WARNING
Some readers will find the subject matter of this story offensive and perhaps not to their taste….it deals with prostitution in the extreme, and has very dark moments, please don’t write to me and complain….you have been warned
Hi all, first off, I suggest if you haven’t read the first chapters yet, then you do so before continuing to read this episode, otherwise, it will all be irrelevant.
This was supposed to be the final chapter in the life of Diane Shipton, but it has just grow’d and grow’d, so I’ve added another chapter, maybe the next time.
Previously on Diane Shipton
Once Charley had found a couple of taxis, he got in the rear passenger seat, and I was bundled in after him, with my very new friend, so that I was wedged between the two of them, a third crew member took the front passenger seat, leaving the others for fight for the other taxi.
The driver was instructed to drive to gate 17.
I lay my head back against the seat, and closed my eyes, but the taxi began to spin. It was then that I felt his hand up my skirt, a rough bristly chin rub my cheek, a mouth and lips pressing against my lips, the hand pushed between my legs and a finger was thrust inside me....oh god the party had begun......
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Greg Bannerman was pleased with himself, a self satisfied smile on this face. “This was gona be a real great evening, what a way to spend a Friday night, booze and sex, sex this gorgeous piece of pussy next to him...god he was gona ride her like there was no tomorrow” a little chuckle at the thought of all his ship mates fucking her as well, he was a real porn kind of guy, nothing was better than watching some guy getting it off with a chick, ramming his cock inside her, hearing her moan and groan, well nothing better that is apart from fucking her first himself.
As he and his shipmates stood at the bar of the Wheat Sheaf, drinking and wondering where all the gash was, suddenly the door opened and in walked three pieces of gash. He liked referring to pussy as “Gash” It was the blond one that caught his eye, god she was gorgeous, perfect....if he didn’t know she was a whore, he would say she was a goddess, young, slim, long legs. He liked long legs and an nice ass, she had both....and good looking, he liked the way she tossed her hair back, and that smile was like the sun coming out form behind the clouds on a rainy day. Not often did his heart strings tug, but this young woman did all that.
Greg was a seaman through and through, he could never ever contemplate being anything else. He’d run away to sea when he was 16 as a cabin boy, to escape an abusive father who continued to beat both him and his mother, something he later rectified when he got older. Now matured and hardened, and accompanied by a couple of just as hard shipmates, he revisited the father, and persuaded him to leave and get out of the area if he wanted to avoid another beating they had just delivered him....he saw the light and was never seen or heard of again, now his mother was everything to him, and most of what he earned sailing the high seas was sent home as his allotment to mum...he never married, why should he, he had as much “Gash” as he wanted, whenever he wanted....he was now 52.
That vision of loveliness had just walked
through the doors of the “Wheat Sheaf” There may have been three women, but his
eyes were focused on only one....the goddess. He watched them make for the bar,
the crowd of guys, just parted, like the waters of the
That was the problem; they all wanted a
piece of that ass, and the
“What was that Greg” one of his shipmates asked.
“Eh...oh nothing, just thinking out loud” his reply.
Well he thought, if she goes out the back, she definitely does tricks...and she has to return sooner or later, he had to strike and strike fast then, before anyone else did.
“Hey listen” he said, gathering some of his shipmates close so that they could hear his plan.
“That blond gash that just went out the back with those two guys” he said
“What that gorgeous blond you mean” said Simon beaming a smile.
They all laughed, Simon was the youngest.
“So she hadn’t gone unnoticed then” said Adam
“There would have to be something wrong with you if you hadn’t....I think she has the attention of every guy in this bar” another retorted.
“Yeah well that’s just it...what we have to do is get her over here, get her to join our group” said Greg.
“Eh...why?” another voice.
“So we can take her back to the ship and have game of tidily winks of course”
“Eh?”
“To fuck her you stupid idiot, why else...god give me strength” said Greg
It suddenly dawned on them what Gregg’s plan was.
“You think you can swing it?”
“Of course I can swing it...she’s three sheets to the wind gone already...if I can’t persuade her to come to our party on board ship, my names not Greg Bannerman”
“What party...we aren’t having a party” said another.
Greg rolled his eyes, why did he sometimes bother.
“We are now you silly cunt...I just organised it....you do want to fuck her don’t you, feel your dick inside the lovely gash of hers”
The thought of fucking her, had them all fired up and enthusiastic.
“This is what we are gona do, when she comes back through that door, we have you Simon and you Adam get between her and the crowd, steer her back here to the bar and us, then leave the rest to me”
Yes it had worked out so well, and now she was here in the back seat of a taxi, the feel of her warm body pressing next to his, it was too much for him, he had to sample some of it now, as he slid his arm over her shoulder, pulled her close, and pressing his mouth to her mouth, the feel of warm soft tender lips and her mouth opening to receive his tongue. It was when he slipped his hand up her skirt that his cock stood to attention, hard and erect.
Her skin was so smooth, like fine silk, and so warm as he touched her thigh, but the clincher was when he slid his finger into that gash of hers, god it was just so heavenly, warm and wet, how he didn’t cum in his pants was a miracle. What made things a little worse, and harder, was when she placed her hand behind his neck and drew his mouth hard against her own, her kiss hungry and passionate. Right then when he thought his dick just could not get any harder, or bigger, he felt her hand brushing over his crotch, before undoing his fly, her long fingers wrapping around the warm pulsating shaft and withdrawing it before she started to work it. Her grip was tight and the stroke just right.
“Ohhhh god” he gasped, amazed that this young whore could make him feel the way he felt right then.
Continuing to press his mouth and lips against hers, the kiss more wild and passionate, he thought.
“This girl wants it....she’s hot for it....could I possibly fuck her here in the taxi” the answer that came back was yes... to hell who was there watching, he was hot for it and it was obvious she was hot for it as well. Throwing caution to the wild, he pushed her back toward his shipmate, her head landing of his lap, which in turn set off a chain reaction. His shipmate himself was beginning to get a hard on.
Greg was already on top of her, placing himself between her legs and holding them apart. She struggled and tried freeing herself, trying to tell him something, well she could thank her later, right now he had other more urgent things to do.
Feeling the hard head enter her was heaven, but when the whole shaft followed after, that was ecstasy....god he just loved a nice bit of gash, and this was one of the best he’d ever had, and god knows he’d had quite a few. It was warm and very, very wet. It didn’t’ feel like he was thrusting into her, but rather felt like he was being drawn or sucked into her. He just loved to hear the squelching sound it made as he humped up and down.
Oh yes he was really going to enjoy fucking this one....and the bonus was to get to watch his shipmates take turns fucking her as well.
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The man who had engaged me to join the party he had organised, I learned was called Greg....Greg Bannerman. Right at this moment his mouth and lips were pressed hard to mine kissing me in a very passionate manner, his hand was up my skirt, and his finger inside my very wet pussy. My own response to this was what I saw as a natural response; given my experiences in the brothel over the last few months....I mean this is how we did it. I knew by now that he would have an erection, and I thought he would enjoy having me place my hand on his crotch, rub it, and then undo his fly, remove the hard throbbing member and give it a jerk. The response I got was more than I had bargained for, suddenly I was being pushed backwards, my head on the lap of the guy next to me. Greg seemed very excited and was pushing my legs apart and preparing to put that hard erection inside me. Even in this half drunken stupor, I realised what was about to happen, not that I minded, after all that was what I was being contracted to do....but no condom....oh god no.
“No...No....oh....no you need to......” I was trying to tell him about using a condom but my protest was cut short when he pressed his lips against my lips.
“Mmmmm.......” still trying to push him away and shout out my protest. It was all to no avail. I felt the hard head first, followed by the hard shaft, his ass humping up and down...the sound of slurping. “Ohhhh god...no....no....no” I thought to myself, and the results of he last time a guy released his sperm inside me. His motion was slow and deliberate. He gave one big thrust, pause, another big deep thrust, pause, followed by another, then another then another. There was a whole chain reaction to all this, my head on the other guys lap, caused him to get an erection, this was a golden opportunity for him, undoing his own fly, he took out one big hard cock, twisted my head around, then pushed his cock between my lips and into my mouth. Greg of course saw this as rather humorous and laughed, approvingly.
“Well done Tommy boy, well done”
So his name was Tommy, although I doubted I would recognise him again, I wasn’t exactly looking at his face....I just knew they called him Tommy.
The guy turned his head in our direction, looked and smiled, then turned toward the taxi driver, who had a large grin on his face....and winked.
Our arrival at gate 17 brought the action to a halt. Greg quickly withdrew and was hastily buttoning up his fly, as was Tommy...all this could wait until later.
I was being assisted out of the taxi, and thankfully being supported by Greg....my legs felt weak and I was sure I would have tumbled back inside the taxi without his help.
“Pay the man Sammy” said Greg addressing the front seat passenger...Sammy eh, so, so far I had Greg, Tommy and Sammy.
No sooner had our taxi pulled away, when it was replaced by another, then another and close behind that another.
Ships crew were returning on mass, and soon the quayside had a crowd of them, along with crates of beer and bottles of spirits for the “Party”, the only thing was I couldn’t see any other women....was I to be the only one?
We looked like a line of ants, as we made our way up the gang plank, Tommy and Sammy first, me next and Greg assisting by grabbing and holding on to my ass. Reaching the top, Tommy’s arms reached up, he grabbed me around the waist, and swung me down on to the deck....oh shit, that made me feel giddy and nauseous.
The army of ants moved on to the accompaniment of the clanking of beer bottles in their crate, and the chatter and lewd laughter. Up another flight of stairs, onward to the accommodation, then into the alleyway, left turn....now I was starting to loose my bearings, as we walked and the alleyway filled with men behind me, the chatter seemed louder, the bottles still clanked and jingled. In the end I gave up trying to fathom out or try to remember which way we had come, then Tommy and Sammy stopped...this must be Greg’s cabin I assumed....I was right when he placed me against the wall for support, unlocked and opened his cabin door...ushering and helping me inside, saying
“There you are darling, a nice soft bunk for you to lay down on....rest up for a while”
I didn’t see the wink he gave the others but I heard the laughter....so what was so funny?
Relieving me of my shoulder bag he hung it on a hook close to the bunk.
Greg was right the bunk did feel soft and comfortable to rest upon, but if only the cabin would keep still, stop rotating, all would be well.
“Get those drinks going Sammy boy, let the party begin” said Greg. I had my eyes closed, hoping it would help to stop the motion of the cabin. I was quite unaware of Greg undoing his belt, unbuttoning his fly, then stepping out of his trousers, standing next to the bunk naked from the waist down, only wearing a shirt, and from beneath the shirt tails protruded an erection....he was unashamed or unabashed at displaying it, after all why should he, he every reason to brag about it, few could better it.
“Now guys, shush, quiet....hey QUIET” he eventually shouted, asking for their attention...it certainly got mine, and that’s when I saw that he was half dressed, from the bunk I could only see his naked ass, as he was now addressing the group. Slowly the noise and chatter drifted into silence
“Now that I have your attention guys, this little lady here” turning and pointing at me, there was laughter and sniggers at the term “Lady” “Well she has to work for a living and she has kindly volunteered to entertain us tonight” a shout of approval from the group “So we all need to do our bit....you want to participate”
“You mean fuck her Greg don’t you?” some one said, more laughter.
“Yeah, yeah alright fuck her...so if anyone wants to FUCK her” emphasising the word fuck. “They have to pay....no pay....no FUCK...that’s the rules, just put your money in her purse, here, hanging on the hook....let’s call it an entrance fee” more laughs and sniggers at his little joke.
Having set the rules, he turned to concentrate his attentions to me once again. He smiled, picked up a bottle of beer, and took four big gulps.
“Here love I think you need some refreshment” he said, holding the bottle out for me.
“Oh no, no, I don’t.....” but no was not the right answer, he took hold of my shoulders, hauling me into a sit up position, the bottle pressed between my lips, and tilted upwards, I drank three big mouthfuls before I could take no more, spluttering the fourth one out. He just laughed as I sprayed the last mouthful all over him, and then letting me fall back against the soft pillow. Oh if only I could just close my eyes and sleep, but sleep was not on his mind, or any of the groups mind right then....but something else was.
The bunk creaked and groaned, as he hoisted
himself up. For a brief moment my mind was registering, as he placed himself
between my legs, pushing my skirt well up around my waist....his finger was
pushed inside me, working back and forth, wriggling like some worm.
A shout went up from all the others as I moaned “Ohhhh god” Greg knelt between my legs; bending and plying them into the position he wanted...knees bent, and legs pushed wide apart. The group pushed forward or craned their necks to get a better view, the sight of my now wet slit almost too much for some, as they all groaned simultaneously.
“Ohhhh fuck...look at that!”
Greg now satisfied with my positioning, took hold of his hard cock with one hand, his other on my knee, and then he guided it between my thighs, a brief feel of the warm hard flesh on my skin....then the head was in, quickly followed by the whole shaft. It seemed to glide in smoothly and effortlessly. I saw no reason to demand he stop and put on a condom, I doubted he would have taken any notice, I’d allowed myself to get into this position....now I lived with the consequences whatever they may be....pregnant or perhaps a disease of some description....condoms had more than one use...and sailors were notorious for visiting far away brothels
He covered my body with his, his mouth and lips kissing and biting my neck, his next step was to roughly spread my legs apart, the head felt hard as it entered, and now fully in, his ass began to rise and fall....rise and fall....setting up a steady fucking motion.
The group just loved this, which was apparent by the sound of cheering and shouting, plus the urging to “Give it to her.”
“Fuck her good and hard” they were shouting, goading him on.
His motion was fast and hard, as he responded to the goading. The bunk groaned, creaked and bounced.
“Huh....huh...huh...” his hot breath coming in short bursts.
“Yeah...yeah go on Greg, that’s the way....let her have it” coming from one guy.
“Yeah both barrels Greg” from another.
Faster and faster he went...like taking the crop to a race horse.
The short hot breaths were getting quicker, more urgent.
“Huh, huh, huh”
“I’m gona cum....I’m gona cum” he shouted for the benefit off all, the cheering and goading even more intense.
“Go...go....go....go....” they chanted
“I’m...I’m....cummiiinnnngggg” he eventually shouted.
“Awwwwwwwww fuck....fuck....fuck” his last words, as he thrust up for the last time.
I didn’t need to be told he was cumming, he had a good pressure and I could feel the warm milky like fluid, as he ejaculated inside me.
For a brief moment his body stiffened as the orgasm hit and travelled through him...it was electrifying...what fucking a woman was all about....getting that feeling, and he certainly had got that feeling.
There was an air of expectancy throughout the cabin, one by one, sailors were hastily removing trousers. Having watched Greg, they too wanted a piece of my ass...and were prepared to pay the price, each jockeying for position.
Someone’s hands were on my shoulders hauling back to the sit up position, a bottle thrust to my lips and tilted. I took two big mouthfuls and swallowed, but this time the third mouthful I spit out....the liquid burned at my throat...it was whiskey....hard liquor. They all just laughed, and then fingers were undoing the buttons on my blouse, I was being helped out of it, removing it; this was quickly followed by my bra being unclasped and removed. There was another groan of approval at the sight of two good size breasts. Some ones hand now cupping it, bouncing it up and down saying “Awww get a look and a feel of these beauts”
Those nearest pushed forward, hands reaching out and grabbing handful’s of naked warm flesh.
I was allowed to sink back against comfort of the soft pillow, my head hurting and everything swaying, but this was not the end, rather it was just the beginning. The cot creaked and groaned as another guy hoisted himself up, my legs had remained spread apart, it was oh so easy for him to lie on top of me, cradled between my legs, I winced a little as once again I felt the hardness of his erection sliding onside me.
I just lay there, full length on the cot, my legs set to permanent open, as one by one they took it in turns, sometimes I would feel their warm milky cum as they ejaculated, others I did not, but I knew that each and everyone of them had deposited a little something. I hoped and prayed that it did not turn out to be “A little something to remember me by”
From time to time I would be hauled up into a sitting position, a bottle of something pressed to my lips; I would take two or three gulps, and then be allowed to lie back down. The more I drank, the more intoxicated I became, and this I suspect was the expectation of the sailors. Drinking was all part of the sailors culture....it’s what they did...some well, others and me included not so well. Now the cabin was really swaying, and my stomach churned even more, I fought to keep the contents of my stomach down. From now on I’m a little unsure of what was and what did happen....more of the same...it would be silly to think otherwise....or naïve, or both.
I do remember being turned over on to my stomach, my legs being placed to open wide, someone’s hard erection being fed inside me, the cot and mattress, along with myself bouncing up and down, and the slap, slap, slap as he continuously thrust and fucked, then I must have succumbed to the liquor, and sank into oblivion.
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Slowly, very slowly I emerged from the dark depths, gone was the noise of men shouting and laughing. I blinked my eyes and could see a head on the pillow beside me. The eyes were closed...he was out for the count....the drink also finally taking its toll on him, his mouth was open and he was snoring in what seemed a contented bliss. His arm was still draped around my waist; perhaps this was the last guy who had fucked me. Pushing my hand between my thighs I could feel the wetness of accumulated cum....my pussy still oozing the dregs of the final deposits.
There was a potpourri of odours permeating the air, body odour, nicotine, male semen...it all smelled oh so foul. I tried to push up and survey the battle scene....because it was a battle scene, but as soon as I did, my head throbbed and I felt sick, so I lay back down....my head still spinning. I waited and let my focus return, as I lay there staring at the ceiling all I could hear was the grunts, snorts and snoring from the comatose bodies that lay spread out on the floor. When my head stopped spinning, and my focus seemingly having returned, again I pushed myself up right, slowly this time...I rested my back against the wall....although I think they refer to them as the “bulkhead” in the navy.
Slowly I swung my gaze around the cabin....well the cabin floor, as there was no one left standing, the ones who had stayed were all out cold, as if they were mechanical men who had run out of steam and just dropped where they were. There was one thing they all had in common...they were all naked, or part naked, shirt and no pants, or a sock only, or totally naked. It was a pretty sure bet that all of them had been inside me, and the cum now oozing from myself....well they all must have been contributors to it.
I eased over my unknown bed partner, and lowered myself to the floor....oh god what a mess....somewhere amongst all that was my own clothing....but where to start. I spotted my bra, it was draped around the neck of a guy who was out cold, his back propped against the wall, his head sunk into his chest, snoring and grunting and his hand still clutching and empty beer bottle.
Closing my eyes and rubbing my temples in an effort to relieve the pain and throbbing head I continued my search amongst the rubble. My skirt was sticking out, lodged under a comatose body. I tugged at it eventually retrieving it. I was slowly putting my clothing back together. It was like a jumble sale, shirts trousers, socks, underpants, all strewn across the floor, at last I found my blouse, a couple of buttons missing, no doubt they had come off in the eagerness to get me undressed....shoes, god where were my shoes, again I had to delve amongst the debris before I surfaced victorious. Well it all looked worse for wear, but...it did mean I didn’t walk home naked.
Knickers...knickers where were my knickers, and then I remembered, I taken them off and stuffed them in my shoulder bag. I immediately looked to where I’d last seen my shoulder bag. Phew, thank god it was still there, dangling on the hook. When I opened it to look for my knickers, my mouth and jaw dropped open and I gasped.
“Oh god....oh my god”
My bag was stuffed full of pound notes, I had no idea how much was in there, but it was one hell of a lot....I’d certainly been bought and paid for...the think is, was it going to compensate for the possible consequences....the word pregnant shot across my mind, and not only that a couple of the men had been black and a couple of Asians also, that I remember. If I wasn’t castigated by society before I most certainly would be now....mixed race children were still frowned upon....one out or wedlock and to a whore....well just don’t go there.
I had to get out of here, I was suffocating, and I really needed a pee. Carefully stepping over the drunken unconscious sailors, I left the cabin....now which way out, I asked myself...right or left....somehow I remember coming in from the left.
Supporting myself against the” bulkhead” (see I’m using correct terminology) I managed to stagger forward looking for the way out, then fatuously, I stumbled upon the bathroom....men only perhaps, but hey right now that’s what I needed. I bypassed the urinals; they were of no use to me what so ever. I dashed in to the first stall....dropped my pants and sat there feeling the sheer relief of emptying my bladder.
“Ohhhh god, that felt sooooo good” Feeling a little more relief, next I chose a wash basin, filling it with cold water and splashed my face, the coldness helping to bring a little life back. I glanced at the towel hanging on the hook, uncertain as to whether it belonged to a crew member, or if it was there for all to use, it mattered not, the main thing was, it was there.
Soaking part of the towel with the cold water, I pulled my pants down, and gently washed between my legs….oh god that also felt good, as it cleansed away the oozing semen. I was slowly coming back to life….although my head still throbbed, it felt like a thousand drums pounding in my head, bang, bang, bang.
Apart from the money, and a few condoms that had never been used, my bag also contained hair brush and make up, both these items now came to my rescue. After having brushed my hair and applied some make up…things were starting to look a little brighter, also my head didn’t quite throb as much, rather, a dull thud.
Making the best I could out of the situation, once again I set off and standing more upright, instead of having to lean on the wall for support. Ships alleyways are like a maze, and soon I found myself lost. The sound of clattering cups, and the delightful smell of coffee, drew me toward the crews mess. As I passed a steward saw me and shouted out.
“Hey darling you lost”
“Well yes….yes I am, er which way out”
Awww don’t take this wrong love….but you look like shite”
By his accent he was a pom, a cockney pom.
“Yeh thanks love, you really know how to make a girl feel good in the morning” I replied trying to drag up a smile.
He just laughed it off and said. “Rough night eh….come in sit for a while, got just the remedy, for the morning after, some good coffee and toast to go with it”
“The coffee sounds good….but I’m not too sure I could eat anything love”
“Sit down I’ll get a couple of aspirin to go with it”
I found a chair at the table and wrested my elbows on it and supported my head in my hands. In next to no time a cup of hot coffee, a plate of toast and the aspirin were in front of me.
I washed the aspirin down with a glass of water, and sipped the hot coffee, awww, whow it tasted good, I even managed to nibble at the toast.
“You with Greg Bannerman last night love?”
I eyed him over the cup, and then slowly nodded. “Yes….yes I was”
Ah…well that accounts for it….he and his mates are a rough lot” he replied, understanding the reason for my state.
The steward busied himself preparing the crews mess, chatting as he did so. I really don’t recall much of what he said at the time, but I was so grateful to him for the aspirin and coffee.
“Well miss” he finally said “I gota go and prepare the officers mess now, but if you turn left and continue on down the alleyway you’ll find the outside on your right…stay and enjoy your coffee, best of luck” I thanked him for his kindness, and then he was gone.
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The swaying and gentle hum of the taxi had my eyelids heavy and closing, I was feeling drowsy, and longed to just sleep. My mind was flashing back to last night, flashes of that time suddenly returning to me, oh god, it was worse than I thought, it might have been better had I never remembered.
From time to time they had lifted me upright, put a bottle to my lips, and had me drink from it, help keep me in a comatose state. The thing is not every thing they put to my lips was a bottle, it was hard alright, but also, warm and flexible, and I found myself sucking on a hard cock, the sound of men’s voices egging on their champion of the moment, and then followed the rush of warm cum as he finally ejaculated into my mouth, and a hand firmly covering my mouth to prohibit me from spitting out the acrid tasting fluid. It was only then they put the real bottle to my lips, encouraging me to swallow....saying it would do me good, make me feel good. Well it didn’t and now I’m suffering the consequences. My ass felt sore also, and I guess that had been the object of their attention as well....oh god what had I done....at that point I felt miserable...how could things possibly get any worse?
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I paid the taxi off and stood a while contemplating going inside. I knew mother would be up and waiting, waiting to launch into a full attack. Well, I’m a full grown girl now, a woman, I had a life to lead, perhaps it wasn’t to her approval, well certainly not being a prostitute, but as far as I knew, she knew nothing about that either, deep breath and forward charge.
“And where do you think you’ve been all night young lady?” she asked, arms folded across her chest, the way she always did when about to give me a lecture.
The attack had started.
“Out....but then you know that mother” I said defiantly.
I could see she wasn’t too happy with my answer, and was about to take it up a notch, and give me a good scolding, and yes I probably deserved it, but right now I was too tired, and wanted nothing but take a long hot bath remove all the evidence of the nights debauchery. Holding my hand up to stop her saying anymore I said.
“Mom I’m not your little girl anymore, I’m twenty five, and I had a night out with friends, yes I had a few too many and decided to stay the night at Heidi’s, one of the girls from work, I slept on her couch, and now I’m going to take a bath and after go pick up Michael, should I have rang and let you know?, yes I should and apologise for not doing so, now if it’s alright with you I’ll go and do all those things” having finished speaking I turned and made my way upstairs. I knew her mouth would be open and left speechless, but right now I just didn’t care, god forbid she ever found out what I had been doing, especially trying to explain all the money I had in my bag, a bank robbery perhaps….now I hoped and preyed I wasn’t pregnant….again, or anything worse….more and more it was sinking in just how stupid I’d been.
Finally mom got to shout the last words.
“Just prey you’re not pregnant girl….you hear me?”
I came to a sudden stop, closed my eyes and bit my bottom lip, god just what I was thinking mom…..just what I was thinking?
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The days soon became months, I’d been lucky, no pregnancy...thank god. You don’t know how relieved I was....well sorry some of you can, I had dogged the bullet....or should I say the many bullets that had been fired into me that night. A clean bill of health well would just have to wait and see, tests said ok, but sometimes it was years later that some things manifested themselves, for now though all was ok.
It was just business as usual....but one thing I had vowed, I would never let myself be compromised like that again.
The bar owner of the Wheat Sheaf offered me a part time job, which I accepted. So when I wasn’t working at the massage parlour, I was serving pints at the Wheat Sheaf. This of course led to further clients. It was just natural for customers to know what you did for a living, and working at the bar. The owner insisted I wear low cut tops, for obvious reasons, I swear more men knew me from my breast size than my facial features. So many times after the pub closed at six, I would spend time somewhere, if not at the guy’s home, on my back with my legs wide open.
The thing is I was pretty well off, since starting in this game I had done very well. I had managed to finance dad’s treatment at the hospital, and thankfully he was well on the way to recovery. I had no real reason to stay on the game, but it was now like a drug, a habit, it would take something very big to get me to stop. I thought life would and could just continue like this, the best of both worlds. The fact was they were on a collision course, always had been, right from the start.
I had always loved Andy and hoped that one day we would marry have a family….and me as a cockies wife….love ever after…we had been going out together for months and months now…his first objective had been to concentrate on the farm, get it built up, and when he had, then ask me to marry him….of course I was quite unaware of his plans and intentions. I gave no thought as to how I would handle the day he said.
“Diane….will you marry me….be my wife?”
I was too wrapped up in my own little world, the perfect world according to Diane Shipton….a world where I could have my cake and eat it as well. I was about to find out that such a world did not exist, never has, never will.
For me I thought that a visit from Andy was just his normal visit, only this time he seemed excited and a little nervous.
“The farm house is all but finished love, I’d like to take you back up this weekend and see the fruits of all my hard labour” he said with a beam on his face
“Really, is that right....oh that is wonderful news, I bet it, looks terrific, you have indeed worked hard and spent a lot of time on it”
So it was with some hasty arrangements and to the approval of mother....for once. I packed a bag and left for what should have been the weekend, to end all other weekends, and so it was to start with.
The trip up in the old Holden Ute was an intrepid journey on its own. In those days the road was mainly metal....not tar sealed like these days, and there were many twists and turns in it, an hour to get there back then....now less than half that time, but the journey was worth it. The city fell behind us, as we entered the lush green pastoral country side. The farther we went the more and more farm stock we encountered, at one time coming to a complete standstill as a large flock of sheep came toward us. Following the flock was the farmer, his sons, and of course the dogs.... a must for herding sheep.
“G’day Andy....nice day eh” said the farmer, obviously a neighbour of Andy.
There followed a long conversation between the farmer and Andy, when I was introduced to the farmer I learned that his name was Roland....Roland Fletcher....life and pace of life had a different meaning in these parts, and eventually we got back to travelling onward up the valley, much to my relief, the stench of a flock of sheep was not the grandest smell. Soon we were passing the beginning of Andy’s land, and he had great pride in pointing out where his boundaries lay, and what animals were his. I was impressed, very impressed, and I guess very proud of him. The farm house eventually emerged, it was set back from the road, and to me seemed like a palace rather than a villa. Just like everything Andy did, he did it well, and it looked as grand now as it had the day it had been built all those years ago. It had five bedrooms, three bathrooms and two large living rooms....and a much modernised kitchen.
“Ohhhh Andy, its beautiful....I’ve seen nothing like it”
“So you like it” he said, with obvious pride.
“Oh god yes, yes I’m....I’m just lost for words”
“Let’s get you settled and unpacked and I’ll give you the royal tour”
The bedroom he had chosen for me was just as I imagined a bedroom should be, big bay windows overlooking the valley, with stunning views, and so light and airy.
Once I’d dropped my luggage off in my bedroom, he proceeded to give me the grand tour. I could see how busy he had been and how much he must have invested in the farm, taking a run down estate, and making what looked like becoming a successful one. I was impressed. Some of the men who he had contracted to help him out with the reconstruction of the house were still on site, just putting what Andy described as the finishing touches.
It was the first time I had put my culinary skills to the test, and yes it was I who put together the meal that night, not a bad attempt, seeing as it had been a while since I’d prepared anything for a man or guests, even I was impressed with my efforts. I could get used to this sort of life I thought. Ha Diane Shipton the wife of a “Cockie” now who would have thought it. I was thoroughly enjoying this all new domestic life. I lay in that big bed and stared out into the moonlit night, only the light of the moon streaming through the window…..and quiet, so quiet. Andy had stayed up later than usual, being a farmer it was early to bed and even earlier to rise, but this being my first visit, he’d made an exception, my life as a whore far far from my mind. I felt so happy and so contented.
When I eventually did awake and rise, his day and that of others was well underway. I took a quick bath and dressed, then went to seek out Andy, perhaps I could make him some breakfast, I guess he wouldn’t have eaten, just got up and left to work. I was right, and my offer to prepare some good wholesome tucker, bacon, eggs, sausages and fried bread was given the big thumbs up, not only by Andy, but the hired farm hands that always came at this time to make what they referred to as an adequate breakfast….yeah right.
The aroma of cooking and hot coffee also attacked the nostrils and taste buds of the builders, who could not resist the temptation to seek out the cause of it. I soon had a kitchen full of guys, eager to fill up on Diane’s tucker. It felt good to have all these guys in a kitchen and being able to satisfy them in another way other than sex.
“And what do you think of the house Mrs Marshal” asked the foreman of the builders. He’d obviously thought Andy and I were married.
“Oh, I’m……” was as far as I got.
“She thinks it just great, don’t you darling’ Andy butted in before I could finish my sentence and tell the foreman we were not married.
I glanced at Andy, smiled and said “It’s truly wonderful, I’m sure you all must have put a great effort and a lot of work into its restoration.
Andy had the forethought to keep some photos of the old house, as well as pictures of its reconstruction; no one would believe just what had gone into it.
Now all well fed, the workers left one by one, chatting and in high spirits, it made me feel good about it as well, being able to help Andy and the guys in some small way.
“I’ll catch you later love, we have a few more chores to catch up on, then the rest of the day is ours….catch you then” he said, a big broad smile on his face.
I gazed out the kitchen window and followed his progress toward the lower paddock, he turned just before he went out of sight of the house and waved, my heart raced and pounded, he know I was watching him. I smiled and waved back. Now let me get started on the mess the guys had left me with, somehow it didn’t bother me….I could get used to this.
The unfortunate thing was the bright sunny day and great feeling I had was about to hit a storm….a big storm, oh the weather would remain the same…the storm was something entirely different.
I’d been in a good mood all morning, singing and humming along with the tunes that came from the wireless, a local radio station, blissfully unaware of what was so to happen. My two different worlds were about to collide. Diane the miss goodie, goodie girl and Diane the whore slut were on a collision course. It was time for mid day lunches, and I’d put together a real hearty meal for all the guys, knowing that they would be making a bee line for the kitchen to have their bellies refilled. I could get used to this, little miss domesticated. It still had not registered up here in my head that Andy and I could never be….it just wasn’t possible.
I had everything out and ready for them, and as I had predicted, they all made that bee line back to the kitchen. I buzzed around them dishing out yummy, yummy grub. Once filled and all satisfied, out they trooped once more fortified and ready once more for work.
Andy was chatting to his hands, there were nods of agreement, and then he turned his attention to me.
“Right” he said, then continued “Johnnie the foreman mistook us for man and wife….what I’d like to do is make that a true statement” he looked a little uneasy and perhaps embarrassed as he stood there before continuing “I guess what I’m trying to say is…..will you do me honour of being my wife?”
My reaction was instant and I threw myself into his arms, hugging and kissing him enthusiastically. “Yes….yes…..yes” I almost screamed.
“Whow….then I take it that’s a yes?”
It was right at that precise moment; the truth dawned on me, the coming together of the two Diane’s
I pushed away from him, a big frown on my face, not the enthusiastic face that had just flung herself at him. I found a kitchen table chair, and sat down on it, tears begging to swell in my eyes.
“Hey, hey what’s wrong love, what is it, is marrying me that bad” he said with a smile.
I now realised I could never marry him, how could I, how could I be dishonest and not reveal my other side, not tell him about the other Diane, and all those men that had been through her, screwed her, how many….god only knows….hundreds at least.
I had been at it just on eighteen months, eighteen very busy months; a quick calculation would make it almost a thousand. A thousand other men before Andy, I could not keep that from him, if he ever found out at a later date, and he would, how devastated would he be….I just could not do that to him….never, the beautiful life I had always dreamed of was being snatched away from me right here and right now.
At first I would not tell him the reason for retracting my acceptance, but it was never going to satisfy him until I told him the reason.
He sat and listened in stunned silence as I revealed to him all the reasons why I could not go ahead….oh I did not fill in all the gory details, I guess I didn’t need to, he’d know, men talked to men and bragged what they did when with women, whore or not.
“I’ll pack my bag” I said when I’d finished.
“Why” he asked “Why did you do it….you had no need, and you told me when we first met up that it was all lies….the stories about you being a prostitute were all made up, and yet they were true, weren’t they?”
I made a deep sigh, “Those stories were all made up, and becoming a whore came after that”
“Again why?”
I recited all the reasons why I had turned to prostitution, there were no other options for me because of the innuendoes about me being on the game, then dad’s health issues, the every increasing pressures put on mom and the hospital bills.
“You could have come to me….I would have helped out”
“I just didn’t want to put pressure on you as well…god you had enough pressures of your own right then”
The thing was it didn’t matter what or how I tried to justify my position, it was wrong.
“I’ll get the truck and run you back” he said, stony faced.
I couldn’t blame him, after all I had stringed him along all this time, giving him hope that one day we would be together, both our dreams coming together as one, now had destroyed it for both of us.
It was a warm sunny day, but the atmosphere was cold, well cold between Andy and I, his face was like thunder as we made for the truck. That coldness was picked up by the workers as they stopped all work and followed our progress toward the ute.
Mutters and rumours were abounding as to why the sudden turn around, everything had been tickity boo earlier, and now, whow.
The trip back down the valley was the complete opposite to the going up, then it was full of hope excitement and joy, and now it was silence, that silence hung in the air like a cold winter fog, only the sound of the trusty old Holden, as its engine plugged on.
Tears had been forming in my eyes all the way, I sobbed from time to time as the reality had hit home, the truth about Diane Shipton.
No words were spoken as he dropped me off, no sooner had I retrieved my bag than the truck took off, taking my beloved Andy with it.
It was also time to come clean with mom, it was going to be just as bad as telling Andy, well perhaps even worse, and it was.
Whore, prostitute, slut where well worn words as she laid into me, she never raised her voice, no screaming or shouting, that wasn’t the way of mom, but every word hit the target, hit home. I just stood there taking it, I had no answer, I felt a terrible sickly feel in the pit of my stomach…..I was indeed everything she said I was.
“Now young lady…I want you out of this house and out of my life, and your fathers… to do what you did, not only to us, but that lovely lad Andy….you….you….you….” she could not think of a word bad enough to describe me. “Young Michael can stay with us, we’ll take care of him….you’re not fit to be a mother” she said, arms folded across her chest.
“He’s my son, you can’t take him away from me” I replied, these the first words I had spoken to her.
“Oh yes we can madam….and if you don’t agree we’ll have the courts decide, and I don’t think they will be too sympathetic toward a mother who is a whore, will they”
She was right of course, they would show no sympathy, I just caved in and cried.
“I will however concede to you seeing him from time to time, and that’s more than you deserve”
Now resigned to a life without my son, I packed a bag and left, saying I would return for the rest of my things.
Money was not going to be a problem, not in the short term; I had more than enough to live on comfortably. I had however decided that being a whore was not for me, a little late in coming to my senses I know, but tomorrow I had to start anew
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I shook my head as I came out of the dazed sleep, the night before I had found a motel. I would stay here while I looked for a more permanent place….sleep did I say sleep, no it was far from sleep. I never thought I’d sleep again; the night had been filled with nightmares….scary nightmares. I was determined that I would not go back to being a whore, yes it was perhaps a little too late, and yes I should have done it a long time ago, perhaps never got into the business in the first place. I would never have guessed in a million years that only eighteen months ago I was the pure and innocent girl that I had been, well perhaps not quite so pure and not so innocent, but I was nothing like the woman I was today. I’d let myself become exactly like all the others, and that’s what I needed to change, no it would not get Andy back, I’d blown that chance, but I was determined to start again, try and wipe the slate clean….well as clean as I could get it.
The first and biggest job I had to do was tell Tony I was giving it all up….and we all know how pimps feel about losing one of their girls, they regarded them as chattels to be owned and used, used to make them good income, having any one girl leave was not good news to them….he may not let me leave.
I made a brief call to Cynthia to put her briefly in the picture.
“Ok love we’ll catch up later, tell me all about it then” said Cynthia, my one and only friend in the world right now.
Now for the hard part, to tell Tony what I intended to do. I felt more nervous going to tell him I was quitting then I’d been when I went to see him about the job all those months ago, god it seemed a lifetime.
Take deep breaths and just keep calm I kept saying to myself.
“Morning Diane, how’s it going hun” that was the voice of Angela on the front desk.
“Oh just peachy love….is er Tony in” I asked, thumbing toward his office.
“Yeah just got here love, do you want I……”
She was going to say buzz him.
I made straight for his door; knocked, waited a moment then pushed it open and entered
“Oh good morning Diane” he said, then looked at his watch “Your early love, that’s what I like a girl that is keen to get started”
Oh shit this was not gona be easy.
“Well actually boss….I er…well you see….er…..”
“Come on come on spit it out, what is it?” he asked, pushing for an answer.
I placed my ass on the guest’s chair on the other side of his desk. There was no point in pussy footing around I just took a deep breath and blurted
“The thing is I’m leaving Tony, I’m giving up the profession” and waited for the blast.
Well the blast never came, but I could see a slow build up of anger inside him, this wasn’t looking good at all….no way. He took a while to answer, weighing up just what to say, his gaze was like two deadly beams bearing into me. Now I felt scared, I’d never seen him like this before, eventually saying.
“I’m going to forget this little lapse, and let you off with a caution love….you don’t just waltz in here and tell me you’re leaving….it doesn’t work like that, your stock, and asset, Imagine what would happen if all the girls came in and said they wanted to leave, I’d have nothing, no income, and I’ve got overheads to meet” he shook his head continuing. “No love….no, you aren’t leaving”
I knew he would be hard and reluctant to let me go, but I was determined.
“Well boss I am….I’m leaving and there isn’t anything you can do to stop me” I shot back at him.
He didn’t get mad, just sat gazing at me, a cold stony gaze…..then a wicked smile.
“Well you see you’re quite wrong on that love…..very wrong…there is something I can do, take a look at these”
He opened a desk draw, and took out a set of pictures….pictures that weren’t pretty.
I took them one by one, the photo’s depicted facial views of young women, and they were to say the least quite hideous, all beaten, bruised and slashed, a sharp knife or more likely a razor had been used on them. I felt sick, wanted to puke, I held back the bile forming in my mouth.
His stony gaze was still upon me and watched as I gazed at the photo’s I was holding
“Do I need to say any more love; you do get the message don’t you? He asked
Oh I got the message all right; my fingers ran over my own face, thinking what it might look like all beaten and slashed.
“I see you do love” he replied rather smugly. “Now we’ll say no more of this, and just get that “Hairy Mary” of yours down the hall and back in the business eh?”
God what could I say, what could I do. I felt numb and cold.
“Yes boss” was all I could reply “Sorry” and slowly got to my feet, turned and made my way to the door, but then I got a sudden urge of courage, no…no I wasn’t going back to this business, if he wanted to wreak revenge on me and slash me all up, well I’d take my chances.
“No….no….I’m not going back in there boss…never, so just get your knuckle duster and razor and do your worst” Offering my face for him.
Suddenly his whole demure changed….he reverted back to the Tony I really knew.
“Awww shit, shit…you know I couldn’t do that to you….they are photo’s I got from a cop friend of mine, oh they are real and that’s what did happen to those poor bitches, but not by me love….you have to believe me”
“I do boss, that’s why I called you’re bluff…it just didn’t seem like you” I was starting to feel more relaxed, a feeling of relief.
“Just think on though, if it had been anyone else you wouldn’t be walking away like this”
He was right, I’d heard of some terrible stories and what some pimps did to retain their girls.
“No boss, really I do fully understand….and thanks” I replied, giving him my first smile since coming in here.
He reached inside his jacket and retrieved his wallet. “Here” he said handing me twenty quid “This should cover whatever money owing you”
It did, more than covered it, and I was grateful for it, I would need every penny I could get, my next task was to find a nice place to live…..without Michael for a while, but I’d take that on later….one problem at a time. Once I’d found a place to live I would need to find a job, and I knew that was the next big hurdle, I would be back to where I was eighteen months ago, perhaps even worse.
“If you ever change your mind Diane, you’ll always find a place here”
“Thanks boss, I really appreciate that, but I doubt I will….I really do need to make a fresh start”
Tony closed up, took me by the shoulders and gave me a kiss on the cheek. “Now get out of here before I change my mind” giving my ass a playful slap.
I headed for the exit, saying goodbye to Angela, she said something in return, but I didn’t really hear what it was, I was just glad to be out of there and keen to start a fresh life.
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Two weeks later saw me settled into a nice cosy flat, yes it was going to cost more than I wanted, but the alternative accommodation was to be quite honest…..shit.
It was a case of deja-vu, with regards to finding work. Every time I applied for a job, I was stuck when it came to “What previous experience have you had” “Where were you last employed” and “What references have you got” Oh yeah I can just see the one Tony would give me “Yeah she’s a good fuck”
I really thought I’d struck it, when I went to be interviewed for a position as a “Stock check in clerk”
I should have trusted my instincts with regard the owner, one Larry Haywood and his son Danny He was flabby fat, sweated a lot, never took his eyes off my breasts and had that lecherous look in his eyes. His son was just the opposite with regards build, but just the same when it came to his attitude toward me. He was a tall skinny lad, and I had to wonder if mom had strayed a little at one time, it was chalk and cheese, but I guess I was just thankful I had a job at long last.
The work itself wasn’t too hard, all I had to do was take in the new stock as it arrived, and update records, easy, peesie. The hours were long and the money no where near to what I had been earning, but hey it was a start. I was on my way, my new life was beginning at long last……wrong. I lasted just over a week, and then it happened.
I was right down the back of the warehouse taking stock at the time. I heard the door open and then shut as some one entered at the far end, I thought little of it, as boss and his son came and went on a regular basis.
I heard some one shout “Hello, Diane you there?” It was Mr Haywood.
“I’m over here Mr Haywood” I replied.
“Very good my dear, a moment of your time if you please”
I heard the clomp, clomp of his feet as he made his way toward me.
“Ah there you are my dear” he said when he eventually saw me. I knew then that something was amiss; he had that lecherous look in his eyes, and drooling.
“Let me see that list my dear” he said indicating the clip board I had in my hand.
“You know you look particularly lovely to day my dear”
Oh, oh, the alarm bells were going off, I knew that look, and the line of chat.
“Why thank you boss” my reply
“Yes, particularly lovely” he said again, and that hazed look, dreaming, fantasising look. In his mind he was already imagining he was inside me.
Discarding the clip board, he turned his attention fully to me, lost in a dream like status.
“Yes, yes” he said slipping his arms around my waist, and drawing me tight against his own body, gyrating, and rubbing his groin area against mine. I could feel the hardness of his erection through the fabric. He might have been somewhat older than I and less fit overall, but he had strength...his grip and hold on me was vice like.
“Mr Haywood, stop, what do you think your doing?”
“Oh just having a little fun my dear....you do like fun don’t you, no point in working all the time, take time out and have some pleasure, after all I am your boss and I give you permission to do so” he said, there was a sickly smile on his face, and a lost gaze in his eyes.
“Mt Haywood, stop and stop now” I said seriously as I tried to get through to him
“No love…no, it’s time for fun”
I pressed hard against his shoulders, trying to push him away, but he was strong and had a firm hold on me, it was then he pressed his mouth and wet, fat spongy lips on mine….smothering kisses upon me.
I was choking, trying to catch my breath, pushing and pounding his shoulders, but he was like a limpet, his lips locked to mine, and then his hand was up my skirt, fingers passing over my suspenders.
“Mmmmmmm….mmmmmmm” the sound of my protests muffled by his lips. When he eventually broke free I was gasping, gulping for air, and his hand was firmly entrenched between my thighs, fingers trying to push inside me, through the fabric of my knickers. I had to use both hands to restrain his efforts.
“No….no for god’s sake no Mr Haywood….please” I begged.
“Oh come on Diane, you know you want it, we have money, we can pay”
“We Mr Haywood….who’s we?”
“Danny and me, we both want you”
I began to scream and shout at the top of my voice, which only made him laugh.
Smiling and shaking his head from side to side he said. “Yes go on scream and shout as loud as you like, Danny has put the closed sign up and locked the front door, no one is going to hear you love”
Oh god, now what
“So come on what do you say….you’ll find a little something extra in you pay-packet at the end of the week….we can make it a regular thing if you like….I think you’ll find it’s best if I always go first….you see Danny has a rather big…er…you know, penis….he’s a big boy” grinning and chuckling.
Trying to keep his hand where it was, took some strength, strength I did not have, my strength was starting to wane, it looked like I was defeated.
“Ok…ok, you win Mr Haywood….you have a deal, let’s do it” I said
His expression was one of disbelief at first that I had caved into his request then his face lit up like a Christmas tree….a satisfied smile a mile wide.
“Good….good, I knew all along you really wanted it….you won’t be disappointed….you’ll see”
“I’m sure I won’t Mr Haywood….I’m sure I won’t”
“Ohhh and when we’re not with customers, call me Larry”
I gave my best seductive smile….ok….Larry and giggled.
“So let’s get started Larry, let me pull my knickers down for you eh?”
I swear he was trembling when I suggested this.
“Oh god yes….yes pull your knickers down love”, he was in heaven at this thought.
He took a pace back, and then I hitched up my skirt all the way up to my waist, he almost cum on the stop at the sight of my thighs, suspenders and suspender belt.
“Oh god….ohhhh my god” he hissed, but when I pulled my knickers down for him, that really got him hissing.
“Ahhhhhhh shit”
I just smiled; I knew this was giving him a real high. My next move really did have his heart and pulse pounding. I took his hand and thrust it between my thighs.
“Ohhh god….ohhhh god” he hissed as his fingers slid inside, poking and pushing.
“How does that feel Larry….you like that love?”
“Awesome, just awesome” his reply, eyes closed and biting his lip, and his fat podgy finger thrust in and out as he finger fucked me.
Whilst his attention was focused on that, I placed my hand on the bulge in his pants, I must say I was impressed….and what Danny was bigger?....he was right, best dad go first.
“Whow I’m impressed Larry really impressed” gripping it and giving it a few quick jerks.
“Awww girl your hot….really hot, I could tell you were gagging for it…we won’t disappoint you I promise”
I smiled coyly, and proceeded to undo the buckle of his belt, then the top button and finally the buttons on his fly, pulling his pants down around his thighs, now I could see the hard warm shaft in all its glory, really I was truly impressed….my fingers curled around it and I slowly tightened my grip on it, jerking it up and down.
“Awwwwww god…..ohhhh god” he moaned.
“Come on love, come on….let me get it up….let me get it up” he said excitedly, pushing between my legs.
“No…no Larry, not yet…not yet love, let’s do this properly, you want your money’s worth don’t you?”
He hesitated for a moment a frown on his face. “What do you mean?”
“You do want me to suck you off first don’t you?”
“Suck me off….suck me off….you mean….”
“Yeah put it in my mouth and suck it love….you never had that before?” I queried
“Oh god no never….that’s something my wife thinks disgusting”
I smiled and said “Well you’ll love this”
‘Yes…yes, do it, do it” he said
“Ok love; just move back a little so that I can get down on my knees, it’s easier for me to suck you off on my knees.
He took a step back, leaving space between us, I quickly dropped to my knees, curled my fingers around the hard shaft once more, and watched my hand flash back and forth as I jerked him off.
“Hurry….hurry put it n your mouth” he said with an urgency in his voice.
“Soon love soon” my reply
The fingers of my other hand touched and fondled his balls.
“Hmmmm how’s that love”
“Awww, awww great oh god, hurry suck me suck me” he pleaded.
I cupped his big warm balls in my hand, gently massaging them.
“And now love, how does it feel now?”
“Wonderful, wonderful” he replied impatiently, “But put it in your mouth now…hurry, hurry” I guessed he was about to blow, so now was the time, I squeezed his balls tight, and kept on squeezing like a vice, until he screamed, it was like a fire siren going off, a banshee howl.
“Ahhhhhhhhhhhh fuck, fuck, you bitch you fucking bitch” he managed to scream at me. It was time for me to move, get out of here. I stood and pulled up my knickers, straightened my skirt, then pulled at the smock he had given me to wear, the buttons down the front popping and flying in all directions, shrugging out of it I flung it at him, covering his head shoulders. I left him lying there on the floor, holding his nuts, and screaming like a pig.
Danny was now pounding on the door, which Haywood had closed and locked as well, fortunately he had left the key in the lock. I had no sooner unlocked the door when it flew open, almost knocking me off my feet, Danny pushed past me eager to see what I had done to his father. I quickly removed the key, closed the door behind me, and with shaking, fumbling fingers, had scarcely locked the door, when Danny was now pounding from the other side, screaming abuse at me, having realised what I had done to his father, he wanted revenge, fortunately for me, I’d locked him out. I can only image what kind of punishment he had in mind, after all daddy did say he had a big one.
I removed the key and threw it across the shop, letting it land who knows where….as if I cared.
Leaving the closed sign in place, I slipped the lock and stepped outside.
I did let a satisfied smile cross my face, the thought of Haywood rolling around on the warehouse floor, holding his aching balls…well wouldn’t you?
They say every cloud has a silver lining; well fete eventually seemed to shine for me that day…..going from one extreme to the other…….I was but a short distance from my silver lining.
Let me introduce you to my “Angel” my “
……………………………….to be continued