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Published : 28 April 2020

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Already seen Tuesday, click here to read Part 1, Typical Saturday or here to read Part 2, After a Typical Saturday or here to read Part 3, Later on Sunday or here to read Part 4, Monday Morning or here to read Part 5, Monday Afternoon

Tuesday
by Isabella Story Code: M/F, M/f, m/f Oral, Prostitution, Exhibitionism, Voyeurism, Incest, Brother/Sister, Grandfather/Granddaughter

Dawn woke us at ten to six in the morning, beating my alarm clock by ten minutes, "Dad...Grandpa Ron is in the back garden!"

I opened my eyes, Dawn was naked, standing in our bedroom doorway, Peter was behind her, also naked...well, naked apart from the pink sausage-skin encompassing his cock. The kids had obviously woken early and decided to get an early start on their incest practice.

I'd slept in the nude once again, just the third time I'd slept naked in my life so I pulled my dressing gown on over my body while John pulled his trousers on, we made it out into the garden to find John's father opening a manhole cover in the back garden, twenty feet from the house.

"Morning kids..." Ron looked past me and John and grinned, "...morning Dawn...you look very pretty this morning!"

I looked over my shoulder and Dawn was standing at the back door, still totally naked but fortunately without her brother dogging her footsteps.

I said, "Morning dad, you're here early this morning...very early!"

"Sorry about that darling but after the phone call last night I couldn't really sleep...that and if I was right, I'd need to get Joe redirected before he set out for Nottingham. I searched my home office for these plans and then I had to go to my office at the garage...no idea why the damned plans were in the garage's office but that's where they were."

Ron shone a torch down into the manhole, "Right, I see four branches into the main chamber, three from the house, two are dry, so I assume that the other two branches were capped off when the old cottages were converted into one house and here, to the south, that line runs down to the lane at the back of the house."

Ron tied a white linen handkerchief to the end of my washing line and handed it to John, "Take this down by the side of your shed and hold it up high enough so I can see it over the bushes John!"

Ron stood above the one wet line into the chamber and opposite the line out to the main sewer and as John walked down the garden to the shed Ron said, I'm looking forward to a little fun with you in your shed as soon as I've marked out the sewer's run!"

John held the line prop high, Ron directed him until he was directly in line with the sewer, "Right, hold it there John!"

Ron jogged down the garden to hammer a wooden stake into the lawn ten feet in front of the shed.

I stood and appraised the situation, John said, "Right darling, what have you got on your mind?"

The gateway out onto the back lane was to the left of the shed looking from the house, the line of the sewage pipe was six foot to the right.

"I'm thinking of buying another shed to put at the side of the old shed, something like six foot square should be big enough to give me a shower, toilet and hand basin."

I saw John looking up towards the house, Dawn was still naked walking around in the kitchen and Peter was trying to pull her back to the bedroom by the look of it. John turned back to me, "Do you think that Dawn is serious about...well...working!"

"I'm sure...why?"

"Well, I was thinking, if we're going to do more work down here, we could put another shed up for Dawn to use., make it the same as your shed but the mirror image and put a bathroom between them!"

"Well, okay but if we're going to do that, lets put a ten by twelve shed sideways on between the two therapy rooms and then put a little covered decking across the front of the three sheds to make the whole thing a little more private."

John looked thoughtful, "We could make the decking more like a long shed, fill the front and the right hand side in and put a sturdy door on the left end, that way we can just fit standard bedroom doors on each of the sheds."

Ron stood listening to us talking, "Hey, you mean that Dawn wants a shed to use for..."

We both nodded our heads and Ron smiled, "When do you think she'll be ready to take on an adult?"

I turned away from Ron and walked up to the house, I heard Ron ask John if he'd said something to upset me but I was out of earshot by the time John answered him, Dawn and Peter were in Peter's bedroom playing rabbits again.

"As soon as Peter climaxes, your grandfather would like a little play with you in my shed!"

I hadn't made the first tread of the stairs when I heard Peter climaxing. Dawn passed me half way down the stairs at a run, I just got to the kitchen doorway in time to see my naked daughter grabbing a handful of condoms from the top drawer by the kitchen sink and she was off down the garden like a greyhound.

By the time I got to the shed, I could hear Ron fucking Dawn in my shed, he was giving her orgasm after orgasm, chained together and he was doing it all with the shed door wide open while John watched her from six feet away.

I checked my watch, it was really time that Dawn was eating her breakfast or she might have been late for the school bus...to help with the timings, I decided to go back to the kitchen, roust Sarah and Peter and cook their breakfast while they were getting ready for school.

Dawn walked into the kitchen with a grin on her face and twin snot trails running down the insides of both thighs.

"Dawn...didn't you make your grandfather use a condom...I saw you take several down to the shed with you!"

"Grandpa said that he was allergic to the latex they make condoms out of!"

"Darling, all men will try that line on with a young girl, don't believe them, no condom, no sex...I guess that we know your grandfather well enough to trust that he has no STDs but no other man without a condom...ever...it isn't just sexually transmitted diseases you have to worry about, you are old enough to get pregnant now...so a condom every time please!"

I went back down the garden again, John and his father were talking about the idea of putting up a second shed for Dawn to use and putting a bathroom between the two sheds.

Ron said, "A ten foot by twelve foot shed like the old one will cost a thousand pounds but you wouldn't need a third shed, just a front and back wall...we could put the new shed as far to the right as we can get it and just use all the space that's left in between them for the bathroom...or rather bathrooms, there would be enough room for two bathrooms."

Sounded like a good idea to me so I said, "With that much space, would we be able to have a bathtub, a walk in shower, a hand basin, toilet and bidet?"

Ron eyed up the space, pondered for a moment and then said, "It might be a little tight but I am sure we can get two full bathrooms in the space."

There was a knocking on the back gate, John was about to go and answer but I stopped him, "It's likely to be for me!"

I waited while John and his dad got out of sight behind the bushes half way up the garden, John was already on his mobile phone calling up the camera in the shed...just in case it was a customer looking for sex.

I opened the gate just wide enough to look out, I recognised the man...not well enough to remember his name but I did know that he was married with at least one child, I said "Hello" and his face instantly coloured up, his eyes were fixed on the little he could see of my body covered as it was by the thin skin of lightweight cotton but it was very obvious that I was totally naked under the cotton skin.

He started to mumble and his face got redder, "Erm...Mrs. Vicky...sorry, Clarke...erm Victoria...the thing is, David Patterson mentioned you...rather he told me...hell, shit, I'm not expressing..."

I opened the door wider and stepped out into the back lane, "Come on, just tell me what you want!"

He froze momentarily as he looked me up and down, my ginger triangle was clearly visible through the thin cotton as well as the dark rings of my areola. He swallowed hard, "The thing is...well you know David Patterson, he can be a bit of a joker so I'm not sure if he was just pulling my leg or not but he said that I could have thirty minutes for one hundred pounds!"

I smiled at him, "David wasn't pulling your leg, you can have thirty minutes for one hundred pounds."

His right hand dived into his pocket and he struggled to pull a bundle of cash out of his tight trousers pocket.

I took his money and his hand and pulled him through into the garden, I locked the gate and then took him into the shed.

"Do you want to strip off?"

I had already peeled my dressing gown off and was standing naked in front of him. He fought with his clothes to get them all off as quickly as he could and then I checked his cock over and used my hand to get him fully hard. I got on the bed on my back and rolled a condom down his cock and then invited him into me, he rammed his hips down on top of me, his cock entered me hard and fast, he only managed three thrusts before he fell on top of me gasping for breath. He was a little apologetic about the speed and he begged me not to tell anyone that he had been so premature.

I rolled him off of me and pulled his condom off, sending it into the bin. He was about to climb off the bed when I pulled him back. I pushed him onto his back and used my mouth on his cock to wake it up again. As soon as he was hard enough, I rolled a fresh condom onto his cock but instead of letting him get on top of me again, I mounted him this time. I eased my cunt down his cock slowly and once he was in me I just rocked back and forth with slow tiny movements and then rolled my hips a little more. I managed to get my clitoris against his pubic mound and brought myself off against his hard mound, then, still gasping through my orgasm, I leaned forward, crushing my tits against his chest and quickly rolled to my left, pulling him on top of me. As soon as he was on top of me he went a little crazy, he got to eight thrusts before he fell on top of me again gasping through his orgasm but he had managed to take me from my clitoral orgasm and over into a full on deep vaginal orgasm.

As soon as he finished spurting into his condom I shook his cock out of my vagina, the condom was massively full of semen, not just the teat but half the condom was filled.

I eased him onto the bed at my side and turned to half cover his body with mine, "You have five more minutes with me, we can lie here, have a little kiss and cuddle if you like!"

He gave me a half smile, "Christina would have kicked me out twenty minutes ago, she only allowed me to do her until my orgasm."

I smiled at him, "I'm not Christina, I'm not just doing this to make as much money as I can out of prostitution, I actually like having sex, I think it's a lot of fun."

I slapped his bum as soon as my watch told me that his thirty minutes was up, one last kiss and I told him it was time to for him to get dressed.

I pulled my dressing gown on and took the man to the back gate...I still didn't know his name but I got the feeling that as soon as he had scraped together another one hundred pounds, he'd be back.

I went back up to the kitchen, Ron and John were sitting at the dining table, the old plans were spread out on the table top and Ron was transferring relevant points onto a clean sheet of paper by pressing down hard with a pencil through from the plan to the clean sheet of paper below, then he joined the dots using a ruler.

Ron drew in my old shed between the gate and the sewer pipe, I butted in with, "Did you get the kids off to school John?"

He nodded his head, "I checked that they had all the stuff that the calendar says that they need at school on a Tuesday and kicked them out just as the school bus turned up."

Ron said, "Polish Joe is on his way to dig a new inspection chamber where I hammered the stake into the lawn in front of your shed!"

I knew Polish Joe...or rather Jose Krawczyk, he had come over from Poland as a twenty year old in the eighties to pick fruit on Ron's farm, he was booked to work from the beginning of August to the end of September that year and when Ron paid him off, Jose asked if Ron had any building work that he needed around the farm. Jose had actually trained as a general builder in Poland but he could actually earn more picking fruit in England than he could earn as a builder in Poland. He had been working for Ron ever since, doing construction work through the winter and at any time that he wasn't needed working the land.

I went on the computer while Ron and John worked their way through the planes for the end of the back garden. I found a good quality shed from a supplier just a few miles away, it was nine hundred and seventy pounds for the shed and thirty pounds to erect it in my back garden but before they could do that, I'd need to lay a slab for it and that was where Polish Joe would come in, he would dig down to the sewer pipe, expose the pipe and build a brick chamber around it using 'King and Queen' headers to make it water tight., Joe would also lay out the sewer pipes into our new bathrooms, cut a branch pipe into the cold water feed pipe that ran from the back lane up to our house to feed water into my shed. Once all that was done, Joe would lay a thick concrete slab to place the shed on over all the pipe-work.

The time it would take Joe to do all the work wouldn't be a problem though, the shed company needed a week to actually build my shed and deliver it.

I got dressed and made a pot of tea, Joe had already arrived and was digging down to find the sewer pipe so I took a tray down the garden to where Ron and Joe were working, Ron was exploring for the water pipe while Joe was digging a massive hole above the sewer pipe.

I'd put three cups and a plate of biscuits on the tray with the pot of tea and took it down to them. Joe had already exposed the sewer pipe and made the hole big enough to take the inspection chamber and a branch pipe from the two new bathrooms. Joe hadn't cut into the sewer pipe at that point, he left it intact until after all the brickwork had been completed but he had laid out the bed of the new inspection chamber, hard concrete made with water and Polyvinyl acetate mixed fifty-fifty to make the concrete less permeable.

It looked a little strange to me, a sixty something digging machine of a man and my father-in-law, eighty years old picking at the soil like he might be taking sugar out of a sugar bowl. John was in his suit, Tuesday was his turn in the Northampton office, rather than out on the road. I got a kiss on the cheek and John asked, "Is it okay to use a little of your money to buy a two channel digital video recorder for the cameras in the shed?"

I looked over at my shed, "You'd better try and get a six or eight channel recorder, I'm sure that you'll want to fix the same camera set up in Dawn's shed and perhaps a camera in each of the bathrooms!"

John grinned at me and said goodbye to his father and Polish Joe.

Joe and Ron stopped working while they had a cup of tea and a biscuit. I heard the house phone ringing so I ran up there, I'd have to look into getting a telephone point putting in down at the shed as I was planning on spending so much time down there in the future.

I picked up the phone and just said, "Hello, how can I help you?"

"Oh, hello...I'm looking for a recreational massage...I was told to ring this number!"

"What part of your body is troubling you?"

"I think that recreational massages come in 'H', 'O', 'V' and sometimes even 'A', I was wondering how much for a combination of 'V' and 'A'?"

"I can't guarantee both unfortunately, I haven't really completed my 'A' training but I can give you 'V' at one hundred pounds for thirty minutes if that would be okay for you!"

Sure, but for the sake of argument, what would you charge if you did 'A' as well?"

Fifty pounds extra and you'd get fifteen minutes more!"

"Okay then, when can I come for my massage?"

"Do you know where I am?"

"I know the rough area, I'm in Northampton, it'll take me twenty minutes to get into your area."

I gave him the postcode for the side road leading to the lane at the back of our house and told him what to look for when he got there and I explained about the light over the gate and the code, if the light was red, ring the bell at the side of the gate, any other colour, wait in his car.

I went back down the garden and told Ron that I had someone coming over, he said, "That's okay, Joe has almost finished building the base for the inspection chamber, he's going to have to leave it until tomorrow to go off, he'll come back in the morning to crack on with the job...but for now, he has a job to do in Nottingham for the rest of the day.

I took the time to shower and do my hair and make up, I still needed a lot more summer dresses or sexy dresses, something that looks good but that can be removed quickly and easily and especially important, that they still looked good after being thrown on the floor for thirty minutes.

As I was getting ready, I watched Ron and Polish Joe packing their equipment away through my bedroom window. Joe left through the back gate to where his lorry was parked in back lane and Ron left through the house because his car was parked out the front of the house. I ran down to the living room and bumped into Ron as he was heading for the front door. We kissed passionately and Ron explored my body through my dress as we kissed.

Ron said, "I'll pop over first thing in the morning for my free fuck and check that the base of the sewer chamber has set properly."

I went down the garden and looked at the mess, Joe had put a safety barrio around the hole he'd dug and he had put a tarpaulin tent over the hole too, just in case it rained before the cement set fully.

I turned the light over the gate on and set it to red before sitting in my shed to wait for my second customer of the day.

I realised that I'd need some form of entertainment in my shed to keep me occupied between customers. When the bell sounded I almost jumped out of my skin because my shed was so quiet.

I opened the gate, he wasn't handsome, he was slightly over weight, balding and short, but I welcomed him like he was a long-lost lover. I changed the light to white and guided him through to my shed, the money was passed over almost surreptitiously, as if someone might have been watching us and he didn't want them to see him passing me the cash. I pulled my dress off and climbed onto my bed in the nude and just waited to see what he wanted to do.

He stood naked at the side of the bed while I checked his cock, looking for any signs of abnormalities and I fluffed him to fully hard before I rolled his condom down his cock. He wasn't a monster of a man, his cock was only six inches long but it was bigger than that in circumference...I had a real job on my hands to stretch the condom wide enough to roll it down his cock.

He had a strange fucking style, he didn't want to kiss me or to play with my tits, his hands were either side of my shoulders and he had lifted his upper body so that he could look between us to see his cock entering my pussy and even saying that, his fucking style was unusual as well, he was pulling his cock out slowly until just the tip of his cock was still between my labia and then he rammed it all the way to his balls as fast as he could. There was no fluidity in his fucking and I was really glad that I'd told him that I wouldn't let him do anal sex with me, just because of the girth of his cock as well as the way that he was ramming his cock into me.

I was actually getting a little bored if I were honest and sex had never bored me before...no matter how good or bad the sex had been I'd had fun and really enjoyed what we were doing.

I was so bored that I said, "Where did you hear about me?"

He looked at my face for the first time since his cock entered my body, he gave me a smile and then I hooked my arm over his neck and pulled his face down to mine and kissed him. In his new position he started fucking me with a little more fluidity but the same amount of force.

I said, "How did you find out about me?"

He chuckled, "I was buying a new burglar alarm panel in the electrical wholesalers in Northampton and saw a hand written card on their notice board, your name, phone number and that you did recreational massage. I knew from the dialling code that you'd be in this area and that I'd be driving close on my way to change the broken burglar alarm panel for my customer."

He managed to get me to my orgasm in his new position and the fact that we were actually communicating rather than just fucking in silence while he watched his cock stabbing in and out of my pussy.

He pushed himself up again to look at his cock as he fucked me so I opened my legs as wide as I could and pulled my knees up, gripping behind my knees with my hands to give him the best view between my legs and that's when he sped up and finished his climax at twenty-eight minutes out of his half hour.

I pulled his condom off and threw it in the bin, handed him tissues to wipe his cock with and then pulled my dress back on and waited by the door for him to get dressed.

Once he was ready to leave, we kissed and he stopped in the doorway, "You're unusual for a whore, you seem to really love sex...you're the first whore that has had a genuine orgasm while I've been fucking her, the first whore to let me kiss her and the first whore to actually talk to me like a human being, rather than just a piece of meat in her cunt...you're going to be really popular amongst the local men."

I let him out of the back garden and then I turned the light to red again.

I walked up to the house, had a pee and picked up a book. By the time I was back at the shed, I had another customer. I did ten full fucks between ten o'clock in the morning and five o'clock in the evening. I turned the light off and went up to the house to cook dinner.

John was checking his mobile phone. The cameras had been feeding their signals into his tower PC, the computer broke the camera feed into three minute slots, and John was deleting all of the three minute sections that had no sex on them and was lacing the three minute sections of each fuck together to form continuous films.. When he was on his computer he would have had more control over the video he was making, he would be able to bring the various feeds from the three cameras on to the screen at the same time, he'd be able to fade in and out of the various camera shots.

I started cooking dinner, Robin was in Sarah's bedroom so he would be eating dinner with us again, Peter and Dawn were fucking in Peter's bedroom as well as I cooked.

John looked up at the living room ceiling, "I can't believe that just last week, we couldn't sit Peter and Dawn next to each other without them fighting...it used to drive Sarah mad that she always had to sit between them in the back seat of the car if I needed you in the front to navigate for me...and now, we can't prise them apart with a crowbar.

The phone rang before I'd finished cooking dinner and John answered the phone..."Hello...hello, anyone there? No one there!"

"Could have been a customer for me...having you answer the phone probably frightened him off."

The phone rang again so John handed the phone to me. It was a customer looking for half an hour of my time, I gave him directions to the back lane and then gave John detailed instructions on how to look after the food that was cooking, I had about forty minutes before dinner would need to be dished up so I should have been finished with my latest customer just before the food needed dishing up.

I opened my back gate and found two villagers waiting, the one that I was expecting and another that I wasn't. I told Geoff that I would be eating my dinner after dealing with Tom and to come back in ninety minutes time.

I knew Tom Middleton very well, he, like me, had lived in the village all of his life. We were the same age and had been through eleven years of school together. As I pulled my dress off and stood naked in front of Tom, he chuckled, "You've changed a lot since I used to peek at you in the changing rooms at the swimming pool.

Tom dropped his trousers and started wanking himself.

"I used to wear my trunks under my trousers to school on the days that we had swimming lessons...just so that I could be the first one in the pool. I used to swim over to the girl's side of the pool and look up under your changing room door, I used to masturbate as I watched you strip off."

"If all you want to do is look at me and wank, you can save yourself eighty pounds and I'll even help you to get off."

"Not bloody likely...I was gagging to fuck you when I was twelve years old but you were popular at school, I even peeked at you with John Clarke the day he took your virginity...you bled like a stuck pig...you were going crazy at him for making a mess in your knickers."

Tom tried to get in me without my wrapping his cock in latex but I managed to block him, when he was safely inside a condom he started fucking me like a stallion...the thought crossed my mind that it was a pity that Tom had only spied on me when I was twelve years old, he would have made an entertaining passage through my early teens until I met John Clarke and perhaps I wouldn't have bled so badly if I'd been broken in by a boy my own age when I was twelve, instead of a man more than ten years older than me when I was fourteen.

My reminiscence orgasm was shattered when Tom said, "Just wait until my dad hears that you're Christina's replacement, he'll blow all of his pension money on you...he really loves your big tits and fiery ginger hair."

Tom was another man who managed to time his orgasm to perfection before I kicked him out.

I took Tom's one hundred pounds and added to the one thousand, one hundred pounds I already had in my bedside drawer. I was really holding far too much cash in a wooden shed so I took it up to the house. John was surprised at so much money in just my second day...he hadn't had time to actually go through many of the videos of me fucking so he had no idea just how busy my day had been.

"I need to be able to take money through credit cards or debit cards! That way, I'll have less cash in my shed. If the local villains realise that I get paid over a thousand pounds a day, they'll come to me late at night, pay me for sex and then rob me!"

John looked doubtful, "Credit card companies have strict rules, they won't allow anyone to take card payments for sex."

"I'll register with the bank as a massage service...in fact, I'll register with the bank as several massage services, try to keep the earnings in each bank account to below the threshold to have to register for VAT, keep just under the tax man's radar."

After dinner I went back down the garden, I expected to service Geoff and one or two more customers but in the end, I was working all the way up to midnight...looking after men on their way home from the pub...so those men were a little more aggressive, made so by excess of alcohol.

On Tuesday, I took two thousand pounds in total and was exhausted, John was exhausted too, he'd been watching my antics in the shed and had wanked himself silly in the process.

I came to the conclusion that I needed to close up earlier, before the pub closed and the drunks came looking for love...well, sex, sex for money.

5,113 Words.

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