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Written: 28 May 2019
Book Club by Isabella
Story Code: M/F, M+/F, Oral, Anal, Prostitution, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Glory-hole I got an early surprise, it was only eight o'clock in the morning but I heard the letterbox in my front door clatter as the postman dropped my mail through it. 'He's an hour earlier than usual today...I wonder why?'
I looked out of my living room window and saw the postman walking back down my path, he didn't look very happy. I looked towards the end of the street, his van was parked in front of the Sanders' house, nothing unusual there though...then I spotted why the postman was unhappy, Harry Sanders' car was parked on his drive so his wife Mary would have been unable to offer the postman his usual, 'Cup of coffee'. No wonder he looked upset as he walked down my path.
I picked up the mail and checked the first letter, it was addressed to J Clarke, it was a bill of some sort so I opened it...I never opened his personal mail. I was right, a utility bill that needed paying. The second letter was for me, it was my new time sheet from work for the next month, I worked from home, I had a BMW limousine that I used to chauffeur business men to airports around the country, it wasn't anything like a full time job and I almost never worked weekends so it suited me down to the ground.
The third letter was just addressed to Clark, I turned it over and was about to open it but stopped myself, I turned the letter over again and on closer inspection, it was addressed to C. Lark at number eight and not us at number three, Colin Lark was a hospital surgical consultant, specialising in severe trauma patients, reconstructive surgery, that kind of thing. I slipped my feet into my shoes and jogged across the road, I could have caught the postman up and handed him Colin's letter to deliver in the proper way but the postman was much further away than Colin's house.
I was about to knock on the front door of Colin's house but it opened just before I got there. Sarah Lark was on her way out of the house, I scanned her quickly, she wore brown brogue style shoes with two inch high heels, brown woollen tights and a fawn coloured tweed skirt and jacket, under the jacket she wore a white linen blouse that buttoned up to her chin with a slight frill collar that stood up even higher and her wrists showed that the blouse had long sleeves with the same frill around the cuffs that emerged out of the sleeves of her jacket. Her hair was pulled up into a severe bun, so tight that it pulled the skin around her eyes and cheeks, deforming her eyes to look slightly Chinese.
Sarah was carrying a large brief case, one of her husband's old medical bags by the looks of it, she looked exactly like my old school headmistress, the very picture of septuagenarian business woman...the only thing was, Sarah was under fifty. She looked a little impatient at me, "Yes...what can I do for you?"
"I think Postman Pat had a little meltdown this morning, Harry Sanders is still at home and I got a letter addressed to your husband!"
"I'm sorry, Harry who?"
I looked over my shoulder, "Number one, the blue Volvo V60...Harry usually leaves home at six o'clock..."
I was cut short, "I'm sorry, I'm in a hurry, I have to be in Luton in an hour...my book club...you know!"
As if I did know.
"Colin, one of the neighbour people has a letter for you!"
Sarah pushed past me and headed for her car.
Colin came to the door with his phone in his hand, "Oh, hi, Vicky..." he took the letter from me and said, "...thanks!", then he called out to Sarah, "Darling...I'm sorry, there's been a motorway crash, one of the casualties is being flown into my hospital so I'll need to use your car to get in to the hospital!"
Sarah's expression suddenly changed from one of serenity and superiority to one of venom and hatred.
"But I need my car to get to Luton, my book club meeting starts at nine o'clock...I'm cutting it fine as it is!"
"I'm sorry darling but you know how it is, the garage promised to have my car back here by nine thirty at the latest, you can use my car to drive to Luton."
Colin looked at me, "Vicky, are you working today?"
"I'm available but no work as yet, I've got a six o'clock run out to Heathrow but that's all so far."
"Well then, can I hire you to run my wife to Luton and back please?"
"I'm not officially a taxi, I don't have that kind of licence, you'll have to ring into my office to book me...sorry!"
"Number!"
I reeled off the number of my office in London and as I told him the numbers he was punching them into his handset.
He booked me, it would cost him two hundred pounds to hire me for the morning to drive his wife to and from Luton.
I walked across the street and opened the back door to my car for Sarah to climb in, I didn't bother getting dressed up in my dark business suit...Sarah seemed in too much of a hurry to worry about how I was dressed.
Sarah was sitting directly behind me, there was no way that I could see her though as my company always removed the normal rear view mirror so that the customers in the back could have privacy. My BMW long wheel base executive sedan was too small to have a privacy screen between the front and back so removing the mirror was the next best thing. Sarah was breathing heavily and it sounded like she was having some kind of struggle in the back seat of the car. Suddenly her head popped through into my zone of the car, her hair cascading down over her shoulders now rather than in a bun. I was just joining the M1 at Watford when I realised that Sarah was no longer wearing her tweed jacket and white linen blouse, I could see her bare shoulders under her long blond hair.
"Mrs Clarke...Victoria...I know that we're hardly friends...we just happen to live on the same street but I'm hoping that, as my chauffeur, you'll obey the simple rules of customer/driver confidentiality!"
I had to fight hard to stop laughing out loud, I forced my work face back on, "Mrs Lark, you have no need to fear...UK Executive Limousine Services have a water tight privacy and confidentiality policy."
I had to look over my right shoulder as I was joining heavy motorway traffic; I noticed Sarah's jacket, blouse and bra on the seat next to her. I also noticed that she had taken what looked like a Lycra tubular bandage out of her briefcase that she was ...even now...pulling into place over her naked upper body. I strained my neck to see more of Sarah behind me, it was a good thing that the back of my BMW had good quality privacy glass in all the windows back there as Sarah was totally naked, trying to wriggle into a snakeskin print dress. I'd seen snakes sloughing their dead skin and wriggling out of the old skin but I'd never seen a lizard wriggling back into their tight skin before.
"Pull into the Roadchef at '15-A' please Victoria."
"I thought that you needed to get to Luton by nine o'clock...Madam!"
"Fifteen-A please."
I pulled off the road and into the services, "Where would you like me to park Madam?"
"Stop in the first row on the right hand side parking space please!"
I pulled in, we were a long way from the restaurant building where the shops and toilets were, not the kind of place I'd be expected to park by someone in a hurry to get to her book club.
"You're going to be here for the next two hours, you may as well go and get a coffee at the restaurant!"
"Thank you Mrs Lark."
I turned in my seat to see Sarah applying lipstick, eye shadow, eye liner and blusher to her face. It took her just a few seconds to give herself a professional looking makeover.
Sarah slithered out of the back seat of the car, she had a little difficulty in centering the Lycra tube so that it almost covered her breasts as well as her arse. Sarah had transformed from a stiff and ultra conservative doctor's wife who looked like a seventy year old into a thirty year old 'Vamp'.
I climbed out of the car, Sarah walked towards the truck park, I was about to go in the other direction, to the service station's buildings but I stopped and just watched Sarah crossing the road towards the first lorry on the left of the line of ten trucks. Sarah didn't look back once, she walked to the driver's door of the first truck, an empty car transporter, I watched as she spoke to the driver through his window, then she walked around the front of his truck and climbed up into the passenger's side of the truck. My jaw dropped as I watched Sarah closing the truck's curtains from the left hand side as the driver was closing them from the right. Just before the two sides of the curtains met, he pulled the front of Sarah's tube dress down, exposing her tits to anyone...like me...who may be looking in their direction.
I was shocked but instead of thinking of poor Colin, her husband, my only thought was, 'How can a woman of her age have a thirty-eight inch 'D' cup bust that doesn't have a millimetre of sag?' Then I remembered Colin, he was what we would have called a plastic surgeon in the past...but instead of working on face lifts and tummy tucks in the private sector, Colin worked in the NHS, helping people disfigured in accidents...perhaps he gave Sarah a boob job!
The curtains were now closed and I unlocked the car, I looked in the back, Sarah's clothes scattered all over the back seat, her brogue shoes on the floor, there was a box of condoms on the back seat, the cellophane wrapper had been ripped off and was just lying on the seat under the box of ten Durex, I looked in the box, there was only five condoms in the box, then I remembered the little purse that Sarah had over her shoulder as she walked towards the trucks like a catwalk model.
I locked the car again and...well, I have to say that curiosity got the better of me and I walked to the driver's side of the car transporter. The driver's window was still wound down and from five feet away, even over the noise of a thousand vehicles an hour passing just behind the car park, I could hear the sound of flesh slapping against flesh and the sound of Sarah climaxing with the trucker.
I smiled to myself...I suddenly thought about my own sex life...my smile turned into a frown. I'd been married to John for seven years, and in all that time, I'd never made any sounds like that and I'd never heard John's body slapping against mine like that either. I'd never really thought about it before but I guess that my sex life with my husband was probably less than what people would call vanilla!
'Coffee...I need coffee before I cry!'
I was half way to the restaurant when two truckers came towards me, I managed to hear their argument...
"...Look Dave, I know that we're late, you're fifth in line and I'm sixth...we just need to hang around out here and wait for Electra's red Cougar to turn up and get to her before the guy in the first truck sees her..."
It flashed through my head that Sarah's car was a red cougar, the make and model was unusual for England and the same colour...well, the two truckers just had to be talking about Sarah...but the guy had called her Electra...
"I'm sorry guys, I couldn't help overhearing you...is Electra almost six feet tall, long blond hair with a bust line that would stop her belly getting wet in a storm?"
The man that had been speaking grinned at me, "Yes...why?"
"I'm sure I've just seen her climbing in the front seat of the mobile parking lot, over there!"
Dave looked really disappointed, he looked towards the line of trucks, "We may as well go now, Electra never spends more than two hours here, she'll only have time for three men, four at the very outside...being fifth in line means no playtime again for me today, I'm going to try my luck at London Gateway services!"
I walked on, passing the men and heading in the direction of the smell of coffee, I heard a whispered, "Don't be in too much of a hurry Dave...why don't you go and wait for five minutes in your cab!"
I stood in the queue for the coffee stand.
"Hello beautiful, what plans have you got for the day?"
The voice was close but he had said beautiful so he couldn't be talking to me. A hand rested on my left shoulder, I looked at the hand and then turned my head and looked over my right shoulder at the grinning face of the trucker...he had been talking to me...he had just called me beautiful!"
I have no idea why I hadn't ignored him, why I hadn't slapped his face or kneed him in his 'Happy-sacks'...but then, I had started things, I had broken the British traveller's convention and spoken to a total stranger in the car park.
"For now, I'm planning on getting a skinny latte and finding a comfortable seat to sit and drink it on."
"Can I buy you that please? After all, you saved me and Dave a long wait out in the car park...Electra must have parked on the northbound side and walked over the bridge to get here today."
The word buy suddenly sounded alarm bells in my head, I only had my car keys with me because my car keys was on the ring with my house keys. My money was in the inside pocket of my suit jacket..I'd been in so much of a rush because of Sarah's panic that I'd left home without a penny, it was a good thing that he'd stopped me before I'd actually ordered my coffee.
I smiled at him, "Okay, you can buy me a coffee...and thank you!"
He smiled at me and then looked to the barista, "One skinny latte and two double espressos please love."
I took my skinny latte and he carried the other two cups of thick treacly coffee. I looked around the seating area, I was assessing the most comfortable seat to sit on.
"Come with me, I know where the most comfortable seat in the whole place is at."
I let him guide me out of the building and on the walk between the restaurant and the truck park, he had most of my life's history and he'd told me a lot about himself as well. When we were about half way to the truck park, I saw Sarah slink out of the car transporter, watched her walk to the driver of the second lorry, speak to the driver through his open window and then walked back around the front of the truck, an articulated logistics carrier, and clamber up into his passenger seat.
"Electra's going to be busy for the next hour or so!"
I nodded my head in agreement and then checked my watch, Sarah had given her first man forty minutes, if that was par for the course, she would only service her current man and one other before her two hours were up.
I was guided close to the driver's side of the logistics truck so that I could hear the sounds coming from inside the cab. The sounds of Sarah orgasming over and over again, the sound of bodies clashing together and an added element of excitement was the driver calling Sarah some very unpleasant names. I would usually have expected to be upset hearing a man talking to any woman like that but because Sarah was so ultra conservative and the names she was being called seemed to turn her on even more, I found that I was also becoming turned on by what I heard.
The realisation that I was turned on caused me to make a false step, almost tripping over my own feet...I just wasn't used to that feeling, I'd only really known it once before, on my wedding day. I'd had six months of build-up to the day, there was all the pampering and the makeover, the dress and then me being the centre of attention at the church. We'd invited eighty men to the after wedding party and I'd danced at least once with each male guest, all ages, from nine years old to ninety...and then the last waltz, which I danced with my husband while every one of our guests watched, everyone knowing that at the end of that dance, John and I would be heading up to our bedroom in the hotel to finalise the marriage contract...the consummation.
Both John and I had arrived at our honeymoon suite as virgins, I felt like a bottle of champagne, I'd been chilled to perfection, my inner juices were bubbling and fizzing, I'd been shaken up and all that was needed now was for John to untwist the wire holding me closed...
Sadly for me, John wasn't the kind of man who would read up on the subject of sex...he wouldn't watch a porn film or talk to his friends about sex. John was a firm believer in Nature and that nature would take care of everything.
...John untwisted my wire, he undressed me and took me into the king-sized bed...I was waiting to explode into a shower of fizz as he popped my cork...unfortunately the cascade of foam didn't happen, the pop was more of a damp squib. My first sexual experience was a disappointment...as had every attempt we'd tried in the seven years since we married. We walked past the front of a refrigerated container truck with its cooling motor running, a voice from above called out, "Good fishing trip Pete?"
My companion looked at me and then up to the driver of the third truck in the line, "I hooked a beauty...only time will tell if she turns into a prize winner or not!"
Okay, I realised that the two men were talking about me like I was a chunk of meat...that would usually have pissed me off big time but with the tingling between my legs...I suddenly found it funny that the two truckers were using such a clumsy code to talk about me.
"I'd be tempted to join you but I'm third in line, can't afford to miss my place!"
Pete laughed, "Might be a little crowded if you did, I'm here with Dave today!"
I looked up at the face of the other driver, he was grinning and nodding his head.
"Well, have fun you guys...just remember that after two hours you'll have to pay for parking or you'll get an eighty pound fine!"
I looked up at the front windscreen of the fourth truck, a flatbed trailer with no load on the back, the driver looked miserable but he was watching me walking with Pete intently, following my every footfall, I looked over my shoulder at the driver of the refer truck, he was looking straight at my arse as I walked. The attention of the two truckers high in their cabs, as well as the attention I was getting from Pete was causing an unusual sway in my tail, I was copying the catwalk walk that I'd seen Sarah doing on her way to the first truck.
I looked back at the windscreen of the flatbed truck, the miserable looking driver was no longer in his seat, he was climbing down and met Pete and me by his door, a quick exchange between the two men took place.
"I refused a load to try and get here on time but I missed out by one!"
"Me and Dave drove through the night to get here but we're even further down in the queue!"
"Do you know if anyone is working at Newport Pagnell yet?"
"No one has mentioned anything as yet...if you're desperate, you could try Brogborough, drop off the M1 at junction thirteen, leave your trailer in the lay-by on the A421 and head for the lake. If you see any parked cars by the lake they're usually out looking for fun at this time of the day!"
"What about your friend, will she be free latter?"
I saw Pete's look change from one of 'Bonhomme' towards the other driver to one of anger. Pete looked in my direction, he forced a smile as he read my face...it might have helped him if I'd mentioned earlier that I'd cracked his fishing code with the driver of the refer truck. I smiled back at him and then I looked at my watch, I'd been in the car park for close to an hour so I only had one hour left of my parking time. I changed my smile for a grimace and shrugged my shoulders."
"Problem?"
"Not really, I've only got an hour left of my free parking and I haven't even started my skinny latte yet!"
Pete gestured with his head towards the side of Dave's truck, fifth in the line of waiting trucks.
"Dave, coffee!"
I heard the passenger's door of the fifth truck in the queue clunk and start to open. Pete handed both his cups of coffee up to Dave and then offered to help me to climb up into Dave's truck. I stopped in my tracks, I looked up at Dave, he was sliding back over to the driver's seat. I looked at the back of my dress, it wasn't the longest I owned and if I allowed Pete to help me up, he'd see under the hem of my dress long before I reached the passenger's seat.
"Sorry Baby, I did tell you that I knew where the most comfortable seat in the whole place is...and it's right up there!"
"That's okay but..." I looked back at my legs and the bottom hem of my dress, "...I'd be much happier if you weren't down here while I'm clambering up there!"
Pete smiled at me again and started the climb up into the truck ahead of me. There was a whispered, "Get in the back Dave!" as Pete climbed up.
Pete reached down to take my cup of coffee off of me and his grin widened as he looked down the front of my dress. 'As bad burnt as scalded!' ran through my mind as I reached up.
Pete was in the driver's seat when I finally heaved myself into the front passenger seat. I looked between the seats, the area behind the seats was just one big bed and Dave was kneeling on it watching me like a hungry hawk.
I took my cup of coffee and took a sip. The conversation quickly turned to one of sex, Pete asked me if I liked sucking my husband's cock. I knew that my face blushed...even though I was trying hard to keep cool.
"I've never tried it, he's never asked me to do anything like that before."
Dave's head appeared to my left, between my head and the door, "But would you suck his cock if he asked you?"
I looked in Dave's direction, "I'm not sure, I've read that the taste is disgusting...almost as bad as ear-wax!"
Pete touched my leg to draw my attention back to him. He took my coffee off of me and gave me a sweet smile. I was distracted by the sound of lorry number four starting up and the 'Pshhhhh' as his airbrakes released and the flatbed rolled out of the parking lot. I caught sight of Dave pulling his t-shirt off in my peripheral vision over my left shoulder and then looked quickly back towards Peter.
Now I got sight of Dave over my right shoulder, he was kicking his legs as he pulled his trousers down behind me. I swallowed hard, my mouth was becoming very dry...so dry that I had to take a swallow of my coffee again. I was now looking straight ahead. I'd seen Dave take his t-shirt off and by now I assumed that he'd taken his trousers off as well, underpants...I had no idea.
Pete started chatting again, slightly more innocent questions about my life with my husband. Like how well we got on together, what we liked to do together, then the cut back into sex again, "How often do you and John have sex usually?"
"Oh...you know, special occasions...high days and holidays!"
Actually I wished it was that often...or did I, it was more of a household chore to me if I were being honest. I never got any pleasure or joy out of sex with my husband and even though he only wanted to do it two or three times a year...for me he needn't have bothered at all.
Dave was suddenly at my left hand side again, he pulled my face around to the left, I could see a ball of viscous liquid on the tip of his index finger, it looked like a ball of honey, almost the same colour and thickness.
"Here, try this!"
Before I could say anything his index finger was pushing past my lips and into my mouth.
He didn't just give me a taste of his finger, he started to simulatte fucking my mouth with his finger, pushing in to his second knuckle and pulling back out as far as his first knuckle. Dave did that for a minute and then he popped his finger back out again, he disappeared back into the back of the cab as Peter said, "What did that taste like?"
I knew that I wasn't actually tasting semen, it would have taken Dave a lot longer to generate semen...I was probably just tasting his lubricant. I'd read about pre-cum acting as nature's lubricant before but John didn't produce any and because John wouldn't ever do anything to get me in the mood for sex, he was always fucking me with a dry vagina and as he didn't create pre-cum, I usually ended up sore inside even after a very quick fuck.
I caught movement over my right shoulder as I was looking at Pete, this time I didn't leave it up to my peripheral vision, I looked over my right shoulder at Dave and what he was doing behind me. Dave was bigger than John in all directions, he was taller, heavier and wider...far more muscular and now I saw Dave's cock in the flesh...that was bigger too, longer and fatter than John's cock.
Dave gripped the base of his cock with his right fist and he drew his fist up towards his cockhead. The curl of pre-cum was starting to flow out of his cock's eye, started almost immediately and he started collecting the thick liquid over the index and middle finger of his left hand. The thought crossed my mind that Dave had generated more fluid from just pulling his fist up the length of his cock than John generated when he ejaculatted at the end of his fuck.
Dave lurched forward and his upper body reappeared over my left shoulder, "Open your mouth!"
I did as I was told without a second thought. Dave pushed his index and middle fingers into my mouth, not just to the second joint but all the way in. I saw him look over at Pete and smile.
"Are you sure that you've never sucked a cock before?"
I shook my head, unable to talk with my mouth full of Dave's fingers...
"I can only give you forty minutes for forty quid!"
Sarah's voice came from my left, I leaned forward and looked past Dave's body, Sarah was talking to the driver of the refrigerated lorry, I saw him nod his head and Sarah walked around the front of his cab to climb up into the truck with him.
Pete said, "The thing is, people who've never sucked a cock before would usually gag or cough with Dave's fingers so deep in their mouths..."
"I used to gag a lot when I was thirteen...I had to have medicine that tasted so bad that my mother was given a pump to squirt the liquid directly into my throat so that I didn't taste it!"
"Seems like perfect training for a young cock sucker to me!" Pete laughed.
'If you want to do anything you only have forty minutes!' rattled in my head. I was even considering how I could ask Pete or Dave if I could try something but Pete came to my rescue.
"Look, we don't have very long left of our parking time...would you like to try sucking Dave's cock...no pressure, just a suggestion!"
I looked over my shoulder at Dave, it was as if in my mind that Dave was going to push his cock through from the back. Peter caught my left elbow and he eased me further around to the right and pulling me out of my seat. I allowed Pete to push me through the gap between the seats and as I passed through into the back Pete was pushing my dress up over my back.
Dave was waiting for me, he caught the shoulder straps of my dress and he pulled them, not to pull me in further into the back of the cab but to pull my dress off, by the time I was all the way in the sleep cab I was dressed in only my bra and knickers. I looked over my shoulder towards the front window of the truck. Peter hadn't bothered closing the curtains across the front window so I was very much more in the public eye than Sarah had been while she was servicing her customers.
Dave gripped my ears and pulled my face down into his crotch, I was on my hands and knees with my bum in the air and Peter was pulling my knickers down to my knees as I started sucking Dave's cock. Dave wasn't so gentle for my first experience of cock sucking, forcing his cock all the way into my mouth until his balls crashed into my chin. I didn't cough or gag, just took his cockhead into my throat without any problem.
There was a sudden shock behind me, I was expecting Pete to fuck me as I knelt there sucking Dave's cock but he didn't, he was licking all around my cunt and pushing his tongue deep into my pussy. I'd never felt anything like it in my life before and hit an orgasm in just a few seconds. As Pete licked me through several orgasms, he was working my knickers further down my legs.
My bra was slipped off so that I was now totally naked and then I felt Peter change positions, he nuzzled his cock against my fanny from behind and just eased into my body slowly. John had never done anything like that in all the time we'd been married...John would just stab his cock in the direction of my cunt, his aim was to get in, get to his climax and get out as quickly as possible.
I was screaming into Dave's crotch as Pete took me to ever higher levels of orgasmic pleasure.
"You've had ten minutes Pete...time to swap!"
There was a flurry of movement. Pete left my body and pulled my mouth off of Dave's cock, I was flipped onto my back and Dave covered my body with his. Dave fucked me missionary style...my husband's only position...and Pete shuffled on his knees until he was by my head, he fed his cock into my mouth and, rather than Pete fucking my mouth like Dave had done, I was actually sucking Pete's cock. I was surprised at just how much I knew about cock sucking as I'd only ever read about it in the past.
Dave fucked me for ten minutes and then he and Pete changed positions again. Pete had me on my side in a position that I think was called scissor position and this time, it was just me and Pete fucking so I was able to kiss him as well as take pleasure from his cock. Pete climaxed into me in just eight minutes and Dave pulled me away from his friend.
Dave wanted me sitting on top of him this time and as I bounced up and down on top of his cock, Pete pushed me forward so that Dave could kiss me as well and as I did all the work to get Dave off in my cunt Pete was playing around my bum, rubbing leaking spunk from my cunt against my anal muscle. Pete had managed to get one finger up my bum to the second knuckle by the time Dave climaxed in me.
Pete pushed a towel between my legs to sit on so as not to mess Dave's bed up too much and the three of us sat for five minutes drinking cold coffee in the nude in the back of the truck, watching cars and trucks coming and going in the car park beyond the front window.
It took me just a minute to dress when my two hours was up. I kissed both men on the lips and then kissed both of their cocks before I clambered through into the front of the cab. Pete gave me a slip of paper with two telephone numbers written on it, "If you're ever at a loose end and looking for fun, give one of us a ring...see where we are...we could meet up!"
I folded the slip of paper and slipped it into my bag. I was waiting at my car when Sarah climbed out of the refrigerated truck. There was no hint of shame on her face as she walked back towards me. I opened the back door of my car to let Sarah in. I saw her drop one condom into the open box on the back seat.
I climbed into the front and pulled away from my parking space on the dot of two hours after I'd arrived. I looked over my shoulder as I joined the traffic, partly to see the traffic speeding up from behind me and partly to look at Sarah. She was reclining in the seat, she looked...well...totally different, she looked very mellow, very happy.
I smiled, Colin was paying my company two hundred pounds for me to chauffer his wife to Luton and back and she had just earned one hundred and twenty pounds as a whore in a truck stop...seemed out of balance to me but then I remembered what I'd just done in Dave's truck...I'd allowed two men to fuck me, I'd sucked both of them off...and I'd not received a penny for it.
"Straight home Mrs Lark?"
"I'd rather not...I don't want bringing down too quickly!"
I remembered the conversation between Pete and the flatbed driver, junction 13 was only three junctions away from us and it was a viable route back home, albeit a circuitous one.
I gunned the engine, all twelve cylinders working hard, pumping petrol and throwing my car down the motorway at way in excess of the legal speed limit. My sat-nav gave warnings of police activity, every time a driver spotted a police car or speed trap they uploaded it online and the service knew where all other drivers were and sent out warnings if you approached a police car or motorbike.
I pulled off the motorway at junction 13 and took the A421 eastwards and spotted the flatbed trailer in a lay-by without the cab attached. When I reached the lake that Pete had mentioned I spotted the trucker parked about a hundred yards off the main road on something little more than a farm track. I turned right and drove down behind the truck cab.
Just before the lorry I spotted an entrance to a car park, not a tarmaced and marked out area, just gravel and a lot of bushes, so instead of parking behind the truck, I pulled into the car park.
I recognised the driver of the truck standing talking to another man at a parked car. I pulled into a bay cut out of bushes for privacy.
"Electra...the guy standing by the car over there is the driver of the truck outside the car park, he was hoping to get to the services early enough to see you there but was a little late, I think he's looking for fun!"
I looked over my shoulder at Sarah in my back seat, she gave me a smile and dipped her hand into the condom box, she pulled out three condoms, "Thank you Mrs Clarke...I'll be back in thirty or forty minutes!"
Sarah walked out into the car park, she didn't walk over to the parked car, she walked towards the truck outside the car park. The truck driver spotted her and he ran from the side of the car to catch Sarah up.
I left the car and watched Sarah climb up into the truckers cab. I walked close to the car to see what the driver looked like while pretending to be walking towards the lake and the footpath around it, the car's driver grinned at me, "You spoilt my fun there...I was hoping that trucker would give me a blowjob...been terrible quiet here all morning."
I stopped and walked over to his car, "I'm sorry about that...are you gay?"
He laughed, "Not gay but definitely bi-sexual...or an opportunist...I'll fuck anything on offer!"
I smiled at him and looked over at the truck, the curtains were now closed and I was guessing that Sarah was well into her stride by now. I bit the inside of my cheek and looked all around, just my car and the one I was standing at the side of. I stopped biting my cheek.
'If you want something you just have to ask...not every man is going to do all the work!' that little voice at the back of my head was fucking annoying but she was talking a lot of sense...Sarah was already 'On the clock' and if she kept to her forty minute standard then I was on a limited schedule!
I looked back at the driver of the car and smiled at him, "Pity this car park is so open!"
"No one else seems to mind the openness! Some couples have even been known to fuck on the picnic bench at the side of the lake before."
I looked at the bench and bit the inside of my cheek again.
"Would you like to give me a blow-job as you scared my best prospect all morning away?"
"Where?"
"Back seat of my car...picnic bench by the lake...in the bushes over there, where ever you like!"
I looked at the bushes close to where I'd parked, I mumbled, "I guess the bushes are the most private place!" I'd mumbled that to myself but loud enough for him to hear me. He jumped out of his car and walked towards the bushes. I looked at his car, the doors were all unlocked and the windows wound down. He hadn't even looked back at me, he just left me standing by his car and walked into the bushes.
I kicked myself and jumped into following him. He was about six feet inside the trail in the bushes, by the time I got there he had taken his t-shirt and trousers off, he was standing there, naked apart from his running shoes.
I crouched down in front of him and took his cock in my hand...so far I'd experienced Dave fucking my face and Pete who made me do the sucking, this man didn't seem bothered one way or the other what I did...even if I did anything at all. I looked his cock over as it slowly grew into life. His cock was smaller than my husband's. I leaned in and started sucking. I was also using my hand to help get him off.
I twisted my head and looked up at his face, he suddenly grinned but he wasn't looking down at me, he was looking at the path behind me and he nodded his head. There was a spurt of pre-cum in my mouth and suddenly strong hands gripped me under my armpits and started pulling me to my feet. I panicked but the man with his cock in my mouth calmed me down, "He's okay, he always wears a condom!"
'Oh, that's good then!' popped into my head.
The man behind me pulled my legs straight so I had to bend at my waist to keep my mouth in contact with the cock in my mouth. I was very new to cock sucking but found that I really liked doing it...especially to strangers in very dangerous places!
I didn't need any warming up, I had two men's spunk in my belly still and that spunk acted as lubricant for the man behind me to get in easily.
I got the man off with my mouth and the man behind me filled his condom. I was waiting at my car when Sarah returned from the truck. She looked even more relaxed than she had after fucking three truckers at the services. I checked my watch, I need lunch...and something to drink. "I'll have to take you home now Mrs Lark, I've got an airport run at four this afternoon and I need to get ready!"
As I drove us home Sarah changed from Electra and back into Sarah Lark. She was back into officious mode...Sarah really was an unpleasant woman and I was really happy to get her out of my car.
Sarah's parting comment to me was, "Mrs Clarke, I do hope that I can rely on you're total silence about our journey today, I expect you to keep my secret even from your husband..." she was snapping her fingers, trying to pull something to mind, "...James!"
"John, my husband's name is John!"
"Whatever...don't even tell him!"
I hadn't felt a twinge of guilt all morning, the first twinge came to me as I unlocked my front door and stepped into my house. I stopped in the hallway and considered how I should feel and then that smart, inner voice, said, 'Fuck it, just so long as you let John do whatever he wants...whenever he wants it, why should you feel guilty about seeking out a little pleasure for yourself!'
All feelings of guilt assuaged...I headed for the kitchen first to collect a glass of water and a meal replacement biscuit, the water because of the gallons of salty liquid I'd drunk while giving blow-jobs and the slimming biscuit to keep my figure...I'd need to check into how many calories there was in semen...and then up to the bathroom to take a long soak in the bath while I drank my water and ate my filling biscuit meal.
Usually I'd fill the bath, check it was the correct temperature and add the potions and lotions that I was going to share my bath with before getting undressed but today I had stripped off before I even turned the water on. I walked all around every room upstairs of the house totally naked, I stopped in my bedroom, looked at my marital bed, it was actually smaller than the bed Dave and Pete had fucked me on, in the back of their truck. I got an instant image of Dave's naked body in my head, his muscular upper body and...well, his magnificent cock...not to mention the flow of pre-cum as I sucked his cock.
I spotted myself in the mirrored wardrobe door, I was actually at least five years younger than Sarah but my breasts sagged and my nipples were looking at my feet while Sarah's nipples would have looked the man fucking her straight in the eyes.
I looked down at my pussy, pulled at the long straggly hair and wondered if Sarah had a hairy mound like me or if, being semi-professional, she had a trimmed pussy or even a bare one. There was a sudden flash of pink, my inner body had never looked pink before, it had always looked totally alabaster in the past and hell...I'd suddenly grown a little cock of my own. I knew...obviously...that I had a clitoris down there but it had never bothered me before...it had always remained safely under its hood but all of a sudden it was out, standing to attention outside the safety of its hood.
I was tempted to touch it, for the first time in my life...well, touch it in a pleasurable way, rather than just to wash myself. I was a little careless, pressed it too hard and my knees gave way, I sank to the floor gasping for breath, I'd given myself a massive orgasm just from one carelessly hard touch.
I soaked in my bath for an hour. I was pushing hot water into my vagina to wash three men's semen out of my cunt.
I dressed in my charcoal business suit, my cream camisole top under with no bra on...my boss would have criticised me for that, they asked their drivers to wear long sleeved blouses under their jackets.
I gave myself an hour to get to the airport, my timing would get me to the airport car park just as my client's plane was touching down.
As I drove past the truck stop at junction 15A, I looked at the line of trucks, my mind wandered to imagining how many of those men Sarah had serviced at a pound a minute...then Dave's cock jumped into my head again and I wondered how the drivers in that queue of trucks would compare to Dave, would any of them be bigger...a shiver ran through my body and I felt my clit pressing against the gusset of my knickers, I was getting turned on all over again.
I was a mile away from the airport when my phone rang, John was calling me, he'd just arrived home.
I took several deep breaths before answering, "Hi darling, did you have a good day at work?"
"Not too bad...hey, what airline are you picking up from?"
"Delta...from New York, due in...around about now actually!"
"It's just that I'm on the flights webpage at the moment, Delta 452 from New York had to make an emergency landing in Dublin, they've just updated its time of arrival, it's due in at five o'clock now...no, wait a minute, five fifteen now!"
"Crap in a hand cart...I'll have to find somewhere to pull over for an hour or more now, they won't let me wait at the airport for that long!"
I closed the call from John, "Shit, too far from junction 15A to go back there, now where can I wait for an hour."
I pulled into the McDonalds' car park and used their wi-fi to get into the World Wide Web, I checked the Delta web site, Delta 452 was now due in at five thirty. I closed the Delta page and then had a thought, 'Nearest truck stop to my location!'
A map popped up, there was actually a truck stop a mile away from the airport. I popped the post code of the truck stop in my sat-nav and drove to the truck stop, if it was anything like junction 15A I'd be able to get a coffee and perhaps have a walk around the parked trucks...not that I'd want to play anymore today...well, not if I had to make a pick up...I was just being curious.
I spotted the perimeter fence from the truck stop, I could count at least thirty trucks just along the perimeter fence and I could see that there were more trucks inside.
The truck stop was nothing like junction 15A...there was a security guard on the gate and barriers closing the entrance and exit off. I crawled slowly past the gatehouse and spotted a factory unit across the road, the windows were all boarded up, there was a to-let board on the wall and concrete blocks closed off the car park. I pulled across in front of the concrete blocks, getting my car just far enough off the road to be safe from damage by careless truck drivers entering or leaving the truck stop.
I climbed out of my car, smoothed my skirt down and checked the seams up the back of my stockings were straight, the security guard came out of his hut and gave me a wolf whistle. I was just about to walk along the fence of the truck stop...just to look at the trucks parked there and to see if I could spot any of the drivers.
I stopped and turned to face the guard, I smiled at him and he said, "Hello darling, what are you up to this evening?"
As I walked towards him I felt my tail swing and heard my skirt swish against the back of my nylon stockings. I smiled even more...I was visually flirting with the security guard and I couldn't stop myself.
"I'm actually supposed to be picking up a customer from the airport but the flight has been delayed by ninety minutes already."
In my head I said to myself, 'That would be just over two truckers!'
I waited for another comment from the guard but he was just looking at my body so it was up to me to take the lead again.
"Erm, do you have any idea where the nearest public toilet is that's outside the airport?"
Actually I knew the answer to that question already, there were two McDonalds restaurants and several others just outside the airport area, I'd used several of them before while waiting; grab a cup of coffee and a quick pee before driving into the airport.
"There isn't one close apart from the ones inside the airport buildings...but I can let you in to use our toilets in the café building...not up to the best standards of cleanliness though, not like the airport toilets!"
"I won't mind, I have to take pot luck doing driving work."
He lifted the barrier so that I didn't need to duck down to get in, he took his radio out of his pocket, keyed the mike and said, "Bill, I'm going to the toilet, can you keep an eye on the gate for me please!"
He led me to an old brick building in the middle of the truck park, we entered the building and walked past the café area, "I'm sorry, we don't have many lady truckers park here so we all have to just muck in together in the one toilet."
He opened the door for me, there was a stainless steel trough against one wall where five or six men could stand to pee and two stalls to make number two's. I opened the door to the first stall and looked around, the walls were covered with graffiti, well all but one small area by the toilet roll holder that had no wall to be scrawled on, just a hole through into the next stall.
I heard the security guard enter the second stall and within a second his cock slipped through the hole in the wall. I just sat on the toilet seat without pulling my knickers down and started sucking his cock. He was a bit of a 'Quick-draw McGraw', filling my mouth with salty semen in two minutes flat.
I sat back on the toilet seat and used a sheet of toilet paper to wipe my mouth dry, I heard the outer door of the toilet open, I thought it was the guard going back to work but a quick look through the hole in the wall showed he was still zipping the front of his trousers. Someone else had entered the toilet.
"George...George...are you there?"
"I'm still here!"
"Is she in there?"
"Next door!"
"Any good?"
"Bloody fantastic."
George opened the stall door, "Pity I've got to get back to work...I'd have loved a little longer with her!"
The second man entered the stall next to mine, he didn't even close the door, he just unzipped and pushed his cock through the hole in the wall and I leaned in and took him in my mouth. Man number two was long and thin, his cock instantly tickled the back of my throat, slipping past my uvula with no difficulty at all.
I sucked him for five minutes when the outside door opened again and another man came in.
I fought to try and keep the cock in my mouth but my oral lover was pulling away from me. I watched as he shuffled out of the stall with his cock still sticking out of his trousers. The third man entered the stall, he closed the stall door and his fat but disappointingly short cock came through. I just shrugged my shoulders and took him into my mouth.
There was a knock at my stall door, "I'm coming in!"
I looked over at the latch holding my door closed, it turned slowly and he was in the stall with me. I was pulled to my feet and turned; he pushed my mouth back down onto the cock that was through the wall of the stall. He lifted the back of my skirt, exposing my knickers and my stockings and suspender belt. He pulled my knickers down to my ankles and he had his cock up my cunt in a second. I just settled into enjoying the short but fat cock in my mouth as the very long but also very thin cock slipped into my pussy from behind.
The man in the stall with me was soon panting...from his rapid pace rather than closeness to an orgasm though.
"You ever taken a cock up your bum?"
I shook my head but without letting go of the cock in my mouth that I was just getting close to its end game.
"You ever had anything up your bum?"
I swallowed the delivery of spunk and lost the cock from my mouth. I finished swallowing the jizz. And I looked over my shoulder at my current lover.
"A man pushed his finger up my bum earlier today but that's all!"
He grinned at me and then said, "Well, I'll have to sort that little problem out."
I was pushed back down, this time, there was no cock through the wall, I just gripped the toilet seat and he pulled his cock out of my cunt and started inserting his cock in my arsehole. There was a little pain as his cock entered me and I thought, "Bloody good job that Dave didn't want to do this earlier!"
Didn't take long for him to explode in the tight confines of my arse.
He was still panting on my back when my cell phone burbled. I looked at the screen, it was John, I put my finger to my lips to keep my lover quiet as I was still looking down at the toilet water, his cock still held tight in my bum.
"Hi darling."
"lattest update from Delta, your flight is due in at six o'clock now, hope you managed to find somewhere comfortable to hold up while you wait."
I looked over my shoulder again and smiled at the man who was still plugging my arse with his cock, "Yes darling, very comfortable place. I'll be home about ten, if I'm going to be any latter I'll call you before so you don't have to wait up for me."
As I was talking to John the outer door opened again and another trucker entered the stall next to mine, his cock slithered through the hole. I had his cock in my mouth while John was thanking me. I pulled my mouth off of the cock just long enough to say goodbye to John, I didn't even close the call down, fortunately John did because I was busily sucking truck driver's cock.
In the hour that I was waiting for the flight to come in, I sucked ten cocks and let three other truckers fuck me, two in my cunt and another one in my bum.
I collected my customer and drove him to Nottingham to a hotel. I was wearing the stockings and suspender belt but I'd left my knickers off. I'd used a wad of hand towels to plug both my orifices to stop man juice leaking out as I drove.
I managed to get back home just before ten o'clock. I unplugged my holes and dumped the paper towel plugs in the bin outside my back door. I took a deep breath before entering the house. John met me in the kitchen, I kissed him and asked if he would like a hot drink before bed.
Because the windows hadn't been opened all day to allow a cooling draught to blow through the house, the bedroom was really hot and stuffy. John was changing into his pyjamas and I stripped off, John didn't even notice that I was knickerless and braless. I looked at my nighty, "It's so hot in here that I'm not going to bother wearing my nighty tonight!"
I didn't know if my being naked would have had any effect in my husband but I lived in hope. After thirty minutes of inactivity I nudged him with my bare bum. We were lying back to back as we always did, I'd pulled all the blankets off of the bed because it was so hot, we were just sleeping under a top sheet, which was unusual for us.
I didn't get any reaction from John so I bumped him with my bum a little harder, he stirred, he rolled on to his back and then he whispered, "Vicky!"
He waited, I mumbled something incoherent to make it seem like I was fast asleep. I felt him move, he carefully peeled the sheet off of me...he didn't totally uncover me, just my bottom.
"Vicky!"
A slightly louder whisper this time.
Again I didn't respond or react to his whisper.
John wriggled down the bed, there was a sudden light, I had no idea where he'd got it from but he had one of those little metal Mag-Lights and he was shining it at my bottom. I felt his thumb pressing against my bum, he was lifting my cheek, easing my bottom open gently and pointing the light straight at my bum hole. He stroked me gently and he whispered, "How would you like my cock up there baby?"
I shuffled my body slightly and mumbled a kind of yes in a sleepy voice.
John wriggled around a little and spooned me. I felt his erection pressing against my anal muscle but he wasn't actually trying to fuck me, he was just rubbing his cock against my anus...simulating sex but not actually trying to get his cock in me. I realised that he was more masturbating himself than trying to actually fuck me. I mumbled in my 'Sleep' and jerked my bottom back sharply. I picked my moment carefully, just as the tip of his hard cock was slipping over my anal muscle. There was just a slight sting in my tail as John's cock head popped into my arse but I didn't make a sound, I just wiggled my bum a little as if I was trying to shake him off in my sleep. John gasped and froze to the spot. I mumbled again a sleepy nonsense word and then I pushed back a little harder; all of John's cockhead was now in my bum. He gave a little chuckle but he was still resisting the urge to fuck me...this was the most restrained he'd ever been since I married him. When he fucked me in the missionary position, he just wanted to get it over with as quickly as possible; he had a climax but never seemed to enjoy himself while doing it. Tonight though, John was enjoying just having his cock up my bum as he stroked the soft flesh of my buttock. I had to work hard but be surreptitious about it but I managed to get his cock all the way in my anus while still pretending to be sleeping. I mumbled, again sleepily, "Oh yes darling...that feels...so...nice!" "Vicky!" I ignored him and rolled a few degrees away from him, slightly onto my face but being careful not to pull away so far that his cock slipped out of my bum. John was quick to follow me, keeping as much of his cock buried in my bum as possible. I could almost hear his mind working overtime, I'd only rolled a few degrees towards my face but now John was helping me to turn...even to the point that he had to ease me back slightly because our bed wasn't wide enough for me to make it onto my face without falling out. Now John was fully on my back and he was gently fucking me, the first time that he'd fucked me slowly during the whole of our life together. I slipped my right hand under my belly and started to rub myself between my legs as John fucked me slowly. I got myself off, it was hard to pretend to be asleep while I was climaxing but I tried hard and as I finally climaxed I got John off, my anal muscle was pulsating as I climaxed and that action actually milked his cock and tipped him over the edge too. I lifted my head off the pillow and mumbled sleepily, "Did you enjoy that darling?" before letting my head fall back onto my pillow and pretended to still be sleeping.
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