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Published : 19 April 2020

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Later on Sunday
by Isabella Story Code: M/F, M/f, m/f Oral, Prostitution, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Beastiality, K9

Colin had pinned me down on the plywood bed, I wouldn't say that he made love to me, Colin had a mountain of sexual frustration built up in his body and he was pounding that frustration out of his body into my pussy. I looked over his shoulder, John was standing there rubbing the front of his trousers...or rather he was rubbing his cock through his trousers. His friend was using me really hard and it seemed to be really turning John on watching him. I let my head fall back against the hard wood covering the bed frame as a powerful orgasm was driven through my body.

I shook the sexual fug out of my head and asked Colin how long it had been since he last had sex, Colin stabbed his cock into my body extra hard and said, "Eight..." he pulled out and rammed in hard again, "...fucking..." he repeated the hard stab, "...weeks..."

I know that John and I often went longer than that between fucks but then John had never had a huge sex drive...well, up to yesterday that is, he seemed to have changed overnight. I had another powerful orgasm, "Why has it been that long Colin?"

He stabbed in me again, "I usually visit Christina North once a month, the day I was due to visit her was the day that she was arrested, so I missed my chance."

I got another body-slamming thrust and another orgasm, "What about your wife?"

That seemed to be like a red rag to a bull because Colin pounded into me even faster...a male rabbit had nothing on him for thrusting speed, "My fucking wife won't let me fuck her any more because she says I'm too violent with her when we had sex!"

I almost blacked out from the next powerful climax and then there was the sound of a powerful, slow revving diesel engine behind my head, either a tractor or a large van had driven down the lane behind our garden

A bell suddenly sounded close to the open shed door, I lifted my head in time to see John walk off, "What was that?"

Colin was filling the condom now and as he panted through his orgasm he said, "John wired a bell from the back gate and put a light over the gate while he was wiring the shed up.

I heard voices behind the shed, "David Patterson sent a double mattress and bed sheets, he said you owe him an hour for the mattress, I'm supplying the rock wall and helping Colin to install it, we agreed to ninety minutes for that and Michael has sent the rest of the insulation, that was only fifty quid so you owe him thirty minutes!"

John said, "Okay, I'll put it all down in the ledger!"

I was still lying on my back gasping for air from five powerful climaxes in quick succession. Colin was pulling his trousers on when John's head appeared around the side of the door frame, "How's it going?"

Colin looked at his watch, "Twenty five minutes but the bed frame is sound, no matter how hard I pounded her the bed didn't move and there wasn't a sound, so the bed's going to be great but you'll need somewhere to put these..." Colin held the condom up, there was more than just a teat full of semen in the condom so Colin was obviously an over producer as the condom's teat was designed to hold fifty percent more than the average man would be expected to produce. "...and tissues...or kitchen roll but not towels, you need something disposable, you don't want to have to drag towels up and down the garden as well as sheets."

"I've put twenty minutes in the ledger so we still owe you forty minutes. I'll add a small bin and boxes of man-sized tissues to the list...I've got an internet camera in the boot of my car for a job next week, I can use that here as well and replace it before the job next week."

Colin looked at me and smiled, "The camera is a good idea, you can keep an eye on Vicky to make sure that she's safe."

John looked up into the apex of the shed's roof, "Just stick a power point up there before you board out the ceiling, there's a spare way in the fuse board for a socket outlet."

I got my breath back and pulled my dress on, I stepped out of the shed and bumped into Tim Carter, he blushed as he pulled a double mattress along the garden path and he said, "Afternoon Vicky...you look lovely today!"

I smiled at him and then that demure smile turned into a massive grin as I remembered Tim's nickname among the pub's football team, they called him horse...partly because his name was carter...you know, Carter Horse...okay, not great but it made me laugh...mind you, his nickname amongst us girls at school had been horse as well and not because his last name was Carter...we gave him that nickname because he had a reputation of having a cock like a horse.

John wrapped his arm over my shoulder and he pulled me along the garden path, I spotted Colin's condom in John's other hand, the heavily laden teat swinging from his fingers. When we got to the house, John stopped me going into the kitchen, he looked back down the garden to make sure that Colin and Tim couldn't see us and then he looked in the kitchen to make sure that no one was in the kitchen and then he grinned at me, "Take your dress off!"

I pulled my dress over my head and John dumped the contents of Colin's condom over my breasts, cold and slimy...I would have preferred the milk to have come straight from the tap if I had to have it plastered over my tits while it was still warm but this was John's kink so I put up with it. John massaged the semen into my tits, it seemed to spread half way over my body there was so much of it.

I pulled my dress back on and it instantly stuck to my tits, instead of hanging loosely from my upper chest, it actually followed the contour of my breasts, almost like I wasn't wearing a dress at all.

I popped the beef in the oven and set John washing the vegetables and preparing them, ready for me to cook when the beef was ready and then I went up to the bathroom to shower off the sweat and spunk from my body.

I walked into the living room at the very moment that Peter looked away from the TV, something had broken the superglue bonding the tip of Peter's nose from the glass front of the TV, he looked over at me and his eyebrows raised at the way my dress was clinging to my body. As I started to climb the stairs Peter paused the football match he was watching on the TV and as I stepped off of the top step I looked back, Peter was at the bottom of the stairs and was looking up. I suddenly remembered that I was totally naked under my dress and where Peter was standing he would have an unobstructed view of my bum and pussy.

I opened the bathroom door and Peter was already there, squeezing past me to get to his bedroom, he threw his bedroom door shut and I looked at it because it had slammed so hard...slammed but not latched...the door bounced open again. Peter had stopped just inches inside his bedroom and he had pulled his shorts down and was masturbating himself with his back to me.

"Peter...door please!"

Peter looked over his shoulder and his face turned bright red, he actually had to turn toward me to get back to his door to close it so I got a great view of his young cock standing like a flagpole away from his body.

I smiled at myself as I showered off. The thought entered my head, 'Sarah's the only member of my family that isn't sex mad!'

I dried myself off and I covered myself with a dressing gown and gathered the laundry from the laundry basket as well as my spunky dress and left the bathroom. I could hear heavy breathing from Peter's bedroom, the sounds of exertion. I popped my head into the girl's bedroom to see if there were any dirty clothes on the floor. I picked up a weeks worth of dirty clothes off the floor and forced them into the laundry basket. I could have just left Peter's dirty clothes where they were on his floor but instead I knocked on his door.

"Peter, I'm going to do the laundry, do you have any dirty clothes in there!"

I heard Peter gasp and a few seconds later he opened his bedroom door. He had a few assorted items of clothing in his hand, I looked at his shorts, the front of his shorts were soaking wet, he hadn't taken them off and when I knocked on his door he'd cum all over the front of his shorts.

"I think you need those washing as well darling!"

Peter didn't batt an eyelid, he just pulled his shorts down and stepped out of them, his cock looked really sweet now that he had climaxed and his cock had fallen asleep, he took his football shirt off as well and handed that to me. He grabbed a fresh football strip and was about to put it on, "Stop darling, why don't you have your annual shower now before you put clean clothes on over a dirty body?"

Peter grinned at me, then he squeezed past me in his doorway and as his flaccid cock rubbed against my hip covered in thin cotton material, I felt his cock move, by the time he'd crossed the hallway his cock was wide awake once again.

I heard the water starting to run in the shower but I also heard the sound of Peter masturbating all over again as he stepped under the water. I was chuckling all the way down the stairs.

John had finished getting the veg ready and he had returned to the bottom of the garden. I boiled the potatoes for ten minutes and then popped them into the meat pan around the beef joint so that they could get good and crispy while cooking in the beef fat. I also spooned a little of the hot fat over the top of the joint and then wiped my hands. I was at a loose end now for the next hour so I walked down the garden to the shed, still dressed in just my thin dressing gown.

The guys had worked miracles in the short time that I'd been showering and sorting out the dinner and laundry. Colin and Tim had fitted all the insulation between the two skins of the shed and had finished boarding out the walls, Colin had even taped over all the joints in the rock walling and 'Spackled' over the jointing tape with quick drying spackle. John was already painting the new wall with clinically white, water based emulsion paint.

Tim was standing just outside the shed with his mobile phone in his hand.

"You playing games Tim?"

He looked over at me and grinned, "No, I'm just sorting out the light over the back gate."

"What the hell are you talking about Tim?"

"John has put an internet controllable light over the back gate!"

"That's no good, everyone knows that we don't have a cell net signal anywhere in the village!"

Tim pressed the screen on his phone and the light switched on, then he moved his finger over the screen and the light turned blue, then green and red.

"Wow Tim, how the hell did that happen?"

"When the steeplejack put the refurbished weather vein on top of the church steeple on Thursday we put phase one of John's plan into action, the wi-fi router has been mounted right at the top of the steeple and the antenna from it has been mounted on top of the weather vein. The free wi-fi signal reaches all the way to here...well, only just to here but John will mount a repeater in your attic later and the signal will be boosted to a few hundred feet further away."

Tim let me play with the colour changing light above my back gate and John stepped out of the shed again.

"Hi baby, you all nice and clean now?"

"Yep!"

"I've just finished painting the inside of the shed. I'm just going to pop out to my car to get the wi-fi repeater and the wi-fi camera and the paint should be dry by then.

I chuckled at that idea, "Paint will take a lot longer than that to dry!"

"No it won't, Colin has an infra-red heater, he's wafting around in there to activate the paint to get it to set quicker.""

I returned to the house to look at the meat again, baste it and the potatoes a little and then it was time to take the first load of washing out of the washing machine and hang it out on the line in the back garden. I had the second load of washing running in the machine as John walked past me, "Just going to check the signal strength down at the shed."

"Have you wired the repeater up already?"

"Sure, it was only two woodscrews to mount it onto a roof beam and I plugged it into the double socket that I put up in the loft to power the TV amplifier."

John had a box with the wi-fi camera in it in one hand and his mobile phone in the other hand as he walked down to the shed again.

I checked and basted the roast one more time and put the rest of the vegetables on the cooker. I had around thirty minutes before dinner would be ready, I asked Sarah to keep an eye on the cooker in case the vegetables boiled over. I looked out of the living room window, Robin, the boy who lived across the road from us was walking down our drive. I met him at the door.

"Hi Mrs Clarke...can Sarah come out please?"

"Hi Robin, Sarah hasn't had her dinner yet and she hasn't done her homework for school tomorrow and after that, it will be too dark for her to go out..." Robin's face turned into a frown, he looked upset as he stepped away from the doorstep a pace, "...I'll bet you haven't done your homework either have you?"

He stopped moving away from the doorstep, the frown turned into a crooked grin as he looked at me standing in the open doorway wearing just a thin dressing gown, the breeze blowing through the house pressing my dressing gown against my body. Robin shook his head, "I was going to do it later."

"Well, if you like, you can have dinner with us and do your homework with Sarah up in her bedroom...just run home and ask your mother if it's okay, if it is, come back with your books."

I stood on the doorstep for a few moments, Robin had been Sarah's friend for ten years...not her boy friend...just a friend, who happened to be a boy. I doubted that he hadn't even thought about kissing her in those ten years. I was about to close the front door when Robin reappeared with his school bag under his arm and he ran back across the road.

'Thirty seconds...a minute tops!' ran through my head, 'Robin's showing signs of keenness all of a sudden!'

I went into the kitchen, Sarah was standing with her bottom resting against the counter top at the side of the cooker, "I turned the heat down a little, it's stopped boiling over, is it okay?"

I lifted the lid, "It looks fine darling, just keep an eye on it...oh, I've invited Robin to have dinner with us and so that he can do his homework with you in your room after dinner!"

I was looking at her face as I said it, her eyes opened wide and her face suddenly went red.

Robin stepped into the kitchen at that point, I looked at him, his face was bright red as well.

Sarah said, "Hi Robin!"

His face reddened even more, "Hi Sarah."

"I'm just going down the garden for a few minutes, you could mix the gravy powder and corn flour with a little cold water for me while I'm gone."

Before I went down the garden I went back into the living room, Dawn was in her usual book reading pose on the chair, Peter was still upstairs, having a shower had obviously taken it out of him...he was probably having a nap to get his strength back. I squatted down at Dawn's side, I turned her face to me, "Dawn...do not flirt with Robin!"

"Mum...I've had my fun with him and moved on, he's a little too immature for me but he was fun for a few days."

"Okay but just don't embarrass him or your sister and after dinner, Sarah and Robin will go up to your bedroom...I know that it's your bedroom as well but just keep away for a little while, go up there now if you will need anything from your room before bedtime!"

I left the house and felt the washing as I walked down the garden path, it was blowing well but I doubted if it would dry before dark...if it wasn't then it would have to be finished off in the tumble drier to be finished off.

Colin was making the bed in the shed, the mattress had a rubber sheet over it and a flat cotton sheet over that. Tim had two large plastic boxes with wheels on the bottom, there were a few more flat sheets that Tim was storing in the plastic boxes and pushing them under the bed. While Tim and Colin were sorting the bed out, John was playing with his phone, he had a picture of Colin bending over the bed on his small screen.

"Hi baby, go in and lay on the bed...lay in middle of the bed for me please."

I saw the image of Colin on his small screen and realised why he wanted me to lie on the bed, he wanted to check if the camera had been set up in the right place.

Colin stepped out of the shed as I walked in, he stood at John's side while I climbed on the bed. Tim was still in the shed with me, he looked at me lying on the bed and he blushed.

"Erm...Victoria...I'm about finished here for today...I've banked ninety minutes of your time so far...is there any chance of withdrawing a little of that time please?"

"What did you have in mind Tim?"

"Well, the thing is...we all agreed on thirty minutes with you for every one hundred pounds we put into the project...that's roughly what we were paying Christina but, well, I was hoping for oral today and I would only pay around forty pounds to Christina for oral...so I was wondering, can I have an hour of oral and an hour of full sex for the three hundred pounds please?"

I smiled at him and nodded my head. I pulled his zip down and tried to take his cock out but he was far too big to get out that way, especially when he was erect. I had to push his trousers and underpants down to free his cock. I checked around his cock head and under his foreskin and thought, 'Fucking hell, this isn't as big as a horse's cock, this is more like an elephant's dick.'

I looked from his monster cock towards the open doorway, John and Colin weren't actually looking in the shed...well, not in real life at any rate, they were watching me on the little screen of John's iPhone.

I started sucking his cock but soon realised that sitting on the bed the way I was...well, it was all wrong. When I had sucked John the past few times, I'd been standing up, bent at the waist and that had formed a straight line for John's cock to engage in my throat...then another thought struck me, 'If I can't get Tim's cock past my uvula, when he climaxed, it would all be in my mouth and in the past I knew how upset John had been when I spat his spunk out as soon as he climaxed...how would a paying customer feel if I did it?

I bounced myself up onto my knees on the bed, turning me more into the position that I'd have been if I was standing up, bent at the waist. Tim had his hands on the back of my head and he pulled me in hard against his belly. I was gagging and coughing, just from the sheer size of his cockhead and the length of his cock.

Tim whispered, "Try swallowing...imagine that you have eaten something that's too big for you to swallow and it's stuck in your throat!"

I started swallowing and instantly the gag reflex stopped and it started to feel more comfortable in my throat, suddenly Tim stepped forward and his cock was buried deep in my throat. Tim climaxed almost as soon as his pubic bone hit my nose and when he shot off, it was more like a twenty-one gun salute rather than the teaspoon I'd been expecting.

From my lips opening over Tim's cockhead to him shooting down my throat it had been just five minutes...It was more my fault that Tim's though, I wanted to get his cock in my throat as quickly as possible because I didn't want the taste of his sperm or pre-cum in my mouth where I could taste it.

Tim pulled his trousers up and he thanked me for the great blow-job, "I think we need to renegotiate the exchange rate, one hour's sex and just one more blow-job...that would seem fair".

I smiled at him, "I made a deal...you still have fifty-five minutes of oral sex left and the hour of straight sex."

I had half expected John to want to follow Tim in my mouth, my throat was a little painful so I was glad that John had been more interested in fine tuning the camera's targeting.

I went back up to the house, leaving the men to finish clearing the shed. I checked the dinner, hoisted the beef out of the oven and put it on a plate to relax while giving the roast potatoes the last few minutes to crisp up on a higher heat. I went into the living room and Peter had his nose glued to the TV screen as usual, it was Manchester United versus Roma...I think that game was from before Peter was born but his grandfather was a Manchester United fan as well and he had a wide selection of their matches from all around the world as well as over many years.

I ran up the stairs and searched my wardrobe for something nice to wear. I found a scarlet wrap over dress. I'd worn it once, I'd gone to a fundraiser with my father-in-law, Ron was a Mason but the fundraiser was organised by the Lions, a rival organisation so he wanted to show off and he had bought me the scarlet dress and matching lingerie set to make a statement but I'd heard comments from other women, the Lions had all turned up with their wives but the few Masons that had turned up had brought younger women with them...I'm sure that some of the women on my side of the table were actually paid escorts but I was singled out by a few of the other women as a whore and not an escort. I was a lot younger then and was deeply hurt by the whispers I picked up on...I was older now and it would seem that I was actually a whore and I was loving it...I wish I'd been more grown up back then though because I could have had an awful lot more fun with my father-in-law and his business friends.

I'd continued to wear the lingerie set after that function so it was worn out and threadbare now but I'd realised that life was a lot more fun with no underwear than you had while wearing it.

Dinner was uneventful, Sarah sat one side of Robin and Dawn the other, Peter was sitting next to me and he was making a mess while he ate his dinner...mainly because he was trying to stare in the open side of my dress, hoping to spot my pussy or a tit.

After dinner I told Dawn and Peter to go upstairs and collect anything they'd need for the rest of the evening because as soon as Sarah and Robin went up, the top floor of the house was out of bounds to them.

I moved all of the pots into the sink to soak and John gathered me in his arms, nuzzling the back of my neck as his hand slipped into the open side of my dress.

John's phone burbled to tell him he was receiving a text message...the only advantage of living in a small village with next to no links to the outside world was that John didn't get problems when he wasn't at work, he pulled his hand off my tit and checked the text, "Shit, my job in Leicester has been moved from Tuesday morning to Monday...shit, they want me in the office in Leicester at nine o'clock...I'd better check if I have enough petrol in the car."

I followed John out to his car...van...truck...hell, it was a utility vehicle, he could carry the whole family in comfort up front and all of his kit in the back, it also had four wheel drive and high ground clearance so that he could work on farms.

John opened his door, turned the ignition key and looked at the computer, "I've got eighty miles!"

"Is that eighty motorway miles or eighty rush hour traffic miles?"

"Shit, you're right, less than forty miles in rush hour traffic. I'll have to leave at five o'clock in the morning if I've got to fill up on my way to Leicester and if I wait until I get to Leicester, I'll have to pay with cash instead of with my fuel account card."

"Well, why don't we pop over to the petrol station now, that way you can leave that little bit later in the morning and not have to pay with cash!"

I flashed rather a lot of thigh to the street when I climbed up the two steps into the front of the car...at least I knew that no one had seen my knickers though, that was because my knickers were still in my lingerie drawer in my bedroom.

It was quick and easy to drive to the petrol station, much further to get back though because of the dual carriageway, one mile to the petrol station and five miles back.

I took John's fuel card and went to the shop while John filled his tank, as I walked to the shop there was something like rolling thunder on the other side of the road, one of those cars with gold wheels, a dustbin fitted over the exhaust pipe and a picnic table glued on top of the boot or trunk lid as some would call it. I shook my head and thought, 'Kids... no ...worse, city kids!'

I stood at the cash desk and waited for John to finish filling the swimming pool in the back of his car with diesel oil. The sound of rolling thunder got louder and the car pulled onto the petrol station's forecourt. I watched through the window as the driver of the Subaru Impreza walked over to John, John was imitating an Italian, even though he was holding the fuel pumps nozzle in the mouth of his filler cap. John was waving his free arm about and I was translating the movements into English.

The man was obviously lost, John was pointing to North Cottage and shaking his head, then there was silence while the Subaru driver was looking at his mobile phone, John said something and shook his head again, obviously telling the guy that there was no cell phone signal here in the valley.

John hung the filler pipe back on the pump and I handed over his card to pay for the fuel. While I was waiting to sign the receipt, John was suddenly talking in stereo, using both hands. John gestured to the south with his left hand, he shook his hand twice, 'Two miles', then John made a circular movement, 'Around the roundabout'. Then John turned his back on me, he pointed to the north and shook his hand twice, 'Two miles back', then the movements were a little faster, chained together, 'Left at the roundabout over there, then third on the left and second on the right.' John then held his hands close together, 'Narrow lane'. And then John pointed to one of the lights over his head, 'The gate with the light over it!'

John was giving a total stranger directions to the back of our house. The man had obviously asked about Christina North and John had told him that Christina had moved away and then the man had tried his mobile phone to search for any other whores in the area and John had told him that the phone network wouldn't work in this area but if he was looking for a whore...and that's when John directed him to our back gate.

John moved the car closer to the door of the shop so that I could just jump straight in.

"I hope that you don't mind darling but I've just got you your first real customer."

John stopped at the edge of the petrol station's forecourt, waiting for a few cars to pass.

"He'll be at our house thirty minutes before us in this, he's a mad head in a flash sports car and we're in a tractor!"

John grinned at me and eased his foot off the clutch. "Hold tight baby!"

John shot straight across the road and over the central reservation and turned right, we were now four miles ahead of the sports car.

We parked on the drive just as the Subaru drove past the end of our road on its way to the back lane. John took his phone out, fiddled with the screen and said, "I've set the light to traditional red!" and then he laughed, he stopped me going down the side of the house, "Look, I didn't promise him anything, I just told him that I'd heard a rumour that a new woman was working down that lane, if you don't fancy working a stranger yet, I can turn the light out and he'll head back to the city and look for a woman in the red light district...he was a little worried because the police are having a crackdown in the city on men looking for sex."

I kissed John's cheek, "Do you want me to do him so that you can watch on your mobile phone darling?"

He grinned and nodded his head enthusiastically.

I kissed him once more, said, "Make sure that the kids are in bed at nine o'clock, reming them that it's school tomorrow so they should get their stuff ready tonight before bed...okay?"

He nodded his head again and I headed for the back garden and my little workshop.

I opened the gate and stepped out, he was sitting in his driver's seat, he looked at me and he wound the window down.

"Hi, what can I do for you?"

"I'm looking for full service...what will it cost?"

I thought about it for a second, "One hundred pounds for thirty minutes, I'm happy with 'O' and 'Straight with a condom' but I won't do 'A' or anything messy or violent!"

He put his hand in his pocket and pulled out the cash. "Are you sure that you only want one hundred pounds for thirty minutes?"

"I'm relatively new to the game...one hundred pounds for thirty minutes will be okay until I find my way around!"

I took his hand and guided him into my shed.

"You want to undress or just open your zipper?"

He smiled at me, "I only have thirty minutes...no time to strip off!"

I thought to myself...'I'd rather see him naked than just have his cock sticking out of his fly!'

"I won't start the clock until I've got you skinned!"

"Great...in that case, I'd like to get totally naked!"

I helped him to undress totally and he stripped me. I checked his cock for defects and then took a condom out of the drawer in the single bedside cabinet that had been on John's side of the bed that morning but was now down in my shed. I opened the condom and rolled it down his cock. Before I climbed onto the bed, I locked the door, just in case any of my neighbours had become suspicious when rolling thunder crept behind our houses a few minutes earlier.

I checked that I was dead in the centre of the bed and then invited him on top of me.

"Can we kiss?"

"Sure!"

He smiled, most working girls won't let the customer kiss them...mind you, I think that most whores are actually lesbians and really hate men but they don't mind using their bodies to earn money."

His name was Robert, he insisted on telling me that even though I wasn't really interested in his name. he didn't just fuck me, he actually made love to me...even though he only had thirty minutes, he didn't just pound his way to his orgasm, he fucked me slowly and tenderly. It took him forty minutes to climax but I was enjoying it so much that I didn't mind the over run.

I dropped his used condom into my new little litter bin and pulled my dress back on as Robert dressed himself. He even offered me thirty pounds for the ten minute overrun but I turned it down. He kissed me one last time and smiled at me, "I do hope that you keep doing this as a full time job because you're the best girl I've ever used, and I really want to be able to come back again regularly.!"

I walked with him to the back gate, the red light was still on over the gate, bathing the Subaru in a red glow. Robert turned his lights on and started his engine, the lights picked out the man with the Alsatian dog, in the dark I hadn't been sure who he was but in the car's headlights, he was Bill Black, Bill actually made his living by selling his dog, Rex's services to breeders with Alsatian bitches. Rex had won best of bread at so many championships that his seed was worth more than gold ounce for ounce!

"Good evening Victoria, I've certainly noticed a massive change in you in just a few days...may I ask you how much you charge?"

"What do you mean Bill?"

"Rumours are rife that there's a new whore on the block...some thought that it could be your daughter Dawn...she's been seen around practicing with boys from her school but here you are, standing under a red light, letting a stranger out of your back garden so that the neighbours don't see the comings and goings."

I smiled at him, "How much do you think I'd be worth Bill?"

"Well, I'd give you one hundred pounds for full sex, I'd give you one hundred and ten pounds if Rex can come in and watch...Christina didn't like dogs so I had to tie him up outside her cottage when I fucked her."

"I don't mind dogs and Rex is a sweetie!"

"How would you feel if I offered you one hundred and fifty to look after me and my best friend?"

"I'll have to think about that Bill...wait here for a minute, I've got washing on the line that'll get damp now that the sun's gone down!"

I closed the gate and ran up to the house, I rushed into the living room, John was sitting in the corner, out of the way of prying eyes...Peter was watching yet another football match on tape and Dawn was reading her book as usual.

"Dawn, go and collect the washing in off the line and if it's damp, pop it in the tumble drier...Peter, TV off please, get your bag ready for school and then it'll be time for bed.

I ran up the stairs to Sarah's room, I knocked the door and said, "Sarah!"

Now, Sarah said, "Okay mum!" but I thought that she had said, "It's okay to come in!" so I opened her door just as a very naked Robin was stepping into his trousers. Sarah was in her bed, she was covered by her sheet but I could see that she was naked under the sheet.

"Time for Robin to go home darling and it's time for bed."

I passed Dawn on the stairs as she was climbing them, "Just give your sister a moment to say goodbye to Robin!"

I ran down to John, he was now in the kitchen. I walked up behind him and said, "You know the guy with the dog that we kept bumping into last night?"

John nodded his head.

"What would you say if I told you that I think he has just offered to pay me one hundred and fifty pounds to give him and his dog thirty minutes of fun?"

I was taken aback by the sudden shudder that jolted my husband's body and then the wet patch that suddenly appeared on the front of his trousers.

"I'd say...fucking hell first...and then I'd say...you are going to do it aren't you?"

I smiled, "Well, I'm not sure exactly what he was hinting at but I'm going to earn an extra one hundred and fifty pounds!"

I left John throwing the video feed from his phone to the big screen TV as I left the house to go down and let Bill and Rex into my shed.

Rex was barking as I got closer to the gate, Bill was talking to him, "You feeling horny boy...want to help daddy to fuck the pretty lady that you liked the smell of so much yesterday? Her smell got you all excited yesterday and daddy ended up having to take you in hand to settle you down for bed didn't he?"

I opened the gate and Bill walked through with Rex at heel.

Bill handed over one hundred and fifty pounds and I took my dress off. Bill stripped while Rex licked my body all over, I was looking up at the camera as Rex's tongue hit my bush and sank between my legs.

I climbed on the bed and got right in the middle to wait for Bill to join me. Bill stripped totally naked and I rolled the condom down his shaft, Bill climbed on top of me and while Bill started fucking me, Rex was licking the salt from all over my body. I had my first orgasm as Rex licked my face, trying to get his tongue into my mouth while I was being fucked by his master.

Bill fucked me for five minutes and then he rolled to his left, towards the wall, he had his hand on the small of my back so I followed him onto my left side...his cock was still connected to my cunt, he pulled my right knee over his left hip and fucked me for a few more minutes while Rex licked all over my bottom.

Bill then rolled on to his back and he pulled my left leg into the same position as my right, I now had the stance that a race jockey would take on a race horse. Bill was slowly fucking up into me and had his hands on my buttocks, pulling me open so that Rex could lick all over my anus and pussy as well as Bill's cock and balls.

Bill said, "Good boy Rex...good boy, mount!"

Rex jumped up on the bed and his chest rubbed over my buttocks and his front legs gripped around my hips. Bill let go of my buttocks and grabbed Rex around his shoulders, pulling the dog's chest along my back until his head appeared over my shoulder and his cock was stabbing around my anus.

Bill slipped out of my cunt and then he said, "You may want to act as guide...in this position, Rex could hit either hole back there!"

I pushed my right hand between my belly and Bill's and as I reached between us I took the opportunity to look up at the camera and smile at John. It took three thrusts of the dog's cock before I could catch it and when I managed to get my hand on it I aimed it for my pussy. Rex got into a smooth fucking action and with each thrust he got a little deeper and had to skip forward with his back legs.

"Wouldn't you rather take Rex up your arse so I can fill your cunt Vicky?"

"I've never done anal...so probably not!"

"If Rex gets his knot in you, he could end up locked in you for twenty minutes...if you reach back there and hold his knot in your palm gently, he'll finish off without knotting!"

Again, as I reached between us to grasp Rex's cock, I looked up at the camera and gave John another smile.

As soon as I got a firm hold of the dog's knot he started spurting and stopped humping. It took just seconds for Rex to drop out of my cunt and run to the corner to lick his cock clean and as soon as my cunt was empty of dog, Bill lipped right back in there and he fucked me for five more minutes from below before rolling me onto my back and pounded me hard until he climaxed almost on the dot of thirty minutes.

We dressed and I let Bill and Rex out of the back gate and walked back to the house.

I found a bed sheet in the laundry room that I wasn't expecting, it was well screwed up in there but when I spread it out over the counter, there was a large blood splodge in the centre of the sheet. I knew that Sarah wasn't close to her period so the blood had to come from Robin deflowering her!

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