Ok...ok I know what you are all gona say, but what about the last chapter of Diane Shipton...well it to is being written along with this story...it’s well on its way, so please don’t panic. I just had to get this one down on paper and published. You will recognize a name from Career Change “Victor Alexandrov” I hope to join these stories and characters as it develops
I’m Bored
By Lisa Peacock
“I’m bored….I’m bored…I—AM—BORED, I screamed at the top of my voice. Not that it made any difference there was no one near to hear me….that was the problem; there very rarely were these days.
My husband Grant was off again his work required and needed him, coming home was great, but when he was away….well….boring….boring….boring.
He’d only been away three days and already I was getting bored. No, not getting, I was. That morning he received the call. I was getting ready for work…I’m a PA at Robbs, Patterson and Saunders, a large accountancy firm. Having this job certainly stops me from going mad, without it if I had to find something to fill my time in during the day…well I’d be a complete nutter by now. When the phone rang instinct told me. “Oh, oh, here we go again”
“Hello”
“Yes….yes….I understand…of course….when…ok I’ll get on to it right away”
That was Grant, taking the call.
Dropping the receiver back in the cradle, he turned to me.
“Sorry love….looks like I’m off again” he said with a shrug.
“I’ll probably be gone by the time you get back this evening”
“Yes unfortunately” my reply with a deep mournful sigh.
“God I only seem to have you back for five minutes then they want you back again, are you the only technician the oil companies rely on”
“Well no, there are others….but as it happens I’m the best…and besides we’ve been over this before, you knew what my job was when we married, and the number of times I would be away”
He was right of course, I did. He made it perfectly clear what he did for a living, and how much of his time it absorbed, but never the less it didn’t make it any easier. I loved Grant….and he me. We met at a party held by my firm….or at least the firm I work for.
Grant was a technician for an oil company…it was an important job…when there was a problem…who ya gona call….no…no not the “Ghost Busters” silly, Greg…Greg Dyson, that’s who. His company were clients of our firm….as you can imagine….like big clients. It was my boss Drew Saunders who introduced us, and we just seemed to hit it off there and then. Even our courtship was the same, catching moments together whenever he was home. First I moved in with him….and like whow; his house was mind blowing…the very best in modern technology, which of course it would have, him being into all that kind of stuff
Next followed the wedding….a pretty big affair, with family from both sides in attendance.
As my father had died some years before, my boss Drew gave me away; one of my very good friends was my bridesmaid. Greg’s best man was one of his best friends and all in all it went off pretty smoothly, with the usual speeches and all the past embarrassing stories retold, and the laughter at the fun times and memories. Well that was two years ago, it was cool at the time, and I still loved Greg now, as I did then….but ohhhh god the frustration of it all….boring….boring….boring. You can only take so much talk of golf and how to improve your swing, when I attended the club, and the women were so bitchy and catty…but there were very few other options. My friends were likewise married, had kids and domesticity to keep them busy.
Work was my respite during the day, I was far too busy to be bored, letters to open, letters to type, and always make sure that the boss had all the files and information up to date and on hand when he needed it.
I’d left Greg to pack and head off for the airport; he’d call me some time and let me know how long the job would be. As for me it was elevator to top floor, and invariably my boss would be there along with some of my colleagues making for the office.
“Morning Rebecca and how are you this morning?” always a cheery smile.
“Oh fine Mr Saunders, just fine” I replied with little enthusiasm.
“Huh what is it Rebecca, Greg away again?”
“Yeh....yeah he was leaving this morning....just got the call”
“Ahhhh well it’s his job I suppose...but I can understand how you must feel...all by yourself...Alice and I should have you over for a meal one evening” he said
“Yes...yes that would be great Mr Saunders” It was always Mr Saunders at work, otherwise it was Drew.
And so that was my daily grind...work by day...bored out of my mind at night.
It was a book that one of my female colleagues gave me that changed everything. We were having a coffee break when she came in and said
“Here read this Rebecca...this is a great book, keeps you riveted all the way through...once you start its hard to put down...I guarantee it”
Yeah, yeah I’d heard it all before.
The book was entitled “Roses are Red” by Kathy Elliot. The cover was all red, with a deep red rose, and a glass of spilt red wine. Certainly the cover made it look promising. It was a murder mystery...and as Sally had already said, so the book itself confirmed...or at least its critics proclaimed.
“....best book of the year” one
.”A hard book hard to put down” another, plus other such comments.
I really did not get too enthusiastic about it....it still meant I had to sit and read....and reading as far as I was concerned was not what I wanted right then....I needed some action...action...action, do you hear me, action.
Once home I showered, made myself a meal, poured a red wine and started the same old boring evening...wishing it was next morning and I could get to work....can you believe that. I flicked through the TV channels again...nothing. I took a sip of red wine, and suddenly I remembered the glass of red wine on the book cover. Oh well let’s give it a shot I thought. Finding my shoulder bag I retrieved the book, poured another red and settled down. Well it was like a new chapter of my life had just opened up, right there and then. From the first page I was hooked, I read page after page, unable to put it down. It was a mystery and the heroine was a hooker. The author described in great detail some of her daily activities, working the red light district. She was so good at it, very graphic and before long I found myself in her shoes...my mind no longer on the story, but ambling off into my own little fantasy....doing what the hooker was doing.
Hey, hey...hold up there honey....now just hold on...it’s a story don’t forget?
God what was I thinking about phew, my thoughts back on the book.
The thing was a thought or seed had been planted in my mind, and after I’d retired to bed, sleep would not come. I began to relive that hooker, out there on the street.
You could do that love, the little voice in my head said.
Yeah I could, couldn’t I....no, no don’t be ridiculous, I could never do that...the reply
Sure you could....take a look in the mirror...you have all the right credentials for it.
Look you’re being silly.
No, no take a look.
Against my better judgement I jump out of bed, switched on the light, and stood before the bedroom mirror, running my hands sensually over my curves, a tender touch here, a gentle squeeze there. I shuddered at the touch and thought.
See I told you, feels good don’t it...told ya, you can do just as good a job, you wanted some excitement in your life, well here’s the answer, it was fete that put that book in your hands....it like a beacon showing the way.
Do you think so?
I know so, was the reply.
Hmm I don’t know I’ll think about it, and left it there. But for me it was another restless night, try as I might it was impossible to erase that thought....that fantasy from my mind. I lived every moment of it. Even at work I could not stop that fantasy in my head, like a recording, it played again, and again.
“Rebecca...Rebecca” the voice of Mr Jarvis brought me back to reality.
“Oh sorry Mr Jarvis....what was that”
He just tutted, shaking his head, “Really Rebecca I don’t know where your mind has been of recent days....but it surely hasn’t been on your job”
He was right of course...it wasn’t.
See I keep telling you, you have to get this thing out of your system. The voice
You want some excitement in your boring live right?
Yes. (Me)
Well this has it...kinda living on the edge...hoping you never got caught....like living the life of a secret agent
Like James Bond you mean?
Well not exactly...but close enough...plus you get paid for doing it.
Ha money is not the issue...I’d do it for nothing....but that would be like undercutting the other girls...no if....and I only say if I do it, I’ll donate the money to charity...or good cause...money is something I have plenty of. Which I did, from what I earned and Greg’s income we lived a good quality life.
My inner voice was right, one way or the other I had to deal with it. Tonight was to reconnoitre. The red light district was right in the middle of the city, well known and well visited...not only by the prostitutes, but just about anyone...tourists always found it interesting. It was a large square Plaza, bounded by shops, restaurants, and take away businesses always did a great trade. There were punk rockers, Goth, young couples, older couples in fact anyone who wanted a good night out, a place to just hang out. No one was taking any notice of the whores who kept over to the kerb side, both sides of the street, for obvious reasons...the kerb crawling men looking for sex....no one seemed to bother any one, they all kept to their own space, and did there own thing. Tourists of course did find it amusing and interesting, taking picture after picture of the steady stream of cars that slowly crept by.
If you wanted a great place to come and just hang out, this was the place
I parked my butt on a park bench next to an older couple, they turned gave me a cursory look, smiled, and then continued in their shared take away. I settled in to survey and study; excitement filled every fibre of my body. My heart pumping at a zillion beats a minute. I think it was then I knew I just had to try it...this was what I needed to fill that hole...those boring hours I had been spending alone.
What I saw was unbelievable...I was seeing it here live as it was happening it made it even more thrilling than reading the heroine’s exploits in the story...but the story certainly matched real life.
A car would pull alongside a girl of the drivers choice, the passenger window came down, the girl stepped forward leaned on the door, head stuck inside her ass sticking out and showing bare flesh and knickers, then she’d open the door, the window glided back up and she was being whisked away...to where I knew not...but wherever it was, that’s where the business would be concluded. Another car, another girl...it was like watching a conveyor belt on an assembly line.
There was a swish as I crossed my legs, god it was a good job I didn’t have a shorter skirt on this one showed enough of my thigh...but somehow I didn’t care. I smiled to myself when I saw the male of the couple next to me, cant his head toward me to get a better view.
Ok I was getting a feel for the area...now to take in the dress code required by the girls....well the answer to that was....there wasn’t any, just about anything went. They dressed in just about whatever they felt suited them....there was the punk type, pink hair, spiked hair, short cropped hair...any colour you wanted...but one thing common to all was that the skirts were short...with just a hint of bum, after all the goods they were selling had to be displayed in an enticing manner. The one I liked the most was the girl who wore a very tight figure hugging red leather mini skirt, black low cut top, with waist band above the waist of the skirt and just below the line of the breasts...could say it was just bigger than a bra, red hi heel shoes and thigh-hi black stockings...I eventually found out he panties were black when she bent over to chat with the guy...a moment later she was gone...whisked away.
Reluctantly I came away, I could have stayed all night watching the people and breathing in the atmosphere...it was so exciting...so invigorating. I was so intoxicated by it all I found it impossible to sleep. I fantasised that I was one of those girls...strutting my stuff...I could almost reach out and feel the realism of it all. The thing is there is a big, big difference between ones fantasies and the real thing, the proof comes when you have to turn fantasies into the real deal....now that I had yet to prove.
Lack of sleep was becoming somewhat of a habit these days...I was living on pure adrenalin. I had planned it all out in my mind....I would spend my lunch break looking for the type of clothes I would need....red leather mini skirt, low cut black top, stockings and red shoes among the list.
My day started like any other day
“Morning Mr Saunders”
“Morning Rebecca” as I entered the lift with the big boss, or one of the big bosses, you remember the one who had introduced Greg and I.
“Morning, morning, morning” to everyone else as I made for my work area.
My mind was just not on the job, it was wandering to other things, things I had decided to do tonight, I felt I just had to put all this fantasy into practice, or at least to see if I could...the moment of truth, as they say.
At lunch time I went to all the most popular shops, “My Favourite Lingerie” “Leather and Lace” “Daring Fashion”, by the time I’d finished my card had taken a big hit, but what the heck....oh and condoms....I did buy some condoms, a little embarrassing, but well I thought, better safe than sorry eh.
It was like watching a kettle boil….the time crawled by, every five minutes seemed like an hour….and to top it off, Mr Mathews asked me to stay and finish off a file he needed first thing in the morning, then at long last I logged off my computer, and made my way out, only to run into Mr Saunders who likewise was making for the exit. God what next as I nervously hopped from leg to leg whilst he asked about Greg and had I heard from him, and was I coping, and he and his wife were arranging a dinner party soon, and to expect an invite.
I told him that would be great, and looked forward to it, quickly making a get away just as soon as we had finished our conversation, phew.
I retrieved the packages of clothing I had decided to wear that night form the trunk of the car, leaving the other packages to be retrieved tomorrow....I had no need for them right now, and yes if you are interested I had decided to go with the red leather mini
My evening meal was of the microwave variety, before heading for a soak in the bath and preparing for the evening’s event.
Mmmmm the hot water felt real good as I immersed my naked body into the sweet smelling bubbles. When I felt I’d been in long enough for every pour to have absorbed the perfume, I dried off and made for the bedroom where I had carefully laid out every item I had chosen for the evening. I picked out the very brief, very scanty panties, shrugged and shuffled into them, drawing them up my legs and over my bum to my waist. Mmmmm yes they felt, um erotic and I’d only just started. As I donned each item, I viewed it in the mirror, swinging right...then left. Well I was impressed, I sure as hell hoped the....er, what shall I call him...well client I suppose was equally impressed.
Finally I had every article of clothing on...the red leather
mini skirt, was hugging tight to my body, but it did display my ass to its
best. I posed before the mirror, rehearsing the moves that I thought a whore
would use to entice a client. The last thing was the make up, I took my time
with that, eye shadow, mascara, more that I usually use....but I deemed it
necessary for tonight.... finally red lipstick...pursing my lips, mmmmm and
another final check in the mirror.
It was that final check that had me realise what all this was really about...it was all about whoring...if....and I say if I could carry this off, that really is what this was all about. “Think girl...think seriously, your getting dragged into deep water here...you sure you want to do this?”
Phew, the truth be known I wasn’t, but it was very hypnotic, like a haunting sound drawing me on...come....come....come, it kept saying.
My heart and adrenalin were now really pumping; I had the shakes, not from fear but from excitement and unknown anticipation.
I parked the car a short distance from the plaza and square, bleeped on the car alarm with my key wring, slung on my shoulder bag....checked for the umpteenth time if I had some condoms...yes six, that should be more than enough, if in fact I ever got to use any.
Click...click...click of my heels on the pavement, my hips and ass swaying provocatively as I walked back toward the square. I knew every guy I passed was turning and giving my ass a good going over....I didn’t need to turn to see that...I mean hey guys are guys, that’s what they do.
The nearer I got the more intensified the people, and of course the pounding of my heart, and then I was amongst them. I slowed to a casual walk, first mixing with the folk further in the square, and away from the girls trolling for business, but somehow dressed as I was I felt out of place....really out of place. I casually made toward the groups of girls, they were mixing, chatting and laughing with one another, some more intent on attracting a curb crawler than others. As each car glided to a halt to pick up a girl and whisk her away, that space was quickly filled by another eager and willing whore. I inched a little closer, but was reluctant to get into that whirlpool area...almost there but not quite, I had the shakes again...oh god no, I just could not do it....I was losing my nerve, my resolve, yes I know I said I would, but now faced with the moment and the true reality, I just could not go ahead with it.
There was a couple of spare positions right in front of me, made available by the previous girls having just been picked up, my legs were frozen to the spot, I was about to turn and flee, when someone grabbed my arm and began to propel me toward the vacant spots.
“Come on love, it’s our turn, don’t want to miss an opportunity, or someone else will grab it” it was the voice of the girl who had grabbed my arm, a pretty red head, not as tall as me, but very attractive.
“Oh I, er...well” oh god I was standing right on the edge of the curb, and a car that had been slowly crawling along, sped up passed , one, two, three. Four other girls before stopping right in front of me.
Oh god...oh my god....boom, boom, boom, the thumping of my heart. The passengers’ side window slowly glided down.
“Well looks like you scored already love...good luck” said my new red head friend with a wink
There was nothing else to do, I leaned over, and resting my arms along the ledge of the open window and stuck my head inside, giving the best cheery toothy smile I could.
I could just imagine my ass end would be displaying my ass and knickers, much to the delight of any watching male.
The guy I guess was about 45 to 50, looked in good health, short cropped hair, somewhat like an armed forces guy, casual shirt and jeans.
He returned my smile, patted the vacant passenger’s seat saying “Hop in love...let’s go”
That was it, no asking of how much, just hop in? I had no idea what I was supposed to charge, make a price up I guess...let’s say what a hundred bucks...if he asks, I haggle if he protested.
I opened the door, planted my ass on the seat and swung my legs in, closing the door. The window slowly glided back up, muffling the outside sounds.
“Buckle up hun, lets go” he said, he was driving off as I was clicking in the buckle.
“Mmmmm, you smell good, real good” he remarked as he sucked in the aroma of my scented body.
“Oh thanks” My rather nervous reply. Oh god what had I done, what had I let myself in for. I don’t think he’d be too pleased if I said stop the car, let me out, I’ve changed my mind, do you? No that’s what I thought also...not pleased at all.
Now that I was sitting, my mini skirt had ridden up further, revealing a lot more bare flesh and thigh, something that had not gone unnoticed to this guy. His gaze now divided between watching the road ahead and my legs.
“Ohhh god, look at those legs…ohhhh hot, hot, hot” he shouted and placing a hand where hem line finished and stocking top ended, that bare flesh area….giving it a gentle squeeze.
“You have great legs hun....real great legs”
Another rather nervous “Thank you”
“And also a great ass....love that ass of yours” before I could answer he continued “Do you know I had to drive up and down the street three times...I thought you were never going to step up to the curb...then when you and your friend made a dash for it.....I couldn’t believe it....I just had to get there first”
Well I thought, if it hadn’t been for my “friend” I never would have been standing there....do I thank her or not.
We seemed to be headed for the old deserted industrial area. Then his hand was on the move, moving upward.
“Pull your skirt up....right up, as far as you can get it....I want to see more”
I grabbed the hem and began to tug, twisting and struggling to get it up around my waist. Now I can tell you trying to get the hem of a tight leather miniskirt to go up and around your waist is almost an impossible task, so I had a better idea. I unzipped it, undid the waist button and pulled downward, a shuffle and twist of my ass, raising up off the seat a little as I manoeuvred around and under my ass, then down around my thighs, over my knees, down my legs, and finally kicking it away, was the better option, and he thought so also.
“Ohhh god....oh my god” he said, hissing out air. “Shit, that is awesome” his eyes darting form watching the road and my skirtless legs, his hand now free to roam and wander uninhibited.
“Let’s see those tits, show me your tits....lift up you top” there was an air of excitement in his voice, and the roaming hand was now down the front of my pants, and palming my pussy.
I went one better for him. I took hold of the top, wrenching and tugging upward, over my head and completely removing it, but I wasn’t finished yet. I reached behind my back, found the bra clasp, undid it and shrugged out of bra, setting my breasts free.
I heard him gulp and gasp for air...well he did say he wanted to see my tits...so now he could see them. The car swerved hard right, and then corrected back to the left, as he almost lost control of the situation.
“Oh god fuck, oh my god” as he fought with the steering.
“Easy fella....easy, you want to get us both killed?” I said, almost peeing my pants.
“Yeah but whow, I mean...I mean god when I said show me your tits, I really never thought you would go quite as far as that”
“You said show me your tits, so what part did I get wrong?”
“You did it just right love....just right” his hand coming from inside my pants to grasping a firm breast and hard nipple.
He took a quick glance back down at my leg and thigh area.
“Is there any chance of you taking those panties off as well?”
Well why not I thought, all the rest had gone, so once again, I tucked my finger and thumb of both hands around the elastic waist band and began the same procedure as my skirt. Pulling down, lifting my ass off the seat, under my ass, down around my thighs, over my knees, down my legs, and around my ankles, over and off my left foot, over and off my right foot, and letting them join the rest of my clothes on the carpeted front floor.
I thought he was going to have a heart attack...well I wasn’t going to give him mouth to mouth. He’d just been holding his breath in awe and now let it all out with a “Shhhhhhssssss....f—u—c—k “
We were now arriving at out destination, as he turned left into the old industrial estate abandoned some years ago. The old hurricane fence was all rusted, as were the two gates that drooped on rusted hinges, a faded sign “KEEP OUT” now askew, pinned upon it.
The whole area was dark, shadowy, and very foreboding. No maintenance had been carried out for years, now abandoned and forgotten, windows broken and entrances all boarded up, but I suspected some would have been prised open and the interiors used for who knows what….I felt a cold shiver run through my body.
“Hey looks like a few of your work mates are already here eh?” he said, nodding ahead. I was somewhat comforting to see that we were not alone out here, apparently it was used by clients and whores alike….they considered it their place.
He drove past the cars already here, turned right into a dark blind alley, pulled to the side, and killed the lights and the engine. God it was quiet, dark and to say the least….spooky. There was just enough light available see our outlines.
The metallic click of his seat belt as he undid it sounded quite loud in the quietness of the car.
“Unbuckle hun....let’s get it on” he said
“Aren’t we forgetting something love?” my reply
“Oh you mean payment....yeah almost forgot about that” reaching over to the glove box and retrieving his wallet.
Yeah I bet he did
“Now let me see....the usual going rate is it?”
I had no idea what the usual going rate was. “Yes...yes that would be ok” I replied, wondering what he was going to offer.
“Now let me see” he said and counted out three $50 notes “
Well if that’s what it was, I would just have to rely on what he told me.
“Yes...yes that’s it love
He folded the bills holding them in front of me, waiting for me to take them, but when I did, he pulled them away and smiling said.
“Ok there’s an extra fifty dollars in it if you let me ride you bareback”
I should have been just a little quicker with my answer, instead I hesitated, just a moment, I had to think, the question had caught me quite unprepared.
“Er no, no don’t be silly, we have to use a condom”
“Ah you hesitated, had to think about it, it’s not about whether to or not….it’s about money….ok let’s make it one hundred dollars” taking and adding another fifty to the already two hundred, making it two hundred and fifty.
“I’m clean….I can guarantee it” he said
“Oh yeah are you?”
“Yeah I am….but hold on, what about you maybe you aren’t….perhaps you’re right maybe we should use one?”
Well I went for it hook line and sinker, indignantly my reply was “Hey I am clean, so yeah ok ride me bare back if you want” Just as soon as I’d said it I knew I’d just been had, duh. This time he allowed me to take the folded bills, which I immediately stuffed into my shoulder bag. I was bought and paid for.
“Hmmmm...that sounds good to me hun” his hand slipping between my thighs, palming my now very wet pussy...was I supposed to feel excited like this....because I was, it was like the old school days, doing in the back of some jocks wheels.
“Oh god” I moaned, and at he same time let my legs open up for him, spreading them as far as I could. He continued to push between my thighs, I was pushing myself against his hand, each time he pushed his finger would go just a little bit further inside, until it was fully inserted and he began to finger fuck me, squelch, squelch, slurp, slurp, with each and every movement of the finger, one became two, then two became three.
“Ohhhh god....oh god” I could hear my voice quite distinctly, as I moaned groaned and thrashed around.
“God you’re a hot little whore love” he said, as he worked the finger harder and faster, getting me all worked up and excited.
“You sure get a man all hard and horny”
Now there’s something quite erotic about the metallic sound of the zip on a mans fly being pulled down, zzzzz, because it means one of two things, he’s either gona take a pee, or he’s gona have sex, and I knew he wasn’t going to take a pee, sooooo that meant the later...sex, and as I was the only other person in the car, the recipient was me.
His hand slid inside his jeans and retrieved one very large and very hard cock, I could just make out its form in the darkened interior. There was no need of him to instruct me what to do next….instinct told me. I curled my fingers around the hard warm circumference; it was so wide my fingers were unable to meet up.
“Ohhhh god” I gasped. “Geese that is big”
He merely laughed saying “I’m sure it’s nothing you can’t handle sweetheart….pardon the pun” continuing to chuckle.
Seeing as we were into puns I replied “I think you must have it in for me” causing him laugh even louder.
I began with nice long strokes, and he placed his hand on my head, applying a little pressure. I knew what he wished me to do, pushing my head closer and closer toward his erection, as my mouth was drawn ever closer, I stuck out my tongue and starting at the base and with a long wet stroke, licked its length….once, twice, and now with my other hand I pushed it inside his jeans, and touching his balls, my fingers curled around them, cupping and gently squeezing.
“Awwwwww shit….oh my god” he moaned “That feels soooo good”
Holding my grip on the hard steel like shaft I continued to pump it up and down, and then with one more long lick, I placed my lips over the head, as my tongue circled and teased the corona, before I plunged as much of his cock I could get into my mouth. Gawd it was some dick, I almost gagged, he just lapped it up, moaning and groaning….well one thing was for certain, I must be doing it right.
I sucked and drew my mouth slowly up the length of the erection, then pushed down again, up down…down, up down, slowly building up sped, my hand working and co-ordinating with my mouth, fingers on other hand cupping, and squeezing his balls, groans, deep groans of delight and contentment emanating from him.
“Ohhhh god, ohhhherrrr, god yes….god yes….yes”
His ass lifted of the seat, pushing up, in sync with my mouth and hand working his hard cock. The harder and faster I went, the louder his moans and his hand slid between my thighs seeking my wet pussy, slipping a finger my wet squelchy interior, the action provoking a euphoric reaction in me, my own hips twisting and working against his inserted finger. The sounds of sex quite distinct….his moans, my muffled moans, slurping and squelching.
For a while I thought he was going to cum in my mouth, he was becoming very excited.
“Oh, oh, oh…ah…ah…ah…oh fuck….oh fuck….oh fuck” his breaths coming in shirt sharp bursts.
“Yes, yes, yes, oh my god, oh my god, ohhhh”
I thought, this is it Rebecca, get ready for it, it’s cumming, it’s on its way, he’s gona cum in your mouth. I really thought he was, he was almost there, I could already taste his pre cum, then he grabbed a hand full of my hair and pulled me away, his other hand clamping around my wrist, prohibiting my hand from working the hard shaft.
“Oh no you don’t” he said “You crafty little whore, get me to cum in your mouth and thinks it’s all over eh?”
“Eh…no….I….”
“I paid to fuck you bare back remember” still holding my hair and wrist “And fuck you bare back I will….just give me a moment” he said “Then we hop into the back seat and we fuck” nodding to the backseat, and a wicked mischievous smile.
I replied “Yeah...yeah...I know....I know” wasn’t my fault he nearly cum in my mouth.
When I stepped outside, the warm evening breeze was like a zephyr over my naked skin....like someone had taken a feather, drawing it over my body, and between my legs. God don’t you just love being outside, naked and the feel of that soft breeze caressing you....I know I do; there’s something quite euphoric about it all.
Opening the rear passenger’s door, I planted my naked ass on the seat, and then swung my legs in; closing the door at the same time the client was clambering in on his side.
“Put your legs up here” he said indicating the seat next to him, as I did so he grabbed my ankles pulling me toward him and placing me flat on my back. His next move was to put one leg over the back of the drivers seat, wedging it into position behind the head rest....then taking the other leg and placing this one up the back of the seat and wedging it behind the head rest....now I was spread eagle....my legs spread apart and ready for use.
Having sex in a car is not that easy, and head room is a problem, as he hunched over me, unbuckling his belt, undoing the button on his jeans, and then pulling them down around his thighs...he was ready.
I cold just see the dim image of him, his hand wrapped around his cock guiding it between my thighs. I might not have been able to see his cock, but I felt the head as it entered first....then “Wham”
“Awwwwww fuck” I shrieked, as he thrust it in deep and hard...god it hurt, even though I was quite wet myself.
Then “Wham” a second time full bore and all the way in, a second or two then “Wham” again, as he took great pleasure in the way he thrust into me.
“Oh hey take......”
“Wham” another one, before I could finish.
He just smiled and chuckled. “You like that don’t you?” he said
Again before I could answer “Wham” another big hard thrust.
“Oh hey fuck honey easy...easy” I said.
“Wham” “Tell me you like it” he asked.
“Yes....yes....I like it” I hurriedly replied, hoping it would satisfy him...it did, but not before one more “Wham”
Having got the answer he wanted to hear, he settled into a
more steady rhythm,
“Huh...huh....huh....huh” his ass rising and falling.
Reaching up I took hold of the head rest of the front passenger’s seat with one hand and did the same on the rear seat with the other, just holding on, as he pumped and humped at that nice easy, steady pace, now this part I enjoyed.
He brushed my hair to one side and buried his face and mouth to my neck, his teeth were like that of a vampire as he bit and sucked. Oh shit, that was going to leave a mark...a love bight or hickey.
It was starting to get hot inside the car, as both our body temperatures began to rise, just the sound of continuing sex, the slapping of his balls against my ass, each and every time he made an inward thrust, and the slurping and squelching my pussy made at the same time, plus of course the car bouncing on its springs....oh yes it was hot sex.
It felt good, real good, I know I should be feeling guilty, but I didn’t. I think it was the pleasure of the sex mingled with excitement or thrill of just doing it, the fact that I could get caught at it, and all the repercussions that would follow....I was pumped up....I certainly wasn’t bored any more...well not tonight
“Ohhhhhhh” I moaned again for the umpteenth time. “Oh god....yes...yes...yes”
He gave a little chuckle saying. “You like this don’t you...you love being fucked...god you’re one hot whore babe...one hot whore”
He was of course right, I did like it, perhaps it was the frustration of Greg being away so much...well I guess I was just trying to justify to myself the reasons behind all this.
His thrusting became more urgent, I could feel the increase in tempo, and his thrusts were becoming faster, his gasping and hot breath on my neck coming in short burst now. “Huh, huh, huh, huh.” accompanied each short fast stroke.
“Ohhh...ohhh...ohhh” there was an urgency in his voice....he was getting near.
Faster and faster, “huh, huh, huh, huh”
Get ready Rebecca, this time for sure, there was no stopping....it was all the way, I told myself, my knuckles white from gripping the head rests...just hanging on
“Oh god....oh god...I’m...I’m, gona...gona, cummmmmmmmm”
I felt the explosion of cum flowing inside me as he unloaded all his pent up frustration. His body stiffened as the orgasm hit him.
With one final big thrust all the way inside me, eventually cumming.
“Ohhhh god” I exclaimed “Ohhhhhh god” as my own orgasm hit simultaneously.
We were now two limp bodies, joined only by his now dying dick....soon to become limp.
Nothing was said for a moment, we just lay there enjoying the moment, whow that had been fun.
“Well I’d better get you back....I’m sure they must be lined up waiting for you” he eventually said, braking the silence and smiling.
“Yes, I guess we better get moving” my reply.
He gave another laugh. “Here let me help you out of that position” grabbing one of my ankles and releasing it from behind the head rest, then the same with the other one.
“Thanks” he was ever the gentleman, dragging myself into an up right position.
“Ok let’s go, ha you’d better get dressed first though eh?”
Well that sounded a good idea, getting arrested for indecent exposure didn’t appeal to me either.
The night air felt cold this time against my naked skin, oh it was still warm, but having worked up to a sweat...it just appeared cool at that moment.
I rummaged around the front floor for my discarded clothing, the skirt was easy to find, so I placed it on the seat, then my fingers found my bra so I shuffled into that, followed by my top, and eventually my panties, left foot through, right foot through, pull, drawing them back up my legs, around my thighs and snugly around my waist. Last but not least my leather miniskirt. I slid my ass on the seat, and drew my legs in after. For him it was much easier, just had to pull up his jeans and undies, buckle his belt and ohhhh there’s the sound of his zip being pulled back up, I preferred it going in the other direction.
As we drove away, we passed two parked cars, they would have
no other business being there other than what we had been doing, a cars headlights
shone in our direction as it passed through the broken down gates and fence,
looking for a good spot to park. This was an area I was soon to get accustomed
to, this and
Now that I’d broke my duck so to speak, I wanted more. The dam on my lusts and desires had burst, and I was feeling horny as hell….I wanted more, just could not wait for the next, god this was so much fun and excitement…but of course it was all new to me. Would I still feel the same a few weeks down the track, well only time would tell? I was also gambling my marriage on this as well. Every time I carried out an act, the odds shortened on my being found out, but it never seemed to bother me….well not right then, this was fun.
“Hey I enjoyed tonight love, I bet you have a good clientele….you can enter my name to that list…..when you normally on?”
“Oh er, you’ll find me down at the square same times every night” I declared, I guess I’d already made my mind up I would be a regular at this.
There was a park spot just ahead; he pulled in to it to let me off.
“Thanks again sweetheart…take care” he said as I opened the door and stepped on to the pavement.
I waited for him to find a gap in the traffic, one car slowed and stopped to let him out, he indicated and as he left tooted.
As I stepped into the space he had just vacated, intending to cross back over the road and back to join the girls, the car that had stopped for him, drew forward and stopped, the passenger window slowly gliding down. I ducked my head inside, and saw a black guy, shaved head, glasses, tee-shirt, and jeans. He patted the passenger’s seat.
“Hop in love….let’s go” he said
Five minutes later I was heading back to where I’d just come from….oh well, here we go again.
I was wet and ready for him already, my mind racing at the thought a black one, I wondered if it was right what they said about black dick….well I would soon find out.
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It was
I punched the air and shouted “Yahoooooo….I’m not bored any more” I said to no one in particular, throwing my shoulder bag down, on a chair, and my keys on the coffee table….before kicking off my shoes….and slumping into the other chair.
“Whoa….that was really something, I said to myself, recalling each and every guy I had had.
The black guy had me face down on the back seat, only my knickers down around my ankles...I’d given him a blow job first, just like the first (with a condom on), he liked getting it up from behind, and pushing his hands under my bra, not getting me to take it off.
The last guy...well was he big....no I don’t mean in the size of his dick....I mean body weight....like fat...although his cock was quite satisfactory also, but when it came time to fuck me....knickers right off this time...it was like having a huge elephant seal on top, this heavy mass of blubber weighing down and pinning he to the seat, it did occur to me if he had had a heart attack, there was no way I could have got out from under him....but he managed to get it up, and to get his ass to hump up and down giving that one last mighty thrust and a huge satisfied groan.
Delving into my bag, I counted the number of condoms I had used….two left, so that meant four guys plus the one who had fucked me bare back that was a total of five guys for the night….whoa. Yes I know bareback… silly….silly….silly. I would need to be more careful in the future.
A couple of dinks, then I headed for the shower, peeling off my clothes, bra, panties and top straight into laundry basket….the skirt I could wear again. The shower was hot and great to feel the water splash over my naked body, washing away the odour of sex….sweat and the scent of male semen, paying particular attention to my pussy, a pussy that was a little sore right now….how some of these girls do the numbers they do was hard to believe, perhaps you just got used to it.
The money meant nothing to me as I counted the nights take later. In total it came to $550 for the night….not bad I thought. I’d already decided it would go to charity or one of the missions for the underprivileged. The Salvation Army ran one on Canal Street, I’d drop it off there tomorrow, in the mean time I needed to get whatever sleep was left to me.
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I’d now found a new interest....if I could call it that, an interest it certainly was. I needed to construct a new persona, two entirely different people, and one where their paths never crossed; by day I was the straight up girl Rebecca, personal assistant to one of the top men for a very reputable firm, Robbs, Patterson and Saunders, and at night I as going to be Candy....the popular hooker...strutting her stuff...the complete anti of Rebecca. I had to make sure that they were kept in separate boxes, and hoped like hell that Rebecca didn’t run into one of her clients at work....mind who would be the most embarrassed?
Well fete was going to have a hand in changing my own plans. For me this was just a bit of fun, something to break the boredom whilst Greg was away, but the more professional people didn’t see it that way, and so eventually the tide was going to turn. Go too far into a raging river and you’ll get dragged in and swept away....we don’t see the danger until it’s too late.
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That night Rebecca never saw the sleek silver Mercedes or its driver, but the driver certainly saw her, as it glided by. The tinted windows hid his identity. He enjoyed his occasional drive’s down in the red-light area, all those good looking young females, well most of them, but he had to admit some of the, er...more experienced were quite tempting as well, but he preferred the younger ones. He never, ever stopped to pick one up....oh no, he just couldn’t afford to get picked up for trying to procure a prostitute. However just the sight of all that bare skin and flesh gave him a hard on, and he’d have to find a nice quiet area to go masturbate. If when he did find the need for the services of a good women he would always have his good friend and client recommend one of his girls, a quiet room, a nice bottle of champagne, and just indulge himself.
He drove slowly, as did most of the male drivers in this area; he glanced at the girls on the left, and then swung his gaze to the right as he drove. Eh...no...that can’t be right...she....she looks just like Rebecca...Rebecca Dyson. Before he could positively identify her, he had driven past, so at the first opportunity he swung the car around and headed back. Slow...slow...slow, he urged himself, yes there, keeping his eyes fixed on the tall leggy blond. She was laughing and chatting with the other girls, and seemed quite at home trying to get the attention of the male drivers as they passed, at first he panicked, thinking she may see and recognize him, but he smiled and relaxed when he remembered his windows were tinted.
One more run by just to be sure....and so he did, yes, yes there was absolutely no doubt, that is who it was. Well, well, well, he smiled to himself, as the bulge in his trousers suddenly became bigger, straining at the zip to be out. With one had steering and the other holding the bulge he drove away smiling, he was a happy chappie, in fact a very happy chappie. He knew who he had to call, this would be both of interest and profitable. His clients name was “Victor Alexandrov”, procurer of some of the finest whores in the city...in fact in the country; his little empire did not stop within this city boundaries alone. Oh he was so, so happy...as he pulled into the quiet tree lined avenue, removing his hard erection, lying back, closing his eyes and fantasised about a certain girl...Rebecca...his strokes were long and slow.....ohhhh....god....yes....he sighed, as he thought about his cock being inside her........
......to be continued
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