously as she stood at the sink with soap suds up to her elbows. I looked from Tony to Dawn, Tony had a large carrier bag in his hand, it was dark green with huge intertwined male and female symbols printed on both sides of the bag in gold. As Tony looked at Dawn he kind of hid the bag behind his back ... totally unsuccessfully.

"Dawn, if you've finished washing, fill the sink with fresh hot water and just pop the dishes in to rinse, I'll dry them.

Dawn was skipping past Tony, through into the living room and onto the sofa where she'd left her book. Tony closed the kitchen door but I went over and opened it again, "I try not to close my kids out of my life, we don't have any secrets from each other!"

Dawn looked over her shoulder and smiled before returning to her book.

"I've brought you a present ... the thing is, when we met last week I was looking for ..." Tony looked over at Dawn nervously, I could actually see Dawn's ears both flapping.

"You were looking for a prostitute and because of the way I was dressed you thought I was one!"

"I was wrong and I'm sorry ... the thing is, I had a budget for my night's entertainment and all you got out of it was a vodka and orange."

"A vodka and orange and a shag!"

Dawn looked over her shoulder at us and then back to her book.

"The thing is, I didn't use my budget but I did get my entertainment ... so I bought you a present."

"You bought me a present from 'Simply Pleasure' the sex shop on the High Street in Northampton, is it a present for me or for yourself?"

"Both really, I bought you a sexy outfit, I was hoping I could take you out for a drink again tonight and that you'd wear the new outfit for me!"

I was contemplating just dragging him up to bed and fucking him but we'd have to pass Sarah's bedroom and I was in no doubt that she would be rutting with Mark by now and as usual her bedroom door would be wide open.

Tony handed me the bag, the first thing I pulled out was a white Lycra sports bra and then I pulled out a weird pair of white Lycra shorts. The shorts actually looked like two pairs of shorts and the left leg of one pair had been cut from the crotch to the left hip and the other had been cut from the crotch to the right hip and then both shorts had been joined at the waistband so the shorts had just two legs but two fronts and two backs that crossed over each other and the legs hadn't been joined together so the shorts were just like split crotch panties. The final part of my gift was a muslin poncho dress, a ten foot by two foot oblong of hemmed material with a split in the centre for my head to go through.

The dress was just as see-through as the one I'd worn for my walk in the woods but this time Tony was planning on taking me to a pub rather than a deserted wood. I slipped my hand into the shorts and pushed it through the open gusset, "You have to be kidding, I can't go out wearing this."

"The poncho dress will cover it, at least go and try it on; you don't even have to show me what it looks like if you don't want to!"

I took my new gift to my room, walking past Sarah's room I noticed her bedside cabinet's drawer was open and a torn condom wrapper sitting on top of her cabinet, Sarah was safe from pregnancy but she didn't tell Mark that, she still made him wear a condom, I wondered if she was worried about where Mark had been playing!

I could have popped into Sarah's room while Mark was fucking her to collect a few condoms but I changed my mind and went into Dawn's room and raided her box of condoms taking three to pop into my handbag. I stripped totally and pulled the new sport bra over my head, it took me two attempts to get the shorts on, my first attempt resulted in one leg in a leg hole and the other slipping out of the wide open crotch. Once I was finally in the shorts properly and pulled the waistband into place I was surprised to see my reflection, because of the way each leg was pulled from the opposite hip I couldn't see my fanny until I opened my legs.

I pulled the poncho dress over my head, it was totally open all the way down both sides but because of the width of the dress I didn't feel overly exposed until I turned rapidly and the poncho dress flew up.

I took one last look at my reflection as I slipped my feet into my four inch high heel shoes, black and high gloss, the only thing that really looked out of place to me were my shoes under a head to toe white outfit.

I had put my shoes on so I couldn't even pretend to myself that I wasn't going to go out for a drink with Tony in what had actually been sold as a bedroom playsuit rather than a dress to go to the pub in.

Dawn was on the doorstep talking to a boy when I got back down and Tony was sitting on the seat that Sarah usually sat in. He jumped to his feet when he saw that I was wearing the outfit he'd bought me. I was wrapped up in his arms and we were kissing as Dawn tugged at the back of my new dress, I pulled my lips from Tony's and looked at Dawn, "Can Peter come in for an hour please?"

"Sure, just an hour though, I'm going out with Tony for a drink and this week I'd like you to be in bed and asleep before I get back!"

Tony and I walked along my road to Albion Street and past the working girls outside Ali's shop. I noticed that I got a lot of long looks from the men driving slowly along Albion Street looking for a woman to play for pay with them, because Tony and I were walking arm in arm the men just looked but didn't stop and try to pick me up.

We crossed Swan Street and came across Tony's car, he'd parked it in exactly the same spot that he'd parked it the week before. On that part of Albion Street there were no houses, the street went down to the railway line and ended at a tall fence. People often parked in that part of Albion Street in the day to catch the train to Northampton or to Peterborough and the wider country beyond and at night, men would park there to fuck prostitutes in their back seats and save the room surcharge that would go to the pimp or madam.

At this time of night, this end of Albion Street was almost deserted, People had already returned from work and picked up their cars so Tony and I were alone, just past the car he stopped me and pushed me up against the fence. He kissed me and rubbed his hands up and down my ribs, he lifted my new sport bra up under my chin and was playing with my tits in the street, just my flimsy poncho dress covering his hands and my breasts.

After a few minutes of playtime Tony broke our kiss and linked his arm in mine and pulled me towards the path at the side of the allotment leading to the footbridge over the railway line, my sport bra sill gathered under my chin and my melons swinging freely under my poncho dress. Fortunately the soft Lycra of my sport bra wasn't as uncomfortable when gathered under my chin as my usual underwire bra would be so I left it in place, crumpled under my chin ... I'd have to pull it down once we crossed the foot bridge, there would be far more people over that side of the railway line.

The path at the side of the allotments was around a hundred yards long, at the second lamp post, roughly the middle of the path, Tony grabbed me again and began to play with my breasts, this time he wasn't kissing my lips, he had pulled the front of my dress out of the way and was chewing on my nipples. I was cradling the back of his head and looking up and down the path in case anyone came from Albion Street or from the railway's footbridge.

Tony forced my legs apart and he began to masturbate me through the open gusset of my Lycra shorts. "I want to fuck you right here, right now!"

I looked nervously in both directions and I was just about to agree when I saw a man crossing the footbridge. I'm not sure exactly what the man could see but my breasts were pretty much out in the open, "You can't, someone's coming over the bridge."

"Well, that's a major improvement on, 'You can't because we're outside' like last week!"

I punched Tony playfully on his shoulder, as I pulled my bra back into place. I got a very funny look from the man that had been on the footbridge as we crossed paths at the end of the path so I guessed that he probably saw more than he probably should have seen of my body from the footbridge.

Once over the footbridge we were into the real world, the world where people didn't smile at the way I was dressed and didn't wink their eye at me for being dressed like a hooker. Tony and I walked along the main road to the Dirty Duck, once inside Tony went to the bar to buy our drinks while I went to pay Alan Cunnington seven pounds interest on the ten pounds I still owed him. I could easily have paid the seventeen pounds but I quite liked being forced to come to a low dive of a pub and talk to one of the biggest criminals in our small town.

"Thank you Mrs Clarke, it is always a pleasure to see you. I'm surprised at the changes in your appearance over the past few weeks. When I gave you your original loan you looked like a small town librarian, when you came to tell me that you couldn't make your repayment on time, you looked like a housewife and mother. By last week you looked like a dolly bird on the town and today ... today you look like a film star heading for the Oscar's red carpet."

I handed over my seven pounds with a smile and as I did I said, "Not Mrs Clark, it's Vicky!"

"I see you're still unable to pay off the last of your original loan, you could clear your debt and still come to see us every week!"

"I'll see how it goes next week!"

I went to Tony's table and sat next to him, I was directly opposite Alan and as I sat drinking with Tony Alan was staring over at me almost the whole time. I was about half way down my drink when Tony put his hand on my knee and pulled my legs apart. I knew exactly what happened to the shorts when my legs were open, the gusset ... or lack of it opened wide and showed my wide open and dripping wet cunt off to Alan. He smiled and saluted me with his glass of brandy and me; I sat for thirty minutes flashing my goodies off at Alan and his henchmen!

At ten o'clock we left the pub, I'd had two vodkas and orange which was a lot for me to drink in such a short time and I was a little unsteady on my feet. We walked slowly from the pub, we'd crossed the road before the shop doorway that Tony had pushed me into the week before but we closed in on the bus stop with its darkened shelter. We didn't pass the bus shelter, I was pulled in and Tony sat on the seat but I resisted him pulling me down onto his lap. His face turned into a frown as I reached into my handbag and when I handed him a condom the frown turned upside down into a grin as he opened his trousers and rolled the condom down his cock before pulling me down, straddling his lap.

I had my knees on the bench on either side of Tony's hips and I was doing all the work, riding his cock to gain my own pleasure. Tony grasped my shoulders, I thought he was going to pull me down harder onto his cock but instead, he lifted his hands up, lifting my poncho dress off, over my head and my dress was thrown onto the bench at our side.

I fucked him for a few more moments and then he started to push my sports bra up, he uncovered my breasts and started to bite and chew my nipples, I doubled my bounce rate, speed as well as force. His hands didn't stop lifting my bra though, when his hands reached my armpits and pushed even higher I was forced to lift my arms and my bra slipped off over my head too. Tony dropped my bra into my handbag and I was going just a little crazy fucking him.

"Max, heel boy, Max come back here."

A man was just a few feet from the bus shelter, so long as he didn't look to closely he wouldn't see me straddling Tony's cock wearing only split crotch shorts. Every fibre of my body was telling me to sit still and be as quiet as possible so as to not attract the man walking past in the street but my body was demanding action and I was really close to my orgasm. I lifted my body so high that Tony almost fell out of my cunt and suddenly I felt a tongue lick around my vagina and anus and realised that my scent had already given away our position to Max and if Max was in the shelter with us...

Instead of pushing the dog's head away from my backside I leaned to the left and quickly grabbed my dress and pulled it over my head just as the opening to the shelter darkened as the dog's owner came through it.

"Come back Max, get out of ... Sorry guys, I lost my grip on his leash! You do know that you've missed the last bus that stops here don't you?"

I'd stopped bouncing and as the dog's owner bent down close to my bum I felt his breath on my lower back through the flimsy material of my dress. I heard Tony sigh and his body shook, he'd lost control of his orgasm as the man was just millimetres from my bum.

Max fought his master as he tried to drag him away from us. I felt Tony's cock losing his erection and by the time I could safely bounce up and down again there was no cock to bounce up and down on again.

I didn't bother taking my dress off again just to put my bra back on, it was very dark anyway so no one would see enough to see my breasts ... well, not until we reached the area of Albion Street where the prostitutes worked anyway.

We set off past the railway station and took the foot bridge over the track. My breasts, now totally unfettered, were swinging wildly from side to side as I walked naturally and as soon as we hit the occupied section of Albion Street the swinging was even more pronounced because Tony was pulling and pushing on my arm so that my upper body was moving even more than my natural gait would swing.

It was eleven o'clock when we reached my house and Tony opened the curtains so he could fuck me all over again in the open so anyone walking past would be able to see us through the open curtains. Once the second condom of the evening was filled Tony left me to run home to his wife. Just before midnight. I was going to have to find a man that I could fuck with and wake up next too in the morning.

I did my next photo shoot with Paul and as he was snapping away at the first scene he told me that his customer had found a man who looked exactly like Sarah, so similar that they could have been twins or clones of each other, "Would Sarah perform in a 'Daddy/daughter' sex scene?"

I was concentrating hard on holding my pose so it wasn't the easiest thing in the world for me to work my answer out, "Well, to be honest I have no idea, I don't know if she would want to have sex with an older man or if she might have a problem with the whole incest thing."

"Well, will you ask her? They want a ninety minute film so it'll probably take four hours to film it and they'll pay five hundred pounds."

"When will you need to know by?"

"The man is only available on Saturdays, so it's either tomorrow or next week."

"I'll ask her as soon as she gets home from school and I will pop round to let you know."

I got home before Sarah and Dawn got home from school, I had dinner cooking by the time they got in and the first thing I did was tell her about the film offer.

"It'll be a novelty to have a father, I have no Idea how I'd act if I did have one!"

"Well, you do have one but he has no idea that he has a child. I'll run round to Paul's place and tell him that you'll do the film tomorrow!"

I walked to Paul's studio, he was running another class, this time though, they weren't actually taking pictures so much as setting the scene, lighting, back drop and composition so they didn't need an expensive model to sit for them. I just caught Paul's attention and put my thumbs up to tell him that Sarah was okay to act for him the following day.

As I walked from Paul's studio back to home I was approached by a man who offered me seventy pounds for sex in the back of his car, as I had one condom left in my hand bag I accepted his seventy pounds and climbed into his car with him and directed him to the end of Albion Road close to the railway line.

It wasn't really late enough to be fucking in that place, it was still light outside but fortunately the rear windows of the car had very dark glass, we could see people walking past but they couldn't see in. It crossed my mind as the stranger was pounding his cock into my cunt that Tony had turned me into a bit of an exhibitionist, I was certainly getting a bigger kick out of fucking with people walking past just a few inches away from me but in reality ... had he, was it Tony who brought it out in me or was it always in me anyway. I remembered back to when I got pregnant, I was sixteen years old, working in a factory working at a sewing machine, I had a kind of boyfriend, that on and off kind of relationship, he saw other girls and I saw other boys.

When I was at parties I'd let boys fuck me if they had a condom, almost any boy with a condom. I didn't do it right there in front of everyone, I'd let the boy take me to a bedroom if one was available and if not we'd go out in the back garden. At the party that I actually fell pregnant I'd been with four boys in the back garden behind the garage, they had all used condoms on me. One of the boys had managed to step on my knickers and got them all muddy so I'd returned to the party without my knickers on and a very short dress.

Sarah's father wasn't actually in my group of friends, he was a football coach from the junior team and he'd turned up at the party with three of the team, who were in our group of friends. I'd had a little too much to drink and felt a little sick so I'd rushed into the kitchen and as I leaned over the sink waiting to be sick the coach came up behind me and fucked me right there in the kitchen with people milling around us. It didn't take long, there wasn't even a kiss exchanged and when he walked away I realised that for the first time in my life I could feel a deposit of sperm trickling down from my cunt and tracking down my inner thighs.

I had been so drunk that it hadn't even crossed my mind that he hadn't used a condom and so I was in danger of falling pregnant and not one of the people who had walked past us as I was being fucked from behind had given us a second glance and had never mentioned it again. So I knew who Sarah's father was but never told anyone who he was, not even Sarah. And thinking back, I doubted that he even saw my face before he fucked me.

His grunting through his orgasm brought me back to the back of his car, dragged me back fifteen years from the sixteen year old machinist being fucked bent over the kitchen sink to the thirty-one year old mother of two being fucked by a stranger in the back seat of his car for money. He pulled his trousers back on and offered me a lift back to where he picked me up from but I just pulled my knickers back on and told him that I'd walk home from there. I kissed him goodbye, I smiled inwardly at the thought that I'd kissed a 'John' after sex which is more than I did to my eldest daughter's father after he fucked me.

I walked past the working girls waiting outside Ali's shop for a customer, part of me felt guilty that I'd probably taken a customer away from them and part of me felt a kinship towards them ... I'd taken money for sex for the first time in my life ... quite possibly the last time as well. I went into Ali's shop and through into the private room. I picked up another box of Sarah's preferred condom to replace the ones I'd used out of both of my daughter's condom supplies.

The fact that I'd bought my third box of condoms in a week made Ali raise an eyebrow at me, "I hope you don't mind me saying this Mrs Clarke but I have a lot of friends who are looking for ... shall we say ... 'Companionship' ... They could come past my shop and pick up any one of a dozen or more working girls but they are looking for a woman who will give more than just a ..."

Ali blushed at what he was saying to me, if he'd gotten the wrong end of the stick and I had made a complaint about him his business could come under some serious scrutiny from the police, it could be seen as procurement, encouraging a woman to have sex with another person for cash, Ali could be facing a heavy fine and the possibility of a custodial sentence.

"My name's Vicky Ali, not Mrs Clarke, what are your friends actually looking for?"

"Well ... a presentable woman, a respectable woman, a woman that they could take to a restaurant for a meal or to the theatre for a show and have a nice evening but one that they know, at the end of the evening won't say she has a headache or that she's not that kind of woman!"

"Well, I'm not sure that I'm that person at all Ali, it's true that I am looking for work but I think I'd be out of place in a posh restaurant or at a theatre."

"Will you even just consider it, I'll talk to one of my friends, let him take you out for an evening, he'll entertain you all evening and at the end of the date, if you like him enough to let him share your bed, he will give you a 'Gift' ... or rather, give you money to buy your own gift."

"When?"

"I think it will be too late to arrange anything for Saturday evening, what about next Saturday?"

"I'll give it a go Ali, what will the arrangements be?"

"He will send a taxi to pick you up at eight o'clock, the taxi will take you to a hotel or a restaurant."

"How will I know him?"

Ali looked up at his CCTV camera above his head that was pointing down at me, "My friend will know you, I'll send him your photograph, he will approach you."

"What's his name?"

"I have many friends who are looking for companionship, I don't know which of my friends will be looking for companionship next Saturday but he will know your name and will say he is my friend!"

I paid for my condoms and left Ali's shop just as one of the girls was talking to a customer through his car's window, negotiating with the driver for what she was willing to do and how much it would cost him.

I got home at nine o'clock, neither of my daughters were in the living room and there were sounds of sex coming from their bedrooms. I went up the stairs and as usual Sarah's door was open and I could see her on her bed, on her hands and knees sucking one boy's cock while another was banging her from behind. Dawn's door was also open and she was sucking a boy's cock, he was on her bed on his back and she was standing at the side of her bed, bending over the boy.

I crept back down stairs, opened and closed the front door with a bang and shouted up the stairs, "Girls, you'll have to say goodnight to your friends, it's time to get ready for bed."

The sound of boys running for their lives was almost humorous, I hadn't seen the boys around the street before and judging by the sound of stampeding feet on the stairs I probably wouldn't see them again anytime soon.

I did a full cooked breakfast for us all and all three of us went to Paul's studio. Sarah was dressed in some of Paul's clothes to make her look a little younger and I was asked to do her hair into two braids, again making her look even younger.

Paul drove us to the local sports field, we were actually in cricket season but our local football team was having a training day where they would be picking players for the next season. I spotted the two boys that had been in bed with Sarah the evening before, they were wearing football kit but it wasn't our local team's colours so they were probably there to try out for the local football team.

I saw a middle-aged man shouting out instructions at a group pf boys running backwards and forwards between two traffic cones, I recognised him instantly and it was no wonder that Paul's customer saw a similarity between Sarah and the man ... it was because he was her biological father.

Paul took us all over to meet the man that would be playing Sarah's father on film. He was a little disturbed when he realised that Sarah's real mother was there as well, I guessed that he thought that Sarah would be doing this behind her parent's back. Paul made the introductions and I had to stop myself laughing when Brian kissed me ... that was more than he did on the night he impregnated me.

Paul had planned on setting the scene at the sports field, introducing Paul as the father and Sarah as the daughter around the young men, Paul knew full well that Sarah being there amongst thirty young, testosterone filled footballers, would cause a stir and there would be a lot of flirting. Paul spent a long time filming Sarah walking around the side of the pitch and talking to the boys, flirting with them as they flirted with her and she called Brian 'Daddy' whenever they spoke and even though Brian was running the training session Paul kept filming him watching Sarah as the boys flirted with her.

Paul was mumbling "We need a mother!" over and over again and as the half time whistle sounded and the players started to file off the pitch, Paul turned to me and said, "Go and help Sarah cut up the oranges for the players and do their drinks for them."

I got involved in helping with the half time refreshments; I saw Paul and Brian talking in a corner and as I was handing orange quarters out to the players Brian came over and kissed me, then he stood with his arm over my shoulder as Sarah handed out glasses of orange squash to the players.

Paul filmed one of the boys that I'd seen in Sarah's bed the evening before as Brian walked up to him, Brian put his arm over the boy's shoulder, "I think you've done enough to prove you're up to the task Steve, I want to see you on the first day of training and I'll slot you into the team but for now, take your shower, I need to try out one of the other new guys."

I saw Steve look at Sarah as he walked off towards the changing room, Sarah handed out her last glass of squash and followed Steve, Paul followed on a moment later filming Steve and Sarah as they both walked towards the changing rooms.

I collected all the glasses, the knives and the trays and followed on. I put everything in the kitchen and then went and found Paul. Paul was in the doorway to the changing room and filming as Sarah and Steve were fooling around in the changing room; Steve stripped Sarah naked and dragged her into the shower. Brian walked in between me and Paul and exploded all over Steve and Sarah in the shower. The scene ended with Brian dragging a very naked Sarah out of the shower and telling her that they'd talk about this when they got home.

I started to feel a little guilty, I was the only person in the world that knew that Brian was really Sarah's father, that in the next scene, where the world would believe that Brian and Sarah were committing incest while 'Knowing' that it was all just an act, I would be the only one to know just how realistic it all was going to be. I placated myself a little with the knowledge that Brian couldn't make Sarah pregnant now that she was on birth control implants.

We all moved back to Paul's studio, he'd dressed the stage area to look like a living room and a bedroom. I was once again pressed into service as Brian's wife for the film. We were all sitting in front of a TV while Paul filmed us, I made an excuse to leave the living room to go and have a bath, leaving Sarah and Brian alone, I walked through a fake door set into a fake wall and then stood beside Dawn and Paul as Brian stripped Sarah against her will and he fucked her in the living room while I was supposed to be in the bath. I had seen Sarah having sex quite a few times now. I'd even seen her having anal sex and that had been an eye-opener for me but each time her sexual partner had been a boy, the body pounding into her had been a similar size to her own. This was the first time I'd seen a grown up man, a powerful man, a physically fit man, fucking her.

I knew that Sarah was just acting, a 'Safe' word had been agreed, If Sarah wanted things to stop all she had to do was say "Uncle!" and it would have all stopped but she was making a very good job of acting the abused daughter as she kept begging her 'Daddy' to stop while pretending he was too big for her. The sex scene was long and energetic; Brian was taking a lot of pleasure into pounding his sexual frustrations out of Sarah. But he did give Sarah a chain of orgasms before he finished off

After Brian had exhausted himself and filled Sarah's cunt Paul got me to get everyone a drink, Brian and Sarah sat around in the nude and everyone was discussing what could happen in the final five minutes that had to be filled. Paul needed ninety minutes of usable film to fulfil his obligation to his customer and Paul estimated that he had shot about eighty-five minutes of usable film so far.

Brian looked at me, "Well, the only thing I can think of is for Vicky to come into the living room wearing just a towel turban wrapped around her head and asking me if I'm ready for bed, the final scene could be me shagging her in the bed on the other set."

Paul got on his phone to his customer and pressed the mute, "How about it Vicky, they're willing to pay you one hundred pound to star in the last five minutes, full nude as well as full sex with Brian?"

I just shrugged my shoulders and went off to find a towel to wrap around my head to make it look like I'd just got out of the bath, I had to strip off totally just off stage, wrap my head and walk into the living room through the fake door. While I'd been out of sight undressing Paul had reposed Brian on top of Sarah in the position they were in when Brian climaxed into her so when I walked back into the room I 'Caught' Brian on top of Sarah, his cock just falling out of her pussy.

I didn't react to the scene, I just said, "You should have been in bed thirty minutes ago young lady, you're supposed to be singing in the church choir tomorrow for early mass."

Sarah struggled out from under Brian and then I said, "Are you ready for bed darling?"

Brian didn't answer, he just dragged himself to his feet and grabbed my hand as he pulled me back through the fake door that I'd just come through. Paul paused his camera and pushed the little trolley his tripod was standing in along the front of the set so that he was in the middle of the bedroom set as Brian pulled me through that door and the filming was restarted, I looked at Sarah and Dawn as I was thrown onto the bed and Brian pulled my legs wide open and then kissed his way up my body, from my cunt to my lips via my breasts.

Brian's mouth was covering mine as he rammed his cock into my cunt hard. Brian was fucking me the way that he would actually fuck his wife, it did cross my mind that Brian would have already climaxed into me if he hadn't just filled Sarah's cunt. I felt that the way Brian was fucking me was similar to the way the guy had fucked me the day before, the man who had paid me to have sex with him in his car, I only had an orgasm with him because of the people walking past so close to his car. When Tony fucked me, because he wanted to be invited back again he actually entertained me, he made sure that I had my orgasm well before he started to take his own pleasure.

It suddenly dawned on me that I was just lying there, I was like a wet fish, just being fucked and then Paul said that the film cassette had finished. I thought it was all over and was about to pull myself out from under Brian but he pushed me back down on the bed and just kept on pounding away at me until he climaxed.

Paul had used four cassettes during his filming, he'd shot two hours of film to edit down to the ninety minutes that his customer wanted so when we left for the day, Paul had several hours of editing time left before he delivered.

On the way home I asked Sarah if she had ever had sex with an adult before, "Mum, don't ask questions that you really don't want answering!"

On Sunday morning I left the girls in bed and I went to the out of town shopping centre to do a little grocery shopping. Where I got off the bus was right outside cheap and tacky lingerie shop, not the kind of place a woman would ever go in to buy her underwear, it catered for men buying tacky gifts for themselves that they would expect their wives or girlfriends to wear for them. I wouldn't have given the place a second glance apart from the fact that I could see myself in their windows, five of my-selves to be precise. Five life sized pictures of myself in sexy nighties from my first photo-shoot with Paul. I just stood there in disbelief looking at pictures of myself staring back at me, the pictures were almost pornographic, I could see my breasts and my hairy triangle through the thin material of the nighties. I saw a bin in front of the store with brochures in it, smaller pictures of myself in the nighties as well as the pictures of me in the bra and panty sets I'd modelled on my second visit to Paul's studio. I collected a hand full of the sales leaflets from the bin and stuffed them into my handbag. When I got into the supermarket I saw Anthony standing at the magazine rack looking through hobby magazines.

I made a bee-line for Tony, I was just about to speak to him when a woman grabbed his arm, "You're worse than the kids, always wandering off!"

I had to veer off of my trajectory and cut in front of Tony, I reached down for a copy of cosmopolitan. Tony looked straight down the front of my top. It was quite low cut and showed off rather a lot of my breasts. I caught Tony's wife digging him in the ribs with her elbow for looking down the front of my top. She was just apologising for her husband staring at my breasts when she stopped herself, "Victoria ... something ..." she snapped her fingers, "Clarke, Victoria Clarke, I was a cutter at Modern Miss Fashions when you started there as a machinist, I'm Paula Johnson, well, was, before I married this pervert!"

Paula jabbed Tony in his ribs again because he was still looking down the front of my top, even though I was standing upright now, "His name's Anthony and any moment now he'll stop looking at your breasts like a hungry baby! Wow, I can't believe how much you've changed, I'm sure you could get much closer to the sewing machine when I knew you!"

I looked down at my breasts, the way they were standing out from my body and stretching the neck of my top away from my upper chest. "I was only thirty-four inch 'B' cup back then, two kids have had an effect on me I guess!"

Paula smoothed her hands against her ribs, "My three totally destroyed my breasts, I've been thinking of trying to get something done to give me my shape back!"

Paula looked at Tony, "Tony, go and look after the kids ..." she handed him the shopping list, "... you can take them and finish off the shopping, I'll be in the restaurant having a coffee with Victoria when you've finished."

Paula grabbed my arm and almost dragged me over towards the supermarket's coffee shop. We sat at a table where Tony could see us when he'd paid for the shopping. I could see a very worried look on his face as I was pulled away.

"So, what are you doing these days Vicky?"

"I was doing agency work as a machinist until recently, I was ill for a week and they dropped me from their list so I had to look for something else to do to support me and my kids!"

"Husband?"

"Never had one of my own ... just other women's husbands from time to time!"

I wasn't sure if the look on Paula's face was disgust or disappointment, she picked up her cup of coffee and blew into it, I saw her mouth curl into a smile and her eyebrows rose. "I'm sure if my husband had been on his own out there he'd have hit on you ... he has a thing for big breasted women."

I looked out into the store and saw Tony with three kids and he was looking in my direction with a really worried look on his face. "You think your husband is unfaithful?"

Paula laughed, "No, I don't think so at all, I know he's unfaithful. But he only goes off the rails one day a week and he doesn't rub my nose in it. He's half Italian and I knew from our first date that he wasn't the faithful kind of man. So what are you doing at the moment?"

"I'm earning a living modelling at the moment."

Paula's face changed again, her eyes squinted down to slits but her smile grew.

"When you say you're modelling, is that in the same way that the girls from Albion Street and Swan Street say they've been modelling for the past five years when they come in for a job interview?"

It was my turn to hide my smile behind my coffee cup, I dipped my hand into my handbag and pulled out one of the sales booklets I'd picked up and handed it to her.

"Wow, you ... well, you look great in these pictures, I'm sorry if I..."

I stopped her going further, "I do the kind of modelling that the girls on Albion Street do as well, I'll do almost anything to put food on my table or a roof over my kids' heads!"

I'd expected my comment to herald the end of our catch-up coffee break but Paula's eyes had opened wide again and she took another swallow from her coffee. "It's my husband's birthday tomorrow, how much would you charge to ... erm ... model for him?"

"Are you asking me what I think you're asking me?"

Pula looked nervously all around and then she leaned in to whisper, "The thing is, I've bought Anthony a new camera for his birthday and I know full well that he'll expect me to pose for him, when he gets turned on he gets a little..." Paula looked all around again, "... kinky. I wouldn't mind the photographs if he took them in the bedroom but he wants me to pose outdoors and if anyone sees us he has to ... well, I'm sure that I don't have to paint you a picture. Would you pose for him and let him ... if he needs to!"

"Are you trying to trick your husband into doing something so you can divorce him?"

"Gosh no, I could have filed for infidelity before our first was born, his extra marital dalliances just help to add to his skill level and whenever he's been with another woman he's always more attentive to me when he comes home."

"So, would you be willing?"

"Sure, it's a job like any other!"

"How much?"

"I charge thirty-five pounds an hour for glamour photography plus expenses and seventy pounds for thirty minutes of sex!"

"Do you charge extra if someone wants to watch you work?"

"Who?"

Paula was toying with her till receipt as she once again looked nervously, her face turned from natural pink to deep red, "Me!"

"You want to watch your husband play with me?"

Her colour deepened. "The thing is, Anthony has always wanted me to let him ... you know, in a public place in the hopes that we'd get caught, it's his biggest turn on but one I've never let him do for real, just role playing in our own garden ... I really want to see him happy and deep down, I'd like to see how he could get so turned on from his fantasy."

"If it is just you, no extra charge but if I'm going to risk getting caught you'll have to agree to cover any out of pocket expenses if I do get caught!"

Paula spotted Tony and their kids walking from the checkouts, she spread the booklet from the lingerie shop on the table, "Can I keep this?"

I nodded my head.

"Can you write your address and phone number on this for me?"

"I don't have a phone, never really had enough money to keep a contract up but I'll jot my address down for you."

Paula left me and walked over to her husband, she told the kids to push their trolley out to their car while she had a word with Tony, he looked over at me and then at the booklet in Paula's hand and his face slowly split into a Cheshire cat grin and he nodded his head like an excited school boy.

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