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Just a housewife
It seems so long ago now that I was just an ordinary housewife living in suburbia, with my 2 children and devoted husband. We weren't quite the 2 car affluent family seen in modern soap operas but had a comfortable living provided by my husbands' hard work and long hours, my daughters were well-behaved and beautiful girls. I met my husband while at school, I had no real experience with boys before I met John, there was the occasional fumble in the cinema with a boy touching my breast or putting his hand up my skirt but never getting any further than that. John and I married when I was 16 five weeks from leaving school. I left school with no qualifications or real knowledge; I was too busy with fashion, makeup, boys, and gossip to worry about book learning. Well so here I am at the start of my story a woman with 19 years of marriage behind her and two daughters to look after, Clare 14 and Amanda 12 John is 10 years older than me at 45 so that makes me 35. And not as most of my friends and relatives thought pregnant when I married John, that was the biggest shock for everyone except the boys that dated me up to meeting John, they all agreed that I was frigid because I didn't want to have sex with them. John tries really hard to provide for us all with long hours and hard work, the thing is our sex life has suffered, it wasn't great before hand even on our honeymoon we only made love once in the fortnight. Then we settled into a routine that John would get a bottle of wine on pay day each month and that would be the precursor to sex, after the children were borne we went to sex on a quarterly basis whether we fancied it or not. Now it's like a birthday treat, an annual event, like trouping the colour or fireworks night. Please don't think I'm complaining I never really liked sex so I don't miss it it's just the closeness I miss, John isn't usually demonstrative about his love for me, but after sex we would cuddle together until I went to sleep and that was the best part for me. I try to keep in shape and looking good for John, I have still got the body of a 20-year-old and am tight in all the right places with out looking muscular and masculine. So to the story, that's why were all here, to listen to my tail and make some sort of judgement. It was the first Monday of the new school year, Amanda was in her final year at junior school and Clare was in the second year at the comprehensive school. The two schools shared adjoining sites and so it was easy to drop both girls off together at Amanda's school and let Clare take her to the gate and then walk over to her school while I fought the traffic into town. I parked Johns BMW Alpina, his pride and joy, in the multi-storey car park and walked to the lift. There was a man waiting for the lift and I stood behind him, I couldn't see his face but I could smell his after-shave, it was expensive and classy, I felt a tingle in my tummy that I had never felt before. The lift arrived and I followed him in, I still hadn't seen his face it's a British thing; avoiding looking at the people we have to share close space with. But I couldn't avoid the smell permeating the whole lift carriage. I found my self, sniffing in deeply next to the man, he looked round and straight into my eyes, I was shocked, I was caught smelling the mans coat. He told me his name was Kurt from Germany and asked me to join him for coffee in a café across the road, I didn't know what I was doing but I accepted his offer. We sat for an hour in the café I told Kurt all about my life and my children but skirted around my husband, I should have realised then the I was very attracted to my Teutonic friend. I had an appointment and so I had to cut short my enjoyment and left without exchanging telephone numbers or anything so I thought I was safe, as was my marriage. I went about my morning's tasks and did all the errands I needed to do, thinking all the time about Kurt, why hadn't I asked him for his mobile number, what would it hurt me giving him a call to chat some time. I returned to my car about 12 noon, the car park was empty and silent, I took the lift to the 6th floor where I had left the car only to find it missing. John could have took it he had a set of keys but he was due to be in his office all day and would not know where I parked the car anyway. I decided it must have been stolen and I needed to report it to the car park owners and the police. I was just finishing telling the car park manager as the police car arrived and asked me a few questions, then they took me in their car all round the car park in case I just parked some place else and forgot. Eventually they gave me a crime number for my insurance company to refer to and dropped me at the car park entrance, I was just about to start walking to the bus stop when Kurt walked past me. I said, "Hi" and he asked me what was wrong, I told him about the car being stolen and he asked me if he could give me a lift anywhere. I decided to let him take me home even though I had very serious misgivings, we walked up to the lift making small talk and entered the lift very differently to the way we entered this morning. Kurt had just told me a joke as the door opened and the people leaving the lift must have thought I was mad the amount of cackling I was doing, it was just nerves really and the fact the car had been stolen. When we arrived at Kurt's car he searched his pockets and asked me if I had my parking ticket in my hand bag, Kurt had lost his ticket in town, I passed my ticket to Kurt and we drove down the 6 floors to the exit in silence. Kurt put the car into first gear as we left the car park and he let the back of his hand brush along the outside of my thigh all the way to the hem of my skirt. I really wished I had put on a longer skirt today or tights but I was sitting in his car with my bare thighs exposed to his wandering fingers. I looked at his face; he was a little younger than me and very handsome with short blond hair and deep, deep blue eyes. He talked to me and I realised John had never really talked to me in all our 19 years together. As we left the city centre Kurt rested his hand on my knee, touching my bare flesh but with a touch light as a feather I could convince myself he wasn't touching me at all. As we went further out of the city towards my village, Kurt was telling me about all the things he had seen around the world. He pulled my thigh towards him very slightly and I allowed my legs to part a little. Then he gripped my thigh a little more and moved his hand towards the front of the car and I slid a little down in the seat in response. Then he pulled a little more towards him and I allowed my legs to part a little more and so on, he was talking to me all the time he was doing this, without looking once. I realised the crotch of my panties could be seen now below the hemline of my skirt, and for the first time Kurt stopped talking to me and looked down at my lap. I felt on show to him, apart from on holiday no man had this view of me except my husband John, I so wanted to close my legs and pull my skirt lower to cover my self but something stopped me in my tracks. Kurt was smiling at my discomfort, he looked like the cat that swallowed the cream, all but licking his lips, he broke the silence and told me to lift the front of my skirt for him, not asked me mind you but told me. I hesitated and moved my hands slowly to the hem of my skirt, hoping he would tell me to stop he had been joking, but he was watching from the corner of his eye as I hesitantly moved my hands. My hands reached the hem of my skirt and I couldn't think of a good reason to lift my skirt for Kurt, I could think of hundreds of reasons to not lift it but I found myself lifting my skirt all the same. I looked at the view that presented it's self to Kurt and smiled to my self, my panties were Marks and Spencer's best quality full sized white cotton double-gusseted passion killers. I might as well have been wearing running shorts; I stopped my self from laughing out loud, and directed Kurt down the final approach to my house. I thanked him and asked him if he would like to have a cup of coffee before he went back to town, he picked up my hand and kissed it and declined my offer of a drink and sped off into the sunset, well into the High Street. I felt a little let down, it had been exciting in the car having a man touch me, direct me to do things and show a little of my body to a stranger virtually in public. I could kick myself though, I still hadn't asked Kurt for a number or he mine, just as well, I hadn't felt this reckless in the whole of my life before. I phoned the insurance company as soon as I got in home; I explained the situation to a 16-year-old 'new deal' kid on the phone and was told that I couldn't make a claim as the car was only insured for theft from the public highway. I was speechless, I called my husband right away, he checked with his insurance broker who told him we got a discount on the insurance because of that clause. Well far from not being a two-car family now we were a no car family, it would take a long time before we could afford another second-hand car to replace 'Alan the Alpina'. I called the car park manager and he told me there was a sign at the entrance to the car park informing everyone that the management could not be held responsible for loss or damage to vehicles left in the car park. I was devastated, I couldn't believe my bad luck, we had paid £15,000 for the car second hand just this year and now because of a simple clause in an insurance policy we had nothing.
I dressed quickly, I decided to put on my usual M&S passion killers and with the added protection of my tights, my long skirt and I was fully protected. I was over heating but fully protected, it was early August and 80c in the shade and I was dressed for winter to stop myself letting the handsome Kurt get his hands on me. Kurt ran to my front door with a parcel under his arm, he took one look at me and said this will never do I can't take you where we have to go dressed like that. He handed me the package and said, "Here put these on and only what's in the package!" I invited Kurt in to the living room and took his package in to the dining room; my hands were trembling while I opened the wrapping. There was a top that looked just like a sport bra only a few inches longer, a micro mini-skirt and bright red satin thong panties, all in my size. I went back into the living room and told Kurt that I was far too old to dress like this, he just looked at the way I was dressed now and said, "Your far too young to dress like that. I need to take you to see some people to talk about your car, if you are over dressed they will get suspicious that you are the police, you could conceal half the Nottingham constabulary under that skirt you're wearing!!" I went back in to the dining room and started to remove my own clothes, Kurt called from the other room reminding me to put on only the clothes he had given me. I put the top on and looked in a mirror, I could clearly see right through it, my nipples and areola were visible for all to see. I changed into the thong and looked at my self again I had to stand on tiptoes to see in the mirror but it was a terrible site, all my pubic hair sticking out around the skimpy panties. I shouted out that I couldn't possibly ware these skimpy nickers and Kurt told me to go have a shave and it would all be ok. I removed the panties and went up into the bathroom; John had an electric beard trimmer that I used to remove most of the hair, leaving just a short stubble. Kurt shouted from the bottom of the stairs to make sure it was smooth all over, so I used Johns shaving foam and razor to finish the job off. I had finished before I realised what I had done, I was standing there with a denuded pussy mound just because a man who until 3 days ago was a complete stranger to me had told me to. I stroked my mound and was surprised at how smooth and soft it felt. I was starting to get moist between my legs thinking about my situation, I pulled on the panties again and now they looked right but very obscene, I left the bathroom and walked to the stairs. Kurt was sitting on the bottom step looking up as I turned the corner; he whistled up at me sand said, "Very nice Mrs. East". I blushed from my head to my toes and asked him to go back into the living room. I put on the skirt and pulled it as low as possible to cover as much as the scant cloth was able to. I went into the living room to Kurt and stood there, my stomach completely bare, Kurt came over and looked all around me, he tutted and pulled the waste band of the skirt up a little. I looked down and the skirt was now only just covering the crotch of my panties. Kurt told me to do a twirl for him, I should have said no but I just turned in a circle slowly. Kurt told me to do it again but faster this time, as I span around I noticed in the hall mirror I could see the waste band on the thong, and everything in between, when I turned quickly. Kurt smiled and said, "It's taken a long time but you're worth the wait! Now lets go before my contact loses interest in helping us". I was surprised to see Kurt had changed his car to a black VW Golf GTI Cabriolet and the roof was down, it wasn't out of place with the glorious sunshine today but I was hoping to get out of my village without all my neighbours seeing my semi-naked body. I sat by Kurt because the car was a German compact convertible we were very close together, as we pulled away from the curb Kurt rested his hand high on my thigh touching the expanse of bare flesh below my skirt. We went past Mr Brice one of my nosiest neighbours his eyes almost popped out of his head as I passed. I looked down and could clearly see the bright red of my panties on show under my skirt. I tried to pull the hem of the micro-skirt down to cover my crotch but Kurt told me to stop and leave it as it was. I asked Kurt why he had insisted I left the house almost nude, he told me we were going to an underground club and he was going to pass me off as his girlfriend. I looked at him and said, "You expect your girlfriends to dress like this in public?"
I sat sulking at his comments, he stopped the car and told me to get out, I just looked at him, my face still looking like a wet weekend in paradise, "I'm wasting my time with you, we won't get anywhere if you don't look the part today. So out I might as well go and do some work as play with you!" I opened the door and stepped out of the car, he drove off with out even looking back, I started to cry a little I was very confused, I was semi-naked and I was five miles from my home with no way of getting there except walking. There were a few cars passing and one stopped and asked me if I needed a lift, I looked at the driver and was about to accept when I saw the grin on his face while he was looking at my legs, I declined and started walking towards home.
After ten minutes I heard a screeching of car tyres and Kurt's black VW skidded past me, stopping a few yards down the road, I stopped in my tracks, Kurt looked back at me and told me he was prepared to give me one last chance. I ran to the passenger door and pulled at the handle, the door was locked, I looked at Kurt, he told me I had to do everything he asked with a smile or it was off forever. I nodded my head, Kurt opened the door and I sat in the car, Kurt told me to remove my panties, I looked at him again, he widened his eyes and I slipped out of the deep red thong. I placed my hand in my lap to cover my pussy, Kurt slowed the car and I quickly removed my hand, I could see my bare pussy lips just peeping out of my skirt, Kurt didn't even seem to be looking at me and he didn't even touch my leg. We reached the dual carriageway leading to Nottingham City centre and started to overtake an eighteen-wheeler, as we reached the cab Kurt slowed down slightly. The driver of the lorry looked down and did a double take, a sexy woman, even if I do say so my self, in a crop top and micro skirt with a bare midriff and showing some shaved pussy, he was losing control of his truck. Kurt laughed out loud, and started to overtake the next lorry, the driver of the next lorry had his window down and was hanging out of his door to get a good look. I looked quizzically at Kurt and he pointed to a long Arial in the lorry's roof, he said, "CB radio, all the truckers along this route will be looking out for us now. He told me to lift my skirt higher, I did as asked and Kurt looked at my face and raised his eyebrows, I smiled for him. Kurt suggested I recline the seat and I did that too, as we passed each lorry there were catcalls, whistles and horns honking, a great cacophony of noise all along the A52 into Nottingham and with each lorry my nipples grew longer and my pussy grew wetter. As we approached the start of the shopping area in the city centre Kurt told me to put my panties on and return my seat to its upright position. I put the panties back on I noticed a wet tide mark rising along the front of my panties, a dead give away of how excited I really was exhibiting myself to strangers on the open road. Kurt smiled at me and told me I had done very well for him, he patted my upper thigh as he told me I had done really well. We parked in a side street just a little way from the town hall and entered a restaurant; it was a drinking club in the back with 4 tables in the front for people to eat at to cover the licensing rules. We walked in and the talking stopped instantly and all eyes were on Kurt and I as we walked through the restaurant into the rear room. Kurt was holding my hand tightly as we walked in, not for his benefit but to stop me turning and making for the hills. He led me as if to sit at a table and at the last minute pulled me back to him making me half turn and my skirt fly out exposing my deep red thong to all present. There was a sudden raising of the noise level in the room and people were getting on with there own business, we sat at a table that looked to be occupied by a an old boxer, with the mandatory broken nose and cauliflower ear. Kurt exchanged the usual pleasantries with the man and they talked in hushed tones.
Kurt told me to go into the other room and wait for him, I sat in the restaurant area alone until an older man walked in and sat with me. I nodded when he asked me what my name was, he asked again and put his massive fist on the table in a threatening movement.
He clicked his fingers and the waiter came over, my companion told him to get me a Champaign cocktail and he would have a large dark Rum. I told him again I didn't drink but he wasn't paying me any attention, the drinks arrived and I just looked at my drink as my new friend downed his Rum in one gulp, he picked my drink and put it against my lips and just said, "Drink!" I said I needed the toilet and moved as fast as my shaky legs would carry me into the ladies toilet, it was dark, dank and disgusting in there, I just stood shaking. A woman walked in and asked me if I was with the German, I said, "Yes" she told me he was bad news, I should get away from him as soon as possible, I would be better off working for her boss than the crout. I told her I didn't work for anyone, she looked at my dress and smiled and said, "We working girls shouldn't lie to each other". I was shocked she thought I was a prostitute, she was a prostitute!!!!! I was in a toilet talking to a prostitute, dressed like a prostitute. "Is Kurt a pimp?" I asked. Kurt is into everything she told me, there was a loud bang on the door and a deep voice boomed out "This drink is going flat, now get out here and finish it". I quickly left the toilet with a passing comment from the other woman to do as I was told in here or it would be very unpleasant for me. My new friend was standing by the door with the Champaign cocktail in his hands, I took it from him and drank it down in one go. My very large friend told the waiter to bring more drinks for us right away, my head went into instant swim mode, I never drink, I never drink in the morning and I never down a large cocktail in one go. The next drink arrived and I took it and sipped it gently, my hero downed in one again and laughed out loud, he moved around the table and sat next to me. He placed his massive hand in my thigh and pushed it up towards my pussy, I remembered the last words of the girl in the toilet 'do as you're told in here or it will be bad for you'. As his hand passed my skirts' hemline and reached my panties he hooked his fingers inside my panties and pulled upward. I felt the flimsy material give way and my pussy was exposed, my skirt was pushed back and the guy with the bad breath was looking at my bare mound. He turned his hand and forced his fingers between my thighs, one finger felt like it was as big as Johns cock, he forced it into my dripping cunt. There was a loud crashing sound; splinters of glass were all over the place. I looked up to see blood pouring from the back of my large friends head.
Kurt smoothed my skirt down and led me out of the club; we were walking rather fast and jumped into his car as fast as we could. We sped out of the Side Street and Kurt started laughing, a very nervous laugh not the confident laugh I had heard from him so far. As we drove to my village Kurt was strangely quiet, he lifted my skirt to look at my pussy instead of telling me to do it for him, he didn't touch me just looked. We arrived home about 3 o'clock and again I asked Kurt if he would like to have a drink, again he turned me down, I was so confused. As I stepped out of the car my resident nosy neighbour was standing in exactly the right place to see up my skirt. He nearly had an Angina attack as my pussy opened its lips to him and winked, I walked into my house and slammed the door falling with my back against it and sliding down on to the floor. I was ticked off, I had been on a sexual high for 4 hours, nearly raped, exposed to all comers on the public highway, treated as a prostitute. I needed to feel a hot, hard cock in my pussy NOW!!!! I could not believe how much I needed sex, why did Kurt stop the man in the club; it would have been nice to climax on those massive fingers. Why didn't Kurt want to fuck me, I was getting desperate for sex now. John came home later than usual as we no longer had a car for him to use to get home, eight miles from town don't sound a long way in a car but on local buss services it was an eternity. The busses only ran hourly at ten minutes to the hour so if you missed the ten minutes to six bus the next was ten minutes to seven which got in to the village at ten minutes to eight and there was a thirty minute walk home from there. When John walked in the door at twenty minutes past eight his face was like thunder, I had re-heated his dinner for him and it was waiting in the table as he walked in the door. He asked where the girls were and I told him they were in bed already, he looked at me suspiciously and asked why, I told him they had three late nights and Amanda was shattered and I suggested Clare could do with an early night too and she agreed. After his meal John went into the living room and sat watching TV, I sat on the sofa next to him and rested my head against his shoulder, the events earlier in the day had me aroused more than I thought possible. As I slid my hand onto John's stomach he leapt up tripping over the coffee table and almost diving headlong into the TV set, he said, "I have to go down the pub for half an hour to see about the darts match Friday night!" I knew the half hour would be optimistic as it would take him that long to walk to the pub, if he spent half an hour in the pub it would be ninety minutes at least until he returned, that would be at least ten-thirty more like eleven o'clock. We would both be too tired to make love by then, I went straight to bed as soon as John walked out of the house, disappointed, rejected and frustrated. It was seven am and once again John couldn't find his clean shirt, the whole house was awake, I handed John his shirt, he stood and finished dressing while eating a piece of toast, put on his tie and jacket and left the house. The girls were eating their serials still dressed in their nighties, I was dressed which was strange for me but as I had put on the crop top with no bra and the short skirt with no panties it didn't take me as long to dress as usual. By seven forty-five both girls were leaving the house to catch the dreaded school bus and I was tiding the house when the doorbell rang, it was Kurt, I was stammering a hello as he dragged me out of the door. "Lots of things to do today, no time to do them in" he said. We went down the path and there was a Ford Scorpio parked at the roadside, I sat in the car and got a shock from the cold seat, I remembered, that I had no panties suitable to ware under the micro-mini skirt and so had none on. We drove around Nottingham to the other side of the city, I was disappointed that Kurt hadn't touched me at all during the drive, hadn't looked at my bare pussy or anything. There was a garage under some railway arches, we screeched to a halt in front of the most dilapidated set of doors. Kurt opened the door and there was my husband's pride and joy, his BMW Alpina, no number-plates but I recognised it from his works car park sticker in the window. I pointed it out to Kurt and he was really angry, he took a razor blade from a bench at the back of the garage and scrapped the sticker from the window, then he used a solvent to remove every trace of glue from the window. I was puzzled by Kurt's actions but in the last few days I had seen and done a lot of things that had made me confused, Kurt pulled me by the hand back to the Scorpio and we headed south on the M1 Motorway. We arrived in North London 2 hours later all the time Kurt was talking on his mobile telephone, we drove directly to a scrap yard and Kurt pulled me along to the office to see a rather grubby man in a rather grubby room. Kurt called the man Paul, and introduced me as his latest girl, I felt a little twinge in my stomach at being called his latest girl but I was definitely dressed for the part. Paul told Kurt he had exactly what Kurt needed, but he had changed his mind about payment, Kurt said, "We agreed £200!" Paul said, "I want 20 minutes instead!" I was just looking out of the window at the piles of scrapped cars and other detritus littering the yard, men coming and going with tyres, headlight clusters and radios, I could hear the animate heated discussion behind me but was oblivious to it. Paul stood and walked to the door as he was going through it he said, "I'll leave the decision to you then Kurt, but it's my final offer". I looked at Kurt and asked him if there was a problem, he was looking uncomfortable, he told me he looked after a few prostitutes in Nottingham. He told me the scrap yard owner thought I was a prostitute and would only give Kurt the documents if I spent 20 minutes with him in the office. I was stunned into silence, I asked Kurt if the documents were that important, and he just nodded his head, "Essential" he said. I was still feeling very frustrated and rejected from my sexual high of the past few days and the fact that my husband had avoided me last night so I said, "OK!"
Paul walked into the office, he hadn't even washed his hands, he just stood in front of me and pulled me to my knees with my hair. I was taken a little by surprise, I didn't know exactly what to expect but I thought normal pleasantries were going to be observed. I was obviously wrong; Paul opened his trouser zip and took out a rather poor specimen of manhood. It was hard but nothing to shout about, he thrust it towards my mouth and I guessed I had to give him a blow job, something I had never done for John no matter how often he asked me to. I was getting turned on though and started to blow him, I felt his cock grow a little in my mouth, it was like a vote of appreciation for my new found oral skill. I sucked harder and used my tongue to play around his cock head, it grew a little more, Paul was panting now, his face was bright red, he looked in difficulty but happy. He fired his cum into my mouth I was overtaken by it and couldn't keep from blowing it all from my mouth, it felt like a cup full of the saltiest thing I had ever tasted in my life. Paul slumped in his chair, his cum and my saliva covered his trousers, he looked down and laughed.
Paul looked out of the window and knocked, he beckoned to someone outside and sat back in his chair, his cock was still out and he pulled my hair again and my face was pulled into the mat of saliva and cum in his lap. I took his flaccid cock in my mouth and started to try to awaken it. I felt a hand on my ass, lifting my skirt, and there was a gasp from both men as they sae I was panty-less. I felt a massive cock between my legs and the stranger behind me was forcing his huge member into my pussy, doggy style, Paul started to harden and grow again. I was feeling fantastic; the cock in my pussy was bigger than anything I could have ever imagined. I was climaxing from the first push in my hot and tender box, Paul was pushing his growing cock deeper into my mouth and I was finding difficulty in my own climax because Paul's cock was touching my throat preventing me from breathing properly. The tempo in my pussy was speeding up and I was driven over the edge into my climax over and over again, Paul erupted into my mouth for a second time, which I swallowed between gasps of yet another climax. The cock filling my pussy, blasted deep within my womb and spilled all over the floor mixing with my cum juice already there. Paul looked terrible, he was sweating profusely, his face was bright red and he was having difficulty breathing. The guy in my pussy said, "Dad you know you have to take it easy, where's your pills?" I looked back and there still engaged in my pussy was a 16 year old boy, as he pulled his rapidly softening cock out of my pussy it must have been over 10 inches long. I smoothed my skirt down and opened the door to the outer office, Paul called me back to him, he kissed my cheek and patted my ass. Kurt looked sheepishly at me and asked if I was ok, he looked past me to the two men in the inner office adjusting there clothes, I just nodded with a little smile on my lips, and a massive grin inside. Kurt went into the office while I stood outside, I hadn't reached a full climax and a strange teenager's sperm was swimming in my womb but I felt a million times better than I had this morning when I left home. Kurt followed a few moments later with some documents in his hands, he told me we just had to collect some plates and watch a car get shredded and we could go home. There was a BMW Alpina exactly the same as my husbands, colour, model everything except it was two years newer and had had a major side impact. Kurt removed the number plates and the boy who had fucked me so well only moments before picked up the car with a forklift truck and dropped it in the car crusher. We watched until the block of mangled metal came out on the conveyor belt, Kurt said, "well that's that lets go home". I sat in the front seat of the Ford Scorpio, on the plush leather seat leaking a boy's cum all over it, I felt so uncomfortable, every time I moved on the seat it squelched. Kurt opened the glove box and took out a window leather and asked me to sit on it, it felt nice against my skin, a little dirty but so soft. We reached Nottingham around 2 p.m. and went straight to the railway arches and opened the garage door. Kurt lifted the bonnet on John's car and checked the VIN number against the documents, he had the VIN plate from the crushed BMW and drilled the old plate off of Johns car and riveted the replacement plate in place. Then he checked the engine serial number and said it was good there was only 3 digits difference. He used a chemical to lift the grease from around the serial number and a small electric welding gun to weld over the indentations in the aluminium cylinder head. He used a small grinder like a dentist would use on teeth to flatten the weld lines down to a level and then placed another attachment to the grinder and etched the missing digits into the serial number. It was not good enough to fool an expert but to me it looked good. Kurt then walked over to an old engine standing outside the garage and scooped some of the old grease on his fingers and rubbed it in to the serial number, now no one would be able to tell the forgery. Kurt went in to the car and emptied the glove box and door pouches and put everything in the bin, I complained that some of the things belonged to my children, and Kurt told me to replace them with new. He fitted the registration plates he got from the scrap yard this morning. He finished checking the car and removed something in a black plastic sack from the boot that looked like a shotgun, I asked Kurt what the car had been used for and he told me never to ask. He handed three brand new ignition keys and the vehicle documents to me and told me all the locks had been changed and one key would fit all the locks. I asked Kurt how much I owed him, Kurt told me he thought I wouldn't be able to afford it and I said, "Well money would be a problem but I would have to get it somehow!" Kurt told me I could work it off like the £200 for this morning. I asked Kurt if he expected me to work as a prostitute for him to pay for a car, he nodded his head, I was once again shocked but also excited, this morning had given me a taste of forbidden fruit and I liked it. At exactly four pm I drove from the railway arches into Nottingham in my husbands old BMW dressed up as a newer car. There was a new speedometer with much less mileage than it should have had and the inside was spotlessly clean. I thought the car even felt better to drive, I went directly to my husbands office and as I had thirty minutes before John finished for the day I popped into the admin office and asked for a parking sticker for the new cars front windscreen. I met John in his office and told him I had a surprise for him, it was just a few moments to knocking off time so we left and John's face was a picture when he saw the gleaming BMW Alpina sitting in the car park. I handed him his key and he drove out into the street as proud as any man could be, then at the first set of traffic lights he turned to me and asked how we could afford it. I told him I had taken a part time job at weekends and evenings until the car was paid for, not totally untrue but the type of work would be my little secret. It was almost a week before Kurt called me on the phone, they needed some one at the Kings Head hotel in Nottingham, two businessmen had asked for two girls who were new to the game. Kurt told me I would meet a woman called Cheryl in the bar with the two men at seven pm and I could keep half of any tips I made, the rest would go towards the car payment. I was there in the car park at six thirty very nervous and also very excited, I went into the public bar and bought a bottle of imported larger, which I sipped from the bottle very slowly. I had told John I would be working possibly quite late as relief barmaid at the pub but was vague about the name to prevent him phoning me there. There were only two people in the bar, both looked like business men, I looked for forty-five minutes for a girl that might be Cheryl, but at seven-fifteen there was just me and two horny men. The landlord asked me if I was Rose and I said yes blushing from my head to my toes, "Telephone for you" he said. I went into the back room and spoke to Kurt, he told me he couldn't find Cheryl and there was no other girl to help me out, I would have to satisfy both men my self. I tried to protest but it made no difference to Kurt, I gathered my courage and walked into the bar and asked the men if they were expecting Cheryl, they nodded there heads and I told them the bad news. One of the men told me I was dressed like his wife, I looked down at my full-length skirt and bottom warming tea shirt, I did have nice shoes with a two inch heal and the dress looked nice just too long. I went to the barman and asked if he had some scissors in the bar he nodded his head and he handed me a pair, I went into the ladies toilet and carefully cut the dress just below my panty line and the tea shirt just below my bust. The bra came off and I looked in the small mirror at the general effect and it was damned good. I returned to the bar to catcalls from both men and the barman too. The men told me they wanted to go into town dancing at a night club, they would pay extra for me to go dancing with them before we completed the transaction that brought me to the hotel tonight. I agreed but wished they had told me before I cut my clothes down. It was putting off the inevitable but that was ok by me, we got a taxi and were dropped off at a seedy nightclub just off the main precinct. The men paid the admission fee to get in the club and got a round of drinks in, I danced with the younger man who was trying to tell me his name but I stopped him and said, "much better if we keep it business like ok?" He nodded his head and we danced close for the entire record. I danced the next dance with the older man the dance was a fast one but we danced slow to it, I felt so strange with two men paying attention to me and being very seductive with there dancing, anyone would have thought they weren't paying for me tonight. When we weren't dancing, I sat between both men letting each kiss me in turn, we danced a lot, drank a lot and kissed a lot and at midnight they decided we had to go back to the hotel while they still had the energy to fuck me. We arrived and they had to use the front door key to get in as the night porter was nowhere in sight. The younger man asked if they should toss to see who's room I started off in and I asked them either of them were shy, they said, "No!" Almost in concert and I asked them why we didn't go in the same room together, I was being a little mercenary really it was thirty minutes past midnight and I could see me being here all night if we split up. I sat both men down on the double bed and stood in front of them and did a sexy striptease, it took no time really one tea shirt, one skirt and one pair of panties, three minutes I was naked. I lay on the bed and asked the guy's why I was the only one in the room in the nude, the men fell over themselves to strip and join me on the bed. I let the older man fuck me first while I gave the younger one a blowjob, I expected the older man to cum within seconds and I could then savour the younger mans much bigger cock in my cunt. I was wrong, the older man was far from a quick shooter, I was royally roggered in my cunt and got a mouth full of cum before the older man cum-washed the walls of my love tunnel with a gallon of spirit-de-man. I had two climaxes, which surprised me totally. Then the younger asked if I would double-header them, I said yes even though I didn't have a clue what a double header was. The older guy lay on the bed on his back and pulled me on top of him, he inserted his still hard cock into my pussy. The younger man knelt behind me and eased his cock gently into my ass hole, I was too shocked to utter a word and by the time I could speak all I could do was sigh ahhhhhh! I felt so incredibly full and climaxed a dozen times at least before both men filled me with hot cum again. I told them it was time I went but the young man pouted that he hadn't fucked my cunt yet so I made him wash my shit off of his cock and gave a very soft old man a blow job while young man fucked my cunt. I didn't really feel him inside me and when he finished fucking me there was a large cum stain mixed with my shit on the bed sheets, I was so full of cum that as I tried to stand it ran out of both holes like a mini Niagara Falls. I dressed as quickly as I could, it was 3am and I would have some explaining to do to John coming home at this time of the night with my clothes ruined. The guys both thanked me profusely for giving them such a wonderful night and gave me £150. I looked at it and the older man said, "That's for you, a tip, we paid the German earlier, we wont even ask for a rebate for only getting one girl because you were so good!" The younger man told me he would tell Kurt that I had a £50 tip, he knew I'd be expected to hand over some of my tip so I could keep the other £100 for myself. I drove home very uncomfortable with cum dripping out of both of my holes, my panties were disgusting and would have to be disinfected and washed as soon as I could. It was a good thing the car seats were leather, I rubbed over the seat with my skirt off-cut to make it as clean as possible, it was three thirty when I finally got into the house. John was in bed and I slept in the spare room so as not to wake him, I couldn't afford for him to touch my pussy or ass it would be dead give-away to what I had been doing all night. As soon as John woke up he was straight into the spare room asking me what time I got home last night, I told him I had no idea, he said the pub would be closed by eleven so I should have been home by eleven-thirty at the latest. I told him the landlord had a lock in till way after 1am, John said it wasn't worth £3.50 an hour to be working to that time in the morning. I held out £100 to John and said the £3.50 an hour supplemented by tips came to £100 for the night tax-free. John picked up the cash and looked at it, "How often can you work there", he said. I told him I would only be needed to cover emergencies, he told me I should try to get a permanent job there. Nine am the phone rang, Kurt was on the line and he was so happy.
The directions Kurt gave me were easy to follow so I arrived thirty minutes earlier than expected, there was a stag party planned to start soon in the massive private house, I was shown to a bedroom by the owner of the house. He was very good looking and around forty years old, he told me he was divorced and the party was for his older brothers son who was going to be twenty and married this week end. There were forty men invited to the party, the host had paid Kurt for 4 girls to entertain the guests, I looked at him and said, "What like stripping?" Bill looked at the bed and said, "No, not stripping, I need you to entertain in here". I had some new sexy underwear and a see through nighty that I unpacked from my overnight bag, Bill looked at the nighty and said, "The others aren't expected to arrive for thirty minutes so could we!" He nodded towards the bed and I got the message loud and clear, I started to undress, it was a cold feeling just stripping for a man for money. Both the other times I felt wanted and sort of loved but now I was going to fuck my first punter for cold hard cash. Bill stripped and I helped him get hard enough to put on a condom, another first for me making a man put on a condom for sex. I lay on the bed and opened my legs, very clinical, I had told my self that I wouldn't enjoy this and was feeling that things were going exactly as I thought they would. When Bill put his cock into my pussy an electric shock hit my clitoris, I was a driven woman, I pulled Bill as deep into me as I could, I wanted him to be inside me so completely, not just his cock but all of him. We only fucked for four or five minutes but I felt wonderful, I achieved a climax just as Bill did, when I finally opened my eyes and looked at Bill I saw true love on his face. He told me that was the first sex he had had in five years, and the best sex in his life. I just smiled at him as he pulled his smaller than average cock out of my rapidly becoming large cunt; he pulled off the condom and looked around in vain for something to clean himself up with. He ran out of the room and returned with a roll of toilet paper and a waste paper bin; he cleaned his cock off and put condom and paper both in to the bin. I dressed in the see through nighty which, even though I say so my self looked good on me with nothing underneath, Bill told me I looked wonderful and looked around the room again, he was looking for something. He dashed out again and returned with a small biscuit tin, he placed it on the dresser at the side of the bed and placed £30 in the tin. I was just saying thank you as the doorbell sounded, Bill left me to sit by my self while he went to the door, a few minutes later a young man walked in the room and asked me what I would like to drink. I asked if there was any coffee going. The young man said, "I guess Uncle Bill would have a pot on the go someplace, are you sure you don't want anything stronger?" I shook my head and the man was gone again returning five minutes later, I asked him if he was the lucky birthday boy and future groom, he nodded his head. I asked him if he would be visiting me tonight and he said, "I'm here now would you like to fuck me and show me how it's done?" I had a sip from my coffee and set it down by the biscuit tin, I started to pull my nighty off and the young man, Tim stopped me, he opened his fly and put a condom on his hard cock. He left me totally covered and put my legs close together, he lay on top of me with his legs either side of mine, I was about to point out the flaw in his plan when he entered me. Again the feeling was like an electric shock in my clit. Tim fucked me in that awkward position for fifteen minutes before finally filling the condom, I had reached two orgasms while Tim was fucking me, he removed the condom, wiped his pecker and dumped both in the bin. Tim felt in his pocket and pulled out £20 and placed it in the tin at the side of the bed. The doorbell had been constantly ringing while Tim was fucking me and there were sounds of a full-scale party going on down stares, I drank my coffee and cleaned up my pussy ready for the next man to join me. It had been a long night, I had lost track of the number of men I'd satisfied between eight-thirty and two am, I had to remove a large amount of cash from the biscuit tin as it was overflowing, and the bin was disgustingly full of toilet paper and condoms. Fortunately I didn't have to scrabble about in the bin to see how well I had performed. I had called in at the cash and carry on the way out to the stag party and brought a display box of forty-eight packets of three Durex condoms and there were thirty-three packs left, which meant I had services about forty-five men. The sums just didn't add up, there were supposed to be forty guests, so even with some gatecrashers I would have expected to only be looking after ten or twelve men not forty-five. I spotted Bill as I was leaving, and asked him how many other girls had turned up and he smiled and said, "Only you!" He asked me if I could stay the night but I told him I had children to look after in the morning and my husband would be concerned if I stayed out all night. Bill gave me a business card and asked me to ring him on his mobile phone anytime of the day or night. I arrived home and sat in the car counting the stash of cash in my overnight bag, I had made just over £1000 in tips and was a little panic stricken about how to explain just over £1000 to John. I went round the back of my house and placed most of the money, my overnight bag, sexy clothes and ninety-nine unused condoms in the garden shed. I took only £100 in the house it was three am and John was sitting asleep in the arm chair, I decided not to wake him and face awkward questions at three in the morning so I went to bed leaving the £100 in an envelope on Johns lap. In the morning I was woken up with breakfast in bed, John had found the money and was over the moon, £200 for two nights work in a pub, I was starting to earn more per hour than him, especially as I wasn't paying taxes or insurance. John asked me when I was working again and I told him I was taking a night off, he looked a little down but told me to keep in good with the pub managers, I shouldn't blow this good little earner. I rang for Kurt as soon as John was out of the house, a girl picked up the phone and I asked for Kurt,
I would have to tell John that I would be spending all night working in a London Club as a stand-in cocktail waitress and would be travelling at the clubs expense by train. I got my mum to look after the girls over night and all day Saturday so I could sleep in, in piece. Kurt had given me good directions, a train ticket and a hotel room, I was in one of London's best hotels, treated like royalty and pampered by the best flunkies in the world. The journey from Nottinghamshire to London was a long one, I slipped into a piping hot bath and drifted off to sleep, I was unaware of the presence of the other person joining me in the bathroom. I nearly leaped out of the bath when a finger softly traced the outline of my breast under the bath water. I opened my eyes to see a vision of feminine beauty standing in a hotel bathrobe, it was open slightly and I could make out she was naked under the robe. I asked her who she was and she replied she was Sam and she was a friend of Kurt's, I asked her if she was here to help me with the trick and she shook her head and told me she was the trick. Kurt had booked adjoining rooms in one of London's plushest hotels, Sam had entered from her room and found me asleep in the bath and decided to join me. I was unsure what to do with a woman, I was hoping she would make some moves so that I could just follow her lead; she just stood looking at me laying in the bath, naked, after a few minutes that seemed like days. I decided I would have to take charge, I had only managed to get away from home for one night after all, I thought what would a man do to me to make me feel sexy and special. I stood up in the bath and stepped out, I pulled the tie holding Sam's robe closed in the middle; it fell open and revealed a fantastic body to match the face. Sam had 36'D' tits with a flat tummy and really wide hips, she had a neatly trimmed pussy and her skin was flawless. I took her robe off completely and helped her into the bath, I washed her gently taking my time, cleaning every pore of her body, worshipping at the female alter to the love goddess. I had never touched a woman in this way before, I was getting turned on with each stroke I made on her body, by the way she was breathing I was having the same effect on her. I leaned forward and let my lips gently, imperceptibly, touch her lips, she responded by opening her lips slightly, I let my tongue enter her mouth by a half inch and was immediately met by her tongue. We kissed like this for a long time probably 20 minutes, then I took her hand and helped her from the bath, I placed her robe around her shoulders and led her to the balcony over looking one of London's Royal parks. The night was warm and the noise of the city far below gave a rhythm to the night that is never heard in Nottingham. I put a bath towel on the floor and helped Sam to lie down on it. I started to massage her body, her breasts and down her tummy I followed my hands with my mouth, paying special attention to her nipples, trying to get them as erect as possible. There was a special magic about being in the open-air naked and making love to a beautiful person man or woman. Sam qualified as one of the most beautiful people I had ever seen and here I was with my fingers entwined in her well-trimmed pussy hair and my mouth covering a very responsive nipple. I let a finger slip over Sam's clitoris and her body tensed in response, I was playing her like a violin each 'bow' of my finger across her love button made her resonate, the note was getting higher and higher until I made high 'C' and she climaxed. I was amazed at the power I had over her, lifting her near to completion and letting her down again at will. I hope no one ever gets this hold over me, that I would hate to let my self succumb to another's whim like Sam succumbed to mine. I couldn't take my mouth from Sam's nipples, the feeling was like no other I had ever had, each time I brought her near to her climax her nipple would stand erect like a mini cock. Dawn was starting to break over the park, the sky was totally clear and was, appropriately, the deepest of Royal Blues lighting the Royal park, it was approaching 4 am, I patted Sam's backside and told her we needed to get some sleep. Sam begged me to bring her off one last time, but with my mouth this time, I smiled at her and moved position. My mouth clamped over her pussy and I started to work my tongue deep as I could into the folds of her tortured pussy, it looked red and sore from hours of my fingering. She was reaching her orgasm within seconds but not the little whimpering orgasms that she had twenty or thirty times during the night, this one was a full-blown, baying at the moon type orgasm. Sam's lithe body was jerking about so much I was having difficulty keeping my mouth in contact with her pussy, Sam was creating such a noise that a man came out of the room next to mine, he stood looking at us without a word. My backside was pointing straight at him and I was unaware he was there, Sam could see him, and in her near delirious state beckoned him to come over the low wall separating our balcony. The man was dressed only in his bathrobe and as he came behind me he just opened it and plunged his rock hard cock into my pussy from behind, I was both surprised and happy to feel my pussy get some attention. I started to lift my head to see who was giving me so much pleasure but Sam held my head to her love tunnel and ground her pussy hard against my mouth. I really needed the attention on my pussy I had been making love to Sam for almost five hours without so much as a touch to my pussy, it was dripping juice because I was so turned on and now I was being filled by a very large cock. I climaxed within two or three minutes, I was having difficulty breathing as Sam had clamped her pussy over my mouth as tightly as she could, I felt a torrent of hot man cum filling my hungry pussy. He didn't make a sound as he climaxed just deposited his seed and then I was empty, still full of man juice but definitely empty I again tried to look at my impromptu lover but Sam stopped me. It was five am when we climbed into my bed together Sam and me, the night had been very long and I was totally drained. I woke around two in the afternoon to find my self alone, there was £3000 in an envelope on my bedside table, it was a stark reminder that I wasn't Sam's lover I was her prostitute, I cried a little, packed my overnight bag and left the room. The journey back to Nottingham was uneventful and I had lots of time to think about how I felt, the first woman I had ever made love with, a feeling like no other I have ever had and the letdown at knowing I was being paid to play. I decided to look for more female lovers but not as punters, I wanted to wake up to a kiss from a female lover not a cold envelope on my bedside table in a plush hotel room. I was no longer just a housewife, that was for sure, but I was finding it hard to rationalise being a common prostitute. I took the £3000 to Kurt and told him that would be the last customer I would be seeing for him, I wanted my life back right now and he would have to cut his losses and let me go.
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