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Published : 15 April 2020

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Prelude to a Typical Saturday

Story Code: M/F, M/f, Oral, Prostitution, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism

On Monday the twenty-fifth of March, I had my usual coffee morning at my friend Mary Cooper's house...we'd been friends since school and today's coffee morning was just the two of us so it was just a nice natter about anything and everything. I managed to drag the chat out until eleven-thirty before I went home and started my main job of the week. I stripped all four beds and got the laundry production line working and then I started in the bedrooms, hovering and dusting every surface as I went through the whole house. I cooked dinner for the evening meal for my family and as usual, after dinner I washed the pots. That was my typical Monday and on the twenty-sixth of March, I did my typical Tuesday routine...get breakfast for everyone, make sure that my husband, John had enough clean shirts ironed for the week, in case he suddenly had to work away from home for the week. I made sure that the kids had their kit ready for school and kicked them out of the house in time for the school bus and then I left home at eight o'clock.

I worked in a small clothing factory in town, it took me three quarters of an hour to walk there so I had time for a coffee before I sat at my sewing machine or rather my overlocking machine to start work. I worked Tuesday to Thursday, three eight hour long shifts where I had to sew the side seams into dresses, side seams and link the shoulders with my overlocking machine before passing them on to the next step, the hemming machine. I got paid ten pounds an hour basic salary and if I managed to sew eight dozen dresses in the day, I'd get eight pounds in bonus payments for the day.

I only worked three days, just a total of twenty-four hours so I also did all the housework, all the laundry, all the cooking and most of the gardening as well. Nothing out of the ordinary ever happened in my life in the sleepy little village on the edge of a sleepy little town but that all changed on Thursday the twenty-eighth...up until six o'clock, that Thursday evening was just another typical Thursday...the only thing out of the ordinary was that there were a few more men in suits walking around inside the factory with 'Visitors' badges on their jackets. We all knew that the company had been struggling for a while, we had our baseline order book from our regular customers, some going back fifty years and the rumour-mill had it that the suits walking around the factory were, desperately needed, potential new customers checking out our workmanship and production facilities.

At six o'clock I was cleaning my machine, removing the fluff and emptying the waste collection bag. There were eight of us that worked the same shift pattern as me, we were all getting ready to finish for the week, the last job was to put a drop of light machine oil into all the oiling points when the owner of the company gathered us all together and asked us if we could come in at eight o'clock in the morning, even though none of us would usually work on a Friday, Samantha who worked the hemming machine next to my overlocking machine asked why he wanted us all to come in so early on our day off.

"I can't tell you anything at the moment but what I can say is that we'll need all hands to the pumps for a few weeks starting at eight o'clock in the morning!"

The whispered gossip as we walked through the factory went a little like, "I wonder if those men that came around the factory today have given us a new dress contract, perhaps I'll get back to full time at last!"

I said, "Well, I never worked full time, all I've ever done is part time here."

Most of the factory worked full time, it was only the dress line that were working shorter hours, Samantha was really looking forward to getting back to full time at last.

I broke the bad news to John when I got home, I'd have to leave home at seven o'clock to be able to get to the factory by eight o'clock so he'd have to sort the kids breakfast out and get them on the school bus on time with all the books and other kit that they'd need for the day.

I turned up at the factory at eight o'clock and was asked to go into the owner's office instead of to my machine. I was with the other eight woman from the dress production line...well, we weren't being invited to work full time and the owner still couldn't tell us exactly what was going on but he needed our help...or rather our customers needed our help to fulfil their contracts as quickly as possible.

"I'd like you ladies to work eight to eight, Monday to Friday for the next thirteen weeks...I'll be honest with you, I'd ask for more hours but the zoning for this area limits us to working just those hours."

Debora asked about overtime payments, "Will we get paid time and a half for hours over our twenty-four hours or will we get time and a half for hours over forty hours?"

"I'm sorry Deb but I can't pay more than single time for all sixty hours...but, you girls trust me don't you?" we all nodded our heads, "...well, trust me on this point, whatever else happens, I will make it worth your while if you give me sixty hours a week for the next thirteen weeks, you won't lose out."

Each of us were handed a form to sign, we all had to opt out of the European Working Hours Directive that limited working hours to a maximum of forty-eight hours a week. I was the first to sign and get back to my machine. Each one of us were given a slip of paper by our supervisor, mine said that I'd finished a dozen dresses already, even though I hadn't even turned my machine on...that made sure that I got the ten percent bonus for the hour that I wasn't able to work because of our meeting.

I managed to phone John to warn him that I'd be working late and that he'd have to get the kids their dinner, I told him that I'd grab a snack on my way home so not to cook anything for me. I finished work at eight o'clock in the evening on the dot, as we left the factory there was a sixteen year old boy at the factory gate, he held us up a moment or two, asked us for our name and then handed us a letter to take with us.

I grabbed a bag of chips and started my walk back home...John had offered to come and pick me up after work to save my long walk but I told him that after sitting at my machine for twelve hours, I needed a walk to stretch my legs and back.

I got home at nine o'clock, had a quick shower, dressed in my nighty with my dressing gown on top and went down to sit with the kids for an hour until they went to bed, we allowed them to stay up until ten o'clock on Fridays and Saturdays because there was no school in the morning. After the kids went to bed I cuddled up to John on the sofa.

"So...what's going on at work then?"

I shrugged my shoulders, "I have no idea...oh, they gave me this letter as I finished work tonight!"

I dug the letter out of my bag and John opened it.

"This isn't good news darling, it's three months notice of redundancy. The company is in administration, the government have taken it off of Mr Preston and will run it until a buyer can be found and if they can't find one, everything will be auctioned off."

"Preston's Prestige Paraphernalia is the last clothing factory in the area, if they close that factory down...what will I do for work?"

"Don't worry about that for now, you have three months to look for work and according to this letter, the government will be paying you ten months normal salary when you finish, so, if you don't go mad with your money, you could go almost a year without worrying about getting a job."

"But what if there aren't any jobs in hosiery when I've finished at Preston's?"

"You'll have to think of something you're good at or something you'll enjoy doing...you've got plenty of time to look around!"

I checked my watch, "The kids will be asleep by now and I'm dead on my feet so can we go to bed now?"

I got another kiss and then John stood up, he offered me his hand and pulled me to my feet and we had another kiss as I finished my climb off of the sofa. It was Friday night and John and I had a rule, even if neither of us really wanted sex, we would have sex every Friday night...nothing special, just one orgasm each, we didn't bother getting undressed, I'd just lift my nighty and he would pull his cock out of his pyjama bottoms...it was just a little exercise and ten minutes of bonding time, not like the sex we had on high-days and holidays which would be far more 'Exotic' if not far more 'Erotic'.

I said thoughtfully, "If only there was some way of earning money from sex...it's something I'm good at and I like doing!"

John slapped my bottom playfully, propelling me towards the stairs, "I can't afford to pay you two hundred and fifty pounds for one shag a week darling...no matter how good you are at it!"

I climbed the stairs ahead of John, half way up the stairs I could see into Sarah and Dawn's bedrooms, they had two single beds, one on each side of the room but as usual, Sarah and Dawn were in the same bed and they were cuddling together...spooning. Sarah was sixteen and Dawn was fourteen so they were really close and had shared a room since Peter was born twelve years ago.

I closed their bedroom door and moved on to Peter's bedroom, his door was also wide open. John passed me in the hallway and went into our bedroom while I checked on Peter. His bedroom smelled like he had a pet skunk in there with him, I walked in to open his bedroom window and spotted a pile of tissues on his bedside rug. I picked up the tissues and then wished I hadn't, the tissues were soaking wet and it wasn't from blowing his nose...so now I was in no doubt where the skunky smell was coming from. I dropped the wet tissues into the bin in his room and opened his bedroom window before covering Peter with his sheet and kissing his forehead gently without disturbing him!"

I crossed the hall to our bedroom, John was already in bed, I closed our bedroom door and turned the lights off.

I slipped into bed with John, on his right, I rolled onto my left hand side and lifted my right knee, crossing it over his right thigh, I used my inner thigh to stroke from just above his knee to just below his balls. John slipped his right arm under my neck and he kissed my forehead, "I see that you've closed all the doors!"

"Yes, it is Friday night!"

"I know that it's Friday night but you look totally done in..." I lifted my knee a little higher and rubbed my inner thigh over his cock, his erection trying to push my knee away, "...I really want to fuck you but you look so damned tired and I'd feel guilty shagging you while you're so tired so can we suspend our usual Friday night fuck until after you've finished working long hours at the factory please!"

"But I've woken 'Little John' up now, I can't leave him like that...can I?"

John rolled onto his right hand side, he lined his mouth up with mine and as he kissed me he rubbed his cock, I realised instantly what he was doing even in the dark and as we were so close together, I pulled the front of my nighty up so that when he brought himself to a climax, instead of wetting my nighty, his spunk splashed down all over my belly.

I had planned on wiping my belly dry but I didn't get that far, I was already sleeping and so was John, both of us covered in his spunk and that is exactly how we were when we woke up in the morning...the spunk on my belly now a dried starch scab.

Saturday wasn't in any way a typical Saturday...John left me in bed to sleep in late while he looked after the kids breakfast, John had taken Sarah to her dance classes and to make sure that I managed to get a little more sleep he took Dawn and Peter into town with him to keep them out of the way.

And that was basically how things went for the next thirteen weeks, no Monday coffee mornings, John doing most of the work around the house, the only thing I had to do in the way of housework was the ironing for John's work shirts and the kid's school uniforms.

At the end of thirteen weeks I was like a walking zombie because I'd worked so hard...such long hours.

Even on my last day at work, the fourteenth of June, I was still working at eight o'clock at night, the administrators hadn't managed to sell the factory as a going concern so all of the machinery and remaining stock would be auctioned off and if that didn't cover the companies outstanding debts, the government would be going after Mr Preston for the deficit, 'Preston's Prestige Paraphernalia' was a privately owned company rather than a limited liability company so he was personally responsible for the debts. I'd worked so hard as had the other seven women on the dress production line that none of us had been able to go for our end of employment meeting with the administrators but as we'd all have to sign onto the unemployment register on Monday, the administrator had booked an office in the Job Centre to deal with us all, my appointment for Monday was just after lunch...I chose that particular slot so that I could have my first coffee morning at Mary Cooper's house in thirteen weeks.

Again I walked home after work eating a bag of chips on Friday evening. I noticed something strange, I'd made the same walk every night for sixty-five nights and each time I walked along the main road, more cars would slow down as they passed me. It was more pronounced tonight though, I recognised at least two cars that drove past me slowly, then rocketed off at high speed towards the motorway only to return four minutes later and pass me again, again slowly before speeding up into town again before returning once again...the thought crossed my mind that there seemed to be a lot of men driving aimlessly between town and the motorway roundabout tonight.

I got home and John looked more tired than I felt, "Rough day darling?"

John whistled and then said, "I got home early so I stripped the beds and started washing the sheets, then I cleaned all the bedrooms and made dinner. I got the kids to wash the pots while I did the laundry and I've just finished hovering in here and dusting everywhere...I'll clean the kitchen in the morning!"

"You don't have to do that, now that I'm officially unemployed, I'll clean the kitchen, take over the housework again but thanks for giving me a head start!"

We went to bed thirty minutes after the kids again and I went through the Friday night ritual, closing the girl's bedroom door, picking up a handful of wet tissues off of Peter's bedside rug before they set in place, opened his bedroom window to clear the smell and covered him with his sheet before closing his door.

I closed our bedroom door and went to turn the lights off when I noticed that John was almost asleep. I killed the lights and climbed into bed with him...I wasn't actually feeling as tired as I had on that first Friday night, thirteen lonnnnnng weeks ago, my body had obviously gotten used to the longer hours so I was willing to get right back into our Friday night routine but tonight, it was John that was knackered.

I kissed him and he said sleepily, "I'm sorry darling...I'm dead beat...we'll get back to normal next Friday I promise."

I snuggled up to my husband and remembered what he had done thirteen weeks earlier so as he drifted off to sleep, I did something I hadn't done since I was a teenager and I looked after the itch between my thighs myself. I was looking forward to a 'Typical Saturday' once again in the morning!

Typical Saturday
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, M/f, Oral, Prostitution, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism

It was a typical Saturday morning, Sarah had her music playing loud and she was in her pyjamas, dancing barefoot in the corner of the living room, Dawn was sitting in, or was it on, a comfortable chair reading a book, her back against one armrest and her knees over the other. While Sarah preferred to wear pyjamas with shorts for their bottoms, Dawn was definitely a nighty girl, Dawn hated wearing shorts, I think it reminded her too much of school sports...that or she liked the freedom that a nighty could provide.

Peter was out on the patio, he was kicking a soft ball about, he was wearing pyjamas too, pyjamas and slippers on his feet as he kicked the ball back and forth. I was baking, bread and cake that we'd eat at teatime and John was sitting in the dining room reading a week's worth of local evening newspapers that he'd been too busy to read all week long.

Our usual Saturday morning took a sudden turn away from normality when John said, "Hey darling, do you know Christina North...her name is here in the court report, it give her address as 'No Fixed Abode'...I'm sure I've seen her name in church records before so she must live nearby "

"Didn't Christina rent the old barn conversion from the Giles farm?"

"You mean the conversion Ben Giles thought would get him planning consent when they built the new link road through his land?

"Yes, that's the one...your father didn't like the trickery that Ben used to get the road layout altered so that the road looped around his old barnyard and your dad poisoned the water for him with the local planners."

"I'm sure that my father didn't do anything underhand, he just remembered the old Roman fort site that had been found when Ben's family put that barn compound around the old barn during the war...it was still on record in the county archive that they only allowed him to surround the barn with concrete because they needed the space to help food production during the war. They allowed it because the slabs of concrete could be lifted without disturbing the archaeology under the surface."

"Anyway, why was Christina in the newspaper?"

"It says here, an act of gross indecency in a public place...but not exactly what happened."

A little voice from the living room sparked up, "Some of the kids at school said that she was caught working on the bus from Oxford and that old man Giles kicked her out before the case got to court!"

I moved into the doorway and looked in, "Dawn, what did you say?"

Her nose lifted from her book to look over at me for a second before turning the page of her book and returning to it, "Just that some of the boys from school were complaining that North Cottage was closed down and that they'd need to find someplace else to go when they needed..." Dawn looked up from her book again, John was standing behind me with his hands on my shoulders, I could tell that Dawn was trying to formulate her next statement, "...erm, a massage...Miss North was a therapeutic masseuse!"

I was a little confused at that comment, "You mean she was giving someone a massage on the Oxford to Cambridge express bus?"

A hint of a smile crossed Dawn's face and she flicked the next page in the book, "I don't know what she was doing but the kind of massage that most men went to her for could easily be done while sitting on a bus...just a little dangerous to do it if the bus has other people on it or if you're stopped at traffic lights where a pedestrian could see what she was doing!"

John returned to his newspaper and read the court report again, "Says photographic evidence provided by the bus company was used to identify Miss North and she has been bailed while the man she was with in the photograph is found."

Dawn smiled again, "She left about a month ago, haven't you seen how frustrated and upset all the local men are looking at the moment?"

John phoned his father, "What do you know about North Cottage and the woman who used to live there?"

The conversation was short and even John got a smile on his face as he spoke to his father. He gestured for me to move away from the living room door so that Dawn couldn't hear us.

"My dad said that it was well known that Christina North was a working prostitute, Ben Giles charged her way over the odds for rent because he knew that she was using the cottage as a knocking shop, the link road was perfect because men could use the motorway to get to her cottage from all over the country, men could get from Peterborough to her house in thirty minutes and no one in the village would ever see the comings and goings. She could even take eighteen wheelers because of the large concrete slab around the cottage. Ben evicted her before the cottage could be mentioned in the local newspaper."

"I wonder how the boys at Dawn's school found out about her?"

The voice from the living room took me by surprise, "Miss North used to give local boys a discount and their first time with her was always free!"

I gave John a shocked look and mouthed, 'How the hell can she hear us right over here over her sister's music?'

John just shrugged his shoulders and I went back to the living room door, "How do you know about it?"

"Most of the boys from my class have had their free try but they can't even afford the half price go after the first."

"How old are the boys that used to visit her?"

"Some boys from primary school have been to her but almost every boy at the comprehensive school has used her...erm...massage services!"

I decided to try and get Saturday back on track, I went to the back door and told Peter to get changed, it was a quarter to ten in the morning and he could go down the park to play football with his friends. Peter had squeezed past me in the doorway before I could move a single step. I followed him through the living room, turning Sarah's music down to tell the girls that it was time to get dressed and face the day. "Sarah, get changed into your dance kit, dance class is in fifteen minutes time!" I looked over at Dawn, when I was in the kitchen talking privately to her father, Dawn had heard every word we'd said even over Sarah's music but now that I was in the room with them and talking to them with no music on Dawn couldn't seem to hear me.

I had to touch Dawn's shoulder to get her attention, "You need some fresh air darling, get dressed and go and get some exercise!"

Peter had run up stairs as fast as he could move, Sarah had gone up at a more sedate pace but Dawn almost seemed to be dragging out the climb in the hopes that I'd change my mind and let her stay in the living room reading her book.

Peter was dressed and running down the stairs before Dawn was even half way up...mind you, Peter wasn't wearing much, just a t-shirt and shorts, his football boots and football socks were in the utility room so he was barefoot.

Sarah had done her hair and make-up and was wearing her leotard and mini wrap-over skirt but she still managed to get to the top of the stairs to come down before Dawn had reached the top.

John took Wednesday and Thursday's evening papers with him to read in the car outside the dance school while Sarah took two classes, thirty minute Modern Dance, and thirty minutes Jazz Dance with a fifteen minute break between the two.

When Dawn came back down the stairs I wondered why I'd told her to get changed, her dress was shorter than her nighty, the material the dress was made out of was just as thin as her nighty and the neckline was cut lower than her nighty. The only difference was that one was labelled 'Night Dress' and the other was labelled 'Party Dress'.

Dawn collected her book as she passed the chair that she was sitting on and I took it out of her hands in the kitchen, "You're going out to get a little exercise, not to park yourself on the first bench or wall that you come across and start reading all over again!"

I ushered Dawn out of the house and then got back to my baking. I needed full fat milk for my baking but when I checked my refrigerator, I found that the kids had used all the full fat milk rather than using the semi-skinned as I'd asked them to. So, long story short, I found I suddenly needed a bottle of milk and all the kids were out of the house so I'd have to go to the shop myself or wait for over an hour for John and Sarah to get back, putting my baking back several hours.

I washed my hands and grabbed my handbag and headed off to the local shop...well, as local as possible, the village lost its shop several years earlier and now the nearest shop to us was the petrol station on the edge of of the nearby town. The quickest way to get to the petrol station would be walking across the fields separating the town from our village...well, the second quickest way at least, it would have been far quicker to have driven there in a car but I didn't drive and my husband was sitting in town outside the dance studio reading three day old newspapers.

I walked past several people...men actually...I'd known them for many years and they all usually seemed very happy-go-lucky men in my experience but today, to a man, they looked like a bunch of right miserable bastards.

I had to cross the new link road...hell, why did we all still call it that, it was over five years old but the council had never bothered to name it, it just had an impersonal number. I had to wait for a slow moving car to pass me before I could cross the road to the petrol station, he slowed even more and wound his passenger side window down, calling over to me, "Do you know where North Cottage is please...I was told that it was on this road somewhere before the petrol station...unless there is another petrol station further along the road,"

I looked over the roof of his car and to my right, "This road only goes a few hundred yards past the petrol station to a round about so no other buildings on this road at all, just North Cottage and the petrol station..." I crouched down to look in his window and pointed behind him, "...If you look over there, you can just see the roof of the cottage but it looks like a horsebox has been parked across the driveway into the cottage!"

He didn't look happy, he looked rather frustrated...a bit like the look on the faces of several of my male neighbours I'd seen on my walk to the shop. "I heard a rumour that the cottage was vacant...has been for a few weeks now."

"Just my bloody luck...if it wasn't for bad luck, I'd have no luck at all!"

He chuckled at his own joke and then thanked me for my time.

I spotted a break in the traffic and ran for the shop built into the petrol station. I picked up a bottle of milk and spotted the man standing at the side of his car parked on the petrol station's forecourt, he was on the phone or rather, trying to use his mobile phone, waving it around like a madman looking for a signal. The man had fallen foul of our village being in a valley, shielded from the world's cell phone network by high hills with underlying ironstone sediments.

Most of the villagers had mobile phones that could be used anywhere else in the world...just not in our own village. My husband had proposed a resolution to the problem at a recent Parish Council meeting. John had pointed out that the government would give the village one high speed internet hub, totally free of charge if it was installed in a public building. John had suggested having it installed in the church spire, if the router was installed at the very top of the tower, rather than covering one hundred square feet, it would cover closer to a square mile. There was a second step to my husband's proposal and that was that people living towards the outer edge of the coverage area had wi-fi repeaters installed in their own roof space to further extend the range of the free cover and in that way, the whole village could be covered by free high speed wi-fi. It wouldn't have solved the mobile phone call issue but it would have allowed emails or social media messaging anywhere in the village.

The next second he was in the shop to use the pay phone inside. All I wanted was a bottle of milk, a pint would have done me but they only had half gallon containers left, four pints was way more full fat milk than I really needed but why I was dawdling was because I wondered what the man was doing in the shop using the pay phone.

I was one row away from the wall with the pay phone on it and my head was lower than the stack of breakfast cereals standing on top of the shelving unit so it would have looked to him like he was on his own in that part of the shop. I collected a two pound bag of self raising flour to cover my strange behaviour behind the shelving unit

I couldn't hear everything that he was saying...I really needed Dawn's hawk like hearing to pick it all up but from what I could glean, the man who had given him Christina North's address was being asked if there were any other whores in the area or would he have to go all the way to Peterborough and look for women standing on street corners.

I smiled to myself but I also knew that realising that the man was horny and desperate enough for sex to pay for it had made me blush just a little too.

I ran to the counter to pay for my milk and flour. As soon as he hung up the phone, he grabbed a can of beer and stood behind me at the counter. I collected my change and turned, he stepped to the side and looked at my large bottle of milk, "That looks heavy, you got to walk far to get home?"

"Two...two and a half miles across the fields, further by the road."

I was standing at the side of the road waiting to cross when he slowed at my side once again, "Hey...I'm at a loose end for a couple of hours...can I offer you a lift home with your heavy shopping?"

"Thanks for the offer but I'm a happily married woman...and I think that you have other things on your mind at the moment!"

"He feigned offence but was actually smiling as he said, "I don't know what you mean!"

"Well, it's only a guess on my part but rumour had it that North Cottage was a brothel until quite recently and you look like a man looking for sex!"

He laughed at me..."I was looking for sex but now I'm resigned to looking after my own needs once again but for now, can I give you a lift home to save you struggling to carry that heavy load over the fields..."

I must have looked uncertain because he added, "...look, you helped me out a lot, my friend was at North Cottage just the other week so I was sure it was here somewhere, I could have spent hours just driving up and down looking for it, especially with how bad the cell signal is around here...so let me help you out a little, like you helped me!"

I must have been mad, certainly reckless but I actually got in his car with him even though, because the petrol station was on the outbound side of the road from the town, he had to drive two miles in the wrong direction, passing the blocked off driveway to North Cottage, before he could turn his car around and drive back past the petrol station to the roundabout out of town, the town was to the right, behind the petrol station and my village was to the left.

We just chatted in general as we drove along, we exchanged names, he was Paul Gamble. Paul was enthusing about the countryside around our local town and even more as he closed in on my village. We reached the signpost asking people to drive carefully through our village and I spotted Dawn walking by the side of the road with two older boys dogging her tail, I could see that the boys were talking to Dawn, almost cat calling her, Paul mumbled, "Looks like she's going to have a lot of fun with those boys!"

To be honest I'd seen my daughter almost with unseeing eyes, my brain had just registered her walking and the two, slightly older boys following her but hearing Paul's comment made me actually look at her, she was walking more like Sarah would walk...Dawn was a plodder, walked like a cart horse, Sarah was a dancer, she did everything elegantly, even just walking down the street was a performance for Sarah but this morning, Dawn was swishing her tail as she walked just ahead of the boys.

I spotted Dawn turn into the park gate, again, closely followed by the two boys. I mumbled, "I hope not!"

"Why, don't you like girls to have a little fun on a warm sunny morning?"

The boys had passed through the park gates now so there was nothing more for me to see, "It isn't that...she's only fourteen years old, she's a bookworm and doesn't know how to handle boys!"

"You're kidding me, she has to be at least sixteen, if she came to me and told me that she was eighteen years old I'd definitely do her...just look at her for God's sake, she's gorgeous and the way that she was leading those two boys along by their nose, she's gagging for it."

"I'm sure that most men would 'Do Her' as you say, even knowing that she's only fourteen!"

"Hey, calm down a little, do you know the girl well?"

"She's my daughter."

"I'm sorry, if I knew she was your daughter I wouldn't have said I'd do her...hey, if you're worried about her...is there a way into the park from this road on the left?"

I nodded my head.

He turned left into Brook Street and I told him where to stop. It wasn't an official gate into the park, it was the gate into the tennis club but there was a path through a small spinney and out into the park. I skidded to a stop just before the last tree in the spinney, Dawn was just feet away from me, standing by a park bench and she was talking to the two boys, they looked like they could be two of the sixth form boys from her school so they could be seventeen or eighteen year olds.

Dawn said, "Okay, if I show you, it'll cost you fifty pence each up front and you have to be at least six feet away from me!"

The taller of the two boys said, "Come on, you were the one who said you couldn't flash your knickers at us necause you weren't wearing any...all we said was prove it!"

Dawn said, "And I said that if you wanted me to prove it, it would cost you...just because Christina had buggered off I'm not going to give it away for free like her!"

I was so shocked at my daughter, what she'd said and the confidence she was showing towards two much older boys. They both handed over fifty pence each and Paul put his left hand on my shoulder, he'd caught up with me and was standing behind me looking over my shoulder. I wasn't sure if he was trying to hold me back or what he was doing but I was frozen to the spot watching my daughter.

"Go on then, I said that you had to be at least six feet away...for fifty pence, you just get to look but not touch!"

I said, "Little madam!" under my breath and Paul chuckled as he heard me.

The boys stepped away from the bench, they were facing me but Dawn had her back to me. She looked to her left and to her right, I guess she thought that the wall of greenery behind her was safe because she didn't look in my direction at all, she sat on the bench and lifted her feet, hooking her heels over the front bar of the slatted park bench, her feet as wide apart as she could get them and her dress pulled up to her waist.

I couldn't actually see what the boys were seeing but from the smile on their faces and the way that they both pushed their right hands down the front of their trousers to rub their dicks as they looked at her, I was in no doubt that Dawn didn't have any knickers on!

The shorter of the two boys said, "So, how much for us to touch you then?"

Dawn pulled her dress back over her knees, shutting off their view, "I said no touching didn't I!"

The taller boy replied, "You said no touching for fifty pence, we just wondered how much it would cost us to get a feel of your pussy?"

I saw Dawn looking to her left and right again before she lifted her dress up to let the boys see between her legs again, "How much did you pay Christina North to touch her pussy?"

I couldn't believe my daughter's action but then she shocked me even more when she pulled the front of her dress up even higher, she dipped her head forward and actually pulled the front of her dress over her head. I might not have seen what she was showing the boys between her legs but I could seen her small breasts, especially when she looked to the left and to the right again to see if she was still safe.

I saw one of the boys shift his weight from one foot to the other, I thought that he was about to make a move on my almost naked daughter, she obviously thought the same because she pulled her dress back into place.

"So, come on, you must have some idea, how much do we have to pay to feel your pussy?"

Dawn was obviously mulling things over, I could almost hear the cogwheels in her head as she pondered the question and as Dawn pondered, Paul's right hand eased under my right arm, his palm rubbing over my rib cage and up to my right breast, as Dawn asked the boys what they paid Christina to touch her pussy, Paul was whispering, "I see where Dawn gets her dress sense from!"

Because I hadn't planned on leaving the house today, I'd dressed for comfort and hadn't bothered to put a bra on under my thin dress.

The taller boy grinned at Dawn's question and said, "Well, it doesn't quite work like that, after the first free shag, she charges anyone who can prove that they are under eighteen years old ten pounds for a wank or twenty pounds for oral sex and fifty pounds for a full shag...roughly half what she charges adults but even when you pay for a full shag, you don't really get to touch her pussy with anything but your cock...so there isn't really a price for just touching her cunt!"

I was now quite literally fixating on the two boys masturbating inside their trousers as they looked at my daughter's exposed pussy, I missed Paul moving his left hand off of my shoulder and slipping it under my left arm to cup my left breast and his right hand was moving down over the front of my body towards my pussy.

Dawn said, "Okay, I'll charge you five pounds to wank you off or ten pounds to suck you and if you pay for that, I'll let you touch me between my legs as well."

I watched the tall boy shudder slightly and he pulled his right hand out of his trousers, then he dipped his left hand into his trouser pocket to get a paper tissue out to wipe his hand clean and then he said, "So will you let us fuck you for twenty-five quid?"

"Okay but if you are only paying twenty-five pounds, you have to bring your own condom, I don't want my dad to catch me with condoms in my hand bag."

I started to breath heavily. Paul had his right hand between my legs and even through my dress and knickers he was getting me off by rubbing my pussy hard with his fingers. I knew at that point that I should have pushed Paul away from me, he was now kissing the back of my neck as he rubbed his hand between my legs and his cock against my bum and his left hand was still working my left breast but I couldn't, I was now fixated on the shorter of the two boys who was far more demonstrative than the taller boy who had climaxed with just a little shudder, the shorter boy was almost pogoing up and down and grunting as he filled his right hand inside his trousers.

Paul whispered in my ear, "Do you think Dawn would let me have sex with her if I paid her for it?"

I pushed his right hand away from my pussy and I shook my head as I whispered, "She wouldn't even talk to you because you're a stranger, she knows those boys from the school bus."

"Are you sure?"

"Can I try?"

I had to think about it for a moment as I prised his left hand off of my left breast...I was sure that if a stranger approached Dawn in the park she would run a mile screaming her head off, she'd been told to do that often enough in her life so I nodded my head and as soon as I did, he pulled my face round to his and pressed his lips against mine, he was kissing me while the two boys left the park, leaving Dawn sitting on the bench...then he grinned at me and walked away from Dawn, back towards the tennis club.

I could just make Paul out as he walked along another path in the spinney, I saw him stop at the line between the end of that path and the park beyond, he was watching Dawn and was waiting until Dawn looked to her left so he could step out of the spinney without her spotting him, he took a wide arc so that he wasn't on the tarmack path that ran in front of the path and Dawn soon spotted him, I saw that she was watching him as he closed the gap but parallel to the path that she was on.

Paul stopped at the point that the two boys had stood and I knew that was where he was because of two spunk covered tissues stuck to the grass at Paul's feet.

"Hi, is your name Dawn Clarke?"

I saw Dawn stiffen a little at his question but she nodded her head instead of running for the park gate.

"A little bird tells me that you will wank a boy off or suck his cock for money!"

Dawn looked to her left, to the gate that the two boys had just gone through and then to her right to the rest of the park to see if anyone else was in sight and then she looked back to the man, from my position I could see that her head was tilting forward, she was looking at his shoes, her head lifted very slowly and stopped at his mid point, she was looking at the bulge in the front of his trousers and then her eye-line jumped up to his face.

Paul smiled at her once her eyes were on his face, "Well, was that little bird telling me the truth?"

Dawn nodded her head.

"How much for full sex darling?"

"Do you have a condom?"

"No sorry darling, I don't."

"We can't do full sex then...sorry!"

"How much would you charge me if I did have a condom?"

There was that little moment again while Dawn's brain cogs were meshing together again, "I think I'd want fifty pounds for full sex!"

"So...as I don't have a condom, how much would you charge me to suck my cock?"

Dawn's response was a little quicker this time, "Twenty pounds."

"How much to wank me?"

"Do you want me to wank you or suck you?"

"I need to know how much you will charge so that I can tell my friends unless you want to keep what you're doing a secret...I'd like you to suck my cock please!"

"Cash first and where do you want to go for me to do it to you?"

Paul pulled his wallet out of his back pocket and offered it to Dawn but she didn't seem to be in any hurry to take it, she was fiddling with her shoulder bag and again, I could almost hear the cogwheels in her head churning.

"Just one thing mister, I don't know you...you could be an axe murderer or something...I want to take a picture of you and upload it onto my cloud...just in case anything happens to me!"

"Okay, that's fair, you don't know me from Adam but if I'm paying you twenty pounds, do I get to touch you as well?"

I saw Dawn dip her hand into her shoulder bag and she took out a mobile phone which took me by surprise as she didn't own a mobile phone, she took his picture and as she was doing it he told her that his name was Paul Gamble.

Dawn's thumbs flashed over the screen for a few seconds and then she said, "There, I've uploaded your picture to my cloud account and I've pinned today's time and date to the picture and where we are."

Dawn held her hand out for the twenty pound note and as he handed it to her she said, "Where do you want to do it?"

Dawn stuffed the twenty pound note into her shoulder bag and followed it with her phone and Paul said, "Just over there, there's a path through the spinney to the tennis club."

Dawn pointed over her shoulder, "Theres a path to the same place right behind me!"

That caused me to panic a little because that was exactly where I was standing watching my daughter talking to Paul.

"Yes I know that there is a path there as well but the other path is wider."

I saw Dawn look up and to the right, she was accessing a memory for a moment and then she nodded her head and slipped forward off of the park bench. Dawn and Paul walked side by side, he looped his right arm over Dawn's shoulder and she lifted her left arm and wrapped it around his waist. As they walked along they looked like long term lovers as they walked towards the second path.

I almost matched them weaving my way between trees and bushes because I didn't have a well trodden path to follow. Dawn and Paul were on the path by the time I got close enough to see them, Dawn had already taken her dress off, she hung her shoulder bag over a broken branch and hooked her dress through the strap and over her bag. Dawn was standing naked in front of Paul, he had positioned her so that her back was towards me and he was looking directly into my eyes.

"So Dawn, tell me, how many cocks have you sucked so far?"

"Too many to count Paul!"

Paul chuckled as he stepped in on Dawn, he had his left hand on her tits and his right hand between her legs, she parted her legs to give him easier access and he started fingering her, he kissed her as she rocketed through an orgasm.

"Bloody hell you cum fast and it feels like you have a little cock down there!"

Dawn laughed at Paul's comment as she gasped for air through her climax and she pushed his hand away from her pussy, then she started to unbuckle the belt around his waist, "My doctor took blood samples, when I was having problems with my early periods, he said that puberty had increased the androgen level in my body causing clitoromegaly, an abnormally large clitoris...he did say that I may have a problem if I didn't take my antiandrogen tablets every day but I stopped taking the tablets because I don't see having a large clit as a problem, it's much more fun the way it is!"

Well that was news to me, I knew that Dawn was having issues when her periods first came and I had taken her to the doctors but I'd allowed her to make her second visit by herself when she got the results from the blood tests because they came in when I was at the other end of the country sorting out a computer problem in Newcastle.

Paul tried to get his fingers in her pussy again but she pushed his hand away, she was working diligently to get his trousers open and pushed down with his underpants to his ankles. Dawn took a hold of Paul's cock and peeled back the foreskin to look it over, she was picking small pieces of lint off of his cockhead but I was sure that what she was doing was checking his cock for any problem areas, more serious than fluff.

Dawn squatted down in front of Paul, his cock wasn't massive, it was about the same length as her father's cock but a little fatter, she opened her mouth and leaned forward, her bottom lip sank down to his balls and her top lip buried into his pubic hair in one fluid movement. I was amazed at the ease that she took him in...I doubted that I'd be able to get Paul's cock into my mouth so deeply and so easily. Paul took a hold of Dawn's head in his hands and he really fucked her mouth hard and she took it all, she got him off in just two minutes flat to a torrent of praise and not a single drop of his spunk was spilt.

Dawn was giggling as she jumped back up to her feet, she looked at her wrist and checked the time, "I'd better go, my mum will be suspicious if I'm out too long!"

Paul handed Dawn her dress and as she put it on he said, "Can I come back next week if I bring a condom and fifty pounds?"

Dawn reached up and kissed him on his lips again before reaching into her handbag and pulled her knickers out, "My mum usually kicks me out of the house about ten o'clock on a Saturday morning so I'll be here just after ten next week."

Dawn saw the way Paul smiled as she stepped into her knickers, "I hate wearing knickers or shorts, they rub against my clitoris so I take them off as soon as I get out of the house and put them back on before I go home."

"Why not just leave them off all the time."

Dawn grinned up at him from her bent position as she was pulling her knickers up, "Whenever I leave the house my mother pats my bottom, she'd feel if I didn't have knickers on

"Would you let me fuck you here?"

"It would be more fun if we had somewhere comfortable to lay down...like a bed or the back seat of your car."

One last kiss and Dawn left Paul standing with his trousers and underpants around his ankles. As soon as Dawn was out of site, Paul beckoned me to go to him and I was like a zombie, I just couldn't believe what I'd seen and heard.

I walked to him and let him pull me into an embrace. "I'm going to fuck Dawn next Saturday...if you don't want me to...you'll have to keep her at home!"

I felt his flaccid cock against my stomach, as he kissed me he was pulling my dress up and it slipped past his cock, allowing it to slap against my belly just above the waistband of my knickers and without him even asking me, I took his cock in my hand and started to rub him back to health.

"You want to feel what I'm going to give Dawn next week?"

In my head I shook it but I realised that I could see down to his cock and then the top of his head so rather than saying no, I was actually saying yes.

"You can't believe just how turned on I was having a fourteen year old girl sucking my cock while her mother was watching and when I realised that I could actually fuck her throat hard and she could take it better than any whore I'd ever used in my life...well, it excited me even more."

He held my dress up above my breasts with his left hand and he took his wallet out of his back pocket, I was just about to say that I didn't want any money but he headed me off by producing a condom out from behind the stack of twenty pound notes.

"You told Dawn that you didn't have a condom!"

"I didn't think you'd be too happy if I'd have actually fucked your daughter today...you had to see just how desperately she wants sex to be okay with her doing it!"

He handed me his condom and then pulled my knickers down. I rolled the condom down his newly hard cock and he turned me away from him and pushed me forward, he fucked me from behind as we stood on the path leading to the tennis club.

I almost ran for home as soon as he filled his condom, I did look over my shoulder as I ran to see him throw the filled condom on the path and pick up my knickers off of the floor. I hadn't done it consciously but I must have kicked my knickers off to get my legs open wider to give Paul better access and now, here I was, running through my village without my milk or my flour and worse, without my knickers.

Because Dawn had walked home and I had run, we got there almost at the same time. Dawn was just opening the fridge door as I walked into the kitchen. She shouted, "Mum, do we have any full fat milk that I can drink?"

She'd expected me to be somewhere else in the house and when I spoke to her from just inches behind her she almost jumped out of her skin.

"Sorry darling but you kids used it all on your breakfast so I don't have any left to make cakes for tea this afternoon."

Dawn begrudgingly had a glass of the semi-skimmed milk that was in plentiful supply in the fridge. She drank the milk in one go and then flounced through to the living room and flopped down in her favourite chair, her back against one arm rest and her knees over the other. Her back was to the kitchen door and she shouted, "Mum, can I take my knickers off if I'm stopping in for the rest of the day?"

Again it took her by surprise to find me right next to her as she shouted.

"Why darling, are they uncomfortable?"

"Yes...very!"

"Do I have to buy you some larger ones?"

"No, the size is okay, they are just uncomfortable between my legs!"

"You don't wear your knickers for me...but don't complain when boys look up your dress and see everything you've got!"

Dawn smiled as she reached under her dress and pulled her knickers off.

"Erm...Dawn, do you have a mobile phone?"

"No...well, in a way...Grandpa gave me his old Samsung when the communications chip went faulty and stopped sending or receiving phone calls but the camera works great."

"Can I see it please?"

Dawn fished her mobile phone out of her bag and as she handed it to me she said, "There isn't a sim card in it, it wouldn't work around here even if it had one though."

I checked her memory in the phone, checked the folder for pictures and found Paul Gamble's picture. I followed the link from the picture to a small note-let that Dawn had created deeper down in the computer's memory, the note said, 'Paul Gamble, nice big cock, 'O' £20 - 11/3/202. Try to find safe place to lay down for 18/3/20'.

I searched several other pictures, most of the boys in Dawn's year at school were in her phone, some had links, some didn't, I read a few, they just had 'W' and a date, or 'O' and a date, some had two entries, an 'A' on one date and an 'O' on another. I stopped looking when I spotted a picture of the tall boy, his link said, Kyle. 13'G' and had a question mark followed by a picture of the short boy, he was Gavin, also '13G' but his name had three question marks after it.

Dawn had started out looking up at me as I worked her phone but the call of her book had drawn her attention away from me. I closed the screen down on her phone and offered it back to her but she was already lost in her book.

I touched her shoulder and gave her the phone back, "What's a '13G'?"

Dawn looked momentarily confused and then, looking up and to the right, she said, "Year thirteen, Gainsborough class at school!"

I turned the cover of her book so that I could see its title, 'The Dishonest Whore'..."Are you reading a book about prostitution?"

Dawn smiled at me, "It isn't really about prostitution mum, the author postulates that every woman is a whore, some honest whores who tell men up front what sex will cost, some are dishonest, they use sex to get men to do things for them, like do jobs around the house or stop smoking, the woman I'm reading about at the moment has a husband who is a smoker, when the kisses her...if she tastes tobacco on his breath she won't let him kiss her or have sex with her that day."

Then Dawn gave me a sly look, "You do it to dad, when you wanted the garden digging over, you kissed him and told him that if he finished digging the garden over, you'd give him a massage to help sooth his back...we all knew why you sent us over to Grandpa's house for dinner that day...when we got back the house smelled sweaty all over!"

I was just about to remonstrate with her when Peter called me from the kitchen, "Mum, a weird man told me that you'd asked him to get you a bag of flour and a bottle of milk...but I didn't know him...he isn't from around here!"

I ran into the kitchen and Peter stood there holding my large bottle of milk and the bag of flour I needed for cooking.

"Where did you meet the man?"

"He was walking across the football pitch and asked me if I was Peter Clarke and then he gave me the stuff."

'Well, at least I can bake the cakes for tea now' flashed through my head...followed by Dawn's voice in my head, '...every woman is a whore!'

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