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First Published: 12 May 2016

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After the Match
by Isabella

Cast List:
Lord Westerdale - Lord of the Manor
Gary Hughes - Lord Westerdale's gamekeeper
Victoria Hughes - Gary's wife
Sarah Hughes - Gary's daughter
Donald Stuart - Lord Westerdale's replacement gamekeeper
Robert Crossley - friend of Lord Westerdale and property owner
Latka - Robert Crossley's body guard and driver
Sheila - Prostitute living and working at 1 Endeavour Drive

Location:
Gamekeepers Cottage on Lord Westerdale's Estate
Middlesbrough
Ormesby
37-B Endeavour Drive, Ormesby

Story Code:
M/F,
MM/F,
Rom,
Prostitution,
Oral,
Deep Throat, Size

My husband worked for the lord of the manor, I know that it's ridiculous in this day and age but my husband was totally happy working as a gamekeeper on Lord Westerdale's estate on the North York Moors. We had a lovely tied cottage out in the wilds, the estate still had the documentation from the sixteenth century commissioning a mason to build a gamekeepers cottage on the bank of Murk Esk in fifteen-fifty-two. The cottage had been built as a two story stone building, just four rooms, two rooms on each floor with Welsh slate roof, the whole thing built for the princely sum of five guineas. At some point in the nineteen-seventies a bathroom was added to the side of the cottage, and piped water connected. The main structure of the extension was built of concrete block-work with concrete rendering and a flat roof. That small addition cost fifteen hundred pounds but it made the house liveable at least, no more zinc bath in front of the kitchen range, collecting water from a well and boiling it on top of the range to heat the bathwater using kettles and saucepans.

Everything was wonderful, well, Sarah had a few things that she didn't like about living out in the wilds. It was a half a mile from our house to the nearest road that her school bus could reach and then it was an hour for the bus to get to school stopping off at twenty lone houses or hamlets on the way to the closest town. The other thing that Sarah complained about was the lack of friends that lived close enough to visit. Thirteen year old girls like to have a wide circle of friends and by thirteen they usually widen their circle to include boys as well as girls.

Well, our idyllic lifestyle came to a sudden end when Gary was playing football one Saturday morning, he was fine one minute, he picked up the ball on the half way line and dribbled it past four opposition players to the edge of the penalty box before crossing the ball to his centre forward, then, because Gary was the Right Back he had to run hell for leather back into position just in case the goal didn't come off. I watched him slow down just past the half way line; his legs looked like they were made of lead, he slowed down short of his position and then slumped to the floor. The goal was scored but the celebration was short lived when they realised that the player that set up the goal was lying motionless on the pitch.

Gary had a heart attack, he was dead before the coach reached him with the bucket of cold water and the magic sponge, they performed CPR while waiting for an ambulance. The Paramedic took just nine minutes to arrive and he tried everything until the ambulance turned up ten minutes after the paramedic. Everyone knew Gary was dead but everyone put up a fight for the benefit of the gawkers standing around. Gary was officially pronounced dead at twelve PM by the doctor on call at our local hospital. They call the first hour after a heart attack the golden hour, usually most victims can survive if they get to hospital in that hour, Gary was there in forty-five minutes but it was still far too late.

I had tons to deal with, funeral and all of the crappy paperwork that comes with a death. Lord Westerdale returned early from his holiday in the Caribbean, he paid for the funeral and the wake, he was great about all of that but the day after the funeral he came to me, "There's no easy way to say this Victoria so I'll just have to come right out with it. The house comes with the gamekeeper's job, I'm going to have to replace Gary as soon as possible because I have a shoot planned for just over a month's time and the new gamekeeper will need this house for his own family before then!"

It took a while for that little bombshell to explode in my already overloaded brain, I was feeling a little punch-drunk to be honest, there should have been some money at least in Gary's bank account but when I notified the bank and gave them one of the many original death certificates that I'd paid for I'd found just a few hundred pounds in his account. It was a damned good job that Lord Westerdale had paid for the funeral and everything. I mumbled, "Where are Sarah and I going to go, what will happen to us?"

"Don't you have family you could go too?"

I shook my head, "No, Sarah and Gary were the only family I had."

"Well, I could talk to one of my friends for you, he has several houses in Ormesby that he rents out, he may have something you could move into. At least it'll be close to Sarah's school."

Well, Ormesby was okay as a place to live in but there was little or no work there, its one saving grace was that it was close to Middlesbrough and they at least did have a little work from time to time.

~~~ *** ~~~

I'd given Mrs Hughes a week to come and ask for my help to find her someplace else to live, my estate manager had already drawn up the notice to quit the cottage but I'd held off sending the letter even though it was inconvenient to have my estate manager spending time running around the pheasant pens feeding my birds and trying to find eggs to incubate but I would rather have helped her to leave rather than be seen evicting her.

After I told Edward to push the eviction order through Victoria Hughes' letter box the next time he was by the cottage feeding pheasants, I telephoned the Middlesbrough housing charity and spoke to an old Masonic buddy.

"Bill, I need to call in a favour, I'm trying to help one of my tenants but she's not really interested in my help because I'm forced to evict her from my groundkeeper's cottage, she's just upset because her husband just passed away and she's not thinking straight. I'd really appreciate it if you could offer her three properties that are on your 'Impossible to let' list, if she takes one then you're getting rent for a deadbeat property, if she doesn't then she'll realise that it's better to take the help that's on offer from people she knows.

"There's nothing illegal going on is there Westerdale?"

"Not at all, what would you offer a single woman with a thirteen year old daughter?"

"Well, usually a one bedroom flat, if she had a son over ten then we'd have to find her a two bed and we're all out of rentable two bed flats."

"Well, I'm trying to get her fixed up with a two bedroom house in Ormesby, nice area, nice little garden, fully furnished with all the modern conveniences."

"One of your houses in Ormesby?"

"Not officially, no! Robert Crossley is going to manage the property for me, wouldn't do for my estate workers to think that they can move out of the estate and straight into a new house, I'm only doing it for Victoria because she was born on the estate, her mother and father both worked around the main house, she's lived in tied properties on the estate ever since. I feel that I owe her something because her husband died so young."

"Okay, I'll do it for her own good, she'll be much better off in Ormesby, in a house, than in a flat in Middlesbrough. What's her name?"

"Victoria Hughes."

"Okay Westerdale, just remember that you'll owe me a favour and I'll collect soon!"

I knew that Bill would do his best to push Victoria to the worst of the worst housing the charity had on its books, it would probably cost me a little land, Bill was always desperate for land to build his rabbit hutches on and he knew that I was the biggest owner of brown field land in Middlesbrough as well as some of the best green field land as well.

I needed to make another call, "Can you put me through to Robert Crossley please ... Robert, Guy Westerdale here. Can you remember the last pheasant shoot you came on at my place?"

"Yes, I did rather well."

"And you did, I think you came second over all over the three day shoot, you got a haunch of venison and a brace of pheasants for your trouble...can you remember the woman and the girl, they were beating in front of your stand remember, you said that you wouldn't mind beating in their bushes."

"Yes, they were both very beautiful, mother and daughter weren't they but looked more like sisters."

"Yes, that's them, you remember I told you to be careful because it was Hughes' wife and daughter and he might have heard you, remember?"

"Yes I do, he was just walking between stand three and mine at the time with a loaded gun."

"Yes, well, he's passed away and the two Hughes girls are about to become homeless, do you have anything nice in Ormesby?"

"Nothing at the moment, I've got two houses being refurbished in Middlesbrough, they'll be ready in a week or so."

"No old man, I don't want her in Middlesbrough, too much work available over there, I really need her in Ormesby, well away from any work opportunities. I just happen to have a house that's looking for a tenant on Endeavour Drive, number four, if I can get her to come to you for a house will you 'Manage' my house for me, rent it to her and work on getting access to her...in the usual way!"

Robert laughed, "I take it I'm bird dogging her for you to take over later!"

"Hopefully you'll have a lot of fun getting into their knickers and when they're ready I'll take over."

~~~ *** ~~~

A week after my conversation with Lord Westerdale I got a letter from the estate office giving me two weeks to vacate. I could have made things difficult, I could have refused to leave, forcing Lord Westerdale to apply to the courts for an eviction order but I'd probably need his help to find somewhere to live. The letter from the estates office was the spur and also a requirement for me to be considered for social housing. I'd spoken to the charitable organisations that looked after social housing, what we called when I was growing up, 'The Council' or 'Council Housing Department' and they had offered me a choice of three properties as the law required:

The First was a one bedroom flat in a tower block in the heart of Middlesbrough, nicknamed Crime Central.

The second place was a one bedroom flat in a low-rise but that was in an immigrant area that had been a slum twenty years earlier before the immigrants even moved in.

The third was actually a two bedroom flat above a shop that wouldn't have been too bad but the shop was a late night kebab shop and the building had a night club on one side of it and a pub on the other. When I went to view the flat I found a dozen 'Fresh' condoms on the path leading to the steps that went up the outside of the building to the back of the flat. There were dozens more older condoms strewn around the back yard and even two condoms in the landing at the top of the stairs right in front of the door into the flat.

If I didn't accept one of the three properties on offer the charity could wash their hands of me and I'd have to find a place on my own. I was getting off the bus from Middlesbrough opposite the lane down to my house when I spotted Lord Westerdale's four-by-four parked close to my house.

He was showing a man around one of the pheasant pens close to my cottage, well, I guess, Lord Westerdale's cottage in truth. When he saw me, Lord Westerdale smiled and left the man feeding pheasants and searching for pheasant's eggs.

"Hi Victoria, how's your search for a new house going?"

I watched the man doing what my husband had been doing every day until his death; any eggs found would be taken to the shed at the back of my cottage and popped into the incubator. Pheasants weren't bad parents but rats would take around a half of any eggs laid and a mother with eggs in her nest would be reluctant to go far away from it. So it needed human intervention to remove all eggs and grow the chicks on into adulthood. After a clutch of eggs were taken the hen bird would get right back to making more eggs. The estate would get four or five times the number of pheasants in a year from their stock breeding birds. And when it came time for a shoot, the hens would fly in the direction the drivers beat them towards rather than heading straight back to their nest.

I told him my tale of woes from my day visiting properties in Middlesbrough and that I'd been offered three properties but that none of them were satisfactory places to bring up a child.

"Are you sure that you don't want me to ask my friend if he has a house?"

"I couldn't afford a private rent, I've got to try and find something in the charity sector."

"I can get you help, make sure that the government pays for a private landlord for you, I know most of the important people in the county"

"If you think that I can get enough money to pay private rents as well as live than please ask your friend for me!"

"I know that you'd be within your rights to say no Victoria but my new gamekeeper Donald Stuart is down here, he's sleeping in your old bedroom I believe in the gardener's cottage until you vacate, his wife won't come down from my estate in Kinross until she can move in but they really need to measure the rooms first, would it be possible for Donald to come in and measure up...just say no if it will upset you!"

"No, it's okay, I'd expect to be able to measure up before I moved into a new place, would you like a cup of tea?"

"Well, I'd prefer coffee if you have it, Donald too?"

I thought for a moment, "Sure, Donald too, I'll make a pot of coffee, don't offer tea as an option."

He left me standing at my cottage door, it wasn't locked, they could have entered the house any time while I was out so it was nice to be asked at least first. I watched for a moment as Lord Westerdale spoke to Donald in the pheasant pen and then turned and went through to the kitchen.

~~~ *** ~~~

"Would you say that you were a faithful man Donald, to your wife I mean?"

"I'm just a mortal man your lordship, if temptation presents then I'm tempted, just like the next man. Why do you ask?"

"Mrs Hughes was a totally faithful wife as far as I know. In a few days she's going to need a lift into Ormesby with all of her goods and chattel, she won't be able to afford a taxi or a removal van, she's going to need someone with...say a Land Rover and horsebox trailer. The thing is, I think it would be charitable to offer to help her but...well, you've been away from your wife and the home comforts she provides. I think a ride for a ride would be appropriate..if you know what I mean!"

Donald looked over at Victoria as she turned and slipped into her cottage, he grinned and nodded his head at me, "Well, I guess that she's been without a man for longer than I've been without a woman but the problem might be her daughter, I can't see the mother doing anything while the daughter is around."

"Yes, you're probably right, I'll have to arrange to bring them back home at six o'clock in the evening, their cow will need milking and I think Sarah usually does the evening milking, you'll have a window of opportunity of about thirty minutes."

"Where will they keep their cow in the city?"

"They won't, the cow is part of the estate, my vet looks after it, my bulls service it. It's part of your salary if you want it, if not just tell the estate manager and he'll have her picked up. If you look after her you get all the milk, all the cheese and butter as well as two calves to fatten up and kill or sell on to the butcher for extra money."

I phoned Robert Crossley again to tell him that I needed to bring Victoria and her daughter around on Friday afternoon.

"I thought you'd lost her Westerdale, what's taken so long."

"It's just getting much harder to be the wicked landlord these days!"

You can't get the railway tracks to tie the damsel in distress down to since they closed the branch line down in the sixties."

"Yep, you're right there. My guys are at the house I want you to rent to Victoria, they're just finishing off a few things, you know, plumbing in the dishwasher, the washing machine and tumble dryer. Tell her the rent is seven hundred pounds a month but when you fill in the paperwork for her put correcting fluid over the zero in the tens column and change it into a seven so it looks like seven hundred and seventy pounds. When she gets her Giro, you take all the money and hand her back the seventy pounds but make sure that your copy of the rental agreement on file has seven hundred pounds printed clearly on it, okay!"

"Oh I see, a contingency plan, just in case I can't get her by fair means, threaten her with reporting her to the police for fraud."

~~~ *** ~~~

I made coffee and set up a tray with home baked cake on dainty side plates, a jug of milk and a bowl of sugar, I was just carrying the tray towards the front door to take it outside when the door opened and Lord Westerdale walked in wiping his feet in the doorway with Donald on his heels.

"Shall we have coffee in the sitting room Victoria?"

He was a cheeky bastard, he was the Lord of the Manor and he owned all of the land and everything on it for miles around but for a few days at least the cottage was mine, mind you, I couldn't claim to be paying rent for the house or the garden where I grew my own vegetables or anything else around, the only things I could lay ownership on were my clothes, the curtains, the bedding and pots and pans, not much to show for my life so far.

I went ahead into the living room, set the tray on the coffee table and invited Lord Westerdale and Donald to sit in the two comfortable chairs while I sat on the two seat sofa. Donald went for the chair but then said the sun was in his eyes so he came and sat by my side. Donald was flirting with me the whole time that he was drinking his coffee and eating his slice of cake, and he was doing it right there in front of his new boss, Lord Westerdale although during our coffee I discovered that Lord Westerdale wasn't a new employer of Donald as Donald had been an apprentice groundkeeper on his Lordship's Scottish estate when he first left school and after he finished his training he was assistant gamekeeper up there.

After we'd all finished our coffee and cake, Lord Westerdale headed off home leaving Donald to measure up the rooms and windows, making a rough sketch plan of the house and adding all of the dimensions to the drawing. It seemed to me like he was about to make a move on me when Sarah came home from school. I wasn't really sure if he was making a move because I wasn't really very worldly wise when it came to that kind of thing, I was little older than Sarah is now when I was 'Squired' by Gary, I was the daughter of a gardener and kitchen maid and Gary was the son of the dairy man. I had no real idea what was going on, my mother had sent me to the dairy for a jug of milk and Gary was in the dairy on his own and I found my knickers on the floor before I knew it.

Gary's father walked in on us as the act was taking place and he dragged his son in front of my father to tell him what had happened. Gary was sixteen at the time and just leaving school to start working on the estate. He was destined to be one of the gamekeeper's apprentices and worked his way up to head Gamekeeper. My father insisted that as Gary had deflowered me he would have to marry me. We married a few months later in the church on the estate which was fortunately a Church of England church so there was no legal requirement to have a registrar present. Gary was legally old enough to get married but I wasn't really old enough. The vicar at that time was very pragmatic, he pointed out that the bible set no limit on the age that two people could marry and as Gary had already eaten of the fruit, he had to marry the tree.

Well, I wasn't sure if anything sexual was about to happen with Donald or whether it was just all in my imagination, I'd missed out an learning the skills to deal with men because Gary took me before I was ready to start to learn the skills needed to deal with boys and once I was married of course no boy would look twice at me on the estate, all the young men living or working on the estate were like a big band of brothers.

Sarah milked the cow, not because we needed the milk but because she needed to be milked, six o'clock in the morning and again twelve hours later at six in the evening. We probably used two pints of milk a day out of the two gallons that our cow would produce each day, the rest of the milk was turned into cream, butter or cheese. With so little time left in the cottage there wouldn't even be enough time to make butter never mind cheese. I might just make one last batch of cream before leaving but unless Donald took over what was left then it would just go to waste. Well, to the pig but as we wouldn't get any of the meat from the pig this year it would only benefit Donald's family or the farm manager if Donald's wife wasn't into raising pigs.

We read all evening and at bed time I told Sarah that I was going to look at a house in Ormesby the next day.

"What happened to the places you saw today?"

"They were all so bad that the UN are providing peacekeeping forces to cut down on the killings in the street. If it looks at all promising I'll come for you after school and let you see it before I say yes."

I milked the cow in the morning while Sarah ate her breakfast, Donald turned up as I was under the cow, he greeted me and dropped off bird pellets in the barn behind where I was milking the cow, "Have you had your breakfast yet Donald?"

"I have thanks, I won't bother you for long, just going to feed the birds and take a quick look around the fence for holes and look for eggs and then I've got to go and fix a section of the fence over at pen eleven. I don't suppose that Gary had any fencing wire around the place did he?"

"Go and feed the birds while I finish milking Bessy here and I'll show you where Gary stored everything. Would you like a tea or coffee?"

"Tea please, one sugar and a splash of milk."

I watched Donald throwing hand's full of bird pellets around inside the pen as he walked around checking the fence as well as looking for eggs. He must have found some because before coming over to the cottage he popped into the shed where we incubated the eggs. The usual routine for new eggs was to write the date in the end of the egg with felt tipped pen, place them in the incubator and just short of a month later there would be a chick. If the eggs were removed promptly we got on average one egg per hen every week of the year apart from the eight coldest weeks in the winter.

Donald came in and drank his tea in the kitchen at the dining table talking to Sarah about her school, he would need to find schools for his own children but was looking for the best in the area. I took Donald to a store room at the back of the pigsty where Gary had stored fence posts and chicken wire for making and repairing fences. There were also tools like a hand auger and a post slide-hammer to pound fence posts into the ground without damaging the tops.

"Where can I leave the horsebox?"

"Why have you brought a horsebox?"

"I'm going to have to take the cow and the pig down to the farm to be looked after until my wife gets here, I won't have the time to look after the birds, a cow and a pig as well as get ready for the first shoot of the season."

I gave Donald a hand to unhitch the trailer off of the back if the Land Rover and together we turned it and pushed it into the old barn out of the way. Sarah waited until Donald drove off in the direction of Pen two to feed the birds and do his daily checks.

"I don't like him mum; he's just like the boys at school, too flirty like a junkyard dog in heat."

So Sarah had noticed just how flirty Donald was too. Sarah took the very long walk towards the road where the school bus would pick her up. I busied myself until after lunch, I was cleaning everything that had to be cleaned, I sorted out all of Gary's clothes to take to the charity shop and I churned a little butter, patting it into oblongs and wrapping in greaseproof paper.

Lord Westerdale came to the cottage at one o'clock to pick me up. He drove me into the centre of Middlesbrough to a small office in a larger complex of shared offices. I asked if there was anything available in Middlesbrough but Mr Crossley said he only had one property free at the moment and that was number 37-B Endeavour Drive, Ormesby. Mr Crossley came with us in Lord Westerdale's Rolls Royce to the house. After seeing what the charity had to offer the previous day, flats that weren't fit to put a pig into I was surprised by number 37-B Endeavour Drive.

It was a detached house, built sideways on in what had been the side garden between the number 37 Endeavour Drive and the main A one-seven-four road linking Saltburn by the Sea with Thornaby on Tees, the house had very little in the way of garden but at the back of the house was open parkland that Sarah could use as her back garden. So I wouldn't be able to grow vegetables or keep an animal larger than a hamster but the house was almost new and it had two bedrooms above a large kitchen and living room that took up half of the ground floor each. The house was well insulated, had triple glazed windows and full central heating with a toilet on the ground floor and a bathroom with separate bathtub and shower. There was the smell of fresh paint and a cleanliness that was hard to achieve in a stone cottage that was older than God.

I didn't have to think twice about it but I had promised Sarah that I'd collect her from school at the end of the day so she could say yes or no to the house. I told Lord Westerdale and he looked a little pissed off with me for not jumping straight in and saying yes, then he seemed to shrug it off, he took his phone out of his pocket and phoned the headmaster at Sarah's school when he finished the call he smiled at me, "Come on then, Sarah will be waiting for us at the school gate, her headmaster has let her off school early so she can come and see her new ...prospective new home."

Sarah fell in love with the new house, it had an automatic washing machine, tumble dryer and dishwasher, all built in under the worktop in the kitchen which meant no more hand washing dishes or clothes. In place of the larder and meat store there was a huge American fridge/freezer and tons of cupboard space. She loved the walk in shower and the Tupperware bathtub instead of our old cast iron one. Sarah gave 37-B Endeavour Drive a double thumbs up, it was a lovely house in a lovely location and so close to Unity City School that she would be able to walk to school, the school was actually closer to Endeavour Drive than her walk from the cottage to the lane where the bus picked her up for school.

The new house was fully furnished which was a help as all of the actual furniture in our cottage belonged to the estate, if the furniture had belonged to me it would have been much harder for Lord Westerdale to put me out. Now all I had to do was to move all of our clothes, the soft furnishings and the pots and pans.

I'd actually put very little thought into moving all of our possessions from the middle if a field in the wilds of the Yorkshire moors to the city. I'd only once taken a taxi from home into Middlesbrough and that had cost twenty-five pounds without the tip, I'd need three or four trips so probably a hundred pounds. I'd have to look into paying one of those man and van people but that would be even more money.

Robert Crossley dragged me out of my contemplation, he told me the rental was seven hundred pounds a month and that shocked me greatly, the most the charity would have charged me was three hundred pounds and that seemed like a mountain of money to me. I started to wobble a bit but Mr Crossley steadied me by telling me that he had several tenants in his properties that had their rents paid for by the state. A contract appeared out of thin air, I just signed the thing as Robert was a friend of Lord Westerdale and I really believed that he had my best interests at heart.

Sarah and I were taken into the city centre to the council offices and I was taken through to a private office, bypassing the long queue of people with housing problems and financial difficulties. Apparently Lord Westerdale had made an appointment for me to see the manager of the benefits department, all of my details had been listed down already. I had to show the letter ordering me to leave the tied cottage and my copy of the rental contract for 37-B Endeavour Drive, I watched as the man wrote seven hundred and seventy pounds on the form, that confused me a lot, when the contract was handed back to me I spotted correction fluid had been used and a seven written into the price between the seven and the other zero.

The benefits manager typed a few keys on his keyboard and a printer buzzed into life behind him issuing a check or rather a Post Office Giro.

"Take this to any Post Office and cash it in and then take the money straight round to your landlord. We have an agreement with local landlords that they don't insist on a deposit if we're funding the rental but you have to pay him today and on the day your giro arrives every month until we can sort out an automated payment agreement, unfortunately that isn't dealt with by the emergency assistance department so it could take a few months."

It was a short walk to the main Post Office and took but a moment to be handed seven hundred and seventy pounds, another short walk to Robert Crossley's office, I handed over the seven hundred and seventy pounds, Robert counted it out and stopped counting at seven hundred pounds, handing me the rest of the money. I was doubly confused now but that money would go to help me hire a van for the day tomorrow but I'd have to try and find a driver to drive it for me.

Lord Westerdale drove us home and dropped us off at five o'clock in the afternoon; I set about using sheets and binding twine to parcel up all of our clothes and spare bedding, at six o'clock there was a knock at the back door, Donald was standing there, "Hi, I've come to collect the cow and take it down to the dairy to look after for a few days."

"She needs milking before she can be transported. She'll be uncomfortable if her udders are full of milk."

Donald rubbed his chin," I've never milked a cow but I guess I can have a go."

Sarah usually milks her in the evenings, any minute now in fact."

"Oh, how long will it take her to milk the cow?"

"Thirty minutes or so."

Sarah squeezed past Donald and me in the doorway of the cottage and headed off towards the shed. Bessy was so used to her routine that as soon as she saw Sarah walk out of the house with her bucket Bessy headed over to the shed to wait for Sarah to get there. I'm not sure how we ended up in my living room but Donald and I ended up in there amongst piles of stuff gathered up inside bedsheets and tied with twine.

"I thought I'd heard that you had your new house lined up, when do you get the keys?"

"I've got them here with me, we can move in any time now, well, once I've sorted out how I'm going to get all of my stuff over there."

"Well, we could come to some sort of deal there! I have the Land Rover outside and a very clean horsebox trailer in the barn. All of your stuff will fit in the trailer and back of the Land Rover and we could take it all there tonight and I can move in tomorrow."

I perked up a lot, there was a chance of getting everything over to the new house in one go and it wouldn't cost me anything, well, hopefully not cost me very much.

"How much would it cost me?"

Donald grinned and he reached out his hand and stroked the nape of my neck, "I don't want any money but...Well, you know I've been away from my wife and marital comforts for a whole month and it's been even longer for you, We could spend a few minutes together, it wouldn't mean anything, just a biological need that I have, not meaning to be rude, just a ride of a ride while Sarah is busy."

I was still processing the audible information and the stimulation of Donald's hand on my neck and shoulder, he pulled my face to his and kissed me on the lips, my eyes closed on instinct and as his tongue pressed against my lips they opened for him. Don't tell me I'm a whore, I know I am but the thing is, Donald was exactly like Gary, same height, same colouring, same body shape...Hell, he even smelled exactly the same as Gary, a mixture of bird pellets, sweat and pheasants. Before I could get my senses back Donald's hands were under my dress and my knickers were falling to the floor.

Donald pulled the front of my dress up under my chin and pushed me backwards onto the top of three bails of clothing, he fell on top of me and his cock was in my body before I realised what was happening. I pushed and struggled to get Donald off of me but I was too late, he had already finished, something else he had in common with Gary, a very quick gun indeed. He rolled off of me and moved over to my side, "What the hell..." Donald's mouth covered mine again, I fought him for a minute and my resilience died as his tongue slipped into my mouth again. As he kissed me he was rubbing his flaccid cock against my hip. Sarah's analogy that Donald reminded her of a junkyard dog popped into my mind as Donald humped against my hip and upper thigh.

Okay, there were a lot of similarities between my dead husband and Donald, the new gamekeeper, but one large difference between the two of them was Donald's recycle rate. If I had sex with Gary and he did his usual 'Quick draw McGraw' impersonation that would be it for the night, Gary could never be able to get hard a second time. Donald on the other hand was showing signs of re-growth within four or five minutes and as soon as his cock was hard against my thigh he slid his body over mine again and fucked me all over again.

I managed to break his kiss and looked at the time, Sarah had left the house at six o'clock and it was only ten minutes past six and Donald was fucking me for a second time. At his second visit to bat he lasted longer, even though I didn't want to climax I found myself lifting my legs so Donald could get his cock further into my cunt and I hooked my ankles together across his back and I began grunting and gasping for breath as my first real orgasm for years rolled over me, through me and buried itself deep in my brain.

Donald was just starting to deliver his second semen dump into my womb when I heard the shed door scraping over concrete as Sarah closed the doors after letting Bessy out into her pasture. Donald must have missed the noise because he was happily winding down from his climax by rubbing his softening cock back and forth in my vaginal sheath. I bucked him off of me and jumped up off the bales of clothing just as Sarah walked in, Donald was still on his knees when Sarah walked in, fortunately he had managed to stable his stallion and he grabbed my knickers off of the floor and tucked them into the bail he was kneeling in front of.

Sarah sniffed at the air in the living room and looked from me to Donald suspiciously as he got up off of his knees.

"Right, it's a deal then, you finish getting your things together and I'll go and fetch the horsebox."

Donald walked past Sarah and she took the milk into the kitchen before she came back to front me out, "So mum, what exactly is the deal?"

I felt so guilty, had I just committed adultery? Well, obviously I had as Donald was a married man but had I committed adultery against my husband? Gary was dead, I knew that eventually I'd have to get back into real life, and by that I mean dating, but I'd thought that it would have taken me something like six years rather than six weeks or just under. I also felt guilty that I was standing in front of my daughter with a man's semen running down the insides of my thighs like twin rivers of slow moving water.

"I've asked Donald to take us and our stuff to the new house!"

"And what does Donald want for helping us?"

"He'll just be happy to get into here a day or two earlier, that's all."

I brushed off further questions from Sarah as I really needed to get to the bathroom and wipe a certain part of my body.

~~~ *** ~~~

I was in my study doing a little bookwork before dinner when Donald Stuart called me on his mobile phone. I was surprised when he told me just how easily he got into Victoria's knickers, "She fought me for a while when she realised what I was doing but I managed to get off really quickly and before she could remonstrate with me I kissed her and by the time she stopped fighting I was hard again and on her second fuck she was gagging for more, spurring me on to fuck her harder! You were dead right that having the horsebox cleaned and telling her that I was going to load the cow in spurred her into accepting the lift for her and all of her stuff."

So it would seem that the beautiful Victoria had accepted her first mate so easily and such a short time after the death of her husband.

"Thanks for letting me know Donald; there'll be a little bonus in your pay packet this month."

I killed the call from Donald and dialled Robert Crossley's home number, "Robert, just a little news from the Victoria front, She's just allowed my new man to fuck her as payment for helping her move her stuff over to Endeavour Drive. It looks like if you can get to kiss her that opens the doors to her pussy, just something to think about!"

I hung up the phone and rewarded my fiendish planning success with a Napoleon brandy and a Cuban cigar.

~~~ *** ~~~

After all of our stuff was loaded into the horsebox and the few things that didn't fit in the trailer went into the back of the Land Rover which was far less sanitary than the horsebox so I put our dirty clothes in there with our food in cardboard boxes on top of those. Sarah hung back and insisted that I sat in the central seat in the front of the Land Rover. Whenever her father drove the car Sarah insisted on sitting in the middle seat. As Donald drove along his hand kept touching my thigh. I was glad that it was dark by the time we left the cottage so I didn't have to make a big thing of pushing Donald's hand away.

Before we reached the streetlights of the city Donald had managed to get his hand all the way up under my dress and had given me a petite orgasm. Once under the streetlights though he behaved himself. Donald drove down the road to our house, he turned the car and trailer around and reversed to as close to the front door as possible. It was nine o'clock by the time we started to unload our stuff from the trailer, the Land Rover was blocking the driveway to number 37 and number three so Donald emptied it and unhitched.

"Did you two manage to get something to eat this evening?"

"No, it was all such a rush and once I started to pack things up I didn't have the chance to cook anything or even dish anything up."

"I didn't eat either, I'm going to go to the chip shop, I could bring you something back if you like."

"Just a bag of chips and two small sausages please, it's very late to be eating, Sarah should be going to bed in the next hour."

No sooner had Donald left than he seemed to be back. I'd stopped unloading the trailer, made Sarah's bed and had just found the plates and cutlery. We sat at the dining table in the kitchen to eat I apologised because I hadn't found the tea or coffee making things, "Oh yes, I brought something!" Donald said and he rushed out of the house mid-way through his meal. He had two large cans of beer, he found three glasses in one of the many boxes scattered around the kitchen and shared one can of beer between three glasses.

Sarah looked at me and I looked at her. Our family hardly ever drank beer but on special occasions Sarah had been allowed to drink a little wine or beer. Sarah had about a quarter of a pint of beer and Donald and I shared the other three quarters equally between us. If I was less tired I'd be able to work out...oh yes, Donald and I had three eighths of a pint each.

After eating our food I sent Sarah up to the bathroom and to bed, I knew that it would take longer to empty the rest of the trailer on my own but Sarah could be a little cow the next day if she had an overly late night.

I started to empty the trailer again, Donald stood in the doorway watching me, "I'll help you to empty the trailer...same payment as earlier!"

'My God he's asking me for sex again, he's already orgasmed twice, what kind of a man is he?'

I remembered back to my honeymoon, one day Gary made love to me in the morning after his father went to milk the cows and he made love to me again at six o'clock in the evening, again while his father was in the milking parlour doing the second milking but that was the most sex I'd ever had in one day. Mind you, the fact that we had to live with Gary's father for the first few years of our married life with our daughter in the same room, that put a dampener on our lovemaking for a very long time.

Well, I didn't accept Donald's offer of help but he got stuck in anyway, piling stuff at the back of the sofa in the living room so that we weren't going up and down stairs all evening while Sarah was trying to get to sleep. Once the trailer was empty Donald caught a hold of me in the trailer and even though I tried to push him away his lips managed to find mine, I was mindful of the fact that I was new in the street and that for the first time in my life I was living in an area with others close by and so I couldn't make any noise. Fortunately as Donald pulled my dress up and over my head, leaving me standing in just my bra, I realised that the horsebox was so close to my house that no would be able to see us unless they were standing at my front door.

My bra was the next item of clothing to disappear, "Okay Victoria, out here on the cold plywood floor or inside the house?"

I found myself looking down at the floor of the trailer and then, inwardly, I shook my head, I actually took Donald's hand and pulled him out of the trailer, running as fast as my legs would carry me across the short gap between the back of the trailer and the front door, I was heading for the living room but Donald pulled me back, he dragged me over to the stairs and because I was naked I couldn't make any noise because if I did Sarah would wake up and catch me naked with Donald.

I pulled free of Donald at the top of the stairs and put my ear against Sarah's bedroom door. I could clearly hear the sound of her sleeping, almost snoring in her new bed. Donald grabbed me again and pulled me into my bedroom. When Donald fucked me in my old cottage earlier, time was against us, he just pulled my dress up to uncover my bra, he didn't even expose my breasts and he only pulled his zipper down so didn't actually see any of his body, this time we had plenty of time and Donald stripped off totally in front of me. He certainly had a more muscular body than Gary, what I'd taken as fat earlier was all muscle.

"Do you spit or swallow?"

"What?"

"When you suck a cock, do you spit or swallow the spunk?"

"Why would you ask that?"

"So I know! If you swallow I'll cum in your mouth, if you spit then I'll fuck your mouth but cum over your tits and face."

"I'm not...I've never...I don't do that!"

"At five o'clock this afternoon you would have said that you never had sex with anyone other than your husband but by six thirty I'd fucked you twice."

I blushed as Donald pushed me down onto the bed and turned his body so we were nose to crotch as it were and he pushed his cock into my mouth as he buried his face between my legs. A shiver of disgust ran through my body because we'd both had sex earlier but hadn't had a chance to wash afterwards so his cock was...well...could be covered in anything and I knew that there was still some of his semen leaking out of my pussy and now I had his cock in my mouth and he had his tongue in my fanny.

I'd never given oral sex in my life but I'd read about the act and knew the basics involved, I had thought the act was disgusting and never believed that I'd ever do it in my life but just like Donald had said moments earlier, less than six hours earlier I would have said there would be no chance of me having sex with another man so soon after Gary's death never mind a married man and yet here I was again, naked and with the same married man.

I have to say that I soon got over my feelings of revulsion as Donald pulled my knees up and spread my legs as wide as he could before bringing his fingers into play with his tongue and I rocketed off to an orgasm far more powerful than anything I'd ever felt in my life, way exceeding my previous best orgasm earlier in the day as I was dancing on Donald's cock for twenty minutes.

As my head buzzed with the pleasure being driven through my body but Donald's fingers and mouth I actually got into sucking his cock, I had an inner need to give Donald as much pleasure as he was giving me and as Donald felt me getting more into sucking his cock he pushed me harder, the tip of his cock brushing against my uvula causing me to gag and cough but there was still four and a half inches of Donald's cock outside my mouth.

Donald pulled his mouth away from my cunt and twisted his head to look up my body, "Take my cock in deeper!"

I pushed Donald's hips up and let his cock slip from my mouth, "I can't, I'll be sick if you push any harder."

"You won't, I've done this thousands of times, just relax, you can get all of my cock in if you really want too."

"I really want to try but it won't work."

Donald stopped rubbing with his fingers and slithered his body off of mine, he stood at the side of the bed and put his hands under my shoulders, lifting me up and dragging my body over the edge of the bed, my head hanging right over the side of the bed. He pushed my forehead back and insinuated his cock into my mouth, as he pushed in he said, "Relax, swallow as hard and often as you can, don't panic, nothing will go wrong."

Donald forced his way past my uvula and tonsils, I coughed once and then the head of his cock was past the sensitive obstruction and he pushed ever harder and his cock disappeared totally into my mouth. He took my left hand and placed it on my neck and then he pulled his cock back until the head of his cock dropped back into my mouth, when he pushed back in I felt my neck expand slightly as the head of his cock bulldozed past my voice box squashing it as it expanded my throat.

He only stabbed in and out eight or nine times before yanking his hips back and letting fly, semen covering my face and breasts. I just burst out laughing, it was a nervous laugh, mainly because thought that I was going to die, I tried to say something but nothing would come out of my mouth. Donald wiped his spunk off of my face, "Don't try to talk, you'll get your voice back in a few minutes, my wife loves the feeling of taking me that deeply, she can get it there on her own because she does it so often."

Once I got over the shock and the worry I realised that I had actually enjoyed my challenge of taking something so huge all the way down my throat. Donald helped me back onto the bed properly and we cuddled together, Donald spending ages kissing me and stroking my body all over and all the while he was rubbing his cock against my buttocks. Gary wasn't big on kissing and he never wanted to cuddle after sex. To Gary, sex was a thirty second activity and as soon as he'd emptied his balls all he wanted to do was turn over and get to sleep. I couldn't blame him really, as head Gamekeeper Gary could be called out several times a night if there were poachers about. Everyone who lived or worked on the estate would call Gary out if they ever saw or heard anything suspicious in the night.

I felt Donald's cock start to grow against my bottom just the way it had earlier against my hip and as soon as his erection was viable he pulled me back onto my back and slid his body over mine, locating my vagina and filling it again like a guided missile. As he entered my body I took a sneaky look at my bedside clock, it was eleven o'clock as his cock slid in and he built up speed and force giving me a million orgasms chained together at one o'clock he reached back and grasped my knees lifting them, pushing my knees against my breasts and then he went totally insane, he had to put his hand over my mouth to quieten me down as my orgasm was getting out of hand. He finally shot his load into my belly at one fifteen and then we kissed and cuddled until one thirty and he finally said, "I'd really love to wake up with you in the morning but his Lordship pays me to be around the estate at night. I'd better slip off now before I say bugger the job and bugger you!"

I lay there naked watching Donald getting dressed, another new experience for me, I never really watched Gary getting dressed, I hardly ever saw him in the nude, he would always come into the bedroom, turn out the light and undress for bed and in the morning he would usually have left the house before I woke up, even though I got up at five thirty every morning to milk the cow and feed the two pigs that I fattened up every year. I'd never had sex in the light before today, well, technically yesterday as it was one thirty in the morning now as Donald pulled his underpants on, he looked over at me and his cock started to wake up again but he pushed it back down into his underpants.

I waited until Donald was fully dressed and then I dragged myself out of bed and put my dressing gown on. I followed Donald down to the front door. Because of the limited space Donald had parked the Land Rover out on the road so it was quite a way from the trailer which was still right outside my front door with my dress and bra lying on the floor. I gathered up my clothes and threw them through the front door, then I helped Donald push the ramp up into place and latched it closed.

We dragged the trailer out into the road so that Donald didn't have to reverse the Land Rover up to the house, the powerful three litre engine would have woken most of our neighbours if he had pulled up under their bedroom windows. One last kiss after Donald hitched the trailer to the back of the Land Rover and I stood there like a lovesick schoolgirl waving goodbye.

I was about to go to bed when I remembered a dire warning that Robert Crossley had given me as he handed over the keys to the house, "This is a nice area but it isn't like living in the middle of a field in the wilds, you can't leave the doors unlocked or the ground floor windows open when you go to bed. Crooks are always looking for the easy targets in a built up area like this."

I locked everything that could be locked, turned out all of the lights and climbed the stairs, I'd have loved to go straight to bed but I stank of sex and stale sweat so I crept into the bathroom and took a quick shower before turning in.

Sarah was up early on Saturday morning, I was dead on my feet as I followed her down to the kitchen, "I was looking for the bucket to go and milk Bessy because it's so late, then I remembered that we're in the city now, we don't have a cow or pigs to worry about."

"No, and the garden is too small for me to plant veggies, we're going to have to buy everything we eat from now on."

"What about the two pigs, they were ready to go to the butcher, have we lost all of that pork?"

"The trouble is, we're too far away, I can't pop down to Manor Farm and cash in my coupons for pork every few days. From here it would cost more than the pork would."

The coupons, I've left them on the counter top in the old place, I didn't even have time to collect one load of meat. I inwardly shrugged my shoulders and set about breakfast, at least we had around a year's worth of cheese and four pounds of butter, I'd remembered to fill all of my reusable milk bottles with the milk that Sarah had collected while I was 'Paying' Donald for the lift back with all of our goods. That thought made me blush and I made us grilled cheese on toast. That caused another thought, I could still bake bread, I'd have to buy all of the ingredients but then I did before, the difference in this house was that I'd be paying hard cash to heat the oven with electricity rather than just collect firewood from the estate and use the wood burning stove.

The meat coupons were a system that the Lord of the manor introduced some years earlier because none of us had any way of keeping food fresh for very long, we didn't have freezers so any animals that we took to the farm to butcher and process were weighed after dressing and the butcher worked out a reasonable ratio of different cuts from each animal and he produced a book of coupons so that we could go every few days and exchange a coupon or coupons for various cuts of meat that we'd need to make meals with. I didn't actually get my own pork or beef that would have all been sold within a few days. I got freshly killed meat each time I went. That was all over now though because Manor farm was just so far away.

We spent Saturday and Sunday reading or walking around exploring our new area. I was a little lost because I was so used to working all day and every day, just washing our clothes before took ages, I had to heat up the copper, fill it with water and then use a dolly to smash the dirt out of the clothes, then I'd have to cold rinse everything before mangling it and hanging it out on the line to dry. In the new house, I just had to throw all of the clothes into the washing machine, seventy-five minutes later I swapped it all from the washing machine and into the tumble dryer for two hours and all of the time that the machines did the work I just sat there wondering what to do.

I didn't have any animals to look after, no half acre vegetable patch to weed and fuss over. But then no free fruit and vegetables either.

On Monday Sarah walked to school, I walked with her, not because I didn't trust her but I was planning on walking into town and one of the best ways to get there was straight past the school's front door. Sarah met lots of children that she knew from school as we walked along so I knew that she would be happy around here, close to all of her friends. She just needed to feel her way around.

I registered at the job centre and checked out what jobs were on offer, I joined the job club so that I could get access to help with CV writing and printing as well as the expensive postal costs. I made an appointment to see the department that dealt with unemployment benefits and Job seekers allowance.

"What qualifications do you have Mrs Hughes?"

"I can cook, bake, keep house, rear livestock..."

"No, I meant what examinations have you passed?"

"Oh, well then, none at all...I left school at fourteen to have a baby so never got as far as exams."

"Right, a condition of obtaining job seekers allowance will be to attend Maths classes as well as English..." The benefits officer typed a few keys on his computer, "...Maths classes on Monday morning and English classes on Wednesday afternoon."

So to get enough money to live I had to go back to school, I'd read the handout he gave me, if I passed the English and Maths courses I had IT skills and Hygiene to look forward to in the following six months. So they didn't really hold out much hope of anyone getting a job in their first year of looking for one.

I went to the English class on Wednesday afternoon and traipsed the streets of Middlesbrough all day on Thursday with less than no luck at all. On Friday morning I kissed Sarah goodbye, I was fortunate that Sarah qualified for free school meals as there was little or no money left to buy food. I sat down to read the jobs adverts from the free paper that was pushed through the letterbox every Thursday. I was looking for a glimmer of hope in the dingy pages but...

I was distracted by the sound of a heavy vehicle close to my front door and then there was a knock. I opened the front door to find Donald standing there. He'd reversed the Land Rover right up to the front door so that he wasn't blocking anyone else's driveway.

I was shocked to say the least, a week ago we'd had sexual Olympics, we'd fucked until I was sore and after that nothing, not so much as a phone call.

"I'm sorry that I haven't phoned all week but I've been busy getting everything ready. I took the pigs into the farm to be slaughtered and butchered and I found your old book of coupons in the kitchen so I went to see Robert in the farm shop, he told me what you would usually take over the average week..." Donald dropped the tailgate of the Land Rover, "...three Kilos of sausages, two of bacon, eight pork chops and three roasting joints and two kilos of ham. That just about cleaned out your old book of coupons. I pulled up a few carrots that looked like they were ready, dug out a few sets of potatoes some peas and runner beans as well."

I took the package of ham, "You know that this much sliced ham would cost over twelve pounds in the local shop don't you?"

"I do. We didn't have this option up in Scotland so Lord Westerdale arranged for his agent to buy in bulk and sell to us at no profit so things were a little cheaper. Your pigs came out with a total dressed weight of two hundred and ten kilos. If you like, I can keep a hold of your book and bring the same again next Friday if you like, I'd like an excuse to visit you on Fridays!"

I knew exactly what he was hinting at. He would scratch my back if I scratched his.

"Robert said that all of this pork is freezable apart from the ham, that's better off just in the fridge."

We went through to the kitchen, I put the kettle on and then started to split the packs of meat up, half in the freezer and the other half in the fridge. Before the kettle boiled I was dragged up to the bedroom and Donald and I were naked in seconds.

"Have you been practicing sucking cocks since last time?"

I pushed him away, "I'm not the kind who..."

I was always told that it was rude to talk with my mouth full and Donald had just pushed his cock into my mouth. He started working in my cunt again with his mouth and fingers. He wasn't pushing hard but his cockhead brushed against my uvula just the way it had a week earlier but this time it didn't cause me to gag or cough so I lifted my head a little higher and took his cockhead into my throat and as soon as Donald realised that I was trying he straightened his legs lowering his body down onto my face and pushing his cock deeper into my throat.

He wiggled his hips to make sure that his cock was in my mouth as far as it could go and then he began to fuck my mouth in the same way that he would have fucked my cunt. I lost count of how many thrusts he made but this was no 'Quick Draw McGraw' fuck, he lasted far longer than he did on our first outing when he only lasted a minute or less before filling my belly with his seed. I expected him to withdraw his cock again just before he exploded but he didn't, I didn't know that he was climaxing, I tasted nothing, all I felt was his cock ripple as jets of semen rushed through his cock and then he lay there gasping for breath but still driving my orgasm ever onwards with his fingers.

He lay still until his cock became flaccid and slipped from my throat and into my mouth and then I got a blast, an aftershock of semen in my mouth and it certainly wasn't honey leaking from his dick into my mouth.

We kissed and cuddled after his climax as was becoming our usual pattern and again as we kissed and cuddled he was rubbing his cock against my body, my belly this time and as his cock came back to life he said, "Would you like a coffee? If I make it now it'll be drinkable after I finish fucking your cunt."

My answer came out croaky but nothing like as bad as it had been the previous week and that time the scratchy voice wore off reasonably quickly. Donald went down to the kitchen in the nude and made two cups of coffee, when he returned he had two cups of coffee in one hand and one of the large carrots that he had brought with him but he'd taken the trouble to peel and wash it and he was holding it in a wad of kitchen paper.

He put the coffees on the bedside cabinet, "I'm guessing that if you'd never had oral sex before last week that you've probably never tried anal sex either!"

I shook my head.

"Well, don't freak out but I'm going to fuck you and start to open your arsehole up too, I promise I won't hurt you..." I must have looked totally shocked, "...you do trust me don't you?"

Well he'd been right about the throat thing so I had no reason to doubt him about sexual things, he seemed to be quite a sexpert.

He got me to kneel on the bed with my bum high in the air and my face on the bed, then he eased the pointed end of the carrot into my bum hole and started working it slightly deeper as he inserted his cock into my pussy. As usual he started out slow and gentle with both holes but quickly built up both speed and power. I missed the kissing, Gary didn't kiss me much during sex, well, for Gary it was always over too quickly for much kissing to be done. Donald was watching carefully as I climaxed, my bottom felt like it was almost chewing on the carrot and my muscles all clamped down and then relaxed again. Donald eased more and more of the carrot up my bum until his hand was touching my anus because he'd pushed as much of the carrot up as he could and he was having difficulty keeping a firm hold on it.

He suddenly yanked the carrot out of my arse causing me to scream at the top of my lungs and as soon as the carrot was out he replaced it with his cock and fucked me hard and fast up my bum until he climaxed.

He fell across my back with his cock still buried deeply up my bum, "Do you have any tampons Victoria?"

I was still gasping through an ever more powerful orgasm but managed to push my upper body up off of the mattress, I leaned over to my bedside cabinet and opened the draw taking out a tampon and handing it to Donald without even wondering what he was going to do with it.

As Donald pulled his cock out of my bum he slipped the tampon inside where it soon swelled up with all of Donald's semen to fill my hole totally.

Donald went through to my bathroom and washed his cock in the sink, he walked back into my bedroom drying his cock on my hand towel. "I've got to go soon but I'd love to fuck you one more time before I go. If you suck me I'll come back to life quicker."

I'd taken a few sips from my coffee cup while Donald was out of the room but I soon put my cup down again, this time Donald sat on my bed with his back against the headboard and I knelt on the bed sucking his cock back to life.

As soon as he was hard again he pulled me onto his lap and made me fuck him cow-girl style. He was checking the time, "I've got to finish off now or I'll be late meeting Lord Westerdale in town!"

Donald seemed to be able to almost cum at will, he had been nowhere close to an orgasm before he looked at the clock and suddenly he was filling my belly with his seed.

Once again I was dressed in just my nightgown, holding the front closed to prevent embarrassment as I stood at the driver's door of the Land Rover kissing Donald goodbye. I noticed my neighbour watching me as I reached up on the tips of my toes to reach into the kiss, he probably had a good view of my bare backside under the short dressing gown but I didn't really care, I wanted to kiss Donald every moment that we were together.

I settled into a routine of sorts, looking for work, going to maths and English classes and on Friday mornings I would wait for the sound of Donald's Land Rover pulling onto the drive. I was ready for action, wearing just my short dressing gown and nothing else, I would run out and rain kisses down on Donald as he struggled to get out of the vehicle. He would almost have to fight me off so he could unload the meat and veg that he'd brought for me.

Each time we fucked he would fill my mouth first, then my bum and finally my vagina. He always took two hours to fuck me but always left at ten o'clock to meet his boss in the town centre.

At the end of my third week in the new house on the Thursday morning the postman dropped a letter through my front door that contained the Post Office Giro for my rent. I remembered the emergency housing benefits office manager warning me to cash the Giro and take it to my landlord as soon as I got it.

I was waiting at the main Post Office when they opened the doors, I cashed the Giro and took the seven hundred and seventy pounds around to Robert Crossley's office. I had to knock on the door and Robert's assistant, I really wanted to call him Lurch but I think his name was Latka, he was an Eastern European, ex-military, monster of a man, six foot six inches tall, three hundred pounds of pure muscle. He was Robert's bag man when Robert collected the rent from people who had jobs and had to pay for their own accommodation.

I sat opposite Robert as he counted out seven hundred pounds and then passed me back the last seventy pounds again. I didn't worry about it; I just scooped it up and stuffed it into my purse. It would have barely paid for my electricity consumption over the past month.

"Would you like a drink Mrs Hughes?"

I didn't have a reason to say no, all I had to do was visit the job centre or the job club but didn't have any appointments, "I'd love one please!"

I looked around the little office, looking for where they could make drinks, a kitchen or a machine of some kind. "Latka, look after this money, take it to the bank and put it in the number two account for me please."

Robert stood up and offered me his hand, I let him pull me to my feet and he set the alarm and locked the office door behind us. He guided me around to the pub next to his office building. I asked for a half pint of cider and took a seat at the table that Robert pointed to at the back of the bar. Robert brought me a pint of cider instead of the half that I'd asked for, he had a small brandy and soda for himself. I tried to remonstrate, tried to complain that I'd only asked for a half pint because I didn't usually drink.

Robert pressed me to drink my drink far too fast, after the first few mouth's full I was feeling drunk but Robert still pressed me to finish my drink in about twenty minutes. Latka turned up, "I've got the car outside boss."

"Well Victoria, I'm heading in your direction, can I offer you a lift home?"

"I've got to go to the job club."

"But you're in no shape to go there; you look a little tipsy to me. Anyway, have you worked out just how much you'd have to earn to be better off in work than on benefits?"

I shook my head but wasn't very successful at that act, my neck seemed to be working on its own instructions. I was a little wobbly on my feet as I was guided out to the car park and into the back seat of Robert's car. Robert joined me in the back and Latka drove us towards my house.

"I do hope that you believe in doing a good turn for a good turn Victoria!"

Well, that sounds familiar, my alcohol addled brain recognised exactly what Robert was getting at, I was after all looking after Donald's extramarital needs for him running around for me in his Land Rover.'

"Yes, I'm sure I'm supposed to reciprocate one favour for another, what can I do for you Mr. Crossley?"

"Robert leaned in and kissed me, I closed my eyes, blocking my view of Latka's eyes looking at my reflection in his rear view mirror. Robert's hands were exploring the front of my blouse. He opened two buttons and slipped his hand inside my blouse, easing my left breast out of my bra cup...

"We're here Mr Crossley!"

"Very good Latka, thank you."

I saw my neighbour watching me as I got out of Robert's car, I had expected Latka to wait out in the car while I repaid my landlord's kindnesses in my bedroom but Latka was right behind us as we walked through the front door.

"Make three cups of coffee Latka, bring them up to the master bedroom."

I was pulled to the foot of the stairs and as I reached the landing I looked out of the landing window, my neighbour was at the top of his stairs and he was watching, Robert waved his hand at the man, if that had been me I would have been embarrassed at being caught spying on someone else but my neighbour just waved his hand in reply.

Robert undressed himself, he had more fat on his body that either Gary or Donald but he wasn't grossly overweight.

I said, "Do you know the man next door?"

"Well, not by name but I see him around, he goes over to the red light district on Saturday nights, I have a few flats over there and I often see him when I'm out collecting rent."

"You mean he uses prostitutes?"

"Sure, it's an honourable profession, there's no problem with using working girls."

Robert walked over to me and helped me to finish getting undressed. We were both totally naked when Latka walked in carrying a tray with three cups of coffee, a jug of milk and bowl of sugar, that wasn't the unusual thing though, the unusual thing was the fact the he was totally naked just like me and Robert.

Robert told Latka to put the tray on the dressing table, then he kissed me again, "Do you take cock down your throat yet Victoria?"

I nodded my head and my face turned bright red.

"How about your arse, can you take a cock up there yet?"

My blush deepened and I nodded my head again.

"That's great; your boyfriend had brought you on quickly. How many weeks have you been with him now?"

"What makes you think I have a boyfriend?"

"Victoria, we're all friends here, friends shouldn't lie to each other, I believe his name is Donald Stuart, he replaced your husband at work as well as in your bedroom!"

I looked shocked, "But...how...how on earth..."

Robert grinned at me, "I see you're still not used to living in a built up area, you can't take a piss at night without one of your neighbours or another gossiping about it. And your boyfriend's Land Rover wakes everyone up when he leaves at two o'clock in the morning."

"He's only done that once!"

"Well, I'm going to use your cunt Victoria ... Latka, show the lady your erection..." Latka rubbed his fist back and forth on his cock and it started to grow, both fatter as well as longer. Latka's cock was longer and fatter than Donald's, I was being given the choice so I thought more about the logistics, if both men were going to use me at the same time it would seem sensible to me that they were as far apart as possible. I tapped my lips.

"And the lady wants to deep throat you Latka, where would you like her?"

Latka picked me up like a ragdoll and threw me down on the bed, he pushed my pillows under my shoulder blades and had me in the position that Donald had used the first time he used my throat for sex. Robert was in my cunt in a flash, he wasn't in a hurry, he used Latka's pushing and pulling to get his cock buried fully in my throat to move my body on his own cock. I felt the squeeze on my voice box, the same as I'd felt with Donald but with Donald his balls hit my nose at the same time, I opened my eyes, Latka's balls were still an inch and a half away, he was crushing my voice box and there was still an inch and a half of Latka's cock left to go.

Robert's cock was about the same length as Gary's had been but Robert's cock was slightly thinner than Gary's. Robert was urging Latka on, urging him to push harder, "Come on Latka, get your cock all the way in, I've never seen you this far in a woman's throat, her boyfriend really has trained her throat to take you, all you have to do is push harder."

I felt pain and Latka fell forward the last inch and a half, and his bollocks slapped against my nose. I started to worry a lot, the pain was a worry but not overly, not as much of a worry as the fact that my crushed voice box was restricting oxygen flow into my lungs so as I began to climax and needed more oxygen it was being restricted. The room started to lose colour, everything melting down to forty-nine shades of grey. Latka had been pulling three inches of his cock out of my mouth and then ramming back all the way in as hard as he could, he did that about a dozen times and as his breathing started to become laboured and he was approaching his end game he yanked all of his cock out of my throat, there was an audible 'Pop!' inside my head as my oesophagus seemed to be trying to hold on to his cockhead. He left the head of his cock in my mouth and used his hand to finish himself off shooting a pint of semen into my mouth while Robert kept repeating, "Swallow it all, swallow it all down Vicky."

Well, a hell of a lot leaked out of my mouth because I just couldn't swallow fast enough. I'd disliked the first taste of semen that Donald left in my mouth two weeks earlier, the following week it hadn't seemed as bad as I'd remembered from the week before, Latka's spunk was no sweet deal but it wasn't disgusting either, I guess that the more semen you take the less disgusting it tastes as you become more used to the strong flavour.

Latka's cock didn't really shrink that much after he finished flooding my mouth it got soft but was still fatter and longer than most normal men. Robert dragged my body back onto the bed to a more normal orientation and he started biting at my neck and breasts as he fucked me in earnest. It took Robert ten more minutes of very rapid fucking to climax taking me through several very nice orgasms on the way.

The three of us sat around on the bed drinking coffee, Robert and Latka chatting away, I was trying to join in but it was taking far longer to get my voice back after Latka's assault that it took me after Donald's. I actually caught a reflection if the three of us sitting there casually, totally naked. It struck me as just a little funny that we could have been drinking coffee at a church social if it wasn't for the fact that I didn't have a hat on, oh, and the small point that were all still totally naked.

Latka drained his cup and got off the bed to replace the cup on the tray and he stood at the side of the bed looking down at my body, his cock had been looking at his feet but began to lift. It stopped momentarily pointing between my legs and then continued to rise until it was standing against his belly, his cockhead standing taller than his belly button. He had transitioned from totally flaccid to ramrod hard with no appreciable change in dimension.

Robert chuckled, "You ready for seconds already boy?"

Latka grinned and then he reached down and took a hold of my calves, dragging me back to the edge of the bed but this time feet first rather than head first. I was dragged along until my bottom was level with the edge of the mattress but before Latka pushed his cock down into line with my cunt Robert slid his knees under my shoulders, lifting my head up so that I could look down on the action.

Latka bent his knees and pushed his cock down. He almost scooped my body up on the end of his dick as he slowly disappeared from view behind the wild tangle of hair covering my pubic mound.

Robert whispered in my ear, "Just imagine how much better it would look if you could see it all, see his massive cock stretching your cunt wide open rather than just that straggle of hair. I'm surprised that your boyfriend hasn't asked you to clear the trees, it looks a lot better and it means that it would be harder to catch body or crab lice, no man wants to take crabs home to his wife after he's been with his girlfriend."

I exploded through a million orgasms all at the same time, I was bouncing about so much that I brought Robert's cock back to life. Latka suddenly pulled his cock out of my cunt and rubbed it twice with his hand sending jets of semen arching above my head, his spunk hit Robert's chest and then fell down over my hair and face, his second shot splashed down over my tits and then he aimed his cock so that the rest of his jets all fell into my pubic hair.

Robert shuffled out from under my shoulders to the side, he turned my face and rubbed his cock against my lips, I opened my mouth and took him in, I was pushing my lips hard against his crotch, trying to deep throat him but his cockhead only just reached my uvula but didn't pass beyond. I ended up having to do a lot more work with my mouth and tongue to make Robert cum because he couldn't use the sheath of my throat to fuck and do the work for himself. Robert's spunk almost tasted nice, it didn't of course but the more semen I took in the less unpleasant it seemed to taste to me.

I slipped my short dressing gown on as the men dressed and I followed them down to the front door, there was a little, half roof sticking out from above the front door to give people shelter from the rain while waiting for the door to open, there was a lamp holder with no bulb in it and a switch just inside the front door to turn it on or off, Robert looked up, "I told Sheila to put a new bulb in there when she took her red lamp away."

I looked up, "Why did she have a red bulb in it and why did she take it with her?"

"Red bulbs are getting harder to find since the change to low energy and she needed a red lamp to 'Advertise', you know, let punters know that she was free for business!"

I looked confused, "Sheila's a working girl, trouble was, there was no passing traffic right down here, in the winter she got business from men driving past on the main road, they could see her red light out on the duel carriageway but it was hard for them to find her once they got in the estate. She moved from down here up to number one so she gets seen by a lot more passing customers. Quite a few men drive around here because there are at least twenty girls working around the estate after the last police clampdown in the red light district by the port."

I looked up at the empty lamp holder, "So if there was a red bulb in there strangers would knock on the door for sex?"

"That's the beauty of the system, if the light is off men will go on to the next woman, if the light's on then they'll stop and knock on the front door."

I began to mull things over in my head, in the Job Club I'd spoken to a hundred people in the same boat as me, no skills, no qualifications and all hunting a reducing number of jobs and some of them had been unemployed for almost two years and I'm not counting the woman with young kids that didn't want to work but had to keep going through the motions of pretending to look, I was thinking about people who were desperate for a job and were willing to do anything, anything at all just to have a job.

I was silently looking up at the empty lamp holder for so long that Robert grinned at me, "Wondering how much you could earn doing something you seem to love?"

I blushed, "N..no, not at..."

Robert opened his boot, there was a box of red incandescent lamps and eight boxes of printed material, the labels on the boxed were all slightly different, one said, 'Vanessa' at the top of the label on the front of the box, the company was called 'Perfect Printing' and I spotted that the address for the printers was the same building as Robert's office. Robert opened the box and handed me a high quality printed card, "You'll see these in telephone boxes, pinned to trees and telegraph poles, they're even in men's toilets."

I took the card and looked at it.

Vanessa

07945 2233445

H..........£20

O..........£30

DT.........£40

FS(C)......£75

A(C).......£85

FS(NC) .....N/A

BDSM....(Negotiate)

W/S........£150 to £300


         

Crossbeck Way, Ormesby,
Middlesbrough

I read the card, the codes really didn't make much sense to me but the money did.

"So Victoria, for what we've just done this morning, I'd have to pay you more than seventy-five pounds for the full sex and thirty pounds for the oral sex, Latka would owe the same for full sex but he'd have to pay an extra forty pounds for the deep throat, so you'd have earned over two hundred and twenty pounds for two hours work with no tax or national insurance to pay."

He laughed at the look on my face at the thought that I could have earned so much just for having fun. "And all it's cost us is one hundred and forty pounds so far and we've used tax payer's money to do that. I'll give you a free red lamp if you like, Latka can put it in for you and he doesn't even need a stepladder. I don't think you'll find a red light in the shops anymore."

I was reading the card over and over again, I didn't know if I'd actually have the courage to become a sex worker but what would it hurt to have a red lamp, if I didn't want to do that kind of work I'd just not turn the lamp on or even change it for a low energy replacement bulb, so I nodded my head and Latka slipped a red bulb in my lamp holder.

I waved goodbye to Robert and Latka, the man next door was standing at his living room window smiling at me and looking from my face to the red light and back.

I turned my back on him and went back in home. I took a quick shower and all the time it was running through my mind, the money, the fact that Sheila lived right at the end of my road, well, around the corner but it was all called Endeavour Drive. I dried myself and slipped a lightweight summer dress on over my hair. I put on the minimum of makeup and brushed my hair, in the mirror I liked like a librarian.

I took a walk to the end of the road where it joined onto Ainestable Road. Number one Endeavour Drive had the red lamp lit over the front door, I checked my watch, it was ten minutes past twelve and as I waited to cross the road I saw a BMW X-five drive past the end of my road, the driver slowed to a stop and then reversed into Endeavour Drive pulling to a halt outside number one, got out and walked down to the front door.

Sheila opened the door wearing just a negligee, they spoke for a moment and then Sheila turned the red light off and the man followed her into the house. One minute later I watched the bedroom curtains close.

Within five minutes I saw another car turn into our road. The driver crawled slowly past number one and then went on, turning left down the first spur. I walked past the end of the spur and saw the car right at the end of the spur trying to turn around. I carried on to my part of the road; the car stopped at the 'T' junction just a foot away from me as I walked along. The driver watched me walking towards the corner, he looked to the right to see if he could see what he was looking for and he waited for me to turn left before following behind me slowly. I turned into the driveway leading to the four houses that linked off the drive, he watched me walk to the door of 37-B, I looked over my shoulder, he was looking above my head and grinning.

I let myself into the house and watched the man through the small windows set in the top of the door, he parked his car out of the way and then walked to the end of the drive, he looked a little disappointed when he saw that the red bulb wasn't lit. I could see that he was holding a card in his hand, very colourful and I looked to my right and I had a very similar card sitting at the side of my telephone, Vanessa's card that Robert had given me.

I saw the man focus on the small window set into the top of the door, he obviously spotted my face through the glass. He looked again at the card and then he walked up the drive and he knocked on my door.

A feeling pf panic welled up in my body, we were almost eye to eye now, just four millimetres of glass separating us, I couldn't pretend that I hadn't heard him so I opened the front door.

"I'm sorry to bother you but I'm looking for Sheila, I thought that she might live here!"

I turned the card in his hand and looked at the little photograph on the right of the schedule of costs, I also spotted that under the picture it just said Endeavour Drive, with no number.

"She used to live here until about a month ago, I think she moved to number one at the end of the road."

"Damned, I don't suppose that you're in the same business are you?"

I thought about it for a long time, he looked worried, shifted his weight from one foot to the other, "God I'm sorry, have I got it all wrong, it's just that I saw the red bulb, okay I knew that it wasn't lit but... the thing is I'm kind of in a short window of opportunity, didn't mean to insult you. I'm so sorry!"

"I'm not sure if I'm going to work ... at the same profession as Sheila, it was only suggested to me thirty minutes ago, I don't have any condoms or anything."

The man looked greatly relieved, "Well, I have a box of condoms in the boot of my car, can I come in and have a coffee or 'Something'?"

Again I took far too long to answer but instead of answering him I just stepped away from the front door, leaving the door open. He turned and ran back to his car, I wondered if he'd misread my action but he lifted the boot lid and retrieved a small box before running back to my house.

I was in the living room by the time he got in my house, he came in and stood in front of me, "I take it you're using the same scale of charges as the other girls in this area?"

I nodded my head, "What would you like?"

He checked his wristwatch, I've got forty minutes, how about full sex with a condom for seventy pounds as I've got my own condom?"

"Sounds fair to me! But you'll have to leave the unused condoms with me after you've finished!"

I stood up, took his hand and led him back towards the front door, turning right onto the stairs just before the door...

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