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Visiting a friend
by Isabella

Story Code: M/F, N/C, Hidden Camera, Prostitution, Inter-Racial, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

It had come out of the blue, an email from Sandra, well, via Sandra, the new address and telephone number of Dawn Pemberton. I had been at school with both Dawn and Sandra just ten years earlier but it seemed like a lifetime ago. I was an occasional friend of Sandra's but I hadn't seen Dawn since the last day of school. Sandra had had received an email from Mark Jones who had seemingly kept in touch with Dawn to the extent that when she updated her Facebook account with her new details, Mark had just automatically emailed the good news around all of his old school contacts with the title, "Good news boys, look who's back in town!"

I noted the details down in my little address book that I kept in my handbag for no other reason than I was a little anal that way. I hadn't planned to look Dawn up; I had though planned to arrange a date and time to go out for a drink with Sandra.

It was a hot midsummer's day; I had been to another in the long list of job interviews. Because it was hot and the forecast was for even hotter to come, I had dressed in a very lightweight summer dress, long; reaching down to just above my ankles and it reached up to my chin, well, almost to my chin, very conservative, just the impression that I wanted to purvey to the interviewer.

The office where the interview took place was situated in one of the worst areas in the city for crime so I was really happy when I got the impression that I wasn't what they were looking for. I walked to the bus stop, there were five rather large Afro-Caribbean men standing at the stop, waiting for the next bus. I didn't really know any Afro-Caribbean men, so my reluctance to stand near to them was purely racially motivated, that, and the way they were looking at me and discussing me as if they already had a date with me.

I noticed the name of the road at the side of the bus stop, Larch View, it rang a bell in my head, I took out my address book and flipped to Dawn's name, I was standing at the end of the road that she was living on now. I spotted a telephone box and went to ring to see if she might be in. The box was literally plastered with flyers, they had been placed there by street walkers offering their services, I checked Dawn's address again, I read her number in my head and picked up the phone to dial her number. One of those little coincidences that sometimes happen in life happened, as I was reading Dawn's number from my book, I realised that I was also reading it on the wall of the phone booth, scrawled in thick black marker pen was Dawn's phone number and the literal above it read, 'For a good time ring Miss D on!' and her number under the scrawled.

I don't know why but I didn't ring, I didn't want to in case the email I had received had an error with the number or perhaps I had transposed two digits, anything was possible. I walked along the street; I passed number fifty-two so Dawn's house should be next, number fifty-four. I had to walk past her front room window; there was no garden, the houses opened straight out onto the street. I was surprised to see that there were no net curtains at that window, just a table lamp on the sill inside with a red shade and in the room beyond, a bar stool in the middle of the room and on the floor against the back wall of the room there was a double mattress on the floor covered in a single sheet.

I knocked the door and Dawn came bounding through the room to answer the door, she opened the door with a broad smile on her face that changed to a look of disappointment.

"Have I caught you at a bad time?"

.Dawn relaxed and smiled again, "No, of course not, just never expected to see you round here that's all."

I was invited in and told to go through into the back room, as I passed her, she popped her head out into the street and looked in both directions, then she closed the door and slipped the security chain into place, before she followed me through to the back room, she closed her front room curtains, I must have looked a little surprised because she said, "I always close my curtains to tell the neighbours that I'm busy, if I didn't they'd be in and out looking for coffee all day long." She offered me a drink and I said I'd love a coffee.

"Can't seem to find any coffee or milk, tea or sugar, you fancy a beer?"

"Too early in the day for me sorry."

Dawn popped the ring-pull on one of the cans of beer and we began to chatter about what we had been doing since school. We hadn't gotten far into our little catch-up session when Dawn's phone rang. Dawn started chatting cheerily to the person on the other end of the line, then she changed to a more serious voice and then one filled with fear and apprehension. There seemed to be some issue to do with the fact that her curtains were closed and that I was there with her.

She looked over at me and half grimaced and half smiled, she hung up the call, "Fucking men, they get you up the duff and then they think they own you forever." Dawn was kind of pointing her iPhone in my direction, then she looked down at the screen intently as she used her thumbs to type in a text message. There was a loud 'ping pong' as the message was sent and at that moment there was a little cry and a gurgle from the corner of the room. I spotted a baby in a bassinet and picked him up, the thought ran through my mind that either Dawn had left the baby in the sun too long or his father wasn't exactly 'English!'

"No, don't, don't pick him......sorry! I was trying to tell you that Winston, my son, hasn't been very well recently and now. Well, don't look if you have a weak stomach!" The baby was taken from my arms and I looked down at the front of my pristine, white dress. I closed my eyes and repeated to myself, under my breath, "Please let it be chocolate pudding!" I looked over at Dawn, she was shaking her head, "Don't move, let me put him back down and I'll try and help you."

The smell suddenly hit me and I couldn't pretend that the baby had wiped his hands covered with chocolate pudding all over me, it was the worst case of diarrhoea I had ever seen in my life, not that I had seen much diarrhoea in my life. I was ushered through into what should have been the kitchen when the house was built but now, it was a very nice shower room with toilet and bidet as well as a washbasin. "Strip and take a shower, I'll try and find something suitable for you to wear home, I'll have your dress dry cleaned and return it to you. What are you, a size twelve?" I nodded my head, "That's far larger than I usually wear but I have a dress that was designed to fit loosely on top, that might fit you."

I stripped my dress off and looked in the wall of mirrors on one end of the shower room, brown staining on both my bra and my knickers, they would both have to be washed too, or, perhaps, I'll just throw them away. I was washed and had wrapped myself in a large white towel from a pile of towels about four feet high, Dawn walked into the shower room with a scrap of material that she claimed was definitely a dress, "I need a clean bra and knickers too if you have any!"

"I don't have anything that would fit over your giant melons; we weren't all blessed by the breast goddess like some! I might have some panties that will stretch to fit you, I'll go and check."

I finished drying myself and slipped Dawn's dress over my head, the top did, kind of fit, but it had been designed to be ruched over the breasts so that the material was doubled or even tripled up to hide what lay beneath, with the size of my bust, far more was on display than was descent. I looked down at the hemline of the dress, at least seven inches above the knee; it hardly covered anything of my lower body.

Dawn returned with her shoulder pressing her iPhone against her ear, she was talking to someone as she was tying a bow into the shoestring lace that counted as the sides of a pair of black, see through, G-string panties. She pulled the phone away from her mouth and said, "You'll probably have to tie the bows right at the end of the strings to fit but they'll see you home okay, and sorry about this but I have someone coming to see me in five minutes so I'll have to catch you later."

Dawn had dropped my dress, bra and panties into a large bucket of disinfectant and hot water and I found myself out on the street in double quick time, I walked past number fifty-two and then remembered that I was going to tell dawn just to throw my clothes away and not bother to get them cleaned, I'd never feel the same wearing them knowing what they had on them.

I turned back to tell dawn, got as far as the side of her window and noticed her curtains were open and she was sitting on the barstool in the middle of the room, she had pulled her top right down and her dress right up, her bra and her knickers were on display for anyone walking past her window, I also noticed that her table lamp was lit, a slight red glow in her darkened room.

I was momentarily frozen to the spot, could Dawn really be a prostitute? There was yet another large Afro-Caribbean man walking down the street and he saw me looking through Dawn's window and the fact that what I saw made me jump back, there may even have been a look of shock registering on my face but I can only guess at that. I looked the black man up and down, he was around six feet tall and of large construction although I wouldn't have called him fat. In his left hand he was carrying a large shopping bag, it looked very full but looked as if it weighed nothing at all.

As soon as I saw the man's lecherous look in my direction and the fact that he was definitely undressing me with his eyes, I turned and headed for the main road and the bus stop just around the corner. There were around twenty people waiting for the bus, the first five looked like the men that had been talking about me when I was at the stop earlier. I stood at the rear of the queue and suddenly the man following me allowed his shopping bag to crash into the backs of my legs, he apologised and I said, "That's okay," over my shoulder without looking back.

Just moments after I joined the bus queue a summer shower sprang up, I knew full well that the flimsy material of my borrowed dress would turn form opaque to transparent if it got wet so I was suddenly in a panic to get under the shelter, people behind me were also pushing forwards to try and garner some protection from the sudden downpour.

I suddenly found myself in a crush, pressing against the back of the man in front of me and the man behind pushing against my back. I have no idea how it happened but I managed to end up with the shopping bag from the man behind between my legs and as I looked down into it I was surprised to see that it wasn't actually full, an empty box had been placed inside the bag to hold the sides rigid and the only thing I could see in the bag looked like a large jar of coffee, I noticed the bag being pulled slowly back and as the leading edge disappeared from view under the hem of my dress the man behind began to laugh.

I looked over my shoulder and he was holding an iPhone in his hand, looking at the screen and laughing at whatever he saw on the screen. There was something very familiar about his phone, it seemed to be in a cover that was exactly the same as Dawn's iPhone's cover.

Fortunately the bus turned up just moments after the rain started, we all started to shuffle forwards, the five black men that had been waiting for almost an hour sauntered down the bus and took up five seats at the very back of the bus, three on the back row and one on each isle seat of the row in front of the back row. By the time it was my turn to get on the bus I could see that all of the seats were now taken and I would have to stand all the way into town.

As I was sorting out my change to pay the driver the black man with the shopping bag waved a pass in front of an electronic reader behind me and he walked past me along the bus. I didn't mind overly much though as it meant that I wouldn't be totally surrounded at the back of the bus by very frightening looking black men.

As I walked along the bus I saw the man with the shopping bag shake hands with the five men seated at the back, one even stood up, offering him his seat but it was refused, the man with the shopping bag wanted to stand, 'it's alright for him' I thought to myself, 'he can at least reach the hanging strap to hold himself up comfortably'.

By the time I reached the rear of the bus the man had his shopping bag between his feet, using his calves to hold it upright. I stopped short of his bag and turned to face the direction the bus would be travelling in. As more and more people ran to catch the bus the driver called back, "Please move right to the back of the bus, we need room for seventeen standing passengers."

I was pushed backwards and was forced to, once again, straddle the man's shopping bag and, once again, I watched as the bag was pulled back until the front edge just disappeared under the hem of my dress. The bus pulled away from the stop leaving at least ten people behind and pulled out into the stream of rush-hour traffic. The bus hardly got fifteen feet before it stopped behind the long queue of cars waiting at traffic lights.

Although the bus was moving very slowly, every movement was quite violent, throwing us all back and forth as it lurched forward a few inches at a time, I was suddenly aware of something rubbing across my buttocks; the man behind me was swaying from side to side every time I was pushed back into him. I realised that what I could feel, albeit through two very thin layers of my clothing and hopefully his trousers and underpants, was his erection.

As we approached the lights the bus suddenly rushed forwards six feet, trying to cross the lights before it was too late but it failed, causing the driver to jump on the brakes and almost dropping every standing passenger to the floor. I felt the man behind me bend his knees to steady himself and as I bounced back into him, he straightened his knees again, I felt his hand now against my bottom, not through my dress though, then I felt something else, hot and wet, he had taken his manhood out of his trousers and was holding it in his hand, pressing his cockhead against my left buttock.

The bus gave a jolt and a shiver and I did the same as his hand rubbed his cock from my left buttock towards my right, his cock hit the gossamer of material that Dawn had laughingly called panties and carried the left leg hole as far as it would go before stopping his cock right in the valley between the orbs of my buttocks. If I had been almost any other nationality than English, I would have turned and slapped the man's face but as it was, I didn't want to draw attention to what he was doing to me.

The bus was obviously going to be stationary for some time at the red lights and the man let go of the hanging strap and his other hand slipped under the back of my dress too. As his cock heads pressed into the crack off my arse his hands rubbed over each buttock and up to my hips, he felt around the side knots that held my knickers up, the strings had been far too short to tie in a double bow so it was the work of a mere second for both strings to be pulled and my panties slipped out from between my legs and disappeared out into his trouser pocket.

The bus driver was still waiting on the green light as I felt his right hand slip around my hip, over my lower abdomen and the flat of his hand rested on the forest of ginger hairs that covered my sex from the front. I felt his left hand take his cock once again and as I was pulled backwards onto the man's stomach, he pushed his cockhead down between my cheeks, passed my anal muscle and on to the velvet glove beyond.

The green light caused the bus to lurch forward, I was holding on to the hand straps with both hands to keep my footing, he was hanging on to me and as the bus swayed from side to side I felt my labia resting on top of his cockhead. He had to stand with his knees bent, so the five black men who knew him must have seen what he was doing, I looked over my shoulder and the man at my side was looking down at the hem of my dress, his black face illuminated by the crescent of gleaming white teeth as he grinned at what his friend was doing to me,

Before the bus stopped at the next set of traffic lights the head of his cock had forced my labia to part and even though his cock was the largest thing that had been between my legs in my life, as the bus jolted to a halt, his cock slid rapidly into my cunt and as he buried himself into me he stood up and left me hanging from his cock. I was struggling to get the tips of my toes to reach the floor but couldn't, then, for the rest of the journey into town, every movement of the bus caused me an extreme mixture of pain and pleasure.

I was very aware that the two men on either side of me knew exactly what was going on and they kept leaning forward to see even more of my lower naked body and they even began to explore under my dress with their hands, I even watched as the man to my left reached up so far that his black hand appeared above my cleavage as he fondled my breasts. I fought to control myself as I reached several climaxes from the cock in my cunt and the hands wandering all over my body, I knew that if I let myself go and had a full on climax, no one on the whole bus would have been left in any doubt as to what I was doing or rather what was being done to me.

It seemed to take hours for the bus to reach the station in the city centre and by that time I was dripping wet with sweat and the floor beneath my feet was actually wet from my juices that had run down between my thighs and onto the floor below. The bus gave a sudden shudder and a jerk as it bumped off of the road and through the sleeping policemen at the entrance to the bus station, that jolt coincided with a single thrust of his hips from the man behind me and I felt a jet of red hot semen fire into my belly, closely followed by several more shots as the people in front of me began to walk to the front of the bus.

I was lowered to the floor in time to follow close on the heels of the man in front of me and as I moved forward I felt a jet of semen fire between my thighs and as my dress slipped off of the guys cock another jet hit the back of my dress leaving a transparent slash across my buttocks.

I held my handbag behind me to cover the window that was opening across my buttocks as I rushed off of the bus. I didn't look back to see where the black men were or what they were doing but rushed for my bus out to my own, safe little village. As my bus left the station and the front wheels gave a little skip over the speed humps it reminded me of the man who had filled my pussy with his semen just a minute earlier and as the rear wheels bounced over the hump, a great globule of his semen slipped out of my cunt and flopped onto the seat beneath my bottom.

I looked back at the station, gathered in the corner were six black men and they all seemed to be looking at the iPhone of the guy that had just fucked me. I ran down my street from the bus, I wasn't as concerned about hiding my arse from my neighbours as I was about getting home before my husband and getting into the shower before he could see the state I was in.

I was careful to bury Dawn's dress deeply under the rest of the dirty clothes in the laundry basket before I stepped under the shower, I had intended to take a very quick shower as Johnny, my husband always took a shower as soon as he came home from work but the more I washed between my legs the more semen cascaded out of my cunt.

Johnny caught me under the hot water and undressed quickly, he must have thought it was his lucky day as he slipped in the shower cubicle behind me and began the well-practiced ritual of washing my back, then my stomach and breasts for me as he rubbed his growing cock against my bum, then he pushed my upper body against the wall as he rubbed his cock between my legs. I knew very well that Johnny was nothing like the size of the black man and no matter how hard he tried he couldn't even get his cockhead to reach my vaginal opening unless I was bending over and touching my toes.

If I wasn't in the mood for sex I would just allow Johnny to use the soft flesh at the tops of my thighs to get himself off but today, after another man had left his seed in my womb, even though Johnny may have felt something suspicious inside of my body, I eased myself around slightly so that I could touch my toes for him to cum in my cunt and he did, two or three thrusts later and Johnny delivered his usual teaspoon full of semen into my body.

Johnny watched as I irrigated his semen from my body, as I flushed warm water up into my hole and Johnny was surprised to see the great slabs of semen flopping to the floor of the shower tray. I left Johnny washing himself and, still naked, I collected all of the laundry from the basket along with Johnny's work clothes off of the floor of the bathroom and took them to the laundry room to start washing the whites as I cooked dinner.

After dinner, still naked, I leaned against Johnny on the sofa and slipped into a deep sleep, I slept all evening and Johnny had to wake me before going up to bed. I swapped the washed whites into the tumble dryer and started to wash the coloured laundry, I had to chuckle to myself at the expression coloured wash and I could only hope that the coloured I had allowed to fill my cunt earlier was as clean as my own coloureds would be by morning. If he had some dreadful disease I had already passed it on to Johnny.

Because I had slept all evening and I had just brought the worrying spectre of some dreadful sexually transmitted disease into my head, I found it hard to sleep once I was in bed and the light was out. I gave up at four o'clock and went down to the kitchen, I moved the coloureds into the tumble dryer and I ironed the whites from earlier. At six o'clock I switched Johnny's computer on and I opened my email account. There were several emails from the day before, the first one was from the company that that I had been for an interview with telling me that I had been unsuccessful, the next was from Sandra.

'Dear Vicky, I do hope that you don't mind but Mark Jones asked me for your email address and I gave it to him. I hope that was okay, love Sandra.'

I was a little surprised that Mark would ask for my email address out of the blue like that but I didn't really mind. The third email was from Dawn.

'Vicky, I'm so, so sorry, Dawn.'

Strange, I thought to myself, how the hell did Dawn know my email address? And why did she feel the need to apologise again for her son messing my clothes up? The fourth email was from an unknown sender, where his email address should have been was simply the name 'Winston' and the subject of the email was 'Loving on the bus' I was about to delete the email as spam but the subject sent a shiver through my body.

There was a simple message from Winston, 'Click here to see what the rest of the world will see tomorrow on 'Xhamster.com hidden camera section'. I'll be passing the link on to your husband in twenty-four hours if you don't show up at this address before then!'

I didn't want to click on the link but I couldn't stop myself, one of those 'Rabbit staring into a car's headlights' moments. The video started with a very odd view on the world, the camera seemed to be swinging freely and seemed to move from what looked like the underside of the gutters of houses to the heads of lamp posts, then there was a blur of white and the back of a head out of focus.

I was about to turn the video off as some kind of joke, then the blur of white again but this time it remained in view until the camera refocused and then there was a jolt, the white blur was definitely the hem of a dress and after the jolt there was the image of a close-up shot of a bottom with a triangle of flimsy material, very see through and overly small for the bottom in focus. As I remembered Dawn tying the bow in one side string of the black G-string she gave me to wear home, the knickers on the screen looked more grey than black but then they were stretched rather tightly over the bum. I didn't have the knickers anymore to check for myself as they were removed on the bus and I never saw them again.

There was another blur and shaking of the camera and suddenly, when the camera refocused once again, I saw my own face looking down at the camera, now there was no doubting that it was me that was being filmed from the hidden camera. The camera slowly pulled back under the front hem of my dress and the picture was showing the undersides of my breasts as well as my ginger fanny encased in the overly stretched spider's web material of the G-string.

I watched everything happening and as I watched I relived the actual event, feeling the heat of the black cock as the guy rubbed himself across my bottom, his cockhead catching in the side of the G-string and stopping with a jolt when the material reached the end of its elastic capability. I shivered as I watched the black hand roaming over my lower body and as I shivered in real life I watched myself on the screen shiver as well.

I got a huge surprise as I watched my knickers being removed, it wasn't the guy standing behind me untying the bows holding the panties up but the men sitting on either side of me and the camera caught the man on my left winning the tug of war and slipping my knickers into his jacket pocket.

From the little that I had looked at my body I had assumed that my labia major and labia minor were both as white as the rest of my skin but as I stood there, the camera's focussing directly on my open vagina I saw for the first time in my life that as the man behind me rubbed his cock ever closer to my vagina my labia began to turn pink and as my body readied itself for sex, it flashed occasionally bright red. I even noticed that just before his cock made contact with the opening to my body, my own lubricant began to dribble and drip, dribbling down the insides of my thighs and dripping down onto the camera's lens.

Anyone seeing this film would have no inkling that I was an unwilling victim, from all outward signs and signals, I was a willing, no, very willing participant in the act. At that moment the living room door opened and Johnny stepped in, I had to kill the link through to xhamster and the screen returned to my emails, I quickly flipped to my in box and started to feel uneasy because I hadn't written the address down in my address book, the address that Winston had instructed me to turn up at during the day. I'd have to put Johnny off a little or he would take his computer to work with him and I'd lose my chance to stop Winston telling Johnny the address of the video.

"Couldn't you sleep?"

"I slept too much after dinner so I got up early."

"Anything interesting in your emails?"

"Nothing, just a rejection from Baker Construction Products, where I went for my interview yesterday."

"Baker Construction! Aren't they on the road to Luton, they make those huge concrete tubes for sewers don't they?"

"Yes, but I was going for an office job, not out making tubes."

"Well, I'm glad you didn't get that job, since the police closed the red light district down in town, all the prostitutes moved out to the estate at the side of their factory, I heard yesterday that some of the guys at my place stop off there on their way into work, they get an 'Early Bird' special, full sex for just ten pounds because the pimps are so desperate to get their trade back."

"I need to reply to this email, thank them for taking the time to interview me, why don't you put the kettle on and I'll be in to make your breakfast in a moment or two."

As soon as Johnny left the room I opened the email from Winston again and quickly jotted his address down in my address book. I fought my natural reaction to panic as I cooked Johnny's breakfast and I was on edge all the time that he was eating, he noticed that something was wrong and asked me if I was alright, "Just thinking about that stupid job, it was just filing and photocopying and I still couldn't get it, what hope is there for me?"

Johnny weighed up his options well before answering my question, "I think you should go in to the employment agency and see if they have any jobs where you can use your looks and personality, promotional work, sales, front of house kind of job where you can play dressing up every day, you'd be great at that kind of work."

Hopefully Johnny was telling me that I was pretty rather than too thick to get even the lowliest job in an office. Johnny left the house at his usual time; I followed soon after, well, as soon as I could. Johnny had given me an idea, I spent a little time doing my face and my hair, I sorted out my best outfit, not the shortest or the one that showed off the most cleavage but the most expensive and it looked it. I took the bus into town and got a lot of strange looks from the old ladies that seemed to populate the busses that ran into town after the rush hour.

We had one employment agency in town that specialised in placing people in the exhibition circuit, I walked in off the street as I would with any other agency and was asked who had recommended me, all I could say was that I had called in on the off-chance of some work, the woman definitely looked down her nose at that response. I was asked for my age and when I told her that I was twenty-eight years old she struggled to hide her laughter.

We went through the rigmarole of filling in an application form but I knew that it was just for show, if she had told me that I was almost double the age that they were looking for, I could have taken them to court for age discrimination, as it was, we both wasted an hour of our time, she did say that if anything suitable came up that she would call me but I knew that I'd never hear from her again.

I was about to return home, I was even standing at the platform for my bus when I remembered the message, the threat from Winston, I opened my address book, neatly written in the W's was Winston, 10 Plovers Drive. I had no idea where that road was but the estate that Dawn lived on had all birds names in their titles, so it made sense that Plover would be close to her and Winston had been in that area so I should pop over and see Dawn, she if she knew the street.

The bus seemed to whizz to Larch View in just a few minutes compared to the hours that it seemed to take the day before to get home from there. I walked straight to Dawn's house but stopped short of the front door, her curtains were closed and the red lamp on the windowsill was on, I was about to return to the bus when I noticed a chink in her curtains, I closed in on the window and peeped through the little gap.

Dawn was on the mattress on the floor on her back with her knees raised against the hips of a rather large black man, her feet crossed over his buttocks and she was 'encouraging' him to go faster or harder by digging her heels into his buttocks. I surprised and shocked myself, I should have stepped away as soon as I realised that the couple were having sex in the front room, everything that I knew about myself said that I would respect their privacy but I found myself watching the act to the bitter end.

The man pushed himself up onto his knees and as his cock flopped out of her bare cunt I had to catch a laugh forming in my throat as his softening, black cock, was sheathed in a pink condom. I watched Dawn pull the condom off and tie the opening and throw the condom into a bin by the foot of the mattress. I watched the man hand over ten pounds and begin to get dressed, suddenly guilt and panic set in, I ran across the road and a few yards towards the main road and hid around the corner almost opposite Dawn's house. I looked above my head and saw 'Plove' on a broken street sign; it didn't take a major leap to work out that the road was the one I was looking for.

So, a few questions came into my head, if this was where Winston lived, why did he walk from the direction he had the day before? And was it a coincidence that he had been out there with his camera hidden in the shopping bag or was it planned?

I walked up to number ten but chickened out before I knocked on the door, I repeated the walk seven or eight times but never got round to knocking, suddenly the door opened and, I assumed, Winston stood there wearing white linen trousers and a black silk shirt. He stood barefoot looking down at me, "I thought I'd better open the door before you started to draw attention to yourself and my house." Winston looked up and I followed his eye line, there were two cameras mounted discretely under the soffit boards.

I followed Winston through the door, I didn't recognise him from the day before but then, he wasn't dressed in quite such luxurious clothes yesterday. The house was slightly different to Dawn's, the front door opened into a passage way instead of directly into the front room. I could hear the sound of sex coming from the front room and Winston knocked on the door as he passed, "Come on, you've had long enough for an early bird special!"

The door was open to the back room and that also had a mattress on the floor against the back wall, the stairs went up between the two rooms and I could see a kitchen at the far end of the passageway. Winston stopped me by the stairs, I thought that he was about to take me up but he turned his back on the stairs and tapped the back of a narrow bookcase. The bookcase swung open, a young girl wearing a kimono stood on the other side of the opening that went through to number eight. "You've finished your break, get on the step and start earning your keep!" The girl stepped through the opening and went to the front door, she opened it and sat on the doorstep.

Winston's house looked like a palace, all the very best in decoration and fitments. The furniture was all of exhibition quality; the whole place was in stark contrast to the rest of the houses in the area. There was a big-screen TV on the wall and the screen was split over the two camera's looking out into the street. The girl was standing talking to a man and Winston turned the sound on, she was doing a kind of dance, trying to tell the man what he would get for his money without actually saying the word 'sex' or a price. The man asked if he was in time for the early bird special and the girl stood up without saying a word and walked into the house, the man naturally followed her and Winston checked up and down the street to make sure no one was paying his house too much attention.

When he turned to me it was almost an absentminded thing, he was still looking at the TV screen as he began to undress me. He never once tried to kiss me or even look into my eyes, he just stripped me naked before he started to undress himself.

I actually gasped when his erect cock sprang into view; I hadn't actually seen his full cock on the video or in real life, ten inches long at least and so fat that I couldn't close my hand around it and have the tip of my middle finger touch the tip of my thumb. Not that Winston had asked me to take his cock in my hand; I did that off my own back while he was stepping out of his trousers.

I was fucked over the arm of his sofa and the feeling of fullness from him fucking me face to face was like nothing I had ever felt in my life before, the fact that I was almost upside down and he had placed my heels on his shoulders with my ankles against his ears. Just three thrusts had me exploding into the most powerful orgasm of my life and he increased the power, the speed and the force of his fucking over the next hour.

I was delirious from the heat of battle between cock and womb and when he suddenly stopped fucking me because something had appeared on the TV screen I was begging him not to stop before he had cum in me. He pulled his cock out of me slowly and dropped my feet, grabbing my wrists and pulling me upright.

I looked at what had caught Winston's attention; a man was standing in the street looking up at the camera. "He's a regular..." Winston handed me his silk shirt, "...put that on, don't bother to button it up and take it off before you fuck him, use a condom, take him up to the front bedroom upstairs next door, the box of condoms are by the head of the mattress, you roll it on for him, after he pays you ten pounds. If you do a good job with him, I'll finish you off after he's gone."

Winston pushed me through the fake door between eight and ten and closed it behind me. I was so frightened as I walked down the passageway towards the front door, I was shaking like a leaf and thought I was going to pass out because I couldn't breathe.

I reluctantly opened the door, trying to keep as much of my body hidden as possible from the man and the street beyond. I didn't say a word, just opened the door and walked off, heading up the stairs towards the front bedroom. I didn't look back until the bedroom door was open and I had stepped through it. The curtains were open and I really didn't want to see him or be seen by him too much. I closed the curtains and looked into the street, a delivery van was parked at the end of the street, I knew the company the man worked for well, it was the same company that my husband managed the local depot for.

I had wondered how Johnny had known about the cheap rate the prostitutes were using until they built up their customer base again and as I turned back to the room, I guess I could see who had told him. "You're new here, been tricking long?" I just shook my head, he looked at his watch, "I know it's a bit late but Winston usually cuts me a little slack as I'm a regular!"

He already had ten pounds in his hand; I just took it, found the industrial sized box of condoms and pulled one foil wrapper out of the box. He didn't want to undress, just took his cock out of his zipper and lay there while I rolled the condom down over his cock. 'Nothing to write home about, his cock is just about the same size as my husband's,' popped into my head. I slipped Winston's shirt off and got on my back on the mattress, he rolled over on top of me and I remembered how Dawn had looked as she fucked her customer earlier and I did the same.

"Fucking hell, that was too fast. I've never had a girl like you before, you look fantastic, more like someone's wife than a working girl and thanks for letting me kiss you, most girls freak out if I try to kiss them. I'll definitely ask for you again." I waited for him to push himself up onto his knees and again, remembering what I had seen Dawn do, I pulled the condom off of his cock and tied the opening into a knot and aimed the full skin at the rubbish bin. It was only as the man was zipping his trousers that I had a pang of guilt that I had just let one of my husband's employees fuck me while wearing his company's uniform.

"I wish I had time to go again but my boss is waiting out in the van, I'm counting this as my lunch break, he'll piss himself laughing at how quick I was, he'll say it takes me longer to deliver a letter." He walked off down the stairs laughing at the speed that he had just spent ten pounds and the fact that his boss was waiting, eating his lunch out in the van.

I looked through the curtains; it was possible that my first ever early bird special had worked for a nearby office and not my husband's depot at all. I didn't need to see the man sitting in the front passenger seat in the van, his lunch box was on the top of the dashboard, not many managers would go to work with a 'Buzz Light year' lunchbox.

"I followed the guy down the stairs, he had left the front door ajar so I followed and closed the door just as he drove past, Johnny looked over but I dodged my head behind the door so all he caught was a glimpse of my naked body covered mainly in the black silk of Winston's shirt.

The book case was already open when I returned and Winston was standing there naked, smiling at me. "You did great for your first time, even looking after the door when your trick left." Winston held his hand out for me, I took it in my hand, he shook my hand off, "The money!" "God, I forgot, I left it in the bedroom." "Never do that, the other girls will rob you blind if you let them, now come with me and let me fuck you while we watch you turn your first trick."

I was starring in a very poorly made sex video taken from a hidden camera in one corner of the room, the poor quality was my fault because I had closed the curtains, cutting off the light that the camera needed to make a good quality film. Winston fucked me as we both watched the customer fucking me, fortunately Winston did a thousand times better job of fucking me than Johnny's employee did and by the time I was ready to get dressed I was a well satisfied woman.

Johnny came home in a state of great excitement, I was bowled over in the living room as I went to greet him, he didn't undress me, he didn't undress himself, he just pulled his cock through his fly and my panties to one side and fucked me, after he finished he apologised for the way he did me, then he explained the whole day to me, including waiting outside a brothel while his driver took his lunch break inside the brothel.

"And what were you doing out on the round with him?"

"I saw he had a delivery to make at Baker Construction Products, so I went out with him to see if what he said he got up too on the estate was true or all bull shit."

"And, what did happen on the estate?"

"He fucked a goddess, he must be good too because she followed him to the door naked to wave him goodbye. He reckoned that it only cost him a tenner too, I think he was lying about that though, no way a goddess like her would let Frank do her for just a tenner. He offered to get me a turn at her for a tenner too if I wanted it."

Johnny laughed out loud as he said that last part, "did you see her, the prossy I mean, did you see her naked or did Frank tell you that she was naked?"

"Oh, I saw her alright, she had a fantastic body! Oh, oh not a patch on you though, you are a definite ten, she was only a nine and a half."

"You know that the woman was probably someone's daughter, someone's sister, maybe even someone's wife!"

"Yes, probably, but being someone's wife wouldn't be a problem if the husband knew about it, if he agreed with her doing it, I think he'd probably get a kick out of knowing other men wanted her!"

"If I couldn't get a job anywhere, would you get a kick out of me doing something like that for money?"

Johnny didn't have to answer me, he just grew an extra inch, an inch longer than he had ever been before when we had sex and he had never managed to do me twice in an hour before, not even when we first started having sex.

As Johnny grunted through his second climax in just thirty minutes I said, "Perhaps you should take me to that brothel and see if the pimp is looking to recruit any new women for his house!"

"You'd probably have to pass an interview; perhaps even give the pimp a freebie to see if you're good enough!"

"I'd only do the practical test if you were there to watch over me!" I felt Johnny's cock jump, he should have been growing flaccid but suddenly he was rampant again.

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