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Written: 06 Febuary 2018 Already seen Divorce Surprise Pt2, click here to read part 1 or here to read part 3
Divorce Surprise Pt2
Story Code: M/f, Masturbation, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism, Underage, Prostitution Brian didn't miss the man exploding in his trousers, he hadn't missed me flicking my hip so that the bottom hem of my skirt lifted, flashing my hip almost to my waist, he gave me a nod and a smile as he took the man's money and walked to his front door. As soon as the door closed Brian burst out laughing, "You kinky sod, that poor old bugger popped his coco in his pants just from one quick flash of your pretty tight arse." We linked arms and walked to the corner of Main Street, Brian dropped my arm from his just before the main road, "I'm going to pop into the chemists shop, wait for me out here, back in a jiffy!" I was kicking my heels on the corner of the street, a plum coloured BMW slowed opposite me, the driver looked over and smiled at me, I had a permanent smile on my face from my morning's activities. I watched as the car slowed and did a 'U-turn' in the throat of a side street and drove back towards me. The driver parked a few yards away and walked back to me, "Hello darling, you got anywhere to go? I've got a 'bottle of glue' burning a hole in my pocket and a few hours to kill!" I always thought that adults were crazy but I didn't have a clue what the bloke was going on about. Usually I would have walked away if a man started talking to me in the street but I was waiting for Brian. He reached out with his right hand and touched the outside of my left arm, he shuffled in closer, "We could go for a drive if you don't have a room to go to!" his hand slid behind my shoulder as he shuffled in closer to me, his hand stroking across my back towards my spine, the further his hand got without meeting a bra strap, the wider his grin got, his left hand was now on my right hip and he was leaning in for a kiss. I bent my knees, dropped down and twisted to my right and stood back up outside of his grasp, the only downside to the way I escaped his grip was that his left hand was drawn across my breasts and he got a handful of my tits as I manoeuvred out of his way. Brian had left the shop and was standing there watching my little dance step away from the BMW driver. I skipped over to him and wrapped my arm around his waist. He gave a worried look towards the chemists shop and shook my arm off of his waist, he smiled at me and we turned towards the chip shop. "Who was your friend?" "I think he's an escaped mental patient or something, he asked me if I had anywhere to go and said he had a bottle of glue and two hours to kill...do you think he thought I was a glue sniffer or something?" Brian laughed and now that we were out of sight of the chemists shop he wrapped his arm over my shoulder and pulled me against his side, "No darling, he thought that you were a prostitute and he was offering you two hundred pounds for two hours of sex, either that or he's a cheapskate and he was offering you two pounds for sex." "Do I look like a prostitute?" "No one looks like a prostitute, there isn't a look, men around here will approach any woman on her own around here and ask her for sex, usually for money, and lots of women around here who aren't prostitutes will go with a good looking man and have sex for money, it doesn't really mean anything, just a fun thing to do and they get a little spending money as well." The plumb coloured BMW drove past us slowly, the driver looking intently at me as he passed. "When I came out this morning a black man asked me if I was looking for business and he followed me all the way from my block to yours." "Well, that's another way for a man to ask a woman if she's looking for work as a whore but they have to be careful, you could have been a honey trap, if a man openly asks you to have sex with him for money he can be arrested so it's all done in code and you have to be careful, if you ever accept an offer like that and he hasn't mentioned money but you do, then you could be arrested...one thing you can be sure of, the guy in that BMW isn't a copper because he offered you money." We reached the chip shop and Brian stopped short again, "Don't be mad at me but can you wait out here again please? I should have used the van, we could have gone further afield where no one knows me and I don't have to be so careful." "Okay." Brian went into the shop and the plumb coloured BMW drove past again. I turned my back and looked towards the chemists and then jumped out of my skin when, out of the blue, "Hello again baby, you sure that you don't want a little fun with me?" I looked in the chip shop, there were three customers before Brian, I guess I could have just gone into the shop to get away from the man, pretended that I wasn't with Brian, just to get away from the man but, well, I lived here now and men approaching me seemed like it might be a regular occurrence so I had to get used to dealing with it. "I'm not a prossy!" "Sorry love, you just look so good, good enough to eat in fact, I hope I haven't upset you, asking you like that." "It's okay, my friend had to explain what you meant, he said that you were either offering me two quid or two hundred pounds for sex." He laughed, "I was definitely offering you two hundred but I would have wanted a free hand for two hours for that." I should have been upset I guess but I couldn't see it myself, like my mother said, the men who are open about things aren't a problem, nothing like the men who say one thing but mean another. He was standing with his back to the shop so as we talked I was looking at Brian in my peripheral vision, the man was shifting his weight from one foot to the other, this was rocking his hips from side to side and I could see that his dick was moving like the arm of a metronome, swinging across the front of his body, it was rock hard and he was giving himself pleasure from it rubbing across the inside of his trousers. I looked at Brian, just a flick of my eyes, he was still third in the queue, the staff were working hard behind the servery but it was obvious that they didn't have any chips ready to sell. Brian looked at the man standing talking to me and he knew what the man wanted from me, he mouthed, 'Are...you...okay?' I smiled at Brian, I looked up and then down slowly, I was saying yes but without letting the man I was talking to know that I was communicating with Brian inside the shop. I saw Brian look around the inside of the shop to make sure that no one was looking at him but me. He formed his hand into a lose fist and shook it from side to side, reminding me of what I'd been doing to him for most of the morning, then he pointed to his own cock and then he pointed to the man that I was talking too. Brian looked around inside the shop again, just to check that no one was watching hin and he mouthed, 'I...am...going...to...be...a...while...why...don't...you...give...him...a...hand...job?' I casually shrugged my shoulders, I couldn't do anything like that out in the street, I didn't even know if I wanted to. Brian gestured with his head up the road, away from the chemists shop, I followed his head movement and saw an alleyway that went from Main Street to my street, like the one that ran from my street to Brian's street. I looked down at the man's swinging cock again and then I looked at my right hand, I formed it into an open fist as if I were holding a cock in it, I looked from my hand to the man's face and then a quick flick to Brian. The man's face had turned into a Cheshire cat grin as he realised the position I was holding my hand. He looked over his shoulder at the queue and then back at me, "Looks like your friend is going to be in there a while, we could go somewhere for a few minutes, I'll give you a 'Spit-roast' if you give me a 'Peddle'...we can do it in my car..." he looked over at the entrance to the alleyway, "...or we could do it in that alleyway!" Brian was now closing and opening his hand, three times before mouthing 'Or' and he opened his hand four times, he was telling me that I should charge fifteen or twenty pounds. I was confused, I didn't understand what the guy was saying and the confusion was being added to by Brian telling me to charge the man fifteen to twenty pounds. "I'm sorry, I didn't understand a word of that." "Well, you know what a 'Spit-roast' is don't you?" I shook my head and the man chuckled at my response, "Well, a spit roast is when there are two men with one woman and one man fucks the woman's mouth while the other fucks one of her other holes." "You mean you and my friend?" He laughed out loud, "No, I was just explaining what a 'Spit-roast' was to give you the background to the term, in rhyming slang, an Eyrton Senna is a tenner and a Lady Godiva is a fiver so a 'Spit roast' is two Eyrton Senna's and a Lady Godiva or twenty-five pounds and a 'Peddle' comes from 'Peddle and crank' or..." I butted in, "Wank!" That's right, so I'm offering you twenty-five quid for a hand job, now that's way above the going rate so I expect to be allowed to kiss you as well as touch you...what do you say?" I let my eyes flick over to Brian again, he was gesturing with his head again towards the alleyway, "Okay, you've got a deal." "You go ahead of me, go as far down the alley as you need to so that you feel safe." As I walked the fifty feet to the ally I was remembering watching my mother being fucked against the wall of the church with eighty people milling around as well as me and all of my family standing just feet away and the fact that she let the old man with his dog screw her in the wood where anyone could walk past and see her and then she'd let my Uncle Paul strip her naked in the woods and fuck her. I giggled as I remembered John Flowers screwing her against the tree while my father was less than three feet away so the whole sex outdoors taboo didn't seem so strong in my mind after seeing all of that. I stopped twenty feet down the alley, there was a chimneybreast sticking out of the wall by eighteen inches at the twenty foot mark and another at the thirty foot mark so there was an eighteen inch deep recess in the wall. I stood close to the chimneybreast with my back against the wall. He followed me down the alley and he handed me the money. I opened my shoulder bag, it held my front door keys and a travel pack of tissues and now, a 'Spit-roast' as well. He pushed me against the wall and slammed his lips against mine, kissing me hard as he pulled the front of my skirt up and began feeling around between my legs with his left hand. He hit my magic button and sent me spiralling towards an orgasm before he pulled his lips away from mine, "Get my cock out for me darling!" I struggled to get his zipper open and his cock out as I was bouncing through an orgasm. His right hand was rubbing over my breasts through my blouse and within seconds he had my buttons open and my tits out as I started massaging his cock with my right hand. I wasn't doing a very good job of getting him off between the passionate kissing, the finger fucking driving me through orgasm after orgasm and him bucking his hips against me. Eventually he pushed my hand away from his cock and pressed his cock against my belly and he began thrusting his cock against my belly as he kissed me. I heard a scuff of a shoe on gravel and I opened my eyes to see Brian standing there with his phone in his hand, he was filming the man getting himself off against my stomach. He felt the movement of my head as I looked at Brian and he pulled his lips off of mine and he looked towards Brian, "Do we have a problem mate?" Brian grinned and shook his head, "No mate, no problem here!" The man stepped back a half pace and looked down at my body, my blouse wide open and my tits on display, the bottom hem of my skirt had been tucked down into the waistband so my pussy was on display as well. The man put his right hand on my shoulder and pushed me down, I ended up on my knees and he was rubbing his own cock in front of my face. I was looking from his cock to Brian's face and suddenly I was hit in my face with a big splat of semen as he emptied his balls, he stepped back and a second jet landed across my breasts. I was pulled to my feet and he gave me one last kiss as he wiped his cock clean against my belly. "I hope that we can do more next time darling!" He left me standing almost naked in the ally with Brian filming me with his camera, I had to guess that I looked a proper fright, when he splashed my face I'd gasped in shock and again as he splashed down over my breasts, I felt wet and sticky all over. I looked in both directions to see if I had to cover up quickly and get his spunk all over my mother's clothes. No one in sight so I opened my shoulder bag and took out my pack of tissues and wiped myself clean, all caught on Brian's camera. Brian just stood there grinning at me as I fastened the buttons down the front of my blouse and my final act before walking back to Brian's flat was to pull the bottom hem of my skirt out of the waistband and drop it down to cover my pussy. We linked arms and walked to my street, we had to do a thirty foot dog-leg as the alleyways didn't line up. As we passed the doorway to the closed down shop I pointed at the condoms, "They weren't there yesterday, they all turned up overnight." "That was probably Kelly, she used to use the stairway of your block until the landlord put a new lock on the door last week." When we got into Brian's flat I offered him the Twenty-five pounds but he refused to take it, "No, you buy yourself something nice with that, a little fun and a little bonus as well." Brian linked his phone into his PC and he broadcast the film he'd made of me to his friends before he went into the kitchen to get a plate for the chips. When Brian came back, he was naked, "Are we eating on the sofa or the bed?" "The sofa!" I opened the paper wrapping the chips up and turned them out onto the plate and while I was doing that Brian moved the webcam back from the top of the TV and onto the office table. Brian sat on the right seat of the sofa and I undressed before I sat on the left seat, our lunch sat on the middle cushion between us and we started eating with the World Wide Web watching us. It took fifteen minutes before I was full, I'd eaten two thirds of a battered jumbo sausage and a small amount of the chips. When I said I was finished, Brian took the last bit of my sausage and popped it into his mouth but he left the rest of the chips. He took what was left of our lunch into the kitchen and when he came back he was carrying a box of condoms and a tube of silicon based lubricant. "I'm not pressuring you today, you've already done great for one day, but I'd really love to start trying to open you up for sex today if I can." I took the box of condoms off of him and pulled the little tab to peel the cellophane off of the outside. Brian was just standing in front of me, he was standing as well as his cock. I took a condom from the box and ripped the foil wrapper, I pinched the teat and eased the ring of latex over his cockhead. "The only thing I remember about sex education classes is how to roll a condom down a brush handle!" I made sure that the latex reached Brian's balls and looked over to the bed, "Here or on the bed?" ... it was a stupid question really, Brian had already moved the camera from the bed to cover the sofa. Brian sat in the space that the plate had been when we were eating, he opened the lubricant tube and he dribbled it over the top of his condom covered cock. He used the middle finger of his right hand to rub the oil all over the condom. He drizzled more lubricant over his finger and he rubbed it all over my pussy hole, more lubricant and he pushed his finger up me. "Okay, climb on top!" I straddled his hips and he rubbed his slippery cock back and forth and up and down my gash. "Is it okay if I get in you now?" I nodded my head. It hurt a little, it was a good job that he'd lubricated his condom covered cock or it would have hurt even more. We took it slowly and I was easing myself down onto his cock slowly. Brian was pulling my bum cheeks wide open, "Do you think any of my spunk from earlier is still up your bum darling?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Well, can I test it, see if any is still left up there please?" I was confused, test for what? But I didn't mind, he could do whatever he wanted to do, I'd loved everything we'd done so far. Brian pulled my bum cheeks harder and then he started rubbing the tip of his middle finger over my anal muscle. It took him five minutes to work his finger into my bottom hole to the first knuckle. I was looking down my body, he still had two inches of his cock to get into me and he started thrusting. I winced in pain, "Sorry darling, I'm going too fast because I'm desperate to cum in you. If I could fuck you without the condom on it would be a little easier, a little thinner and my foreskin would help reduce the friction. He stopped pushing and I was still two inches away from his balls. "I've really got to push harder but you're so tight I'll rupture the condom. Can I try another way please? It might hurt a little more but at least I'll be able to fuck you and cum in you without making you pregnant." "If you promise to stop if it hurts too much, you can do what you want." He started pulling his finger to one side and then he slid his index finger up my bum at the side of his middle finger. He got both fingers up me and I looked over my shoulder at the webcam shot of his cock in my cunt and his fingers up my bum. He was trying to part his fingers and he was twisting his hand from side to side. As I watched he pulled his fingers out of my bum fast. He picked the tube of lubricant up and flipped the top off, he lined the mouth of the tube up with my anal muscle, pushed it into my bum and then he squeezed, pushing half the tube up my bum. I was picked up and almost thrown onto my knees, my hips hard against the arm of the sofa and Brian was moving in behind me ripping the condom off as he moved. I watched as the head of his cock hit my anal muscle hard. Lubricant was being pumped out of my bum by my internal muscles as his cockhead engaged and he pressed down with all of his weight. There was an audible 'POP!' as the shaft of his cock disappeared from view up my bum. Brian went a little crazy, it hurt a lot but I didn't do anything to stop him and after five minutes of pain it turned to pleasure and I managed an orgasm as he fired off up my bum for the second time that day, only this time, his cock wasn't knocking on the door to my anus as he spurted up me, he was knocking on the door of my stomach from below. He'd fallen, his chest pressing my body down against the arm of the sofa as he tried to get his breath back. 'Buzzzzzzzzzzz!' "The front door!" Brian pushed himself up off my back and my anal muscled expelled his cock and his semen from my bum hole. I would have walked to the passageway to ask who was there but Brian walked to the window and looked into the street. "Fuck it, it's the police...someone must have reported seeing me with you." I looked confused. "the thing is darling...I've been in trouble before for having a girl friend who wasn't old enough to have sex and now I'm banned from having the internet, a telephone or a girlfriend...well, a girlfriend of your age anyway and now the police will want to search my flat. Get dressed quickly." I was panicking. Brian gave me a wad of tissues to put between my legs before I pulled my knickers on. There was the sound of banging from the main door, it sounded like the police were trying to break the door down. I finished dressing and Brian gave me a bag full of things, his webcam, the portable drive with the ripped off hard drives from his fixed computers, a removable hard drive from his own computer that he swapped for an innocent one and his mobile phone. Brian was wearing just his underpants when he took me across the passageway to the flat opposite. He pushed a knife into the gap around the wooden sheet that was covering the door, "When you get in there, make sure that you turn the Wi-Fi router off and don't turn my phone back on until the police have buggered off." He put his finger to his lips and said, "Shhhhhh, keep quiet until I come back and get you. When I push the board back into place, push the wooden bar back down to lock the board in place." Because of the poor sound insulation in the block I could hear Brian as he ran down the stairs and talking to the police at the front door. "Okay Brian, what took you so long to answer the door?" "I was having an after lunch nap and I didn't hear the bell, I only heard you when you were trying to bash the door down." "We've been ringing the bell for ten minutes." "I didn't hear the bell upstairs. If you don't believe me, why don't you come up with me and he can ring the bell, you'll see that I can't hear it up in the flat easily." I heard them talking as they climbed the stairs and then the doorbell started ringing down in the entrance but this time it didn't ring up in the flat. "Come on Brian, where is she?" "Where is who Detective Sergeant Hooper?" "The young girl that you were seen with on Main Street earlier!" I don't know who you mean officer...unless you mean the 'Tom' that was touting for business when I was in the chemists, she came on to me but I walked off, I think she did business with a suit in a plumb BMW, he sounded like a Londoner to me." "Don't give me that Brian, you're the only 'Kiddie fiddler' around here." "On my life Mister Hooper, you can ask at the chippy, the girl did the trade with the guy right in front of the chip shop, I think she's working in the doorway of the old supermarket in the alley between the blocks." The Detective Constable was sent to look in the doorway of the supermarket and to go to ask the chip shop owner what he'd seen. It took thirty minutes before the DC returned, "Mr Hassan at the chip shop says he saw a young girl doing business in front of his shop and she took her punter down the side alley, walking this way and the doorway to the old supermarket has seven used condoms in front of the door, the council cleaned that alley up over the weekend so all the condoms are really fresh." I was in the empty flat for an hour, it was starting to worry me a little, I was wearing my mother's clothes and I didn't want her to get home first...I didn't want to get caught in a known sex offender's flat, or even hiding in the flat next door to a known sex offender either. I watched from the window as three uniformed police officers took every computer from Brian's flat. They had turned the place upside down looking for a mobile phone, checking for a live telephone line or internet connection. What made it worse, for the first time in five weeks, I had a mobile phone in my hands but couldn't use it, not even to tell me what time it was. Brian left me for around thirty minutes after the police left him in his flat, I was looking out of the flat's window and I saw the comings and goings of some of the working girls in front of Brian's flat, I also saw the reason that Brian hadn't come straight to me, one of the detectives was parked across the road from Brian's front door for twenty minutes, obviously a trap to see if I popped up anywhere." Brian knocked on the door and I lifted the bar so that Brian could pull the wooden board out of the way. "Sorry about that darling, we have to be more careful if we walk around here together in future. How's your bottom, I'm worried that I went in too hard." I stopped him talking by covering his lips with mine and we kissed for five minutes. "I'm so turned on after that, you standing just a few inches away from five coppers going through my flat with a fine toothed comb, I'd really love to fuck you again right now, how does your bottom feel now?" It's a little painful, not too bad though but I've got to go or my mother will get home before me." There were no PCs or laptops left in his flat, "What about the video's of my mum and John?" "I wipe everything off of the computers when I rip it into my external hard drive, they won't even find the ghost of what was there. Will you do me a favour, keep all my stuff at your house for a week?"
I smiled and nodded my head, "Can I use your mobile phone while I'm looking after it please?" It was Brian's turn to nod his head and smile, "I'd better turn the Wi-Fi back on for you." "How come your Wi-Fi comes from an empty flat?" "When they moved out, they didn't tell the phone company and as I'm not allowed to have a phone line or access to the internet, I just pick up their post and pay the phone bill to keep it connected, the Wi-Fi will reach your flat easily, just like sound, radio waves travel around inside the blocks easily." I had to kiss Brian goodbye so I could get home, it was already gone four o'clock and my mother could be home any time. I ran from Brian's flat all the way home, four men had commented to me or at me as I ran, I could have accepted offers of sex from all of them but I was in a hurry to get home, so, "Not this time thanks!" without stopping. I stripped out of my mother's clothes as quickly as I could, her bra, blouse and skirt went back into her wardrobe of sexy clothes and her knickers went into the washing basket. I'd just finished putting my jeans, knickers, bra and T-shirt on when the doorbell sounded...now that worried me, what if that copper hadn't driven off but just moved...he could be standing at my front door right now to take me in for questioning. I resisted the temptation to go to the intercom and looked out of my mother's bedroom window. 'Well, colour me surprised, not a copper at the main entrance but John Flowers standing there, large as life.' I went to the intercom, pressed the 'Speak' button, "Hello...how can I help you?" I let go of the 'Speak' button and pressed the 'Listen' button, that put a little beep to tell John that he could speak...well, "Erm, is that Sarah?" "Yes, who is this please?" "You won't remember me, I tried to speak to you a few times in the past, my name is John Flowers, I'm here to see your mother, is she there please?" "She's not home from work yet but I'm sure that she won't be long now." "Okay, I'll wait for her in my car." "You can come up, I'll make you a cup of tea or coffee if you like." Long delay...very long delay. "Thanks, I'd like that." I buzzed the lock to open the main door and then I went into the kitchen to put the kettle on. He knocked at the front door of the flat. I opened the door to him and he just stood there with a silly grin on his face. "What happened to the girl from the small village who wouldn't talk to a stranger?" "I didn't know that you were my mother's special friend with benefits." He looked shocked at that comment, I was gesturing for him to enter the flat and pointing the way to the living room. "Erm, what do you mean, special friend with benefits?" I had to think fast on my feet now, "Mr Prendergast told me that he saw you playing with my mother in Coppicemoor Spinney." "I don't know anyone called Prendergast!" "He has an Alsatian called Hero, he said that you sent my mother into the woods wearing only a mackintosh so that you could film her having sex with strangers." Luckily I'd remembered that the dog my mother was fussing over in the video while the old man was fucking her was called Hero. The whistle on the kettle sounded so I turned to go into the kitchen to make John a coffee and at that moment I heard my mother's key rattle in the door lock. "Hi mum, your friend is here, I'm making him a coffee, what would you like?" My mother looked into the living room, a shocked look on her face and as I made two coffees I heard a whispered, "She knows everything, she knows what we did that first time in Coppicemoor Spinney,...well, about you and the old man with the dog, she knows him and he told her all about it." I smiled as my mother gasped in shock. 5,505 Words.
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