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Published : 22 April 2020

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Monday Morning
by Isabella

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

I'd had more sex in the past twenty-four hours than I'd had in a normal year so when we got into bed John was concerned that I might be sore after being fucked so much but he was extremely turned on and needed to evacuate his balls so he asked me if I'd suck him off tonight but before I did, he wanted me to see how my day had been. I knew that John had put the small wi-fi camera in the shed to watch me fucking other men but I never dreamed that John would be recording every second that I was in there.

We watched my starring role on the TV in our bedroom, when I took Tim's cock in my throat, John had zoomed in slightly, "I wanted to zoom in even more but the camera wasn't perfectly lined up...look at this bit!"

I actually watched my neck grow wider as my top lip touched Tim's pubic hair...his cock had to be at least two inches inside my throat when he bottomed out...I was actually impressed by just how much cock I could take in my mouth. It was actually quite nice to sit with my husband watching a porn film that I was starring in. The highlight of the film was when Rex jumped up on my back and even though you couldn't see much of the actual act, the camera did manage to capture the moment when I reached under the dog's body and guided his cock into my cunt. The run time indicator at the bottom of the screen showed that Rex had been fucking me for five minute before my hand appeared again to grasp his knot, in my head at the time, Rex had fucked me for a lot longer than five minutes.

"I'm going to have to put at least one more camera in the shed to get a better angle and I'm going to put that camera back into stock and get one that will pan, tilt and zoom."

I watched as Rex jumped off my back, his cock was still spurting as he ran away from me, I said, "I've made two hundred and fifty pounds tonight, you could use that money to get better quality cameras if you like!"

John smiled at me and kissed me, "I was thinking of offering the guy at the wholesalers a barter...I'm sure that he used to pop over here to visit Christina North from time to time. I don't think he was as regular a customer as some of the local guys though."

I nodded my head, it seemed like a good plan, I'd get to use the money for something else and guarantee one more customer.

John wasn't interested in watching Bill Black fill his condom, he rewound the film back to the point that Bill pulled my buttocks apart so that Rex could lick between my legs and at the point that Rex jumped up on the bed, John pushed my head down between his legs and I started sucking his cock for him as he watched me breaking the law with a dog on my back.

I was a little surprised that I managed to get John's cockhead past my uvula even though I wasn't in my special position, Tim's monster cock had obviously stretched my uvula to the point that it was now easy to get John's cock past it effortlessly. I'd been sure earlier that John's cock had grown a little in the past two days but using my uvula as a gauge I realised that it really had grown a little. The first time I took him in deep, his cockhead had opened my uvula but the widest part of his mushroom hadn't actually passed all the way through...the second time, I had felt the frill around the head of his cock actually pass my uvula and I'd felt my uvula close around it and with every short stab, I felt the frill stretching my uvula and let it relax over and over again until he climaxed...this time, I felt my uvula close behind the frill and it didn't get touched again until after he climaxed and pulled out again. John had actually climaxed at the exact point that Rex jumped off of my back so he had been fucking my throat for more than five minutes.

John was in the process of winding the video back to the start of Rex licking my bum so that he could watch that section all over again but I stopped him, "You can watch that again tomorrow...time for us to go to sleep now, you've got to get up early in the morning to be in Leicester by nine o'clock."

We slept together spooning all night long. I was up at six o'clock in the morning, I hadn't bothered closing the doors to the kids bedrooms because I wasn't expecting to be making any noise last night so their bedroom doors were both still open. Dawn and Sarah were in the same bed as usual and they were spooning as usual, Peter's door wasn't open as wide as his sisters but I could see him on his back, on his bed. There was a single peep from his alarm clock before he switched it off. I was expecting him to jump out of bed and rush down to the living room to finish watching a twenty year old football match that his grandfather had recorded but he didn't, he pushed his bedding down and fumbled about amongst the sheets, he had a scrap of red cloth in his hand, he wrapped the cloth around his cock and started masturbating with the cloth.

John left the bedroom and started down the stairs, 'Another change' flashed in my head...John had been quite shy...or was it prudish, in the past, he always wore pyjamas to bed and never left the bedroom unless he had his dressing gown on over his pyjamas or being fully dressed, this morning, all he had on as he climbed down the stairs, all he was wearing were underpants.

"Vicky...I think my watch has stopped!"

"Why do you think that darling?"

"It says it's a quarter past six but the kids are queuing for the school bus so it must be after seven!"

I was just behind him by then, "No, your watch is fine, I don't think those boys are waiting for the bus...I think that they are here for Dawn."

"Don't be ridiculous...she's only fourteen and those boys all have gold pocket badges, that means that they are all eighteen years old."

"Do you know three boys that old at this end of the village?"

John looked up and to the right, he was searching real life memories, "No, just the tall blond boy, I think the other two live out by the petrol station in the farm cottages."

"So they've walked a long way to catch the bus from this end of the village...would you have done that when you were that age?"

"Only...if there was a girl involved."

"Why do you think they are here for one of our daughters?"

"Follow their eye-lines, all three of them are looking up at the girl's bedroom window, they don't even know that we're standing here watching them!"

"So...okay, they are all looking up there but why do you think they're looking for Dawn and not Sarah?"

I realised that I was looking down and to the left, I was searching for a convincible lie.

"It's something Bill said last night while we were at the back gate...you know how you saw me as the natural successor to Christina's business so that the guys in the village would have some outlet for their sexual frustrations..." John nodded his head, "...well, Bill thinks that Dawn sees herself in that role, Bill told me that he often sees Dawn flirting with boys on their way to and from school...we've seen it here as well, she flirts with every boy or man she sees, poor old Peter is whacking himself half to death because of the way she flirts with him."

That made John think but he couldn't respond because Sarah was walking down the stairs, I looked out of the window and saw that all three boys out in the street were grinning like Cheshire cats as they looked up at the window. I looked into John's eyes and gestured with my head for him to go back up the stairs. We didn't have to go all the way up, half way up the stairs we could see into Dawn's open bedroom door, she had pulled the nets curtains open and was standing, totally naked waving down at the boys in the street.

John was about to carry on up the stairs but I held him back, pulled him back down to the living room...but that could have been worse than letting him go up to Dawn's bedroom because he could see the three boys waving back up at Dawn...that and Don Smith walking past the front of our house, Don was looking up at Dawn as well, Don smiled and waved up at Dawn as he walked past.

"She's too young for boys!"

"Is she...is she really? Out of Dawn and Sarah, which would you say was the most mature?"

Again, he looked up and to the right, he was accessing his real memories before mumbling, "Dawn...Dawn is a lot more grown up than Sarah."

"And legally...Sarah can have sex...get married...start to have babies. Do you think that Sarah is ready for all that responsibility?"

John shook his head.

"Come to think of it, Dawn's fourteen years old...how old were you the first time you had sex?"

He looked up and to the right momentarily and smiled, "I was about twelve!"

"And who was the girl?"

I noticed a slight flush of red on John's cheeks but he was looking down and to the left as he said, "errrrm..."

I lifted his chin with my fingers until he was looking into my eyes, "Don't lie...I want the truth!"

"What...I didn't say anything!"

"You were about to tell me a lie!"

"What makes you think that?"

"Women have an extra sense that men don't have...we can spot a lie before it even comes!"

"What sense is that then?"

"Common sense!"

John laughed but only for a second, Don Smith walking back along the road from the opposite direction caught John's eye, Don looked up at the bedroom windows again and waved at Dawn as he passed. John was still looking at Don's back as he walked away, "My first time was with my sister Mary!"

"Just a minute, Mary's five or six years younger than you isn't she?"

John's face turned proper red this time, "Yes, she's five years younger than me!"

"So it was okay for Mary to have sex at...what...seven years old but you think Dawn is too young at fourteen, twice as old as Mary was!"

John nodded his head, "So...you think we should let Dawn start having boyfriends then?"

"I'm not sure that she actually wants a boyfriend...I think all she wants is the sex!"

John almost choked and then he laughed, "Well, I guess you can't blame her for that!"

"So...you're into incest and get turned on by bestiality and turning your wife into a whore...what other dark secrets are you hiding?"

John laughed again...he forgot all about the three boys opposite our house looking up at our naked daughter, forgot all about Don Smith on his third circuit in front of our house as well, he turned me so that I was facing away from him, "I have to say when I saw Rex licking your bum last night..." John prodded between my bum cheeks with his cock which had momentarily escaped from his underpants, pressing the thin dressing gown covering my body, prodding right against my anal muscle. "...made me think that it could be fun opening that particular door for sex!"

He prodded again, it felt like he was trying to push his cock and my dressing gown up my bum together.

I just managed to get, "I'm not ready for that path yet..." when Dawn flounced down the stairs, she had pulled her dressing gown over her shoulders but as she rushed down the stairs, it kept flying open, exposing her light brown 'Kitty' to me and her father.

John watched the way that Dawn walked through the living room and said, "I see what you mean...If I were a man I'd be certain that she was desperate for a fuck!"

"You are a man darling, I can feel the proof pressing against my bum."

"I didn't mean...what I meant was...if I was just any man and not her father...I'd know exactly what she was after! And talking about what people are after...anal sex is something that lots of men want to try and that their wives don't want to give them that they will pay extra for anal...it is something to think about"

I laughed at John's discomfort and nodded my head in the direction of the road outside, Don Smith was making his fifth or sixth pass by the front of our house and he didn't look quite so happy as he had the first few times and the three boys had suddenly lost interest in our house and had started larking about out there.

"See if the milk man's been yet darling!"

"I can see from here that he hasn't been!"

"I know that but no one can see you looking if you just look out of the window, I want you to go out and look for the milk and because it isn't there on the step, I want you to walk down the drive and look up the road to see if Alan's anywhere in sight!"

"In my nighty?"

"I'm sure that Alan will cum in your nighty later but for now I just want to see the reaction...be quick, Don Smith's coming back again...and I want to see his reaction especially!"

I stepped out in the street, I did get a lot of looks from the boys but Don Smith deviated on his path, "Lost something Vicky?"

"Just Alan the milk man...I was hoping...oh, here he comes now!"

Alan chose that moment to turn up with our milk delivery and I took my two pints out of his hands, Don looked past me to the open front door, he nodded his head and smiled then said, Morning Dawn, you look nice this morning...not your usual school uniform!"

I turned to face the door just as Dawn pulled her dressing gown closed, she smiled at Don and then turned to climb the stairs.

Don smiled at me and said, "Dawn's really growing up fast, she's already left her older sister standing in her dust!"

Don gave me another look over and a smile because I was standing right in front of him, out on my drive wearing just a half gram of imitation tulle and nothing else so most of my body was on display to Don being so close to me.

I heard the house phone ringing, "That could be for me Don, have a great day!"

I took the milk into the kitchen and popped it into the fridge, John was talking on the phone in the living room, he called out to me, "Darling, have you got anything on in the next half hour?"

I looked at the three kids eating their breakfast, Dawn was flashing her tits at Peter and he had a boner in his pyjamas. Peter was eating with his left hand and his right hand was either trying to hide his erection or he was slowly wanking himself off through his pyjama bottoms right there in the kitchen. I walked back into the living room, leaving the kids in the kitchen to finish their breakfasts.

John was speaking on the phone when I reached him, "Just a minute Michael..."

John held the mouthpiece of the phone against his chest, "Michael is asking if he can stop by the shed for fifteen minutes on his way to work...he's just about to leave home now!"

"I'll go down and open the gate, tell him I'll be waiting for him in the shed!"

John told Michael that the back gate would be open and hung the phone up.

John had five friends that lived locally who were called Michael so I didn't actually know who was about to visit me for an early morning quickie, almost like a lucky dip!

The Michael that turned up to collect a little on his investment in my love shack was the husband of my best friend, Mary Fletcher. Michael's investment had been the insulation batting that would keep the shed warm in the winter and cool in the summer if I had remembered the conversation going on while I was fucking Colin Cooper correctly...Michael only had thirty minutes on his account.

'Don't judge!' ran through my head as I welcomed Michael into the shed with a kiss.

"What would you like Michael?"

He gave me a wry smile before kissing me again, "Well, I only have fifteen minutes but can I have oral sex...Mary will let me fuck her whenever I want, just so long as it's missionary position with her in our bed with the lights off. I really do love my wife but sometimes a man needs a little more than straight sex!"

I pulled my nighty off over my head and that caused Michael to gasp when I emerged naked in front of him. As I reached down to pull his zip down, his cock seemed to be fighting to get out, Michael's reaction to seeing me naked was so marked that it prompted me to ask, "Does Mary let you see her naked?"

I eased his cock out of his trousers as he shook his head, "No, Mary won't even get changed in front of me!"

I was planning on adopting my newly discovered sucking position with my legs straight, bent at the waist but I wouldn't need to do that, Michael was disappointingly small...even Peter's twelve year old cock was longer, so I squatted in front of him and started to suck. I twisted my head slightly and looked up at him, he was struggling to see my body in my squatting pose so I had an idea, I let his cock slip from my mouth...he looked devastated, he must have thought that it was all over but I jumped onto my bed, rolled onto my back and eased myself so that my head was just over the end of the mattress so that I could still take his cock in my mouth but let him see every inch of my body at the same time.

I took Michael's cock into my mouth and sucked it in as deep as I could get it...in my new position, I actually managed to get the head of Michael's cock close to my tonsils. Mark stroked my tits and reached down to my pussy, as soon as his fingers touched my hairy cunt, he fired off in my mouth and I wouldn't even try to claim that he got off so quickly because of my oral skills, he got off just from looking at, and touching my body.

Michael almost jumped away from me as soon as he climaxed, "I'm sorry Vicky...I didn't think that I'd shoot off so quickly...I would have warned you!"

"That's okay Michael...just so long as you got what you needed!"

"You...you've swallowed it..."

He was right, on Friday...if my husband had cum in my mouth, I would have rushed to the toilet to spit his load out or I'd have spat it into a handkerchief but after my experience with Paul on Saturday, I'd discovered that once a man's spunk was in my belly the bad taste was over. Spitting spunk out was actually counter intuitive, getting off the bed and running to the toilet actually held the bad taste in my mouth a lot longer than just swallowing it all down as soon as it happened.

Michael looked at his watch, it had taken him just seven minutes from walking in my shed to zipping his fly back up, "Shall we call that ten minutes off of my credit balance?"

"Oh Michael...you sliver tongued devil...who couldn't fall in love with accountant speak!"

He grinned at me and said, "You sarky cow!"

"I'm going to call it five minutes because I had to change position to get comfortable!"

"Oh great, that means I still have twenty-five minutes left on my account!"

I shook my head.

"What's wrong, I'm usually good at maths."

"No, you're terrible at maths, your thirty minute balance was for full sex, oral sex costs less...if all you want is oral sex you can have an hour!"

"No fucking way...surely oral sex is more expensive than straight sex?"

I shook my head again, "No, it's around half the price."

There was one last kiss, Michael slipped his tongue into my mouth and then he pulled a face, "I wouldn't let a man spunk in my mouth for any amount of money!"

Michael ran for his car, he had a deadline, he had to be in his office by nine o'clock at the latest, in fact his senior partner had a saying, 'If you're not early...you're late!' and Michael used to repeat that mantra at any and every village event that we went to.

I locked the shed door and the back gate, I wouldn't be around much today to play in my new workshop. I hadn't been to have my usual Monday morning coffee with Mary Fletcher for three months but before that, it had been a weekly occurrence.

Life being the perverse bastard that it was, I had a job so had missed thirteen of my regular coffee mornings...and I say had because it finished on Friday...I'd worked in a clothing factory, I was an overlocker and worked Tuesday to Thursday, twenty-four hours a week for ten pounds an hour with a bonus system that could add ten percent if I worked hard. The perverse element in my part time job came on my last working day of March, I had hit my target for the day so I'd get my extra ten percent in my pay packet for the day. To make bonus I had to sew the side seems and shoulder straps of ten long dresses in an hour and I'd managed to sew one hundred and forty-four dresses in the extra twelve hour shift that I had agreed to work, so I was feeling pleased with myself. As we were leaving work we were all directed into the staff canteen. The company's owner apologised to us all, after over one hundred years in his family, the company was going out of business and he was no longer the owner.

There were four strangers standing at the back of the room, they all worked for the Official Receiver's Office... a Government appointed company that would look after the resale of the business or the winding up operations. The strangers had letters for each of us by name and they called us up to receive our letter in alphabetical order, I was reasonably early because I was Clarke.

If the company had been in serious difficulties it would have closed at that very moment and we would have all been paid three months salary in lieu of notice by the government as well as one month's pay for each full year of our employment with the company so I would have got a years pay in one go...just over twelve thousand pounds but that wasn't the position that our company was in, we had a large stock of material for our current contracts and our customers still needed the dresses that my team were making so the Official Receiver wanted us to continue working normal patterns until the end of our three months.

I collected my letter and walked through the door and the perversion hit...the owner was waiting outside the gates and he was asking the part time workers if we could work full time for the last three months...now Norman wasn't going to get a penny out of us completing the orders, once the receiver took over the company it would be rare for the owner to even get a wage out of his failing business. It's just that his customers were all long standing friends of his and he didn't want to let them down.

I had a chat with John as soon as I got home, I told him that the company had been declared bankrupt I would be working sixty hour weeks for three months and would have to look for a new job once the company closed.

John had been pragmatic, he had told me that he would help out around the house a little more while I was working full time and that he wouldn't make his usual demands on my body for the three months so that I could rest properly while working my longer hours and that we'd make up for it with a fuck-fest the week I finished work. He said, "I'll clear as much of that first week as I can and we'll try to spend the whole week in bed fucking to make up for it."

I patted the back of his hand, "Darling, you'll manage two, perhaps three orgasms and you'll be done in...just clear a few hours a day for me and keep working, we'll need the money as I'll be unemployed!"

I reached the kitchen as I remembered the conversation about a future job, John had actually pointed out that I'd have close to a year's salary in one go, "You won't have to worry about getting a new job for that year!"

The kitchen was empty, the kids had left their dishes on the table, after three months of clearing up after themselves, the kids had instantly reverted back to the good old days when they left everything up to me.

John stood at the bottom of the stairs and shouted up, "Kids, I'm going right past your school, would you like a lift in with me?"

Peter was first at the bottom of the stairs, his school bag over his shoulder, first so that he could grab the front seat in the car. Sarah was next but Dawn wasn't ready, she shouted down from her bedroom that she'd be ages so she'd catch the bus in to school later.

John reversed off the drive, Peter in the front seat, Sarah in the back. I saw Don Smith walking from down the road in our direction, there were five boys messing about at the bus stop now, five boys and three girls. As soon as John's car slipped from view, Dawn was at the bottom of the stairs dressed and ready for school, she kissed my cheek and slipped out of the house.

I didn't bother mentioning that just ten seconds earlier she had lied to her father and told him that she was no where near being ready for school but I knew at least three reasons why dawn didn't want a lift in to school and they were all standing at the bus stop opposite our house.

I pulled my nighty off and stepped into my dress. Dawn had made a bee-line for the group of boys but I spotted Don Smith again, he was beckoning to Dawn to go up the road to him.

I grabbed my handbag and made sure the house was locked up and checked that I had my paperwork. I was going to have coffee with Mary Fletcher and today it would be a long one, lots to catch up on after not seeing her for three months when we used to meet at least once a week to catch up. My overall plan was to have coffee with Mary and then walk into town, grab a snack lunch in a pub...quite possibly even at The Bishop's Mitre pub...that wasn't a gastro pub, I'd get a hot pie that I'd be expected to eat with my fingers and a half a pint of cider. Then on to the Employment Exchange to register as unemployed and then on to the office of the Official Receiver to finalise my employment with the clothing factory...I'd been working so hard and so long at the factory that I hadn't had the chance to get into their office to collect all my paperwork. Instead of working twenty-four hours a week, for the last three months I'd been working five, twelve hour days...they would have liked even more but the factory was in a mixed domestic - commercial zone that only allowed eight am to eight pm Monday to Friday...and I worked every one of those available hours right up to Friday evening and boy was I glad to get back to my typical Saturday the following day.

I left the house, there were now fifteen kids at the bus stop but one was missing, Dawn wasn't there. I walked past the gaggle of kids and crossed the road to the other side. I spotted Don Smith's head above a private hedge that lead to the back alley between two blocks of houses. I looked down the passageway as I walked past, Dawn was squatting in front of Don, she was holding a twenty pound note in her left hand and his cock in her right as she sucked his cock.

I looked ten yards back down the road to the group of her fellow students waiting for the bus. I spotted the bus at the end of the road, it was just turning into our street. I thought that John might get a kick out of seeing one of his friends fucking his twelve year old daughter's mouth so I lifted my mobile phone and snapped a picture of Dawn working on his cock. I checked the picture on my phone to make sure that it was good quality and once I was happy with it, I said, "The bus is here Dawn!"

Don twisted his upper body away from me, dragging his cock out of Dawn's mouth and said, "Fuck it!"

Dawn apologised, "I'm sorry, the bus is five minutes early...here, here's your money back, I'll try again tomorrow!"

Don took the money off of her as she ran past me, she faltered a step as she passed me, I got a, "Sorry mum!" and Dawn was gone to join the queue.

I watched Don slip his twenty pound note into his trouser pocket and I walked down to him, I snapped my fingers at him and held out my hand.

He said, "What?"

"If you offered my daughter twenty pounds to suck your cock...I'd class that as a business opportunity on my daughter's part, if she sucked your cock then the contract has been completed and the labourer would be worthy of her hire. If you then take that money back because you didn't get to orgasm...I'd class that as a breach of contract and if you don't have a contract with my daughter...then what you actually did was to sexually assault a minor."

I held my phone up to show Don that I had taken the picture of him getting sucked off in a public place.

"You can hand over Dawn's payment and I'll treat it as a contract between the two of you, if not I'll send this to the police right now!"

He smiled at me, "You forget, I've lived here all my life, I know that we don't have a mobile phone signal here!"

I pressed a button and spoke to my phone, "Alexa, what's the email address of the Northamptonshire Constabulary?"

My phone spoke back, "There are five email addresses listed for Northamptonshire Constabulary!"

The look on Don's face told a story all of its own. He was shocked that I'd made my threat and even more shocked that I could actually carry it through. He handed over the twenty pound note begrudgingly.

I popped the money and my phone back into my shoulder bag, "Now, you have a problem...your balls are full and you've been frustrated by the bus turning up early...would you like me to give you a hand with it?"

The shocked look on his face doubled and I lifted my right hand and wiggled my fingers. He reluctantly pulled his zipper down and pulled his cock into view, I lifted his cock and inspected it although I was sure that Dawn would have done that before she sucked him, "I don't think that shade of lipstick suits your cock..." I started rubbing his cock as I looked up and down the passageway to see if anyone was watching us and as I brought him close to his orgasm, I quickly squatted down in front of him and put my lips over his cockhead to take his spunk into my mouth and swallowed it all down. "...I'll tell Dawn that I've fulfilled her contract with you so that she won't have to give you a freebie tomorrow, And my red lipstick is a much better colour on your cock than Dawn's pink!"

I walked away from Don with a swish in my tail, it felt lovely walking along with only a dress covering my body, every step caused the thin cotton material to stroke across my backside and tits.

I bumped into four men on my walk to Mary's house, four men that I'd known for many years, four men that I had always known for being happy men, men that would always greet you with a smile in the past but who, for the last few weeks had looked very depressed and this morning, I got a smile and had been stopped by each man. They were talking in code...hinting that they needed something from me but I could tell by the guarded way they were broaching the subject that they weren't sure if someone was joking with them. I was as tactful as I could be with each man, "I'm out all day today but I'll be able to give therapeutic massages from tomorrow...I'll take appointments over my mobile phone and by the end of the week the whole village will be covered by free wi-fi hotspots. It will be a lot easier to manage my appointments using the internet."

I got to Mary's house, I knocked on the door but it wasn't Mary that answered the door to me...my usual Monday morning coffee with Mary had been extended, more of our friends had turned up to welcome me back into the fold after my three month enforced absence. I felt my face colour slightly because the woman that was now hugging and kissing me out in the street was Sue Cooper, Colin Cooper's wife. Her lips left my cheek and she whispered, "You look glowing Vicky...I love the way that you're dressed, I wish I was brave enough to dress like that out in the street.

Sue pulled away from me and looked me up and down, she was inspecting the way that I was dressed and then she smiled, "I'm surprised to see that you're still wearing your fur coat...that's very much 'Last Month'. Colin insisted that I shave my fur off a month ago and I thought that most of the men around here preferred their wives that way these days."

Sue had brought home made cakes in to the party, Mary had, as usual provided the coffee, Dawn Preston had brought biscuits and Claire Deacon had a large box of Belgian chocolates...it had been so long since the girls had all got together that it looked like they wanted to make a day of it.

I actually preferred it when it was just me and Mary having a quiet cup of coffee together, once it got to three or four women the chat turned, after ten minutes, into a competition...and not in a good way...the competition was always the same, to see who had the worst husband!

Today's competition was started by Elizabeth and was prompted by the way that I was dressed. Liz said that her husband would never allow her to leave the house dressed like that...Sue defended the way that I was dressed, "My Colin would love to see me out in the street wearing just a thin dress with nothing under it...either nothing or something like a black and red leather basque, red thong and black stockings...I wouldn't even need to give him sex on his birthday if I went down to the Black Dog dressed like that...that would be birthday present enough for Colin!"

Sue then dug me in the ribs and said, "If it was Colin's birthday and he saw you dressed like that...he'd class that as a birthday present as well."

I looked over at Mary, she was hiding behind her cup, I could see her red cheeks over her cup.

Sue went on, "Mind you, I only dress that way for Colin in our bedroom because I'm too shy to dress like it outside."

The conversation rolled around and around the terrible way our husbands behaved, all except me that is...I pointed out that John had taken over the lion's share of running the house and looking after the kids while I was working long hours at the factory and even at the weekends, John would let me rest and recuperate while he kept up the household chores.

I stopped short of telling the girls that John had sorted my future profession out for me as well as looking after so much of my day to day chores around the house.

I got a bit of a bad reaction at eleven o'clock when I told the girls that I needed to go, I told them that I wanted to walk into town and have lunch at the Bishop's Mitre before signing on to the unemployment register, "I've got to be at the Official Receiver's office at two o'clock to finalise my payment from the government before they finalise the accounts and move on to their next job.

I left Mary with six other women all eating junk food and I walked at the side of the road to town. At the roundabout at the end of the link road I watched all the cars coming up from the motorway, I imagined every car to be driven by men looking for Christina but most of them turned right and took the road I was going to walk along into town, one car turned left to go to my village or one of the many farms beyond and then one stood out, it was driving slower than usual, the driver didn't look in any hurry to get anywhere, he circled the roundabout, 'He's either going to the petrol station or he really is looking for Christina North.

I continued on my way, the stream of men driving their cars past me caused me to switch into catwalk model mode. I'd seen Sarah walking like that on stage when her director told her to walk sexily...so it must me true. Then I discovered why sexy women walked like that, as my left leg passed my right and swung in front of my right foot, my hip flicked a little, lifting the hem of my dress but more than that, it caused a lot more friction between my legs...more importantly...a build up of friction in my pussy lips. I was taking myself to the edge of an orgasm, just by walking along.

I recognised the car that had driven around the roundabout, turning neither right nor left but it hadn't headed back towards the motorway either...the driver had done one complete loop and had turned right towards town but now it was moving at five miles an hour as it passed me.

My catwalk walk became even more exaggerated when the car pulled into a bus stop and the driver was looking back at me. I was really close to an orgasm from the friction around my pussy lips as I approached the passenger side door of the car.

"Hi...miss! I know that this might sound strange but...I was checking up on an old friend in the area...I've just driven past her house and it looked like her drive has been blocked off. The guy that told me she was gone described a woman that sounded just like you!" You wouldn't happen to be Victoria Clarke would you?"

I bent forward to look at the man through the open passenger window, "Are you a friend of Paul Gamble?"

"Phew...I thought for a moment that I may have dropped a right bullock there...I imagined you screaming and firing your rape alarm up in the air!"

He punctuated that comment with a grin.

I pulled my hand out of my shoulder bag, I had a small canister in my hand with 'Rape Alarm' on the side, "It wouldn't do me any good holding this up in the air, no one close enough to hear a rape alarm out here...this rape alarm is one twenty decibels so I'd be better off pointing it into your car, especially as the gas that drives the siren is actually C/S gas...you wouldn't be up to playing games if I filled your car with that!"

I was standing there talking to the man with the front of my dress sagging open because it was so low cut, "I don't suppose that you're looking for business right now are you?"

"I was going to a pub in town for a quick snack lunch and a glass of cider, then I have two appointments in town before I can go home."

"I could offer you a lift to the pub, it's almost lunch time and a man's got to eat!"

I looked all around, there was a momentary hiatus in the traffic heading for town, I chuckled as I looked all around, on Friday if a strange man had turned up and offered me a lift into town, I would have emptied my Turkish rape alarm in his face and run...and on Friday I would have been wearing a dress that covered up to my neck and all of my arms to the wrist as well as knickers and a bra under the dress as well as a full slip under the dress but today, I just grabbed the handle of the door, opened it and stepped in, exposing an awful lot of thigh.

The hiatus in the traffic had ended and a stream of cars and vans were streaming past and as the man looked over his shoulder he said, "My friend...I'm sure you know her, Christina...would only give me her landline number, so now she's moved on, I'm worried about her and wish I had her mobile telephone number so I could check up on her, get her new address and start sending my friends to her new place...If you see her around, can you tell her that Brian Pool is looking for her, ask her to give me a ring!"

I didn't like to tell him that I wouldn't recognise her if I walked into her in the street...he obviously thought that Christina and I both being whores in the same area, would be friends with each other, what I did say though was, "Check your mobile phone signal!"

There was an unbroken stream of vehicles so he picked his phone up, "No signal...wait, there is a wi-fi signal...where the hell could that be coming from out here?"

"Does the address say church?"

"Yes but I can't see any church near here!"

"The church is two miles away but if you can see the signal out here, it means that they've fitted a wi-fi repeater in the petrol station over there today!"

The car lurched into the stream and we ran with the flow of traffic into town. I directed him to The Bishop's Mitre pub and he parked in a narrow back street behind the pub. The road was a dead end with no turning point at the end and he'd stopped past the loading bay doors of the pub, so no one would need to get past him, so he felt safe.

I ordered chicken and mushroom pie and a half pint of cider, Brian ordered the same pie but a half of beer.

We sat at the back of the bar, both sitting on the same side of the table, Brian put his mouth against my ear and whispered, "I'm surprised that they'll serve you in here, they wouldn't serve Christina in here when I brought her here for a drink, the law says that the landlord can only allow a common prostitute to rest for a moment in his pub but he can't serve her food or drink!"

"Was Christina a common prostitute?"

"The landlord used her services so he knew she was a prostitute...that's enough to get him into trouble if he's caught serving her."

"What's the difference between a common prostitute and any other kind of prostitute?"

Brian chuckled, "Paul Gamble said he thought that you were new to the game...mind you, he said that he paid your daughter for oral while you watched them!"

"Yes, I'm new, I only started yesterday."

"That's unusual for the daughter to turn tricks before her mother...often the other way round...that or the daughter is and the mother doesn't know about it and never does it."

I ate my pie, as I'd expected, the pie came without knife or fork, it was just like a hot chicken and mushroom sandwich but using pastry instead of bread. The gastro pub down the road would have put the pie on a large plate with six chunky chips and side salad garnish. But where The Bishop's Mitre charged two pounds fifty pence, the gastro pub would have charged ten pounds.

When I had finished my food and drink, Brian asked me how long I had before my first appointment.

I checked my watch, "I have forty-five minutes before my first appointment and my second appointment is in the same building, I'll sign in to both at the same time and be allowed to move from the first appointment to the second once the first is over."

"Erm, how would you like to sit with me in my car for thirty minutes? I wasn't expecting sex today but it would be nice to get a helping hand to seal our new friendship...the back windows of my car are almost totally black, we won't be seen!"

I said, "Okay." I wasn't even going to ask him for payment because we'd had a nice chat and I could rely on Brian passing my phone number around his friends to drum up some business for me in the future.

We left the pub and climbed in the back of the car. Brian lifted the headrests of the front seats as high as he could and then he draped a picnic blanket over the front seats, blocking off any sight from the front of the car, he peeled forty pounds out of his wallet and handed it to me, "I'd really like to see you naked and have you give me oral sex!"

I didn't hesitate, I pulled my dress off and he pushed me away a little to look at my body, he turned me slightly to be able to spread my legs wide enough to see deep into my body.

"Can I give you just one helpful tip..." I nodded my head. "...You need to shave every hair from your body, not all men are clean and no one will thank you if you pass crab-lice from one customer to the next!"

I nodded my head and thought, 'Bloody hell, was that what Sue was going on about...did she know that I was starting to work as a whore...did she know that I'd already serviced her husband and was that the reason that she jumped to my defence at Mary Cooper's house!"

I sucked his cock, I took his cockhead into my throat, it reminded me of the first time I took John in deep, Brian's cockhead had opened my uvula but it hadn't passed the widest point of his cockhead so my uvula was stretched wide until he climaxed and I swallowed his seed all the way down.

I dressed, kissed Brian good bye and left his car with just fifteen minutes to walk to my appointments in the Job Centre.

As I walked along I rang John, fortunately the town had phone masts for all of the major telephone companies.

"Hi darling, how's your day going?"

"I've finished in Leicester, I'm at the Foss Park Shopping Centre at the moment hunting food but the food court has been demolished so all that's available is MacDonald's restaurant or the café in Asda."

"Are you still alone in your car?"

"Yes...why?"

"If I had some proof that Dawn is desperate for sex...would you want to see it?"

"Fuck yes!"

"Would it make you mad?"

"No, I'll be upset because you aren't here to help me out if I get turned on!"

I sent the picture of Dawn and Don Smith and then stood outside the Job Centre and waited for John's reaction.

The call came in just twenty seconds flat, "Bloody hell...that was very surprising to see that."

"Can you still see the picture?"

"Yes!"

"Look at her left hand!"

"Is that a twenty pound note?"

"It is, he was paying her twenty pounds to suck his cock!"

"How long will it take you to get home?"

"About an hour to ninety minutes, depending on the bureaucracy!"

"Good, it'll take me an hour to get to town, wait outside the job centre...I'll have sex for my lunch today...I'll pick you up outside the Job Centre!"

I walked into the Job Centre and told the receptionist my name, he found my appointment on his list and selected it with his mouse, the little machine at the side of his desk spat out a ticket with a number printed on it, "Take the number and sit on a blue chair please."

I looked at my ticket and saw 752 and the screen on the wall said that they were serving number 65 at the moment, I heaved a deep sigh of disappointment, at least John would be able to phone me when he arrived and I could tell him to go home and wait for me to call him to come back and pick me..."

A voice called out, "Number 752 to room five please!"

That was very confusing. I even asked the young man sitting in room five, waiting for me, why the screen said that they were serving 65 on the TV screen?

"That's for those who are already registered and making their fortnightly declaration and proving what they have done to look for work."

I sat in front of the man, it was apparently a paperwork exercise...so much so that he pressed one button on his computer and a printer at the side of his desk started to issue out printed sheets of paper. All of my details were there on the paper, I had to read through everything to make sure the Official Receiver's staff had sent in all the details through to him correctly.

I told him that everything was correct, he asked me to sign the declaration and date the form, "Now, it says here that you worked for your previous employer for ten years without a break so we won't expect you to try to draw money from the unemployment benefit for at least nine months. You can use the internet to tell us that you are still looking for work and we will send your details to potential employers as they come up looking for workers with your particular skills. If you get a job, please try to remember to let us know but if you don't register once a fortnight, we'll remove you from the list. If you think that any training courses on our webpage would help you to get a job offer, contact me and I'll put you into the next available training session."

I was thanked for taking the time to go in to make my declaration and asked to wait on a green seat for my next interview.

This time my bottom hadn't actually touched the seat when my number was called again.

I stepped into the next office, the sixteen year old clerk that had handed me my letter on the last day of March smiled at me and then his eyebrows raised at the way that I was dressed...as I sat down he got a little flash of something he shouldn't have and became flustered.

"Erm, Mrs Clarke...You'll be pleased to hear that the first twenty thousand pounds of your redundancy will be exempt from Tax and National Insurance...

My laughter caused him to stop and give me a confused look.

"What did I say that was so amusing?"

"The bit about the first twenty thousand pounds of my redundancy would be Tax and National Insurance free...I'm on a twenty-four hour contract at ten pounds an hour...eleven pounds an hour if I got top bonus!"

"How much were you expecting to get in redundancy payments?"

"Eleven thousand, five hundred to twelve thousand pounds tops!"

He flicked through the sheets of paper in front of him.

"Well, this is going to come as a bit of a surprise to you then...my records show that you have an employment contract of sixty hours a week in place since the first of April, the beginning of the tax year so, our calculation for your annual salary is twenty-seven thousand, seven hundred and twenty pounds. So your eleven months redundancy package is actually twenty-five thousand, four hundred and ten pounds, you will have to pay Tax on five thousand four hundred and ten pounds but at least there is a maximum limit on how much National Insurance you have to pay in any one month and your last month's pay-check has already exceeded that limit, so the tax man will get just over one thousand pounds."

I was quite startled actually, my payout had been doubled, just because I'd worked so many hours each week for the first thirteen weeks of the tax year that it had counted as if that was my actual annual salary.

I hadn't really thought about all that extra pay either, I'd been so busy that I hadn't been able to spend any of my pay for thirteen week so every penny was still in my bank account and that would be over six thousand pounds...I could treat myself to a few new sexy outfits and a catering pack of condoms for my new business enterprise.

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