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First Published: 25 February 2016

Working at the Truck Stop
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, Prostitution, Public Sex, unfaithful wife, Rom

How did it start? You may well ask!

We had just trundled through our fourteenth wedding anniversary; as usual Rob had forgotten a card, flowers, chocolates or gift. I'd got Rob a card and a pair of gold cufflinks with 'RC' engraved. The card wasn't new, I'd bought it for our ninth wedding anniversary and once I realised that Rob had forgotten our ninth wedding anniversary I put the card and gift I'd bought him away. Just like I would do once again, the gift wasn't wasted though; the gold cufflinks would be presented to him for his birthday present or his Christmas present just as I'd done with the gift I'd purchased for his anniversary for five years.

The following week, seven days after our non-existent wedding anniversary we were due to go to one of Rob's friend's wedding in Brighton. I'd arranged for our kids to stop over the weekend with Rob's parent's and we were booked in for two nights at a seafront hotel. We'd planned to drop off the kids at Rob's parents straight after school and drive down to Brighton as soon as Rob got home from work.

Friday night was a big piss-up, twenty wedding guests were stopping over on Friday night and even more were due to stop over on Saturday night too after the wedding supper. The complaints on Friday from other guests in the hotel averaged five for each of us, I think Rob actually generated two complaints out of the one hundred lodged with the hotel management. Most guests were still drunk for the wedding on Saturday afternoon. From the wedding we all went to the funfair and the wedding photographs were all taken on the various rides.

The main wedding meal was from two o'clock in the afternoon until four in the hotel that many of the guests were staying in and at four o'clock the dining room was reconfigured for the evening disco. Rob changed out of his formal suit into something a little more casual for the disco while I changed into a little cocktail dress, charcoal rather than black and under it I wore a white basque, white thong and white stockings. It wasn't the way I usually dressed but as my fourteenth wedding anniversary had been such a bust I was hoping for a little 'Something-something' after the disco from my husband.

At ten o'clock I realised that my husband would yet again be a washout, he was totally pissed and unable to stand by ten-thirty in the evening and then, as bad as things were they took a turn for the worse. Five of the rugby players in our party had been involved in a punch-up with a rival party in a nearby hotel and the police had been called. As the police were trying to round up all the fighters someone triggered the fire alarm in our hotel to help the fighters evade capture and we were all asked to leave the hotel because of the fire alarm being triggered and while we were all standing around on the promenade the bell hops pulled trolleys full of cases and bags out onto the pavement in front of the hotel, they called out room numbers, they took the room key and handed the bags over containing everything they had found in the room.

As we looked down the main street full of hotels the 'Vacancy' signs flicked to 'No Vacancy' as if they were all controlled by a single switch. I didn't often drive Rob's car, I could park four of my little cars in the footprint of Rob's huge monster but as he was pissed and curled up on a bench on the promenade, I'd just have to put up with it for once.

I had to drag our heavy bag around to the car park and load it into Rob's boot. By the time I'd managed to get the car out onto the promenade again Rob was in the process of being arrested for vagrancy as he had no money in his pocket, no form of identity and was insensible through drink. I had to bat my eyelashes at the two police officers and flirt a little to get them to change their minds and instead of throwing my husband into the back of the paddy wagon, they threw him in the back of our car.

I selected home on the car's sat-nav and then reviewed the route, just as I had suspected the route was motorway all the way and the one place I didn't want to drive a car the size of a bus was on a late night motorway so I flicked through the options and selected avoiding motorways. The journey would take several hours longer but I would feel a whole lot safer on the minor roads.

About halfway home I was feeling very tired, very thirsty and desperately in need of a toilet. I had no idea how I would get a drink, a Red Bull would come in handy or an espresso but at two o'clock in the morning on the back roads there were few options, it crossed my mind to stop in a lay-by and find a secluded bush to take a piss behind. I was looking out for somewhere to pee when I spotted a brightly lit building on top of the hill ahead of me, an overnight truck stop and twenty-four hour transport cafe.

I pulled in behind a large van in the car park and I shook Rob to try and wake him, see if he needed a toilet break or a drink, as I shook him I realised that he'd already taken his toilet break some miles earlier, ''Bloody good job it's his car and the seats are leather. At least he'd be able to have the car valeted on Sunday so it would be ready for work on Monday.'

I grabbed my handbag and locked Rob into his own car. I walked across the darkened car park, as I walked past a lorry the driver leaned out of his side window and said, "How much love?"

I stopped dead in my tracks; I hadn't spotted the open window as I walked along because it was so high up so having a stranger suddenly talk to me out of the blue, or rather black of the unlit car park had shocked me almost as much as what he'd said.

"Didn't think we'd see any of you girls around here after last month's police clampdown!"

I was trying to say that I wasn't a prostitute but my mouth refused to work again until I'd had a pee and a drink. The man dropped out of his cab and gathered me up against him by wrapping his arm over my shoulder. I looked back nervously to see if Rob could see me but his car was totally hidden by two lorries.

I obviously didn't have my head on right because I allowed the man to guide me over towards the cafe. The front of the cafe was brightly lit, it looked more like a disco than a cafe and the passageway from the outer doors into the building was illuminated with black light tubes, I could see the toilets ahead of me and the door into the cafe was on the left, I tried to say toilet but all I could do was point in the direction of the ladies sign, "Okay love, I'll grab us a couple of coffees and a table in the far corner!" he pointed into the far corner with a wicked grin on his face.

The lighting inside the toilet was also black light tubes, it was to prevent the use of intravenous drug taking as the veins wouldn't show under black light but I was brought to a dead stop when I saw my reflection in the mirror, the white of my lingerie had been picked out by the black light and it looked like that was all I was wearing, the charcoal dress had totally disappeared, no wonder the trucker was giving me a lecherous grin, he could see what I was looking at now out in the corridor.

I sat on the toilet mulling things over. Working out how long it had been since I actually had sex with Rob, well, I say sex, Rob had sex with me roughly every six to eight weeks but sex for him is more a 'wham-bam-thank-you-mam' and I seldom got close to my climax before he had fired off, kissed my cheek and rolled away from me to go to sleep. It had been almost a year since I last had an orgasm with Rob and then the thought crossed my mind, 'Rob was pissed out of his head and laying in a pool of his own piss in the back seat of his car and in the cafe there was a handsome, slightly older man who desperately wanted to fuck me!'

I'd have to tell him that I wasn't a hooker though, if he gave me an orgasm that would be payment enough, 'What the hell! There's no way you can be serious, that bloke probably uses prostitutes all the time, he could be infected with any kind of STD under the sun!'

I listened to my inner voice and mulled it over in my head, 'But a condom will sort out any problems like that!'

'Ah! But what if he doesn't have a condom or if he refuses to use one?'

'He thinks I'm a whore so he'll use a condom!'

'But if you're a whore you'll be expected to have your own condoms!'

'Bloody good point, now that might be a problem!'

I wiped, flushed and pulled my thong back into place, washed my hands and dried them and then left the ladies toilet. I hadn't heard any movement in the corridor outside the ladies since I had arrived so I took a chance and instead of going into the cafe's dining room I dodged into the gent's toilet and found what I'd expected to find in all men's toilets, a condom machine, I loaded the coin tray, pushed the money in and collected a three pack of Durex that I popped into my handbag.

I skipped quickly out of the men's toilet and over to the doors into the cafe, I spotted the trucker in the corner but instead of two cups of coffee on the table in front of him there were six cups and four other men as well. 'Ha! Now get out of that one missy, you'd better admit defeat now and run for the safety of Rob's car!"

I really hated it when my inner voice thought it had the better of me so I took a deep breath and I pushed the door open and sashayed into the room making the best use of my six inch heels to perform my best 'Cat-walk' impression as I walked over to the table and slipped in the seat at the side of the trucker that I'd walked into the cafe with.

I got five smiles as I flashed a little stocking top as I sat down. "I'm Roger, That's Steve, Bill, Gary and Alan. We all used to come here regularly for the girls that worked this truck-stop and I think I'm right in saying that tonight is the first night that we've all parked up here since the police raid, so, what's your name and how much do you charge?"

'Don't be stupid, don't tell them your real name!'

I really wasn't good at making things up under pressure; it made me a really bad liar.

"Clarke..." 'Don't say Victoria, for God's sake don't say Victoria!' "...Sarah Clarke!"

Okay, so how guilty did I suddenly feel for using my thirteen year old daughter's name instead of my own?

"So Sarah, What's the tariff then?"

'Tariff, what the hell is a tariff?'

'I'm not sure that I should help you but I think Roger means what do you charge for different services!'

'Services, services, what kind of services?'

'Don't ask me, I only know what you know but you'd better think of something quickly, they're all looking at you!"

I looked around the table; ten eyes all looking at me! "Well, I'm the new girl on the block, what do you guys usually pay out here?"

I saw Roger look around the table trying to hide a grin, "We usually pay fifteen quid for full sex without a condom!"

I took a sip from my coffee cup, "I'm surprised at you Roger, I thought that you were hoping for a little fun tonight but we won't have any kind of relationship if it's built on lies will we?"

"Okay, twenty-five quid with a condom!"

"Still sounds a little low to me Roger; I can't imagine a girl making a living on twenty-five a time."

"Okay, okay you've got me, thirty-five quid for half an hour, extra if it takes longer!"

Well, considering the fact that I was willing to let Roger fuck me for free I'd managed to parlay it up from fifteen quid to thirty-five pounds, not that I actually wanted the money but it was kind of nice to be valued so highly.

"So, we going to my truck, get the evening started then Sarah?"

I swallowed another mouthful of coffee and picked up my handbag and we walked to the door and the black light tubes that would make my dress disappear as we walked along the passageway.

I followed Roger up into the sleep cab of his truck, he closed the curtains and turned the interior light on and then he stripped himself naked before pulling my dress off over my head, he didn't want me totally naked, just knickers off, he had full access to my breasts over the top of my demi cup basque. I 'Fluffed' his cock up to full strength and rolled one of my three condoms down his cock before I let him fuck me. I had an orgasm in the first few minutes, it wasn't that he was so good as a lover, I guess it was the fact that we were in a truck's sleep cab in a truck stop, four other men all knew what we were doing and my husband was sixty feet away sleeping in the back of his car and he could wake up at any moment and come looking for me and the noise I was making he wouldn't have to look very hard!

Roger filled his condom at around twenty eight minutes and he seemed content to lay there on top of me as his cock deflated. I remembered from school that condoms weren't the safest things in the world once they had been used and filled with semen, I was on birth control implants so I wasn't worried about pregnancy but if any sperm did escape the sheath I could be susceptible to sharing any diseases that Roger had.

I bucked him off of my body and retrieved the condom from his cock, I drew my hand up the length of his cock three times to make sure that his pipe was emptied into the sheath, I tied the neck and popped the condom into a tissue in my handbag.

I pulled my dress on but didn't bother with my knickers as my fanny was literally dripping wet with my own lubricating juice. I hadn't mentioned the money but Roger handed me thirty-five pounds as soon as my head popped back out of my dress. I shook my hand full of his money, said "Thanks," and kissed him on his cheek before slipping out of the truck. I needed baby wipes in my handbag, I always had a travel pack of baby wipes in my handbag when the kids were younger but not now when I needed them for myself.

I walked back to the Cafe to use the toilet to clean myself up a little and to dump the used condom. I also wondered if I should dump the other two condoms that were in my bag, Rob would kill me if he found condoms in my handbag. 'No, don't be silly, you never know when you might need a condom, just keep them well hidden.'

I took another pee, I had at least an hour's drive left and it was three o'clock in the morning, I left the toilet and walked towards the exit and out into the night air, Alan was standing outside the main doors watching me walking towards him, the smile on his face told me that he could see my basque through my dress under the black light, "Hi Sarah, we drew lots, I won so I'm next, erm, if that's cool with you!"

Well, I hadn't planned on a double roll but then I hadn't really planned on rolling with any man other than my husband if I was lucky, I smiled at him and thought, 'Really Alan, one man is no different to any other so long as the thirty-five pounds was in English money.'

"Which is your truck Alan?"

"The white Mercedes parked behind the BMW with the sleeping guy in the back."

Well, I had to gasp at that, fucking Roger sixty feet away from my sleeping husband was one thing but less than eight feet away from him, now that was an exciting edge of a different magnitude!

Alan helped me into his cab and gestured for me to go through into his sleep cab, "Aren't you going to close your curtains Alan?"

"Can't, the track snapped when I opened them this morning and I'll need some tools to fix it so it will just have to wait."

"Well, if the curtains are open you can't turn the lights on!"

Alan grinned, "Okay, I can live with that."

I was dis-dressed in a flash, Alan didn't strip, just pulled his trousers down, he counted out my thirty-five pounds as I 'fluffed' his cock up and rolled the condom down the length of his shaft. Alan flipped me onto my back and as he fucked me I looked towards the front window, Alan's truck had one of those mirrors mounted above the front window so the driver could see his front bumper to make sure that there were no obstructions before pulling away, from my position, flat on my back in his bed I could actually see into the back or our car and as I had a massive orgasm as I watched my husband sleeping.

I did the trip to the toilet again, dumped the condom in the loo and 'freshened myself' again and headed out to the car park. Gary was lurking around outside, "Hi Sarah, you ready for another customer?"

"Sorry Gary darling, I'll let you be first next time but at four o'clock I need to get home before my husband wakes up!"

Garry scribbled a name down on a piece of paper, "That's my CB handle, give me a shout next time you're working, channel fourteen, if I'm in the area I want to be first."

Gary kissed me on my cheek and then he headed back to the lorry park and I slipped over to Rob's car. I peeked nervously into Alan's lorry, he had his back to the window so I slipped quickly into Rob's car and headed out of the car park as quickly as I could.

I'd fucked two strangers, I'd earned seventy quid, had great sex, more orgasms than I could remember having in my life to that date and all within sight of my husband if he'd been sober enough to have opened his eyes.

On Sunday I took my own car to pick up the kids from Rob's parents house while he took his car to the valeters to have the piss taken out of it, well, piss and smell of piss. I hid the one remaining condom in my underwear drawer and set about the task of forgetting all about my night trip of fun but sadly for me, I just couldn't shift the idea from my head and two weeks after my trip to the truck stop I found myself dressed up in a basque again, stockings, short dress with a low cut bust line and a thong not even attempting to cover my arse.

I got a few funny looks from my daughters because I was dressed up to the nines so early in the morning. Robin, the fifteen year old boy from across the road knocked on the back door and Sarah opened the door for him, he had that silly schoolboy grin on his face when he saw Sarah, the same silly grin he'd had for the past seven years but his reaction when he saw me was a new one on me though, his jaw dropped and his eyes popped out on stalks, Sarah punched his shoulder to stop him ogling me. It was seven o'clock in the morning and the kids were about to leave for the school bus, I kissed the girls good-by and told them to have a good day, something spurred me to say, "I might be a little late home this afternoon, If I'm not here when you get home just get started on your homework, I won't be too late!"

'What did you say that for?'

'Just in case I'm a little late!'

'So what are you planning then, all dressed up like a prostitute and running out of the house at seven o'clock in the morning!'

'Nothing, I just could be late home that's all.'

I stopped off at the superstore and picked up a box of ten condoms and a small pack of baby wipes. I told myself that I wasn't going looking for sex, just going for a drive in the country but like a good scout, I was prepared.

Even though I hated driving on the motorways I headed straight for the M-one motorway, I got on it at Junction fourteen and headed north, just one mile from the junction I started to leave up the slip road into Newport Pagnell service station, I had to take the right hand lane into the car park even though I was really interested in the parking lot to the left where a row of twenty lorries were parked across the width of the lorry park.

There was a large sign telling car drivers that they only had two hours free use of the car park and that after two hours they would be expected to pay for parking and if they didn't pay on the spot then they would be sent a parking ticket through the post. I walked to the toilet block and opened the box of condoms and gave my fanny a quick wipe over with a baby wipe. I left the toilet and walked past my car. I crossed the feeder road from the motorway and into the lorry park.

The front row of the lorry park was totally full so there were twenty-two lorries of different shapes and sizes, most of the lorries had their curtains closed. When I reached the front of the first lorry I have to admit that I was totally turned on, so much so that I was putting extra effort into walking like a model so that my thighs rubbed together to try and give my pussy a little friction action in the hopes that it might quell my cunt's demands for action.

Well, I'd walked past the front of twenty-two lorries but all of the drivers seemed to be sleeping so I didn't get a single look, I walked down the side of the last lorry, past the rear and there was another disappointment, the second rank only had two lorries parked, the first of them had its curtains closed but I could see that the second lorry's curtains were open and the driver was sitting in the passenger seat brushing his teeth.

My heart was pounding when I realised that the driver was watching me walk past the front of the first truck seven empty bays away. I fought the temptation to grin at the driver. I was walking slowly and as I passed the third empty bay I watched the driver slide out of his cab and he leaned against the front of his lorry as I approached.

"Hello darling, you looking for a bit of mischief?"

"Depends! What do you have in mind?"

He looked at his watch, "Well, I'm stuck here for another hour before I can get out on the road again, what will it cost me for an hour of your time?"

I have to say once again, the money side of things hadn't driven me on to this point today but charging for sex definitely set the ground work.

"I usually charge thirty-five pounds, full sex with a condom for thirty minutes but as it's a little slow this morning you can have an hour for the same price."

He grinned at me and opened his passenger door and helped me to climb up into the cab. I didn't stop by the front seat though, I stepped through to the sleep cab and my dress was off before he closed the door.

"You want me like this..." I was kneeling on his bed wearing just my basque. "...or shall I take this off as well?"

"Don't you want me to close the curtains?"

"Not important, all the other lorries have their backs to us!"

He grinned again and he pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and peeled out seven five pound notes. I tucked the notes into my handbag as I fished out a condom and held it as he stripped off.

I was about to rip the condom packet open but he put his hand on mine, "Can we play a little, you know, once that's on it's pretty much the end game!"

I popped the condom on the side of the little kitchenette above the headboard of the bed and held my arms out to him. The last time I played the working girl the three men just wanted to fuck me, get their balls empty within the thirty minutes and they were all well used to the way a prostitute worked, they didn't even try to kiss me because apparently prostitutes didn't let customers kiss them on their lips. I didn't even bother asking him his name, I just allowed him to scoop me into his arms and because I was so turned on I smothered him in kisses, almost painting his face red with my lipstick.

I started out wearing my basque, the suspenders from the basque was attached to my stockings even though my stockings were hold-ups and didn't actually need suspenders. He had my basque off in ten minutes, "Can I go down on you love?"

'What does he want to do?

'You know that mythical thing that they write about in Cosmopolitan!'

'What, you mean the female orgasm?'

'No you Muppet, he wants to perform oral sex on you!'

My mouth turned up into a silly grin and I nodded my head. He pushed me onto my back and his mouth clamped over my cunt and he performed for fifteen minutes bringing me off a dozen times as I watched the other trucks pulling out one by one. And then I felt a little exposed as a gap developed in front of me, I let my upper body drop and I tapped him on his shoulder, "You ready to wear this now?"

I waved the condom at him and he slithered up my body, he almost got his cock engaged in my cunt before I twisted my hips and threw him off-course. I rolled the sheath down over his cock and as he fucked me I let him kiss me as if I were his wife. He gave me three more orgasms before filling his condom and pulling out.

I gripped his cock by his balls and pulled my fist along his cock to empty the pipe into the condom before pulling it off and tying a knot in the open end. I took a baby wipe and cleaned around his cock and balls and then wrapped the condom in the used baby wipe. I took a few more wipes and did a quick cat-wash, under my arms, under my tits and between my legs and all three tissues were added to the ball holding the condom.

I dressed quickly and walked over to the toilets in the main building; I dumped the ball of baby wipes with its condom centre and took the opportunity to have a pee while I was there. I checked my watch, I'd been parked there for an hour and forty-five minutes, I could have paid for extra parking but that would have brought me to someone's attention and I didn't want that so I called It a day for Newport Pagnell service station, well, the northbound side at any rate! I had to drive north for about fifteen miles, I was slowing down to leave the motorway at junction fifteen and then it dawned on me that just another four miles further north was a much larger services that would hopefully have more trucks, it was ten thirty in the morning so it could have been a total bust but instead of leaving at fifteen I rolled on to fifteen-A and the Northampton Services.

Again there was the huge sign saying that I could only stop for two hours. I didn't need the toilet but fought the temptation to walk straight to the lorry park, too many cameras around and it would have looked very suspicious if I had driven in, parked my car and then walked straight to the lorry park, especially the way I was dressed.

I was going to just walk into the building, turn and head back to the lorry park but I thought about it for a moment, I wasn't so 'Pent-up and frustrated' as I had been earlier, I'd had ten good climaxes and really I should have just gone straight home, I was just being greedy.

I walked through the building, I passed the shop, the restaurant and the fast food outlets. I saw the stairs that led up to the footbridge over to the southbound side of the motorway and took them.

I left the building on the south side and walked over to the lorry park, it was ten-thirty and I had expected the lorry park to be almost empty but there were more lorries parked at Northampton Services at that time of the day than were parked overnight in Newport Pagnell service station.

I walked down one row of lorries and then up the next when a driver tapped his windscreen to attract my attention, I walked over to his side door and he wound down the window and leaned out, "Business love?"

"Sure, what you looking for?"

"Standard, straight sex!"

"Thirty-five for thirty minutes!"

He looked up to the sky and then he nodded his head, he gestured his head and pushed his door open for me to climb up into his truck. I followed him into his sleep cab, "How do you want me?"

He handed me a twenty, a ten and a five pound note pushed me onto my back and pulled my knickers to one side, I had to think really quick to stop him plugging in before I had the chance to wrap his pecker in latex. Once I had him all wrapped up safe and sound he looked at the clock above his bed, I looked as well, ten forty-five so he had me until eleven fifteen. He was in no hurry, he fucked me slowly and languidly for twenty minutes before he hooked his elbows behind my knees, folded me in half and pushed my knees against my ribs and then he started nine minutes of fast and furious pace, pounding his meat into my body so fast and so hard that I couldn't help but bay at the moon as I had an earth shattering climax. The trucker filled his condom at the same instant that I climaxed.

He pulled out and I did my usual milking the shaft before removing the condom from his cock. Suddenly a voice barked out above my head from a loud speaker, "Ice Bandit, Ice Bandit, you finished that ten-one hundred yet? Back!"

The driver smiled at me, "You looking for more customers?"

I thought about it, I'd fucked two men already and had two very different experiences, it was eleven fifteen so I still had over an hour of parking time allowed so I nodded my head as I wiped between my thighs with baby wipes.

The driver picked up the mike to his CB radio and pressed the talk button, "Ice Bandit to Rubber Band Man, I haven't been ten-one hundred yet, I found a Lot Lizard and took a little rec-break! Back."

"Ice Bandit, What's your twenty?"

"Rubber Band Man, my twenty is fifteen-A southbound. Back!"

"Damned it to Hell, I'm on the forty-three, I passed your twenty, fifteen minutes ago, of all the rotten luck and now I've got a mandatory rest break for forty minutes!"

"Where are you taking your break good buddy?"

"Rubber Band Man to Ice Bandit, I'm in the large lay-by on the forty-three just past Towcester and I could sure do with some company over here. Out."

The trucker looked me in the eye, "Well, if you don't mind a little drive, just drop out of the car park here and head west, cross the A-Five roundabout at Towcester, cross the next roundabout and the lay-by is on a sweeping bend after the diner and petrol station, Rubber Band Man's truck is bright orange, you can't miss it."

He raised his eyebrows at me to illicit a response, I bit my lip, I was getting further and further away from home all the time but it still wasn't lunch time yet, I thought for a while and then I nodded my head.

"Ice Bandit calling Rubber Band Man, I'm sending the Lot Lizard to your twenty and I'll get back to you after my ten-one hundred. Ice Bandit down!"

I walked across the truck park with Ice Bandit, he popped into the toilet and I dropped my usual ball of condom and baby wipes into the bin in front of the toilet block and then I ran over the footbridge and over to my car, once again my heart was pounding, this was the first time I was actually going to an appointment for sex. Fortunately Northampton Services was one of the few on the whole M-one that you could turn around at and go back the way you came and because of that I could get onto the A-forty three easily and head west.

As the needle on my speedometer touched eighty miles an hour I had to start being honest with myself, when I left home I'd tried to convince myself that I was only looking because I was so sexually frustrated because Rob wasn't looking after my needs even when he was looking after his own. Now, as I drove faster than I'd ever driven in my life before I had to admit that I really loved the thought of no strings attached sex with total strangers and the cash that I was making was just a nice sweetener, the frosting on top of the cake.

I saw the lay-by and the bright orange lorry parked up, I walked down the passenger side and knocked on the passenger door. It popped open and I climbed up the ladder until I could see over the passenger seat, "Rubber Band Man?"

"That's me darling and what do we call you?"

"Sarah."

My friend told me that he was really happy and you charged him thirty-five, so if you're happy with that again we can do business together."

I held out my hand to shake his and after we shook hands he slapped thirty-five pounds into my palm. I climbed up into the cab and on into the sleep area, Rubber Band Man's truck had a bed over the cab instead of just behind like the other lorries I had been fucked in so far. I was stripped naked and as I was about to climb up into the bed when he stopped me, my upper body was pushed down onto the bed and my lower body hanging down behind the driver's seat and he came at me from behind so I was really glad that I'd skinned his cock in latex before I started to climb up.

The only thing that was stopping people passing the truck from seeing me was the driver's seat and his head rest, I couldn't see how much or how little I could actually be seen but at over five thousand vehicles an hour it only took one person in a hundred cars looking my way and that would make a whole lot of people seeing my furry pussy. I climaxed from his cock entering me for twenty five minutes solid and when he finally pulled his cock out of my cunt I actually fell off of his bed and collapsed into a heap behind the driver's seat.

I was drenched from head to toe with sweat and it took a dozen baby wipes to clean myself up once I got the use of my muscles again. I kissed Rubber Band Man as I climbed out of his cab and waved good-by as he pulled out of the lay-by.

I was approached by another driver as I walked back to my car, "Sarah, Sarah Clarke?"

"Yes."

"I was talking to Roger The Dodger, he met you over on the A-one, I didn't believe him when he told me just how stunning you were, Any chance of me taking a turn?"

"I'm sorry darling but I'm done for the day, I'm really sore after the Rubber Band Man so now I just need to go home for a bath."

"How about hand relief?"

"Fifteen!"

"Okay, where do you want to do it?"

I spotted his van, it wasn't a truck, just a small panel van, no bedroom, no sleep cab and only two seats in the front. I opened his passenger door and told him to stand with his back to the hinge and then I stood blocking the view of anyone behind me as I opened his trousers and rubbed him to victory in five minutes flat.

I pocketed the fifteen pounds and then jumped into my car and headed home. I drove straight to the garage behind our house and parked in the garage, my car didn't really need to be garaged but Rob's car was too big to fit in it and, officially, we only had those two spaces. I walked down the back path; I spotted my eleven year old daughter, Dawn, sitting on the front door step struggling to do her homework.

I walked into the kitchen and put my handbag on the table, I heard Sarah giggling and she was out of breath and she said, "No, I told you that you can't take my knickers off, I'll wank you but that's all I can do!"

I stepped into the living room and Robin was chasing Sarah around the sofa, Robin was naked and Sarah was only wearing her bra and knickers. Robin had pushed Sarah backwards over the back of the sofa and was kissing her belly as he tried to pull her knickers down. Sarah was giggling and saying, "Stop!" over and over again.

Robin suddenly caught my shadow in the kitchen doorway and his eyes looked up from Sarah's body and he froze when he realised that I was standing in the kitchen doorway and he was totally naked trying to pull my daughter's knickers down.

Sarah giggled twice more, she realised that something was wrong because Robin had stopped kissing her belly and stopped trying to pull her knickers down. Sarah looked up into Robin's face, she saw that all the colour had drained from his face and he was frozen to the spot looking towards the kitchen doorway. Sarah let her head turn towards the doorway and she saw me upside down. Sarah tried to get her upper body back upright but didn't have the strength so she allowed her legs to flip over and did a backwards roll off of the sofa and onto the floor.

'Ask them what the hell they think they are doing!'

'No stupid, that's the worst thing to do, it's no big deal and anyway, just remember where you've been all day, it'll be hard to take the moral high ground after selling your body to four total strangers.'

Robin stood upright and his cock bounced as he looked at the way I was dressed, for a fifteen year old boy he was very well equipped in the trouser department, he saw me looking down at his cock and he covered himself with his hands. I saw Sarah's expression turn from shock at being caught in such a compromising position to one of hardness, she was waiting for the torrent of vitriol to come pouring out of my mouth.

I turned my back and headed for the bathroom at the side of the kitchen rather than the family bathroom on the upper floor. I started the water running and closed the sliding door, not all the way closed and I didn't bother locking it, I just ran my bath to a load of whispering from the living room between Sarah and Robin.

I slipped naked into the hot water and let it cover my body, I cursed not going up to the family bathroom as the bath up there was longer than the second bathroom so I would have been able to stretch out more.

The door opened an inch and then two, Sarah's head appeared around the edge of the door and she looked at me in the bath, she hadn't bothered putting her dress on, she was still wearing just her bra and panties.

"Erm, mum, are you okay?"

I looked up at her and spotted Robin standing behind her as she stepped into the bathroom, he was wearing just his underpants and when he saw my bare breasts covered in suds his underpants grew a tent pole standing out in front.

I looked from Robin to Sarah, "I'm okay, just a little disappointed I guess, I thought that you were smarter than me, brighter and far more intelligent than I was at your age but I guess it's like mother like daughter."

"What do you mean mum?"

I looked at Robin again, his cock looked like he was peeing, his pre-cum was causing a wet patch to grow over the end of his cock. "I was thirteen and your father was seventeen, he convinced me that he loved me and that...well, it was just a way of expressing our love for each other, he told me that I couldn't get pregnant at just thirteen, he told me that I couldn't get pregnant my first time and because I was stupid and my mother had refused to allow me to go to the sex education classes at school, I believed him and I let him..."

I wiped my face with the face cloth, "...I thought that if I didn't let him have sex with me he would dump me for a girl closer to his own age."

I rubbed the bar of soap into the face cloth and then rubbed my body with the soapy cloth.

"I can't say I regretted doing it, especially when you were my fourteenth birthday present from your father, we managed to get married before Dawn was born but only just, that's why there aren't any photographs of our wedding day, because I had a fifty-six inch waist at the time."

"We weren't going to do it mum, I just...you know, kiss him and rub him... he liked to play though, he likes to fight me to get me out of my clothes but he knows that I won't let him go all the way..." Sarah looked over her shoulder at Robin, "...even though he really wants to go all the way with somebody, anybody really, he loves me, he's been mad about me since I was six and he was eight but sometimes a boy just has needs!"

I ignored the fact that Robin was watching me from the kitchen and I stood up in the bath to wash my lower body, Sarah looked shocked, then she looked from me to the kitchen where Robin had suddenly turned to stone, he'd even stopped breathing but fortunately I knew he was still alive because I could see his pulse in his cock as it nodded up and down at around two hundred beats a minute.

I squatted back down in the water to rinse the soap from my body and then I stepped out of the tub and wrapped myself in a towel. I walked into the kitchen and looked at Robin's cock trying to punch a hole in the front of his underpants.

I looked back at Sarah still standing in the bathroom, "Don't you think that you should take Robin up to your room and help him out before he bursts a blood vessel or something worse!"

Sarah looked even more shocked than she had when I stood up in the bath but then she softened and smiled and she walked past me gesturing for Robin to follow her, I stopped him in the doorway and went to my handbag and pulled out three condoms, I pressed them into Robin's hand, "If I catch you fucking Sarah without one of these on I'll cut your nuts off, make her pregnant before you marry her and they'll never find your body! Do I make myself clear?"

Robin nodded his head and then he followed Sarah up the stairs happily clutching his condoms.

I opened the front door and Dawn tumbled backwards into the hallway, "Were you supposed to be keeping a look out for me driving past?"

Dawn shit herself when she looked up and saw me standing there wrapped in a towel, "Well, if you were, you're not very good at it. You can come in and do your homework at the kitchen table."

Dawn looked all around as she walked in, I saw the look on her face, "Where did you hide the body?"

Robin gasped out loud in Sarah's bedroom and Dawn suddenly called out, "Sarah, mum's home!"

Sarah replied, "You're a little late, she already caught us!"

Robin gasped again and Sarah asked him if that was okay for him.

Robin said, "I'd rather use one of these."

"You're fucking mad, she'll kill you if anything goes wrong, you can just find an older girl who doesn't mind you screwing her."

"You think your mum would let me?"

"Sarah, you need to close your bedroom door, your voices are coming through loud and clear down here!"

Dawn settled in at the kitchen table to do her homework and I spotted Robin's clothes in a pile next to Sarah's school uniform in the corner of the living room. I collected them all up and carried them up to Sarah's bedroom. I opened Sarah's bedroom door and walked in, Sarah and Robin were totally naked lying on her bed next to each other and I was surprised to see that Sarah was doing her homework and Robin was helping her.

"You have thirty minutes and I want you both dressed and sitting in the living room on your best behaviour. Sarah's father won't be half as understanding as I am."

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