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Written: 16 October 2019

How I discovered I was a Whore
by Isabella

Story code: M/F, MM/F, m/F, b/f, Incest, Prostitution, Under Age, Public Sex, Voyeurism, Exhibitionism

My mother told me that my Grandpa Paul was suffering with Parkinson's disease, Grandma Ann looked after his every need, from tucking him in to bed at night, feeding him his medication, washing him and wiping his arse and she was doing a brilliant job until she had a fall.

My mother was a long-standing alcoholic, so she would be no help, I had a husband and three kids to look after but I couldn't leave my grandfather to the vagaries of council care, so, even though I hadn't seen my grandparents in more than thirty years, I left James to look after our kids...or rather Sarah to look after them all while James provided the money and taxi driving skills.

I took a train from Northampton to Newcastle, one large suitcase holding my clothes and a forlorn hope that my grandmother would recover enough to resume looking after him herself again soon.

On the train I hypnotised myself by looking out of the train's window at the kaleidoscope of colours whizzing past. I remembered my mother taking me to stay with my grandparents when I was little and my father was working away...usually Dubai or Egypt.

That was the time that she started drinking, she would have a couple of glasses of wine with dinner and while Grandma Ann washed the pots, grandpa would give my mother brandy, she would get tipsy and tell me to kiss Paul, she would say, "A girl needs to practice kissing a man and Grandpa Paul is the best kisser in the whole wide world!"

I remembered kisses starting on cheeks, me kissing his cheek, him kissing mine and as my mother got more and more drunk, she would move my face with her hands when Paul went to kiss my cheek so that his mouth got closer and closer to my mouth. I shivered as I remembered the first time my mother whispered for me to open my mouth when Paul's lips were crushed into mine and his tongue slithered into my mouth.

I forced myself to snap out of it, I hadn't had those memories...not ever...not since those weeks when we lived in my grandparent's house.

"Are you going far?"

I almost jumped out of my skin, while I'd been away with the fairies, a man had taken the seat opposite me, just a Formica covered plank between four seats facing each other.

"I'm sorry I made you jump!"

"Don't be, I was away with the fairies, my first time away from my family...ever, I've only been gone an hour and I'm already worrying that my husband won't cope!"

"Have you left him on his own?"

I was looking around, the train carriage was totally empty apart from me and the man sitting opposite me.

"I'm sorry for intruding into your space but I make this trip once a week and usually I'm the only passenger. When I saw you I was hoping for a chat to make the journey go faster. I'm Peter by the way... I blame Charles and Diana myself."

"I'm Victoria Isabella, my mother was a regophile. I actually have a son called Peter."

"How old is he?"

"Coming up for thirteen!"

"Oh, he'll be a bit of a handful...just so long as it's his own hand...you should be okay!"

He grinned over the Formica plank at me...my brain said, "I think he made a joke and is expecting a reaction from you!"

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I repeated what he'd said to myself in my head, I felt the corner of my mouth curl into a half smile, "I'm sorry, I'm a little slow on the uptake today!"

"I was worried that I'd overstepped the bounds a little...It was a little rude of me to say that."

"No, you're probably right, he's been fixated for as long as I can remember, doesn't seem like a day goes by without him having a hand full and me worrying that either he'll do something improper with someone else or someone doing something improper to him.

Peter laughed, "Boys today are far more advanced than I was at his age...does Peter have any brothers or sisters?"

"One sister two years older and another four years older."

"Lucky boy. I was an only child, I didn't have any older brothers or sisters to teach me the facts of life..." He looked for my reaction to his comment on the facts of life before he continued, "...I would have loved to have had an older sister or two to peek at when I was thirteen...I didn't even have the internet back then to learn things from. I was fifteen before I found my father's porn collection and discovered sex!"

I felt my face colour up, I looked out of the window again and the rapidly changing abstract painting that was life outside the train caused me to slip back into my memories again, Grandpa Paul used to talk like Peter sitting opposite, even when I was less than ten years old, his language was more than earthy. I went back to the day when my mother encouraged me to kiss my grandfather like an adult, and after he had slipped me the tongue, he told my mother that kissing me had revved his engine.

Mother put the TV on for me and she and my grandfather went up to bed for a lie down! Grandma Ann came in and sat with me, she kept looking up at he ceiling towards the sound of my mother laughing,, gasping and cursing at my grandfather.

Of course...the younger me didn't understand what was going on but now I realize that my mother was fucking her father while I sat watching TV.

I felt pressure on my knee, warm hands on bare knee. I jumped back into the real world and shot Peter a sour glance, "You were gone again, the ticket collector needs to punch your ticket."

I looked at his hand on my knee under the Formica plank masquerading as a table but I realised that the guard was tapping his foot on the linoleum covered floor so I forgot all about Peter and his hand still applying gentle pressure on my knee. I handed my ticket over only to be told that there was a problem with my ticket.

"You're on the fast train to Newcastle via Newark and the routing that you have paid for is via Leicester, Derby, Leeds and change to the Newcastle train at Leeds with an hour's delay in Leeds."

He wasn't being nasty about it, I looked at my ticket, it just said Peterborough to Newcastle...there were a series of codes that with the information the inspector had just given me could have indicated the Leicester, Derby and Leeds but it wasn't clear.

My attention was distracted back to Peter, he had stopped squeezing my knee and was now rubbing his hand up on top of my thigh but under the bottom hem of my dress, I looked from Peter's hand to the ticket collector's face, he wasn't looking at my face, he was looking at Peter's hand or rather, where Peter's hand was as it was hidden by my dress.

"Do I have to pay extra?"

"By rights, I should put you off the train and give you a fine for not having a valid ticket."

"Can I buy a valid ticket?"

He worked his little computer, "Last minute, Peterborough to Newcastle direct will be...one hundred and forty pounds, one way!"

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"I can't afford that!"

The ticket inspector took his radio out of his pocket and radioed through to the train driver and asked how far to the next station that he could make an unscheduled stop at..

"Why?"

"I have a passenger with an invalid ticket; I need to put her off the train."

"Fifteen miles but it's just an unmanned halt, it hasn't been used since they electrified the line!"

Peter suddenly chirruped up, "Isn't there something that could be done...something less drastic?"

"Well, if your friend were willing to be a little accommodating...I could look the other way I suppose!"

I looked him over, he was ten years younger than me, handsome in a rough and ready kind of way, slim build, well groomed...the kind of man I would fantasise about...or rather...write into a serial daydream. My usual 'Rape-Blackmailed into sex' scenario daydream...and here it was playing out in my real life. I even found myself checking out his junk and he saw me looking down there and grinned.

There was a slight lurch in the train, the driver was using regenerative braking, allowing the motors that usually drove the train to work as generators to slow the train without putting excessive wear on the friction braks.

I blurted out, "Okay, whatever you want.... I'll do it!"

He keyed the radio, "Okay mate, she's paying up, no need to stop!"

There was another jolt as the power to the motors was turned back on and the train resumed normal speed.

My suitcase and shoulder bag were moved from the aisle seat next to me on my right hand side to the seat on the other side of the train. He sat at my side...I was shocked...I had expected him to take me somewhere private, his little office at the back of the train...a toilet...even the kitchen at the end of the unused buffet car... but no, he sat right next to me and started kissing me.

Peter sent his left hand under the table to join his right, he pushed the front of my dress up as high as he could, almost exposing my knickers, the back of my dress was trapped under my legs, stopping my dress from going higher, the kiss was broken, "lift up!"

I eased my bum off the seat, the ticket collector pulled my dress up while Peter pulled my knickers down. There was a little more kissing, a little more undressing...well, I was only wearing my knickers, bra and dress so my journey to nudity was a swift one.

The ticket collector said, "Do you suck your husband's cock?"

I shook my head.

Is it a religious thing?"

I shook my head again.

Is it that you've never tried it or that you have tried it but don't like it?

"I used to do it when I was younger but my husband isn't interested in that kind of thing!"

He laughed, "When you used to do it...did you like doing it?"

I shrugged my shoulders..."I think so, but it was so long ago that I can't remember if I liked it or not!"

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He took his trousers off and sat on the table top, he pulled my head down to his lap. I knew that I had sucked a cock before but...well, there were often compartments in my brain that were closed to me, like the time I was a passenger in a car that was flipped upside down by a juggernaut. I'd seen photographs of the car, so I knew what had happened, I'd spent two days in hospital under observation but what happened between getting into the car and waking up in hospital, was still a total blank.

As my lips closed in on his cock, a little voice popped into my head, "Open wide for him...good girl...try not to let your teeth touch his cock!"

I opened my mouth wide but I was totally shocked, the voice in my head that was now saying, "When his cock is almost all the way out, lick over his cock head before going down again," was actually my grandfather's voice.

My eyes were closed but in my mind I opened them, I wasn't looking at mousey brown hair and an alabaster abdomen as I would be in real life, in my memory, he had tight black curls of hair surrounding his cock and a coal black abdomen.

The voice chimed in again, "Just suck him gently, move your head up and down...try not to cough and when you feel like coughing, try to swallow instead!"

The ticket collector was more than happy with my work on his cock, just in my mouth...nothing at all exotic. I was driving him close to his climax in seconds. The image in my head changed, the man wasn't coal black this time, he was a sailor, the uniform was American and his pocket flash said 'USS Ohio' but the face was almost Chinese or Mongolian, his trousers were open, his cock sticking out to attention, I was saying that I didn't like the taste and my grandfather said, "I've told you before, get your mouth as far down his cock as you can, start to swallow before he starts to shoot and press down harder."

Peter had taken the seat next to me now and he was finger-fucking me as I got the salty warning of an eruption to come, I started to swallow and pressed my head down harder, his helmet butted against my tonsils and I shook my head from side to side, like a dog might do with a chew toy.

I heard a pop in my head and suddenly my throat muscle was milking his cock dry as I swallowed greedily.

His cock started to shrink the instant his balls were dry, his cock head slipped back out of my throat and the bitter taste washed info my mouth.

He pulled out of my mouth before I was ready, I was still sucking after my mouth was empty. He lifted his legs and twisted so his back was to me before dropping into the seat that Peter had been sitting in. He reached over the table and pulled me out of my seat, it was as if he was trying to pull me over the table aftter him.

Peter was naked and he slid in behind me as I was held, bent double over the table. I screamed out, "Not without a condom!"

"I'm not using a fucking condom on you."

I struggled and fought but that just made him fuck me harder and climax all the quicker.

"You bastard, Peter, I'm in my fertile period this week!"

"That's obviously why you're like a bitch in heat...gagging to be fucked!"

I pulled my dress back on but didn't bother with my bra or knickers, I was going to move seats but the train was empty so wherever I went, he could just follow me.

As Peter dressed I had another flashback...my mother was naked and I was there, "Mum can do him, if she has another black man's kid, you can just sell it, like all the others...a brown baby's no good to me, John won't believe the condom was faulty when he had his bon-voyage fuck again, like he did with Victoria...I need you to make me pregnant again dad so the baby will look like Vicky! Anyway, he'll be home in six months, so it's not like I could have a kid on the off chance that it's yours and give it to you to sell on if it's half brown."

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There was an African merchant seaman standing there in the nude, my grandfather was also naked, he was angry with my mother for not looking after his friend...if that's what the African was.

"Your mother is already busy with the chief engineer from his ship, you know that you have to help out when Ann is working!"

"Well, he can fuck Vicky then...at least she's too young to get pregnant!"

I remembered pain, I remembered blood, I remembered a huge African man who didn't speak any English, he went totally crazy at the opportunity to fuck a ginger haired girl. I was fighting to remember how old I was, I remembered being given fifty pence to buy chocolate and I bought a massive bar of Dairy Milk chocolate and I still had change from my fifty pence...so I had to have been very young.

We stopped in Newark upon Trent, no one got on so the train was still empty. The loud speaker sounded, "We're ten minutes ahead of schedule, if anyone would like a coffee, the station café is open.

Peter asked me if I'd like a coffee, I asked for an Americana, he pulled me from my seat and dragged me towards the front of the train, he pushed me into the kitchen of the closed buffer car where a West Indian man was waiting, his cock was already in his hand...he was the train driver and he was watching a blue film on an iPad standing on the work surface as he wanked himself off. I had a good idea what was going to happen.

"Are you oral or missionary?"

"I'd be happy with you giving me hand relief if that's all that is on offer! But I'd really love to do it that way."

He pointed at the blue film with his cock, I looked at the blue film, the woman was bent over a table, the man was behind her, fucking her from behind...at that moment, the man turned and smiled at the camera. 'How unprofessional!' popped into my head, closely followed by, 'Fucking hell, that's Peter and the time and date stamp running across the bottom of the screen was today, less than an hour ago...so the woman being fucked was me'.

He pushed me face down on the counter and flicked the back of my dress up over my hips.

"Is Peter up your arse?" He said as he started feeling around my bum.

My response was rapid, I almost screamed out, "Not the arse...definitely not the arse!"

"Shame...no, I can feel it, you've never had a cock up your bum!"

He bent his knees a little more and stood up quickly, his rod jumped up my cunt but it didn't hurt, he slid in on a film of Peter's spunk.

I ended up watching Peter fucking me as I was being fucked for the second time in as many minutes.

After he finished fucking me and I'd taken my third load of spunk in an hour, it suddenly registered, I wasn't watching a film, it was a CCTV feed from the cameras that were mounted all over the train, "What if someone important sees that CCTV feed?"

"Michael will move it from the hard disk to his own file server and delete it from the train's hard drive...just like the file being recorded right now!"

I looked over his head, there was a camera pointed directly at the workshop.

"And if he forgets?"

"Michael won't forget, he wouldn't want to get his brother or me in trouble!"

The kitchen door opened, "Time to go mate...did you make a beautiful film for me to watch later?"

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Michael was pushed out of the way, "I only had ten minutes, you get what you got!"

I returned to my seat and the waiting coffee, "So, you and the ticket guy are brothers then!"

Peter grinned at me and nodded his head.

"So all that wishing that you had brothers and sisters was all bullshit!"

He grinned and nodded his head, "Three sisters and one brother!"

We made small talk for most of the rest of the journey, there was an announcement that we were about to start our descent into darkest Newcastle, "You only have ten minutes to conclude business!"

"Ten minute warning! Can I fuck you again please?"

I should have said no, I wanted to say no but the voice in my head that sounded like my grandfather told me not to be mean, it even demanded that I stood up and bent over my suitcase on the other side of the aisle.

"Remember...if a man is so repugnant, you can always turn your back so he can't kiss you as he fucks you!" Popped into my head.

It was fortunate that Peter just flicked the back of my dress up like the train driver had done earlier, because he was still fucking me as we pulled into Newcastle station. Peter was still shooting his spunk as we came to a stop and I came face to face with a schoolboy, standing on the platform, he'd just disembarked from a local train. The broad grin on the boy's face told me he knew perfectly well what Peter and I were doing as the train came to a halt.

I checked my watch, it was only two o'clock, my ticket bad me arriving at four o'clock...so, I'd have to ring the taxi company and ask him to come early.

"I'm sorry love, your driver has a council job first, he has to transport a special needs kid from the station to the boy's home in...actually, just around the corner from the street you're going too, if you spot the car in front of the railway station, he'll take the boy to the council home first and then drop you at your destination second."

I could really have done with a toilet break to empty my pipe work out, three loads of cum up me in a couple of hours and I'd be leaving a trail around town that a dog with a head cold could follow, even if I was wearing knickers...which of course I wasn't.

So, instead of running to the toilet, I ran out of the station, I spotted the taxi waiting at the back of the stand because he wasn't a hackney cab, rather a private hire, so he had to keep out of the way of the hackney cabs.

I tapped on his window, "Are you taking a boy to the orphanage?"

He laughed "Whatever they tell you locals the place is, it isn't an orphanage, it's one step down from prison...but you're right, I am taking him...why?"

"I'm Vicky Clarke, I think I'm your next trip to almost the same place, your office said to ask..."

I was stopped short by a hand on my arse, "You trying to steal my ride darling?"

It was the boy that had just seen me being fucked by Peter!

"I'm not trying to steal anything, I'm just the driver's next call, I was trying to save him a trip back in to town and out again at rush hour...and save myself an hour's wait at the station."

"Good thing I got here when I did, old Charley there would have jumped at the chance of dumping me for you and then he would have jumped you in some back alley on the way to your drop-off!"

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Charley, the taxi driver said, "Play nice Damian, this is a lady, not one of the tarts from the docks approach area!"

Damian said, "If only Charley had seen what I saw earlier misses...what's your name by the way?"

Damian let go of my arse, he opened the back door of the cab and pushed my case in the back, on the seat by the left hand side rear door. I was pushed in next, so I was in the middle seat, my head in a bit of a spin...asking myself why I hadn't pushed his hand off my bum, why I hadn't slapped the boy's face for touching me like that. I was thinking of telling him to mind his own business but my Grandfather's voice popped in my head again, "Never pass up an opportunity to have fun with a good looking boy or man Vicky my girl, you never know when the opportunities will stop coming along and all you'll have left are the old and the ugly ones, the guys who are desperate and willing to fuck anything so long as it's cheap!"

He slid into the right seat and looked over at me expectantly.

"I'm Victoria...or Vicky, if you prefer,"

The middle seat in the back of the BMW taxi had a large transmission hump running through the centre of the foot well, the hump was higher than most cars because it was rear wheel drive and I'd been forced to put my feet on either side of the hump. From preference, I would have sat in the left seat with my bag between me and Damian.

Charley pulled out into traffic and promptly stopped, it was just a solid line of cars as far as the eye could see and no visible reason for why. I watched as Charley tilted his rear view mirror down and lined it up with my knees. That wasn't the first time that had happened, it often happened if I was sitting in the middle seat in a taxi, especially if I was dressed up and going somewhere posh...but more often if I was dressed up and heading home from somewhere late at night. The drivers would often make small talk, trying to make me laugh, then move on to light flirting and just before my street came into view they would ask, hopefully, "What time do you have to be home?"

I have to be honest, several times since my husband and I stopped having sex, I'd been tempted to say 'I had an hour or so' but I usually didn't answer them...I think I was hoping that one day they might have stopped and tried it on with me but the usual next step was a hopeful look over the shoulder to look at my face for the first time and, "I know where we can get a late drink if you aren't in a hurry to get home!"

For many years I hadn't been in a hurry to get home, John went to bed early in his own bedroom and my bedroom was so far away that I'd never have disturbed him but I never accepted a single offer.

"If Charley had seen what I saw earlier on the train from Newark, you being fucked up the arse by Peter Porter in the middle of the second class carriage... Charley would pull off into the next back alley way and we'd both fuck you until our balls were dry!"

I saw Charley's eyes open wide in surprise.

I wanted to call Damian a lying bastard...or a fantasists but I was far too honest for that... I knew full well that if, when I phoned home tonight to say goodnight to John and the kids, if John asked me what happened on the train, I'd have to tell him everything...my only hope would be that his question would be so vague that I could say I had a lovely time on the train! Now that must say something about me... I'd been technically raped by three men, admittedly, I only said to stop because Peter was fucking me without a condom... but the sex had been instigated by a simple blackmail, the threat of a heavy fine and being dumped off the train in the middle of nowhere with no chance of continuing my journey or even returning home.

The car was silent, Damian had twisted in his seat so that his knees were touching my thigh, eyes wide open expecting me to call him a liar, my grandfather's voice popped into my head again, "The little fucker either has proof or knows he can get it...he knew the name of the guy fucking you when you got into the station!"

I whispered, "It wasn't up my arse!"

"You see Charley, Vicky isn't a low class whore who works the sailors from the docks like my mum...Vicky is a middle class whore who works the high speed train!"

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I tried not to look at Charley but I did, I could see from his eyes that he was grinning and his left hand was no longer on the steering wheel but in his lap as he looked intently at my knees. I saw his eyes flick to Damian and back to my knees.

Damian's body language said that he was about to try for my right knee...that wouldn't be a first-time either...men were predictable, Hand on my knee, gentle squeeze, pause to see if I reacted, if they didn't get their face slapped and they didn't get their hand pushed away, their hand would slowly slide up my thigh, pausing again at the bottom hem of my dress and if no reaction again, ease up under the dress... I'd be able to time it...well almost, it was a thirty to forty minutes trip. It usually took place in the cinema or on a bus...if the bus trip was long enough. So far I'd only chickened out once they reached my knickers but with Charley watching and Damian's age...

I whispered, "How old are you Damian??"

"I'm fourteen...well, I will be next birthday!"

I started out thinking I have a son almost your age and changed my thoughts to, you're exactly the same age as my son but he's nowhere near as advanced as you. 'I can't believe that I'm having thoughts like this about a boy my son's age... I'd be horrified if a forty something woman had thoughts about my Peter.'

Then I asked myself a question...'What thoughts am I actually having?'

My grandfather's voice butted in, "You want Damian to do what every other man has done but after your fuck session earlier...you won't try to stop him!"

While my grandfather was talking, Damian made his move, my right hand shot to my knee but Damian circumvented my block by a roundhouse blow, missing my knee and my hand and striking between my legs at the point where the bottom hem of my dress started and he moved so fast that his finger tips hit fur before I could stop him.

I clamped his hand in place with my left hand, the instructions to my right hand were still being processed to move to my right hand knee.

I looked in the rear view mirror, it was a good job that we were in a gridlock because there was no way that Charley could tear his eyes away from my legs.

"If you're worried that I'm a virgin... don't be, I've already made three girls pregnant at school, they were all older than me, that's why I ended up in a boy's home instead of a borstal."

I looked at my legs for the first time, my dress was right up in the air, it was only my left hand stopping Damian going further that stopped Charley seeing my pussy.

"How much will it cost to let my hand go another inch higher?"

"I'm not a whore!"

Grandfather butted in with..."Point of clarity, you fucked a black man for fifty pence when you were nine years old! Now stop being mean, Damian isn't Peter and if you let Damian fuck you, that won't mean that Peter will have sex with an older woman... unless it's you!"

A shiver of excitement ran through my body as I released Damian's hand and he lifted the front of my dress a little higher and combed his fingers through my pussy hair. Charley looked over his shoulder, Damian was now kissing me with his tongue in my mouth as he was trying to get a finger in my cunt but simple mechanics was conspiring against him. Because the back of my dress was trapped under my bum and Damian was pulling the front up, even though my feet were being held a foot apart, the sides of my dress were pulling my knees together...reducing access to my cunt so much that Damian couldn't even reach as far down as my clitoris.

He pulled his tongue out of my mouth, "Lift up a little baby."

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I pushed down on the seat, the left side of my brain was telling me to stop but the right hand side, the side that held the locked memory files from when I was younger, used my grandfather's voice to tell me that if I let Damian have his way with me, I'd be rewarded with a little more access to long closed memory files.

As soon as my bum lifted off the seat, Damian used his left hand to yank the back of my dress up above my hips and as he pushed down with his right hand, trying to open my legs too close to the fulcrum to get much leverage, I felt hands on my knees, Charley was leaning over the back of his seat to help Damian's access.

Damian slipped his tongue back into my mouth, wrapped his left arm over my neck and he started to gather the front of my dress up, lifting the front up above my tits.

Charley gasped, "Fuck me, she's stark naked under that thin dress!"

Damian pulled his mouth off of mine again, "And she's dripping wet with spunk down below as well...how many men fucked you on the train Vicky?"

"Three!"

There followed a left side - right side brain argument, my left, logical side wants me to correct my answer to two as the third man fucked my mouth...'But the first man fucked her twice, so she has been fucked three times and three different men had their fun with her, so three is a good enough answer!' My grandfather was always pragmatic when it came to sex and it had been his voice silencing my left brain.

"Fuck this traffic, I'm going to turn back, no one will be in the fish market at this time of the day!"

Damian was finger fucking me as Charley almost caused a crash as he made an illegal 'U' turn in the street and headed back towards the railway station. Just before the station he turned left towards the river, the road dropped steeply towards the river and the riverside quay. He found a spot to park where his car could only be seen from across the river or from the bridge high above us.

Damian had pulled my dress off totally by the time we stopped and I was sitting in the back of the taxi, totally naked.

Charley got out, he opened the back door and pulled me out, I was actually mid orgasm from Damian's finger-fucking. Charley told Damian to sit on the boot lid of the car, I was manhandled until I was standing facing Damian, Charley kicked between my ankles to make my feet move wide apart.

Damian just sat there, his hands behind him, holding himself up as he leaned back slightly. My head was being pushed down from behind but Damian hadn't done anything to unstable his stallion. I quickly pulled his zip down and unfastened the clasp of his waistband and pulled his trousers open.

I stopped momentarily when I saw his underpants, small white 'Y-front' underpants. 'Our Peter has the same underpants!'. The thought had come from the left side of my brain, the right side took control, made me grip the waistband of both trousers and underpants and pull them down, at least Damian helped a little by lifting his bum without being asked.

I looked at his cock as a wave of pleasure washed over me as Charley's cock filled my cunt from behind as my lips approached Damian's cock, I thought, he's exactly the same age as Peter but his cock is twice Peter's size when erect.

My left brain said, "How could you know how big Peter's cock is when erect?"

My right brain answered for me, "Because Peter leaves his bedroom door wide open when he wankes himself off, she's watched him through the hinge side of the door until he finishes himself off and wipes his cock clean, she often goes in his room before he gets dressed, she likes the smell of musk after he climaxes."

Charley was groaning through his orgasm, spurting his cream, adding it to the mess inside my cunt. I was surprised that Damian hadn't followed Charley in the spurting race but as soon as Charley fell away, Damian wriggled out from under my mouth and was hopping into place behind me, Damian took an age to cum and he loved every moment of his fuck.

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We were soon back in the car and Damian was messing about with his phone. I tried to ignore it but eventually I asked what he was doing.

"Posting a picture on my social media."

"What photograph?"

He turned the phone to me and showed me his social media page, he'd managed to take a selfie, showing himself, my face huried in his lap and most of Charley's body as he fucked me from behind, the comment, 'The best whore working the docks today!'

As we drove towards the old docks again Damian said, "So how old is your son?"

"What makes you think..."

"I've screwed enough mothers in my time to spot the guilty look of a mother who's thinking about her son while I'm fucking her and the guiltier you look, the closer to my age your son is...usually, anyway!"

"Thirteen."

"You ever seen him wanking? Or even helped him out?"

"Seen him doing it but only ever from outside his room."

He grinned at me, "I used to leave my bedroom door open when I wanked myself as well, I was always hopeful that my mum or sister would see me and offer to help."

"You had a sister?"

"Have a sister, my grandmother offered to take her in after my mother was declared an unfit mother."

"Why didn't your grandma take you as well?"

"Two reasons, the first was that the council wanted me under their control. The second, my grandmother could make a lot more money out of an eleven year old girl than she could out of a thirteen year old boy! There are ten punters looking for a young girl to one looking for a thirteen year old boy at any one time."

I sat in silence as we crawled through the road works that had held us up earlier, once we started moving freely again I said, "Earlier you mentioned the name of the man on the train that I was with, did you know him?"

"He was only my Uncle Peter...wasn't he?"

"What's his last name?"

"Porter, we're all bloody Porter's in this area, all the whites are anyway...and a lot of the mixed race are too but a lot of them officially have other names!"

"How come so many people are called Porter in this area?"

"My teachers...the ones who like using big words to beat people down...would say something like, 'Nominative Determinism!' They were called Porter so they moved to the docks to become porters but really, the men were called Porter because they worked as porters, they married and the women folk couldn't work as porters because they couldn't carry the load off the ships...so they stayed at home and looked after the foreign sailors needs for money...most of the Porter women are whores in our area!"

'Shit, my mother was a Porter...she was born in this area and some of the memories that had become unglued during the afternoon led me to believe that my grandmother, my mother and I, could have sold or been sold for sex in the past. I could be related to Peter Porter...and by extension...related to Damian!'

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My right side brain, still using my grandfather's voice said, "At least if Peter knocked you up, you can convince John that he made you pregnant last night when he had goodbye sex with you!"

My left side brain chimed in...strangely using my husband's voice, "His sperm would have had to have been in cold storage for fourteen years to make that believable!"

I was being mocked by my own subconscious, both halves of my brain knew full well that sex had been off the agenda since I fell pregnant with Peter...not at my insistence, I would have loved to fuck with John every now and then, it was just that I wasn't willing to have a fourth baby because of my health and John wouldn't have sex if there was no chance of a baby after.

Charley took me home first, I think so that Damian would know where to find me the next time he was horny.

We pulled up outside my grandparent's house and Damian insisted on taking my suitcase for me, he knocked on the front door, Ann opened the door, "Hi Damian, what are you doing here?"

Damian showed her my suitcase, "I've brought this for Vicky aunty."

"Oh...okay, put it up in the back bedroom for her."

I walked up at that moment, Charley had let me off my payment because the council were paying for that trip.

Ann kissed my cheek, "You'd better get straight up or the little bugger will rob us blind! And don't forget your manners...give Damian something for helping you!"

"How much?"

"Damian is family, we never pay with cash...see what he wants, hand...oral...well, work it out with him, I'll give Charley a cup of tea while he waits for Damian to do you."

I actually took the stairs two at a time...Damian was waiting in front of the back bedroom doorway, he was totally naked already and while he was waiting, he was talking to my grandfather, calling him Uncle Paul.

I pushed Damian into the back bedroom and closed the door, "Do you want a wank or another blow-job?"

"I want to fuck you again, front or back, the choice is yours!"

I pulled my dress off yet again and lay on my back on the bed. Damian climbed aboard me and started fucking me and kissing me. It took him a while to cum and after making his delivery, he lay panting on top of me and suggested that I have a word with Ann about alum, "I would have cum ten times faster if you had been tighter inside!"

I dressed in just my summer dress again, I was beginning to enjoy the freedom of not wearing my bra or knickers, freedom to move as well as to fuck at the drop of a hat...or that was the theory but so far the men who wanted to fuck me, wanted me naked, so the way I was dressed was good for that as well, I could be nude at the drop of a hat!

I had a quick look around the house, it was clean... spotless in fact. I kissed my grandfather on his cheek, he couldn't get out of bed on his own and Ann couldn't wash him. He couldn't control his arm or hand movements, every movement was massive and jerky.

"What do you want me to do for you first grandpa?"

His voice was at a very low volume but his words were clear, "I have a massive case of blue balls, they are aching like buggery!"

"Grandpa... you're over ninety, surely you don't still need to have sex!"

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Ann suddenly stepped into the room, "I've given him an orgasm at least three times a week, right up to my accident, it's only been oral sex or a wank for the last three years since by brittle bone got bad but I've kept him as happy as I could until I hurt my back and shoulder."

Ann walked over to grandpa's bed and pulled the sheet down, he was naked under the bedding, "Can you remember how he likes you to suck his cock?"

"You want me to suck his cock?"

"You can get on top and fuck him if you've gone off giving oral!"

His cock was flaccid but his balls did look swollen, I put my hand on his cock, it was like touching a dead fish.

"I'm not sure that I could get him hard!"

"You just leave that to his Amyl Nitrite darling!"

Ann popped a small pill under his tongue and within five minutes he had eight inches of rock hard cock standing to attention. I sucked him off with Ann standing there giving me reminders of what he liked best. The volume overwhelmed me, it flooded down my nose and escaped between my lips and his cock.

"That happened because you didn't seat his cock head inside your throat properly...you had no problems doing deep throat when you were eight...don't you give John deep throat when you suck him?"

I wiped my mouth and blew my nose before I cleaned Paul up, "John would never allow me to suck his cock so I'm a little rusty!"

I sniffed him closely, "Grandpa, you're a little ripe, would you like a bed bath?"

If you can help him out of bed, and help him to the bathroom, you can give him a proper shower but you'll have to actually get in the shower with him to wash him."

"How about it grandpa,. Would you like a shower or a bed bath?"

He grinned, "Shower, it's been months since I last had a shower."

I sat him up in bed and draped his dressing gown over his shoulders, I pulled him to his feet and spotted his cock had re-grown, his climax had softened his cock but the effect of the heart pill had kicked in again and he had an eight inches plus bowsprit pointing the way to the bathroom.

I pulled my dress off once again, turned the shower on and helped Paul to get under the water. All the time I was washing him, he was trying to fuck me, Ann said, "His heart pill will only last another fifteen to twenty minutes so stop washing and let Paul fuck you."

We fucked face to face, I picked up a few bruises from his flailing arms but the fuck was lovely and opened up a few more memories from my early childhood when my father was away working in the Middle East in the oilfields. I suddenly remembered that when I was about eight, I climbed on Paul's knee and straddled his cock and was disappointed that he still couldn't fit in me. My mother was in one bedroom 'Working' with men and Grandma Ann was in another, Ann had told me that once I could get Paul's cock in me, I could have the little bedroom and work a few men myself...so I was really disappointed that Paul still couldn't fit.

As I dried Paul, Ann was dabbing at my nose, Paul had head butted me in the face at the moment of his climax, I was so lost in my own orgasm as well as yet another memory file from my childhood opening for me that I hadn't felt the blow.

I remembered being so desperate to get my grandfather's cock in me that I tried to get him in me several times a day, even though I knew that every time I got him hard, it would be my responsibility to empty his balls after, either with my mouth or my hands. In the end it wasn't Paul that took my virginity, it was a black man...Ann had taken an African sailor up to my mother... I'd already seen one flash of that memory on the train...this time that memory came in more clearly.

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I was naked in Paul's bed, I'd had another unsuccessful attempt at getting his cock in me and was sucking his cock when my mother said, "I'm not letting Franklin fuck me again, I don't want another black baby...it wasn't too bad last time, John was away for a whole year so when I found the baby was black I had time to get the little bastard adopted before John got home, all I had to do was tell John that the baby had been stillborn but I don't have that luxury this time, John will be home before any birth so I'm only doing white guys this trip."

Ann already had one of Franklin's crewmates following her into a bedroom, both men were black so it wasn't like they could swap customers...that's when I was dragged into it, I was already naked, standing at Paul's bedroom door watching the argument on the landing, my mother grabbed my shoulder and pushed me at Franklin, "He may as well fuck her...at least she can't get pregnant!"

"Ann, did my mother have a black baby before she had me?"

"No darling, after you, an African sailor called Franklin managed to rip the condom to shreds because he fucked her so hard. Your mother was over the moon thinking that she would have another of Paul's baby's, she was hoping for a boy but when the baby turned out to be black...even though it was a boy, she got rid of him."

"How did she get rid of him?"

My mind was racing...the kind of woman my mother was...I could imagine her doing almost anything...even infanticide.

"I sold him to a middle man who had a customer looking for a baby boy somewhere in Doncaster... I got a thousand pounds and the middle man got two thousand. If it had been a black girl, I'd have gotten four thousand and the middle man eight...an unregistered girl is worth a lot more than an unregistered boy."

"Why is it important for the baby to be unregistered?"

"So that the new parents can say that the baby is theirs and register it as if it were their child...and, an unregistered child won't have any one looking for it. If it had been a girl, she would have been bought by a whorehouse down south and worked to death...and no one would have even known she existed!"

"How come my mother stopped bringing me up here with her?"

"Your father became suspicious and stopped working abroad, he got a job in Northampton and refused to allow your mother to have any contact with us ever again... that's what drove her to the bottle...she couldn't survive with just one man's love!"

A huge lump of Paul's spunk fell from my cunt...reminding me that I'd taken delivery of a gallon of spunk so far today...slap bang in the middle of my most fertile period... I'd need to do something about it...and quickly...especially as all of the semen could belong to one relative or another...well, except for Charley, the taxi driver.

I finished drying Paul and myself, I put on a clean dress but nothing under it and asked if Ann would be okay while I popped out for a couple of hours.

I went to the local doctor's clinic and asked to see a doctor. The receptionist wasn't at all friendly, she told me that the special clinic was closed and I'd have to come back at eleven o'clock the following morning.

There was a crash of metal drawer slamming shut and a handsome mixed race man stepped forward.

"Are you a registered patient here miss?"

"Misses...Mrs Clarke... I'm registered in Northampton but I'm up here looking after my sick grandparents!"

He turned to the sour old baggage of a receptionist, "Give Mrs Clarke a temporary registration, assign her to Dr Patel's list but as soon as you've registered her, send her to my room."

It took a while for me to get through registration and eventually I knocked on the door marked Dr Whitfield.

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"Thanks for seeing me at such short notice Dr Whitfield."

"I'm actually Dr Porter...a very recent discovery in the darkest and dustiest branches of my family tree told me I was adopted as a baby! Now what can I do for you Mrs Clarke?"

"I need the morning after pill please."

"Why do you think you need that particular treatment?"

I had unprotected sex with a stranger this morning and I'm in the middle of my fertile period."

My left brain said, "Twice and four times this afternoon!"

My right brain responded in Paul's voice, "She only had to mention one to get the pill!"

"I'm required to tell you that the morning after pill must not be used as your 'Normal' means of birth control"

"Abstinence...I didn't plan for it to happen...it was technically a rape."

"You should report it to the police."

"I couldn't do that, my husband would find out and he wouldn't be able to cope with knowing I'd had sex with another man, especially if I ended up pregnant. You see I have medical problems, if I had a fourth pregnancy, I could go blind or end up with kidney failure, even a heart attack so my husband has refrained from sex with me for almost fourteen years, all because he believes it is a sin to have sex if there is no chance of a baby!"

"But still, if you don't report a rapist this time, it could be much worse for the next woman!"

"It wasn't a violent rape, he blackmailed me into letting him have sex with me...mind you, if I'm honest doctor, after fourteen sexless years, and being the first time I was free of my family, I would have just let him without the blackmail, just so long as he had used a condom."

"I need to examine you to ensure you aren't pregnant already, if you have a foetus which is more than just a few days old, the morning after pill may not be fully successful and could lead to life-threatening complications. Would you like a chaperone to be present?"

"No thanks doctor, the fewer people that know the better."

I see that you are wearing a dress, I need to examine your breasts as well as give you an internal examination, would you like to lower the top first so that you can remain mostly covered up..."

I removed my dress and stood in his office totally naked.

He slid the stirrups into the end of his examination couch and positioned me on my back with my calves in the stirrups and left my bottom half wide open and exposed while he palpated my breasts and checked them over with a fine toothed comb before moving down to my belly. When he finally got to my pussy he used a lamp to look deep into my vagina, "Did you say you had unprotected sex this morning?"

"Yes!"

"The semen inside your vagina looks to be far more recent..."

"Yes, when I got here, I had sex with...ERM...an old lover, after all, the damage had been done in the morning, I couldn't get more pregnant!"

He actually laughed at that comment.

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"Well, I'm happy that you aren't currently pregnant so I can prescribe the morning after pill and give you a birth control implant. There is one verify of morning after pill that you take one pill and the termination is rapid and violent, I often give that pill to my sex workers so that they can go back to work quicker, but I'd like to give you the two pill medication, you take the first pill now and come back in an hour for the second part, you will start your normal period in six to eight hours after the second pill."

"Do I have to make another appointment with 'Frosty' the receptionist?'

The doctor was injecting my left arm with the birth control implant as he said, "Well, you can but I was rather hoping that you would let me buy you a coffee and that you'd answer a few questions for my private research project...I could give you the second pill in the cafe."

So, once I was dressed I found myself walking past the receptionist, I was given the standard bag of provisions that all the prostitutes expected from the special clinic, a month's supply of condoms and a box of medicated wipes. Alexander left by the back door and met me at the side of the building, "I see that my receptionist insisted on treating you as if you were a sex worker, even though I made it clear to her that you weren't a prostitute."

There was a greasy spoon around the corner from the clinic, managed by Ivy Porter but Alexander assured me that they served excellent coffee.

We made small talk, he flirted with me and I thought, 'it's a good job that John and the kid didn't come to Newcastle with me, the way the locals treat sex so openly, I'm sure that both my daughters would have succumbed to the charms of people like doctor Alexander, Charley the taxi driver and especially Damian the juvenile delinquent!'

Alexander told me about his research, he was studying what forces that drove women into the sex industry...he had interviewed prostitutes, strippers and porn stars but after meeting me, he wanted to add me into his research as well.

"You mentioned in my office that you and your husband haven't had sex together in thirteen years...how do you keep yourself sane?"

"Not sure that I am sane after this morning but I tend to masturbate... I masturbate a lot."

He smiled at me, "Can I record you as we speak?"

I nodded my head.

He set up a pocket recorder, "Would you rather have me refer to you as Miss P or Mrs C?"

"I think I'd rather be called Victoria."

He started recording, "Victoria, please tell me in your own words about your sex life over the last ten years."

"I haven't actually had sex in the last thirteen years...well until earlier today when I was blackmailed into letting a man have sex with me."

"Can you tell me about the thirteen years leading up to today please Victoria?"

"Well, the first year after my son was born, sex never entered my head...about twelve years ago I started masturbating myself, just once a month or so at first."

"When you masturbated, did you use images...pictures, videos, films or did you read text, like erotic fiction?"

"I just fantasized about things...things happening to me..."

"Go on!"

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My main fantasy in the beginning was of having sex with a stranger, just a casual meeting that dissolved into sex at first, then my fantasy turned into rape scenarios...not violent rape, just being taken by force against my will, or blackmailed...like this morning."

"What made you transition from just casual sex with strangers to being raped?"

"If I remember, a man pressed against me in a crowded shop and I rushed home and imagined him going further in the crowded shop but in my fantasy I was trying to stop him fucking...is it okay to say fucking?"

"Use your own words, nothing is barred."

"So in my fantasy I was fighting him off because too many people could see us...I had a more powerful orgasm than usual because I was trying to fight him off or because people could see me. I had the rape fantasy for about a year and then my fantasy changed slightly, less rape and more public sex."

I was sitting with my back to the counter where Ivy was flitting around, cleaning things, there were two men at the back of the room about thirty feet away from our table. I was actually facing out into the street with a window that was twenty feet wide by ten feet high, traffic was driving past, an occasional man walked past. Ivy's café was half way between the area where younger women worked men in their own cars or took their customers into alleyways, to give them sex in the open air while standing up and the area where the whores had houses to take customers in. The men passing by always looked in the café to see if any working girls were taking a break before moving on.

Alexander picked a moment when few cars were in the street and no one was walking past.

"Do you think that you could actually have sex in public?"

I remembered back to this morning, sex on a train in the open while passing houses, sex with Charley at the side of the Tyne, I smiled and nodded my head.

"Would you be willing to dress provocatively in a public place?"

I looked over my shoulder, just to make sure that all the players in the room were still on their spots and I lifted the hem of my dress, exposing my cunt to the street, I even parted my legs as wide as possible, "Like this you mean?"

Alexander smiled at me, then a man walked past, he looked in the window, did a double take and continued past.

"I'm really impressed, I expected you to chicken out and cover up when that man walked past!"

I just shook my head, "I think after this morning I could do anything...or anybody."

The same man walked past again from the other direction, he stopped and did a double take again before entering the café. He paid for a coffee and sat at the table next to ours. He nodded at Alexander, Alex smiled in return. The man sipped at his coffee while looking at my exposed thighs, "Not much about today, I think the police did a sweep around the street a few minutes ago."

Alexander said, "They were just disrupting the lunchtime trade, they do it most days at this time!"

"I don't suppose you know anywhere close by where's a man could get a little help do you mate?"

"I've seen girls working the alleyway opposite, the police didn't go down there today, so there may be girls down there."

The man almost burnt his mouth drinking his coffee so fast.

Alexander looked at me seriously, "Would you go down an alleyway like that to have sex with a man?"

I didn't answer, I dipped my hand into the clinic's shopping bag and broke the seal on one of the boxes of a dozen-dozen condoms and took a few out to put in my handbag.

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The man was just entering the alley as I stepped out of the café. He waited for me half way down the alley.

"I thought you were a Tom...how much?"

I looked over my shoulders, I could see Alexander watching me from the café, "Twenty for hand relief, thirty for oral, fifty for a knee-trembler against the wall!"

He took fifty pounds from his wallet and handed the cash to me, I checked the street, cars were driving past but no one looked like they were taking any interest down our direction. I took his cock out and rolled the latex down it. I checked that Alexander was still looking at me and I pulled my dress off over my head so that I was totally naked again.

He was so excited at having me naked in the alley that he filled his condom in double quick time. I pulled the full condom off of his cock, tied the mouth, then I pulled my dress back on and as I walked back to the café, I wrapped the condom in a tissue and deposited it into a bin in the street before entering the café again.

Alexander's face was split in two as I walked in, he shook his head, "I've never seen anything so sexy in my life!"

I dropped the fifty pounds on the table, he gave me a strange look, "Well, you pimped me out to that guy over there so the money is yours!"

He handed it back with a laugh, "It was worth fifty pounds just to watch you work!"

He started his tape recorder again, "So, you covered your rape fantasy and your exhibitionism fantasies, did you have any other fantasies Victoria?"

"I think the next phase I went through was imagining going to a party with my husband and towards the end of the evening, when everyone was mellow and happy, I'd be dancing with one of my husband's friends and he would go too far right in front of my husband, kissing me and touching my body through my revealing party dress, I would, naturally, reject his advances. John would then offer his friend a lift home and insist that I sat in the back seat of the car with his friend."

"Was that all for that fantasy?"

"That particular scenario ran for about seven months, each time I ran through that fantasy, I went further and further with his friend while my husband watched. I'd also increased the frequency of my masturbating, doing myself around once a week and increasing the number of orgasms as well as intensity"

"What was the next step?"

I felt my face colour up, I looked around the café,, "I guess the next step was incest!"

"Am I right in thinking that you have three children, one boy of thirteen and two girls, fifteen and sixteen?"

"Yes, that's right."

"So which of them did you include in your fantasies?"

"None of them really...well not until last night...no, my next phase of fantasies involved my father, my father-in-law, my husband's brothers and at first it was just them fucking me one at a time, then two of them at the same time...including anal sex! And it eventually resolved into them taking me to sex parties or orgies where I served all comers and eventually on to dogging scene."

"Do you mean where you have sex with a dog?"

He looked disappointed when I shook my head, "No, not sex with dogs, dogging involves going to a car park somewhere out in the country at night, where men congregate in the hope that someone will bring a woman...and if no woman turns up, the men will happily look after each other's needs until a woman turned up. In my fantasies, I'm given to up to seven men in a session but while one man might be fucking me, others would be touching me or I them so I guess it's just the orgy fantasy but played on in the open under car headlights."

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"You mentioned your thirteen year old son, how has he featured in your most recent fantasy?"

"Yesterday, while I was trying to get things ready for my trip up to Newcastle, I washed and ironed everything that needed ironing, I was taking Peter's clothes to his room, I thought that Peter was out playing football, his bedroom door was wide open and he was looking at his computer screen and wanking himself off. I walked in on him as he was using a pair of satin knickers around his cock to rub through and while he was masturbating, he was looking at pictures of me and his sisters dressed in just skimpy bikinis. When he saw me he erupted, he didn't cover himself, just lay on his bed naked with his spunk plastered over his stomach."

"Didn't you say anything?"

"As I put his clothes away, I suggested that he ought to take a shower after playing football!"

"Was that all?"

"I picked up the knickers off of his bed, they were Sarah's size but I'd never bought her any satin knickers and I noticed that the crotch of the knickers had a crust of dry semen but not from Peter wiping his cock on, the semen had dried while the knickers were being worn and folds and creases had been 'Starched' into place. So last night's fantasy was my son fucking Sarah...or Dawn..or both, while I was watching them. I think that was why I allowed that man to blackmail me on my way to Newcastle this morning!"

"How often would you say you masturbate at the moment?"

"Three or four times a day, at least six days a week!"

Alexander checked his watch, I'd reached that morning's event so he decided to terminate the interview at that point.

As I'd told him all about my life, he told me all about his, especially his latest findings about his adoption. "For thirty eight years I was convinced that I was Alexander Whitfield, my mum was Debby and my father was Terrance! But last week, out of the blue, I found a receipt in my father's papers. 'Baby Porter...three thousand and my date of birth.' I have to say that I was suspicious as to how a woman like Debby Whitfield could end up with a mixed race child like me...of course, being a doctor I understand the whole recessive gene and characteristics skipping a couple of generations but, being adopted makes more sense."

"What made you think that you were from this area?"

"The receipt was from a book printed for the Dock Workers Union of Newcastle-upon-Tyne!"

My hour was soon up and I was given my second dose of the morning after pill.

Alexander said, "I'm enjoying our conversation so much that I wish that it took three hours between pills!"

I agreed to meet him for coffee after his sex workers' clinic the following day and headed back to my grandparent's house.

Ann greeted me at the door, "Can you remember Franklin, the African seaman that took your virginity?"

"Yes."

"Well, Colin the taxi driver took him to the Seaman's Mission this afternoon and told him that I had a working girl staying with me for a few days and Franklin would like an hour with you this evening."

"As in fucking me for money?"

"Yes, let's see what the Special Clinic gave you?"

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"How do you know that I've been to the Special Clinic?"

"I was still using the clinic every month until three years ago... everyone in a five mile radius knows what that carrier bag contains."

Ann wouldn't take no for an answer, she insisted that I take a shower and use her bidet to clean my cunt for my customer...I was about to say my first customer as he would be paying one hundred pounds to fuck me but my first paying customer was many years ago...actually, it could even be the very same man that took my 'First blood' but I'd never remember him.

"Was it the same Franklin that made my mother pregnant all those years ago?"

"Yes it was."

"Who got rid of my mother's little problem?"

"Richard Porter, he was a second cousin."

"What was his job?"

"Full time official of the Dock Workers Union as well as a part time adoption agent and abortionist!"

"Can you remember the date my mother had the baby?"

"Not really, but you were just coming up for five I think. When it turned out that Paul couldn't have been the father because the child was mixed race, your mother said that she would have to buy you a dolly for your birthday as you had your heart set on a little baby brother or sister!"

The dates coincided with the date on the receipt that Alexander had mentioned his adoptive father had hidden in his private papers as well as the union headed paper!

I cleaned myself up, put on a sexy nighty, virginal white and almost totally see through, I met Franklin at the front door, I got a few funny looks from girls working the street, Franklin was almost seventy and had been a regular customer of the girls working the roads leading to the docks. The girls obviously knew Ann, she had taught many of the working girls their trade but the surprise was me opening the door...dressed for work!

I stood on the tips of my toes, wrapped my arms around Franklin's neck and planted my lips on his...he stepped away from me with a shocked look on his face.

"I'm sorry Franklin...did I do something wrong?"

"Shit woman...I thought you were a ghost, I haven't seen you in over thirty years and the last time I was here, you refused to have anything to do with me. I thought that Ann just killed you dead for showing her up! And, you haven't changed so much as a hair on your head in thirty years."

"Your mind must be playing tricks on you, the last time we met you took my virginity and Ann charged you the same price as you would have paid for my mother...just because of the upset she caused by refusing you. Ann bitched for weeks after that, Paul was supposed to break me in gently but if she had to give me to a customer, my cherry would have been worth five times as much!"

"You're never Victoria!"

Franklin stepped back in to kiss me again and I started to unbutton his shirt.

"Working girls don't usually have time to let me get undressed these days, most want extra if I want to take my trousers all the way off!"

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I pushed his shirt off of his shoulders and it fell to the floor behind him, I opened his trousers and pulled them down, his cock was still as big and hard as it ever was. After he jumped ship twenty years earlier he had been working on the roads, digging and the like and even after he finally retired at sixty-five, he'd kept busy digging graves a few times a week to make him a little 'Whore' money.

His cock was standing against his belly, he was more virile than many men half his age. I knelt in front of him and took his cock in my mouth and he pulled away again, "Sorry darling, I got no money for extras...just straight sex!"

"Franklin... I am not a whore, I'm a married mother with three kids at home in Northamptonshire and I'm only looking after you because Ann said you were her best customer for the last ten years that she was working. So, at the end of our fuck, you'll pay Ann the agreed price...not a penny more nor a penny less but I'm going to fuck you how I want to do it...okay?"

"You looked even more like your mum when you said that!"

I took his cock in my mouth and started working him, I'd planned on giving him loving oral, rather than business oral! With business oral sex, the object was to get him off as quickly as possible, suck him hard, suck him fast and use your hand to help. But loving oral sex was longer and slower, suck gently, play with his cock rather than massage it, when he got close, stop and change it up, lick his balls, talk to him and twenty seconds later, take him in your mouth again...loving oral sex should last thirty to forty minutes and rarely end in a climax unless that was the way your lover wanted to reach his happy ending.

I hadn't practiced oral sex since I was a small child until today but it all came back to me and I realised that I was damned good at it and that I actually loved doing it too.

I gave Franklin thirty minutes of oral sex before I stopped him, still well short of his happy ending. I took a hold of his cock and pulled him to my bed, I pushed him down onto his back, rolled one of my free condoms down his cock and straddled his hips. I rode him 'Girl on top' style until he came close to his happy ending again.

As I was fucking him I played my usual sexual scenario from when John and I actually still had sex...I was using that image to slow my fucking down.

John and I never shared a bedroom, when John wanted sex, he'd ask me if I wanted an early night...that was my cue to go to bed, change into a clean bra and pair of knickers, put on a particular nightdress, freshly washed and pressed white linen knee length nighty. I'd have to turn my bedroom light off, lie under the sheets with my knees no more than a foot apart and wait for him to come to me. He would kiss me once...twice if it was a special occasion, he would lift the front of my nighty to about half way up my knickers before rolling on top of me, he would pull his cock through the hole in his underpants and pyjamas and then pull the leg hole of my knickers to one side and insert.

I would have to lie perfectly still, keeping my knees the requisite foot apart and try to control myself...if John thought I was enjoying a single moment he would stop fucking me until I calmed down. To John, only a whore enjoyed sex...so a proper wife would never have anything as vulgar as an orgasm!

Well, I was orgasming for England in the Newcastle-upon-Tyne sex Olympics as I rode Franklin hard but still mindful of stopping him reaching his orgasm.

I fucked him for twenty minutes before I dismounted and ripped his still empty condom off. I replaced the condom with a fresh one, lay on my back, pulled him on top of me and hooked my heels over his arse and dug them into his buttocks to encourage him to fuck me harder and faster.

When Franklin finally filled his condom, we'd been fucking non-stop for two hours.

As soon as he stopped filling his condom, I pushed him off of me and on to his back. I pulled his condom off quickly, tied a knot in its neck and tossed it casually on top of the first condom I'd used on him that was sitting in the bin.

I lay at his side, kissing and cuddling, my body half covering him, my inner thigh just rubbing his cock gently. I only stopped when Paul called out that he needed a piss.

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While Franklin dressed himself, I took a bottle in to Paul for him to pee into. I was still naked as I kissed Franklin goodbye, just inside the front door.

Ann gave me sixty pounds, Franklin had been so happy with our fuck that he'd paid twenty pounds over the odds and I got fifty percent.

I looked at Franklin's full condom in my bin and I got a stupid idea. I took a fresh condom and dropped the sealed condom full of Franklin's spunk in to a new clean one and tied that one too.

Ann was on the phone, "Vicky...will you look after your cousin Gordon, he's looking for oral sex and is willing to pay thirty pounds."

"Gran... I've not come to Newcastle to work as a whore, just to help you and granddad until you are fit enough to look after him by yourself."

Ann bitched so much that I said, "Look, I'll service one man a day for you, I'll give him full sex for my own pleasure, what you charge him is your business but he has to pay after we've finished and not before!"

It would suit me to have sex with one man a day while I was stopping in Newcastle as it would save me having to masturbate myself once a day...much less than the frequency that I'd slipped into at home but perhaps a two hour fuck would cover my needs for the day.

I actually slept in bed with Paul all night so that I could look after him...I had a few more bruises by the morning from his uncontrollable arm movements. I also fucked him twice while thinking about Alexander and what it would be like to have sex with him.

My period started early in the morning so I used a tampon to catch the fallout. My period was actually less traumatic than usual because of the birth control implant flooding my body with oestrogen and progesterone but the blood flow was faster than usual.

I was waiting in Ivy's café at twelve o'clock on the dot, I started my caffeine fix and sat waiting for Alexander, he appeared at twelve-twenty to find three men trying to pick me up. I wasn't being rude, just explaining that I was waiting for a friend...one man had just said that he'd take us both on for a hundred and fifty, when Alexander turned up, my suitors vanished into the mist.

"Sorry Vicky...did I spoil your fun?"

"I was just about to take a hundred and fifty pounds for one of them to fuck us both!"

"Was he at least tall and handsome?"

"Tall and handsome don't have to pay unless they are psychologically disturbed!"

We made small talk until Alex got a phone call, one of the street girls had been picked up drunk and the local police station needed to know if they could question her or if she needed to go to the hospital for treatment.

Alex finished his coffee and kissed me goodbye, I stopped him.

"Alexander...if I could get a sample of DNA from a man I suspect to be your father...would you be interested in it...I mean, could you use the sample to prove or discount him?"

"More than interested!"

I opened my bag, "Here, double wrapped for freshness!"

He took my double condom and dropped it in a specimen jar from his Gladstone bag. He stopped at the door and said, "I prescribe that you have some fun, I can't see me getting back this afternoon unfortunately."

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As I walked out of the café the guy that offered me one fifty for me and my friend...until he saw my friend was a man, sidled up to me in the street, I have a car in the car park, how about oral for twenty?"

"Going rate for oral is thirty on the street and forty-five in a house!"

"Okay, thirty pounds but I don't want a quick service like some of the younger girls give... I want a premium blow-job!" I was actually glad that all he wanted was oral sex as the pathway to my heart was blocked by a tampon.

We sat in the back seat of a beat up Range Rover, he handed me forty-five pounds and I pulled his trousers down, I sucked him as if he were my lover, gave him an hour's pleasure before there was a knock at the back window of the car.

Alexander was watching me sucking the man's cock, "I thought that it was you, do you have time to finish our coffee date?"

"Be with you in a minute darling!"

He couldn't complain as I'd given him an hour's loving oral sex but now I took him to his happy place in just two minutes. It actually took almost as long for me to put my tits away inside my button fronted dress and flatten it down over my hips so that I'd look respectable when I climbed down out of the back of the car.

"Did you have fun Vicky?"

"Just killing an hour or so...just in case you got out of prison early enough to finish our date!"

"Not many girls would suck a cock for an hour in public ...just to pass the time while waiting for a date to show up!"

"To me..it's just fantasy number six hundred and twelve!"

We walked to Alexander's house, he made coffee and we sat in his living room, "What are you going to do with the sample I gave you?"

"Already done, I use the same laboratory as the police use, I popped it into their currier box because it was being collected as I arrived at the police station."

"When will you know the results?"

"I paid for a rush job, I'll get the results by Friday at the latest!"

I finished my coffee and was just looking around his room.

"You look lost!"

"I expected to be in your bed by now!"

He laughed..."I would have tried by now...usually, that is...it, there's something about your eyes and mouth... it's like looking at myself in the mirror. If you had a flatter nose...maybe a good suntan...I could be looking at my twin sister!"

He started laughing out loud, "Mind you, I've seen my familial features in at last twenty members of the Porter family since I came here to work and complete my book on Determinism in the Sex Trade in Newcastle. I'm starting to think that I am imagining the similarities!"

"Would you like me to go home?"

"God no....what I'd really like is for you to hang out with me for the next hour...totally naked so I could look at your wonderful naked body...how much would you charge me?"

"For you, I'll charge one cup of premium coffee for every thirty minutes I'm naked!"

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"You're not going to make much of a living as a whore at those rates!"

"I only charged the guy in the Range Rover thirty pounds an hour for sucking his cock, that won't make me rich either."

I stripped totally and walked around his living room, I was moving around for his viewing pleasure.

"Are you sure that you don't want a sexual service from me?"

"You're fuelling one of my fantasies right now...the one where I have an older sister who always looked exactly like you...sometimes mixed race like me, some times full African or full white...like you and I catch her walking around home in the nude or just knickers!"

"And what did you do to your fantasy older sister?"

He gave a nervous laugh, "Just watched her...usually as she took a bath...sometimes I'd masturbate...hoping that she'd catch me."

I walked out of the living room, climbed his stairs, I found his bathroom, started it filling with hot water. I was sitting in the bath soaping my body when he looked around the open doorway, he gasped when he realised that I was playing the part for him.

I pretended to see him all of a sudden, I jumped as if startled, "God Alexander, you scared me to death...I thought that you were dad sneaking around. Do you need a bath? Are you a dirty boy?"

I talked to him as if he were Peter and I was Sarah...the similarity was uncanny, I had seen almost this exact situation play out at home several times. I talked Alex into the bath with me and I washed him...all over! Then I persuaded him to wash me. I lay backing the tub, my legs wrapped around his waist and I masturbated myself while he watched me closely.

"I have to go to class, are you sure that I can't help you to cum before I go?"

I saw him shiver and a little fountain splashed up onto his belly.

"Best fucking fantasy of my life...by far!"

I climbed out of the bath and started to dry myself. "Do you often climax without touching yourself?"

He just sat in the bath watching me as I dried myself.

"More often than I like to admit to...like yesterday, when you pulled your dress off in that back alley, I messed my underpants, ten seconds flat."

"If you had a real sister, would you want to fuck her in real-life?"

He gave me a stupid boy grin, "Definitely!"

He watched as I fitted a new plug of cotton wadding in my cunt to catch my menstrual blood flow. It seemed to give him a jolt of pleasure just watching me do something as ordinary as inserting a tampon.

"How is your period going so far?"

"Much heavier blood flow than my usual period but no cramps so far.

"That's down to the birth control implant...do your breasts feel tender yet?"

I lifted the weight of my breasts in both hands..."Actually, they do feel a little bit tender now you come to mention it!"

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"The more tender they feel now, the bigger they usually grow over the next six months...if you're a thirty-six 'C' cup breast now, you'll probably end up a thirty-eight 'D' cup by the end of the year."

I shook my hands full of breast mass in his face, "As if these fuckers aren't big enough...you pump me full of drugs to make them bigger!"

I laughed but he looked more serious..."I could actually get into trouble for having a 'Relationship' with a patient I've treated!"

"Not as much trouble as you'd be in for lusting after your sister!"

"Yes...but that's a fantasy as I don't have any sisters!"

"A week ago you didn't know you had a real father...you don't know what kind of family you'll find when you finally get to talk to him."

I got dressed, he pulled on a bath robe to show me to the front door, I was dressed to go out in the street, but Alexander was still wearing more clothes...even though it was just the robe.

I went back to Ann, "Is Gordon still happy with just oral sex tonight?"

"He's borrowed some money from his friends, he wants what you gave Franklin. Franklin has been spreading the word about you, I've already turned ten men away looking for sex with you today!"

"It might get messy with Gordon tonight, I've started my period today."

Ann laughed, "You didn't need to learn the family trick the last time you were working here, you hadn't started your periods back then."

Ann fetched a make up sponge, a little over two inches in diameter and a quarter of an inch thick, made of dense foam, she formed her left hand to look like a cervix and wrapped the sponge over the tips of her fingers...I instantly got the picture of how the sponge worked.

Ann said, "With one of these in, I could fuck for four or five hours before it needed changing...after you use it, just wash it, dry it and it's ready to go again. One pack of sponges lasted years, a million satisfied customers!"

I did a little cleaning, I got Paul out of bed and showered him just as Dr Patel called to check on his medication. I had a long conversation with the doctor about Paul's uncontrollable arm movements. Paul was given a new tablet to help him moderate the more violent arm spasms.

I was asked if Paul's heart condition was worsening as he was using more of his Amyl Nitrite pills than he should.

"I think he actually uses half of what I give him doctor, his jerking is so bad that the pill often ends up being spat out on the floor so I have to throw it away and start again..."

Dr Patel seemed happy with my lie and even increased the number of tablets he could have each month.

I had a bath and washed my cunt out in preparation for my cousin Gordon's visit...slipping the sponge deep in my cunt ten minutes before he came to call.

I'd tried to phone John and the kids before Gordon's visit but the phone wasn't answered so when George came in I had to warn him that my husband might call while I was looking after him and if my husband did call, he would have to keep quiet.

I gave Gordon his thirty minutes of oral sex and was at the point that I was sitting on his cock and riding him when my phone rang, not the incoming telephone call sound but the request for a face time connection.

I told Gordon to keep quiet and I stopped riding him but remained connected to his cock.

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John and the kids were all in a hurdle, the kids were in their night clothes and...a total surprise...John seemed to be wearing just a dressing gown, possibly with nothing under it but John never left his bedroom unless he was correctly dressed as a rule.

I saw Sarah and Peter having an elbow digging in the ribs fight with each other so I had to say something, "What's the problem Sarah?"

"Why blame me, it's his fault!"

"But you're the oldest and you promised to help look after Peter and Dawn for me until I get back!"

"Acne face lost something of mine that he took without asking!"

"Was it peach coloured and small?"

Sarah's face coloured up instantly.

"Look in the dryer, I put them in the last wash I did on Sunday night!"

Sarah ran off, Peter chased after her, I mumbled, "Good night Peter, good night Sarah!"

Dawn looked uncomfortably from her father to me, she could tell that I was in my nighty and her father was virtually naked compared to how she usually saw him.

"You can go to bed too Dawn if you like."

"Thank you mummy!"

"Good night Dawn!"

She waved over her shoulder as she ran out of the door.

Gordon was slowly raising his hips and lowering them, keeping his pleasure going as well as keeping his cock hard.

John got up and closed the door...

"I need you home darling... I really miss you. You're so good with the children, that fight has been going on for two days now and I had no idea why... they wouldn't tell me. And you sorted it out in two minutes flat"

"I was surprised to see you wearing just a dressing gown in the living room darling!"

I was surprised to see you wearing a nighty...especially one so see through."

"I've worn this nighty for twenty years... it's actually quite threadbare now."

I pulled the front of my nighty tight against my body, my tits showed clearly.

"I've never seen it before..."

"But darling, you only ever wanted me to wear my long cotton nighty in bed and only then if I wore a bra and knickers under it."

"Yes, I've been a fucking idiot but if you come home I'll try hard to change!"

"What makes you think I won't come home?"

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"Your dad...he had to drag your mother away from the Newcastle docks, he told me yesterday for the first time, when you were conceived, he'd just left England on a twelve month contract, six weeks later, your mother phoned him in Egypt to tell him that she was pregnant, and it must have happened on his last night in England...he'd worn a condom as usual but your mother claimed it must have been faulty. He really got suspicious four years later, he was on another year long contract and six weeks in, she phoned to tell him she was pregnant again."

"I remembered my mum being pregnant...she left me with her parents for a few days and came back not pregnant and no new baby!"

"Well, she told your dad that the baby was still born but he was suspicious, he thinks that she was knocked up by a foreign sailor and that the baby came out mixed race so she dumped it on a church steps or something. Your dad said that he got home a few days earlier than planned after one contract and you and your mum were still in Newcastle. He jumped the first train to Newcastle and he said that he found girls...young girls as well as women working as prostitutes on the street... actually out in the open in broad daylight..."

I saw John press his cock down stopping his erection tenting his dressing gown up.

"...I have to say I was disgusted but...was he telling the truth...how would you know...you were still only ten when he dragged your mother back to Northampton...I guess he could have been spinning me a yarn to worry me but he said that there were four men in your grandparent's house, he said that you were there with Paul and he could hear the sounds of sex from the bedroom, he ran up, kicked the bedroom door in and found Ann in one bedroom screwing a man and a naked man in another bedroom who said he was waiting for Ann to finish in the other room. They told your father that all six men were going to have sex with Ann but your dad couldn't find your mother anywhere"

"No, he was telling you the truth, from the end of my grandparent's street, towards the docks, the whores worked out on the streets...if a large cargo ship came in you'd think nothing of seeing eight girls working the crew..."

John was struggling to keep his cock under control.

"...John, darling...if you have an erection...why don't you do something about it."

"I can't, not while I'm talking to you on the phone!"

"Darling... it's expected... mandatory almost for a married couple who are more than two hundred miles apart to have phone sex."

"What if one of the kids come down and catches me doing something like that?"

Just run up stairs quickly and kiss them good night, close all three bedroom doors, you'll get plenty of notice if one of them opens their door!"

John almost pole vaulted to the living room door. I muted my phone and put it face down on the bed.

"Gordon...how long will it take you to recover if you climax now?"

"Thirty minutes!"

I started to fuck him enthusiastically, I even added in vaginal muscle clenches to get him off quicker. My Grandmother used to insist that any moment I had nothing to do, I had to imagine that I was holding a pencil inside my cunt and I had to grip it, let it slide down a little and clench to catch it again...I was taught that before I even started having sex with men and it was so engrained in my brain that I still did it today every chance I got.

I got Gordon off and sent him to my grandmother for a coffee after promising to give him another hour on top of me once I'd finished my conversation with John.

I un-muted my phone as I picked it up, I was still gasping for breath after all the hard work it had taken to get Gordon off and the orgasm I'd given myself.

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"I was a little worried there, your phone seemed to be jumping up and down and you couldn't hear me!"

"I just ran into Paul's bedroom, it was time to put his antivirus cream on his cock for him...when I got here on Monday, he'd been so long without a shower that he had a bad infection under his foreskin."

"You went into your grandfather dressed like that?"

"Sure...I wasn't going to spend twenty minutes getting dressed and making myself presentable, just to slap a little cream on his cock...he is over ninety you know!"

"ERM, Sarah seemed to be talking to a boy on Skype...all she was wearing was a T-shirt and orange knickers...is that okay?"

"John, she's sixteen, she's old enough to get married and have kids if she wants, I'd rather her have cyber sex with him than be in his house doing the real thing!"

I saw the tent suddenly grow in front of John's dressing gown again. "Open your dressing gown John."

"I'm still not sure if I can... it's really hard to change so much overnight!"

"I'll set the ball rolling..."

I propped my phone up on the bed and pulled my nighty off over my head.

"...there, now you."

I got John to open his dressing gown wide and I started playing with my breasts for him to watch, I even managed to lick my own nipple before I started masturbating. I didn't even get close to my happy place, John fired off in just a few moments, painting his belly cream and white...

John closed our connection down moments after his climax...even before he'd wiped his belly clean. 'Typical man!' I thought to myself, 'Once the clamax is over, cut and run!'

I called Gordon back in, I rubbered him up again and lay on my back, "it's up to you Gordon, cum as quick or as slow as you like but you have to change condom after thirty minutes if you still haven't finished!"

On Wednesday I actually wore knickers and a bra for the first time in three days, cheap and nasty but colourful. I opened Alexander's front door without him hearing me, I pulled my dress off and walked in his living room in just my bra and knickers.

"Have you seen my stockings anywhere Zanda? I'm going out on the pull tonight and need to look my best!"

Alexander had been shocked that someone had walked in his house without him hearing, double shocked that all I had on was knickers and stockings and the fact that I was playing his older sister dressed so provocatively had caused a wet patch on the front of his trousers.

"I can't bloody screwing hell believe it... thirty seconds to premature ejaculation and the woman was thirty feet away at the time...must be an all time low, even for me!"

"Zanda...did your big sister do a bad thing?"

He laughed, "I wish you really were my sister Vicky!"

"Careful what you wish for Zanda darling!"

This time I wouldn't take no for an answer, I actually sucked Alexander's cock back to life...as soon as he was hard, he fired off, I swallowed his load and kept right on sucking. Eventually he got hard again and it took him five minutes to climax on his third try.

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Wednesday evening Sarah called me earlier than the day before.

"Mum, dad caught me...did dad say anything to you last night after he kissed us good night?"

He said that you were talking to a boy and all you had on was knickers and a T-shirt!"

"I've been waiting all day for him to come to his senses and kill me to death but...well...he has actually been happy all day... it's very unnerving not knowing when the chopper will fall."

"Who was the boy that you were skyping with?"

"His name is Martin but you don't know him."

"Did he buy you the fake satin knickers that Peter used to masturbate into?

Sarah blushed, and nodded her head.

"And did Martin leave the dried crust in the gusset of the fake satin knickers that I had to wash out?"

Her blush deepened, she hesitated but in the end she nodded her head and then she thought what to say, "It wasn't his fault mum, I wanted to do it, he even used a condom but ...you really don't want to hear this do you?"

"I actually have a keen interest in sex all of a sudden...I'd like to hear whatever you feel that I need to know!"

We were in bed on Saturday, he got over excited and managed to rip the condom...just at the wrong moment...that's about all really!"

"How old is Martin?"

"A bit older than me."

"How much of a bit?"

"Double."

"You mean like thirty-two?"

"Yes, thirty-two."

I saw Sarah set her jaw ready for a fight.

"And what does Martin's wife think of him screwing you?"

The look on Sarah's face was priceless, it was pure, 'How the fuck did you know?'

"He's going to get a divorce from her."

"Where were you in your cycle?"

"I have my fingers crossed that I was still safe...but it's touch and go really...he is putting a bit of pressure on me to do it again this Saturday...he says that the damage is done so we may as well make the best of it!"

"See the school nurse tomorrow, tell her that you need the morning after pill...if she won't give it to you then make an appointment with Dr Gordon tomorrow night. You'll be offered birth control, take the implants option!"

Dawn came in and the telephone relay race began, as Dawn took the phone, Sarah wandered off, "Where are Peter and your father?"

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"Peter is in his room looking at dirty pictures on his PC and dad is still in the bath... he's been in there for ages... he's even had a shave and it's ages till Sunday so he'll have to do it again before then."

I spent a few minutes chatting to Dawn and then she took the phone to Peter's bedroom. Peter was naked and as Dawn walked into his room, he took his cock in his hand and shook it at Dawn, "You should let me start you off, Martin Pole won't hurt you so much when he screws you on Saturday!"

Dawn threw the phone at Peter, "Mum's on the phone you fucking halfwit!"

Dawn stormed off and Peter picked the phone up, "Sorry about that mum!"

"About what darling?"

Peter looked confused at first but he happily let the subject drop...if I wasn't going to bust his chops about his offer to take his sister's flower, than he'd forget it too.

"What are you looking at on your PC?"

He pointed the phone's camera at his screen, he was making up a montage of family pictures, basically picture of me and his sister's in bikinis and a few pictures of Dawn topless, wearing just bikini bottoms but before her breasts actually developed very much and a few pictures of Sarah in her bra and knickers. A week ago I would have thought him a very disturbed little boy.

I realised that showing me his montage had excited him and now, as we spoke, I could see from his shoulder movements that he was wanking himself off.

"Can you take the phone to your father while you still have the strength to walk?"

John was in his bedroom, the baton was passed over, as a parting gesture, Peter turned the phone, grinned at me and said, "Goodnight mum, see you tomorrow" and he was gone.

John closed and locked his bedroom and as he walked to his bed he dropped his dressing gown to the floor before flopping down on his bed totally naked.

"I take it that you enjoyed last night!"

"A lot but I felt uncomfortable because the kids could have walked in on me so...tonight I can relax."

We talked about our day, and as we talked, we both just masturbated ourselves gently for the other to watch on screen.

John had found a new gadget online, it looked like a hearing aid, fitted inside your ear but it was a Bluetooth headset for a mobile phone so that he didn't have to hold his phone in his hand, he propped it up on his bedside cabinet and as we talked he was looking away from me.

I felt a little miffed at him, I was naked and massaging my body and he wasn't even looking. I mentioned that to him, he laughed at me, twisted his phone a few degrees and I spotted that he was watching the feed on his sixty inch plasma screen at the end of the bed.

"It's disconcerting having you look away when we play...move the phone to under the TV."

"Peter showed me how to do it, he's almost as good with computers as you are dear."

We were actually avoiding mentioning sex, we just chatted as we masturbated slowly. John had bought me one of the new in ear headsets and it would be delivered to my grandparent's house early on Thursday morning.

"Hey, I bumped into Sue Riley at the shop earlier, she asked how your grandparents are and if I was missing you...she said that all I had to do was phone her and she'd come over and help me out! Wasn't that nice of her?"

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"Very sweet darling but I suspect that she wasn't offering to cook or clean for you...more look after you in your bedroom."

"I'm sure she didn't mean anything like that...this is sleepy Northamptonshire, not the Newcastle docks red light district."

"I'd hate to paint her blacker than she is but tomorrow check your father's property ledger, you'll see that her cottage has a zero rent and it says FSR at the side of the value!"

"But, FSR means..."

"Yes, For Services Rendered...and you know what that means!"

"You mean my father and her..."

"You can say fuck darling but it isn't just just your dad that has his feet under her table, your brother's, Ron and Paul certainly visit her...I think she took Simon's virginity at your father's request, but if you do call her...buy condoms first!"

We spoke for thirty minutes and then I encouraged John to climax, I faked my orgasm because my customer had turned up.

I gave my Wednesday night customer the same sex plan as my cousin Gordon and Franklin got...there was no expectation on his part, he was a casual, Charley had picked him up at the railway station and the guy had asked Charley if he knew of a good quality whore in town. The man had been disappointed when Charley had driven him to the docks but he brightened up when he met me...he brightened even more when I sucked his cock for thirty minutes.

He tried to stop the girl on top part of the show but I told him that he may be paying but I was in charge so he lay back and rolled with the show. He was surprised when after an hour of sex, thirty minutes oral and thirty minutes girl on top, he still hadn't cum.

As I pulled his still empty condom off, he said, "I only usually get thirty minutes tops for one hundred pounds...mind you, the tom usually lets me climax for that money!"

"You get to climax in part three, you can cum as quickly or slowly as you like!"

After thirty minutes I stopped him again and swapped his condom for a fresh one and let him fuck me again. He fucked me hard, I wasn't actually trying for an orgasm I was perfectly happy to just take his fucking. He fucked me harder and faster, it felt like he was actually trying to hurt me. As the pounded me hard, I thought that perhaps I should take my orgasm...and just then, he finally pushed the right button combination and I went berserk under him, digging my heels hard into his buttocks.

Amazon delivered the little earpiece. At eight o'clock in the morning,. I paired it with my phone and checked the controller app, it reported that the earpiece had only ten percent battery life left so I hooked it up to an inductively coupled charger to fill the battery.

At twelve o'clock, my phone reported that the earpiece was fully charged.

I checked on Paul, toileted him, sucked his cock and medicated him before I dressed in a thin white 'strappy' summer dress with nothing on under it.

I skyped with John, "just thought I'd test the new earpiece out and do a walkabout in the area so you can see if my father was lying or not!"

"Will there be any girls working this early?"

"I'm sure there will be!"

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I walked to the alley where I'd made money on that first day of madness. I saw a girl wamking a septuagenarian's cock. I flicked from front camera to the rear and zoomed in!

"Fucking he'll, she looks the same age as Dawn!"

"She must be around that age...the docks and the street girls are from here to the left and to the right are house workers! Which way should I go?"

"Left...definitely go to the left!"

I showed John two girls trying to interest the same man driving past slowly on the other side of the road, I filmed the car turning in the road and crawl slowly to my side, he stopped at my side, dropped the front passenger window and said, "You looking for business darling?"

I looked at John's face on the screen, flicked to the camera on the back and walked over to the passenger side window, I filmed in the car, his cock was out and he was wanking slowly.

"I'm sorry darling but I'm not a street worker!"

"I can pay to use a room!"

I laughed, "I meant that I'm not a sex worker...why did you pass the two girls that offered you sex and stop at me?"

"The way you're dressed, your figure...the fact that you're over sixteen, your lovely smile!"

"Well, thank you, I'm really flattered, if I was looking for sex...I'd definitely give you a big discount."

He drove off happy looking for another woman in the street.

I pulled John back to the front camera, I raised my eyebrows, what do you think...would he have made a good lover?"

"God I'm so horny...I can't believe it, I've never masturbated before and now it's four days on the trot and I'm so sore it's unbelievable... it's more unbelievable how sexy you were when you dealt with the guy...you turned him down in such a lovely way that I started doing it all over again."

"Did you see his cock? I couldn't be sure that I caught him on my camera!"

"You did...and in super close-up too! I thought that he'd have difficulty finding a woman to take him with a monster like that!"

I filmed three more girls trying to attract passing men and I turned down three more offers myself.

"It's amazing how four men have asked you to have sex for money so far and five girls, much younger girls, have been totally unsuccessful!"

A voice from behind and to my right, "Excuse me...sorry to bother you, but are you Vicky Porter?"

"I was in a former life...you look like John Porter!"

He grinned at me, "So at least you remember me...what happened to you?"

"My father got a job at British steel and moved us to Northamptonshire!"

"Well, you broke my heart, I'd posted the ban's and everything...it was going to be a wonderful August wedding and you ran out on me!"

"John...this is my first ever boyfriend!"

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John Porter looked confused.

"JP, this is my husband...also John but John Clarke!'

I turned the phone to JP, he looked more shocked than confused now.

"Sorry mate, I didn't realise that you were busy, I apologize for butting in like... I'll leave you to it...any chance of a coffee though before you head back down south?"

John said, "You should take him up on his offer for a coffee!" in my earpiece.

"You're not butting in JP, I'm just showing my husband around...we could go to Ivy's café, they don't have anything quite like it down south."

I was left to pick the table while JP fetched the coffee.

I panned the camera around the room, "This is your first multiple choice question! I can pick a table in the middle of the room with one seat on each side of the table or the one in the alcove with two seats on one side and two opposite!"

"What's the difference?"

If I sit in the alcove... he'll probably sit next to me and try to put his hand up my dress like he did when we were at school!"

"He wouldn't try anything in a public place like this!"

"I'll let him choose then but if he tries anything... you'll have to tell me to stop him if you want him to stop!"

JP came over, he smiled at me, looked around at the available tables, and then put the two cups of coffee on the table in the alcove, so that we would be facing the back wall.

I looked at John's face on the screen and heard him groan.

"Are you sure?"

I was looking at JP but my question was directed at John.

"You know what happened every time we sat next to each other at school!"

JP laughed..."I'm sure!"

I looked at John and raised my eyebrows at him!

"I'm sure too!"

Within thirty seconds JP's left hand was on my thigh, easing my dress up until he could see fur, thirty seconds later, his zipper was down, he was holding his cock in his right hand, rubbing slowly as he stroked fur...he couldn't go further because my knees were closed tight together.

I flicked my phone to text and flashed my thumb over the screen, 'what should I do now?'

John could still talk to me in my ear without JP hearing him.

"Open your legs for him!"

I spread my knees wide open giving JP easy access to my cunt.

'Is that all you want me to do?'

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I heard John groan, "Touch his cock!"

I reached over with my right hand and started to wank JP slowly. "I can't remember if we were related or not JP!"

"First cousins...can you remember the first time I touched your pussy?"

"First year of primary school...I told my grandmother on you...she told you that you couldn't fuck me!"

"I didn't think that you would sit next to me again but the next day you sat right down and lifted your dress to show me that you weren't wearing knickers...just like today!"

"I only ever wear knickers when I'm at home with my husband and kids. I never liked wearing underwear but my husband would hate to catch me without knickers on!"

"I'm a changed man... I'd love it if you stopped wearing underwear down here as well!"

JP groaned and stopped my hand rubbing his cock.

"You haven't lost your touch darling, I almost fired off then...but sadly I seem to have lost my touch...you always climaxed way before me when we were kids in school."

I said that I was a little over worked down there, "Too much cyber with my husband over the last few days!"

"Did you and JP do anything more than just mutual masturbation in the classroom?"

"When was the first time I sucked your cock in the classroom?"

"I think we were eight...Mr Fletcher used to pop into his store room once a day, it took him seven minutes to smoke a cigarette but it only took you five minute's to make me cum with your mouth."

"I wish I could see you suck JP right now!"

"And then we graduated to going to your house at lunchtime...that must have been about the same time!"

"What...full sex at eight...no fucking way!"

JP said, "No, we were nine years old but my fun was short lived, you disappeared before we were ten!"

John's voice came in my ear, "The black man on the table behind you is watching you closely...he looks like a big fucker!"

JP let me take him to his happy place. I used an 'Ivy Porter' paper napkin to wipe my hand clean, as well as JPs cock, and I left the café.

"What do you want to see next? How the girls in the upmarket area work?"

"I wish I could have seen you sucking JP's cock...especially in that café with everyone around you. Hey, that black man from the café is behind you again... I'm a little worried for you!"

"Should I tell him to piss off?"

"Would you let a black guy do anything with you?"

"Would you like to see his black cock fucking me?"

John groaned again, "Oh...fuck...yes!"

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I slowed down and stopped at the entrance to a derelict gentleman's outfiters shop, the door was set back in a recess, three feet deep, the floor of the little area in front of the door, was covered in used condoms.

"It looks like some of the street girls use this doorway to make some money!"

"They sure do baby...who the hell are you talking to anyway?"

I turned my phone to show him my screen, "I'm giving my husband a guided tour of the area I grew up in!"

A huge black hand pushed me into the recess, "I can show him what we do to pretty white wives around here!"

He started to ravish me in the derelict shop doorway, I pushed him away.

"You can't have sex with me without a condom!"

"You're in no position to stop me!"

"John, do a screen capture of his face and if he tries to force me to do something against my will, email it to Crime Stoppers..."

I looked at the black face towering above me, "How long would it take the police to find a six foot five inch tall African man if they had a close up of his face?"

He kissed his teeth...the way West Indians often did, he was pissed off because I'd thwarted him.

I turned the screen to face me, would you like to see me do something with..."

I looked up into the African man's face again, "name?"

"Marcus!"

"...Marcus darling?"

"Well, I've never seen oral sex up close in real life before...would you suck his black cock?"

"If you don't have a condom...would you like oral sex Marcus?"

He smiled at me and nodded his head. One side of the doorway's alcove was a solid brick wall, the other side was a tall but narrow shop window and the boarded up door was at the back.

I propped my phone up on the windowsill, had my back to the door, Marcus was blocking any view of me from the street and I opened the front of his trousers and pulled his cock out, John gasped when he saw the size of the black cock, I wrapped my left hand around his cock, my little finger touching his pubic hair, then just to give John a better perspective, I wrapped my right hand around his cock as well, just to show John that Marcus had more than nine inches of meat..

I looked up at his face, "You must be ten inches long!"

"That's right baby, ten inches of African stallion!"

John said in my ear, "You'll never get that in your mouth!"

I pulled my dress up over my hips, exposing my cunt, "I'm glad that you have come to your senses...my cock will fit your cunt better than your mouth!"

I squatted down, my knees either side of his legs. I peeled his foreskin back and inspected his cock, no cuts, no worts, no weeping, no skin tags or blemishes. I leaned in and licked under his cock's eye with the tip of my tongue, John groaned, seeing the tip of my light pink tongue, licking from the almost black foreskin to the dark pink of Marcus's cockhead.

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I opened my mouth and took his cockhead into my mouth, John said, "Bloody hell, that looks fantastic."

I moved my left hand off of his cock and I started to massage my cunt as my right hand slid down to his cock's root and back to my mouth. I heard John's breathing speeding up and flicked my eyes to the screen on my phone, John was masturbating once again.

"Excuse me brother...let the dog see the bone!"

The voice was more West Indian than deep African like Marcus but that didn't bother Marcus, he stepped slightly to his right to let the new player stand next to him...shorter by almost a foot in height but when he lowered his drawbridge, I was relieved to see that the new cock was only an inch shorter than the cock in my mouth...an inch shorter but way thinner.

I stopped frigging myself and started masturbating the newcomer, I looked over to his cock while still sucking Marcus, checked he was clean before swapping cocks and I took the new cock in my mouth to its root.

John gasped again, "Fucking hell, how did you manage that?"

I was pumping Marcus's cock with my right hand as I swallowed the other cock deep into my throat.

I moved back to Marcus, took his giant cock in until it pressed against my tonsils, I forced myself to cough even though I never gagged, and I wrapped my right hand around his root, just to show John that I had five inches of cock in my mouth.

The new guy pulled the left shoulder strap of my dress down over my left arm, exposing my left breast. Marcus did the same with my right shoulder strap, now both of my tits were exposed and my cunt was still on show too, my dress just formed a hoop above my hips.

I wriggled my shoulders as one man fondled each breast, I lifted my head slightly and suddenly my lips were touching Marcus's pubic hair. John gasped again and fired his spunk as Marcus grabbed my head in both hands and started fucking my throat with short, urgent, stabs. I swallowed his seed and as I did, my left hand had finished the other guy off, he spurted all over my face and breasts.

I grabbed a tissue from my bag and wiped myself off as best I could and then stood up, pulling my dress back into place.

"What's going on here?"

Two cocks vanished into trousers as I looked between the two men, a uniformed police officer was standing behind Marcus, I said, "Nothing officer...just old friends shooting the breeze!" 'And spunk all over my face and tits!' But I said the second part to myself.

The two black men drifted away but the police man had a tight hold of my arm, "I'll need to see some proof of ID madam!"

I handed over my driving licence, he called in my details to his control room, "I need a 'Tom' check please!"

The copper had just asked for a criminal records check on me but he had called me a 'Tom' so he suspected me of being a street prostitute. I'd managed to press record on my phone as I was grabbed and I was filming the way that I was being pushed and pulled about and the way that the police man was talking to me.

I heard the replay on his radio, "No evidence of any criminal activity, no record of prostitution...you'd better apologise to her and let her go!"

He kept a hold of my arm, you're a prostitute and I know it just from the way you're dressed and catching you fucking them blacks in the doorway!"

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"Are you going to take me in to to the station then?"

He looked thoughtful for a short while, "I've got better things to do with my time but I'm going to keep an eye on you!"

I walked back towards Ivy's café, "What do you think darling, more playing or cut my losses and run because the big scary copper has his eye on me?"

"After all that, wanking a guy in the café...sucking not one but two black men in a shop doorway and being caught by the police...well, almost caught by them...I'd really love to see you go all the way with a stranger!"

"Black man or white?"

"Either is fine with me!"

"Would you like me to do it for money...you know...be a whore while you watch me?"

John groaned again, "Fucking hell, I'm hard all over again now...I'd love to see you work a stranger as a whore but sadly I don't think it is safe now that the police are watching you."

"Well, I'll have to buy some condoms, it was really disappointing to have to turn that African guy down!"

I walked to the corner shop and asked for a pack of three condoms, the Asian behind the counter was surprised that I was buying a small box of condoms, "Didn't the clinic give you enough supplies this month?"

"I'm not actually a whore...I'm just a long way from my husband's watchful eyes and I'm feeling a little frisky."

"You have a man in mind?"

I pulled up the text pad again and my thumb flashed across the pad, 'How about him...would you like to see me with an Asian man?'

John's voice came in my ear, "Definitely...safer than picking a guy up in the street with that copper on the lookout for you!"

I picked up my condoms and my change and looked around the shop, "What do you have on offer?"

"I can give you forty quid for full sex...my place so I should get it cheaper!"

"I told you that I wasn't a whore...I meant what have you got in your trousers for me!"

He grinned at me and opened his trousers, fishing his cock out. Not a massive specimen but any cock in a storm. I slipped behind the counter and as it was a little dark back there, I used my phone as a roach to illuminate his cock as well as give John a super close up of what I was about to bury in my cunt.

I peeled his foreskin back and stopped, I noticed white flecks on his pubic hair like dandruff and a weeping sore on his cock under his foreskin.

"God I'm sorry mate...I'm not going near that...you should visit the doctor to get that seen to."

He grimaced and said, I can't, my doctor is my brother-in-law, he'll tell my wife if I go to see him!"

As I walked out of the shop John said, "Why wouodn't you let him FUCK you?"

John had stressed the word fuck, just to show me how far he had come in just a few days.

"He had at least one STD and yes, the condom should have made that part a little safer but he also had crab lice and with my wild ginger bush...the last thing I want is crabs!"

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"How do the working girls manage the crabs?"

"They usually shave their pussies I think."

A new voice came in my ear, "They do...I'm sorry for butting in but I have the same earpiece and you've been driving me mad all day!"

"Well, that's not good...how did my earpiece get paired with yours?"

"I think they only have a few frequencies to choose from, and being less than one hundred feet range, the company didn't think it would be an issue. You can change the frequency if you like...hey, are you in the short white dress with thin shoulder straps?"

I looked around, he was in silver AUDI stopped at traffic lights, he waved at me and came and parked outside Ivy's café.

"Will I do...I don't have any STDs or lice of any kind!"

"How much is it worth?"

"Well, I've heard you say a dozen times that you aren't a whore so what do you want?"

"My husband wants me to let a stranger fuck me for money."

"Okay then but with an audience...I'll only pay thirty pound for full sex!"

I looked around, I was about to suggest taking him to my grandparents house but their reaction would have made John suspicious.

"See the health centre across the road?"

"Yes."

"And the electricians van, one space away from the fence?"

"Yes."

"Well, drive your car so that it blocks the empty space at the side of the van and we'll do it there."

I had already spotted a cardboard box waiting for the dustbin men outside the shop so I flattened it and took it with me.

As I waddled across the road with the flattened box I said, "John, I'll just play it by ear with him, if you want me to do anything different, tell me what you want me to do okay...remember it won't be our little secret this time!"

I reached the gap at the side of the van before the man, he did a good job of blocking the space from view and I lay the cardboard on the ground. I propped my phone against the kerbstone, "If I go out of shot let me know, it's on wide angle so fingers crossed."

He had a right squeeze to get between the back of his car and the electricians van and by the time he reached me I was naked and waiting for him. I held out my hand for the money and dropped it in my shoulder bag. I didn't speak, I just showed John what I'd been doing every night so far that week. Naturally, I was trying to make it look like I was making it up as I went along.

I pulled his trousers and underpants down and inspected his cock, I got down on my knees and started sucking him off. John asked me to try and get my lips down to his balls, then he said, "Fuck yes!"

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So I deep throated him for a few minutes before John got a little bit bored, after all, he had already seen me suck two men, "Can you screw him from on top?"

"You mean ride him like a horse?"

John said "Fuck yes!"

I pulled him down on the sheet of cardboard on his back, "I have to make sure that he is nice and hard, this is called fluffing him up, if he can't get hard he won't hold the condom in place. See, he's nice and hard now and so I pinch the teat of the condom and roll it down his cock!"

I straddled his hips and sank down on his cock, "Should I kiss him John...it isn't usual for a whore to kiss her punter but if you want me to I will, you haven't seen me kiss another man...well, not on his lips at any rate!"

John said, "Yes, kiss him!"

My punter agreed.

I was loving it but trying not to have too obvious an orgasm, my punter knew I was climaxing because he could feel my cunt spasming on his cock.

"I'm worried that you're taking too long...that copper might come along at any minute and catch you at it."

"You want me to get him to his end?"

"I think it must be about time, he did only pay you thirty pounds after all!"

"Should I get him off in this position?"

"I think that you will get more pleasure if he is on top of you!"

"Okay!"

I clambered off of his cock and pulled the condom off, I rolled a fresh one down his cock and lay on my back."

He went a little crazy but it still took him thirty minutes to climax.

John was over the moon at the show I'd put on for him, my punter was over the moon at the value he got from his thirty pounds.

I closed the call to John, I told him that I had a low battery, I took my earpiece out of my ear and turned it off. "Was that okay for you baby?"

He grinned at me, I was still naked, he was dressed, I was just sitting on the cardboard watching him having a smoke. I handed him his money back, "I'm really not a whore!"

"Keep it, even if it's only to buy yourself knickers and a bra."

"I've discovered that I really hate wearing underwear...I always wore them at home in front of my husband and kids and after today...I may never wear them again!"

I spent a few minutes explaining how come I was fucking while my husband watched me via skype and then I finally pulled my dress back on just as he drove away from the car park.

I went back to my grandparent's house, I'd missed seeing Alexander but I daren't let my husband see him, not yet anyway.

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I made an executive decision that I would go home on Saturday so I phoned the train company and asked how much for a single to Peterborough. I was quoted forty-five pounds.

"On Monday I was told that it was one hundred pounds more than that!"

"That would be the price at the ticket office for a single peak time ticket on the day, it would have been twenty percent cheaper if purchased on the same day by phone but Saturday is an off peak day and you're booking more than twenty-four hours in advance so that's why it's only forty-five pounds madam."

Thursday evening was the usual round of looking after Paul, servicing a customer for Ann and talking to my kids on the phone. John didn't want to masturbate, his cock was too sore.

I pointed my phone at my bedside cabinet, there was a small bowl of warm water, a can of shaving foam and pack of disposable razors, "I was going to shave my pussy tonight...but if you're too sore, I can always do it tomorrow for you!"

"Now...let's not get hasty, just because I'm too sore to masturbate, I still want to watch you shaving your pussy!"

So, with John watching intensely, I washed and shaved my pussy and as I cleaned the last strands down over my labia, John groaned and said, "Well, at least I didn't make myself any sorer, I climaxed just from watching you!"

I had an early night and in the morning, I took Paul in the shower, I gave him his Amyl Nitrite to make him hard and we fucked in the shower again.

At twelve o'clock I was sitting in Ivy's café waiting for Alexander, he looked very serious when he arrived.

"Is there anything wrong Zanda?"

"I got the results of the DNA test today, the sample inside the inner condom is a ninety five percent match for me on the paternal side, so it has to be my father, my grandfather, my brother or my son but interestingly, there was a second sample of DNS in the outer condom and that was a ninety eight percent match for my maternal DNA...so again, my mother, grandmother, sister or daughter. So you must know both of my parents!"

"I'll get you a coffee."

I stood at the counter and ordered two coffees and while I waited I sent a text to Franklin.

'If I found out that you had a son, would you be interested in meeting him?'

I took the coffee to Zanda and made small talk, okay, Franklin might not see the text for hours, he might just ignore it, he might even say that he didn't want to meet his son.

My phone burbled, 'I would jump at the chance to meet my son.'

"Zanda, would you like to meet your father?"

"God...more than anything!"

I sent another text to Franklin, 'I'm at Ivy Porter's café with your son if you want to pop over for a coffee and a chat.'

I got Franklin a coffee and when he arrived he did a double take, you have your mother's eyes and mouth...unfortunately you have my nose but I'd recognise you anywhere son."

I tried to excuse myself but both Franklin and Zanda wanted me to stay. We ended up at Zanda's house, the three of us all in Zanda's bed...I was screwing Franklin and sucking Zanda, each time I got him off, he lasted a little longer the next time. I'd have to break the news to Zanda that I'd be walking out of his life in just fourteen hours time...hell, I think that Franklin would miss me more, he'd already lost my mother, thirty plus years ago and me now.

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I phoned Charley and asked him to take me to the railway station. I wore another summer dress with spaghetti shoulder straps, the dress wasn't one of my own dresses, it had belonged to a whore who had worked out of Paul's house alongside Ann, the dress was actually twenty years older than I was and was designed to show the wearers knickers off, I'd had to have the shoulder straps at their longest, just because I wasn't wearing knickers as usual. I had to balance the amount of my tits on show and the danger of flashing my pussy in public. I'd set the top of the dress so that just a fraction of the tops of my areola were peeping out above the dress. It was as long at it could be but I'd still have to be careful as I walked about or sat down.

I was waiting at the front door when Charley pulled up, when he realised that I was going home he started laughing.

"What's so funny Charley?"

"Young Damian got into trouble at the home for posting that picture he took of the three of us fucking on Monday. He got five days detention so he is getting out for the first time today and he was planning on visiting you to get reacquainted...we'll probably pass him out on the road heading your way.

I put my case on the back seat but climbed in the front next to Charley. As soon as he set off I opened my legs and flashed my freshly shaved pussy at him. As we drove along Charley was rubbing my pussy but stopped when he found the blue string hanging out of my cunt. We were both disappointed but I wasn't disappointed enough to tell him that I'd actually finished my period overnight and had only put another tampon in, just in case.

I found one of the last few seats on the train from Newcastle to London, a total contrast from Monday when I was one of only two passengers on the train. It was right at the back of the last compartment, the gap between the back of the seat and the toilet wall was just big enough to hold my case close to me instead of leaving it right at the other end of the carriageway where anyone could get at it.

I was joined at my table by three men going to London to watch a football match, their luggage seemed to consist entirely of cans of Newcastle Brown Ale and they seemed intent in drinking all the way from Newcastle to London. There was a lot of flirting going on and ribald comments but no serious intent apart from getting as drunk as possible in the shortest time.

A few passengers left the train at Newark-on-Trent, ninety minutes after leaving Newcastle. I got the feeling that if more people had left the train from our compartment, something would have happened between me and the football supporters. Half an hour later we were pulling into Peterborough. I'd missed my opportunity to phone John to arrange for him to pick me up because I'd been so engrossed in my conversations with the three men sharing my table.

A quarter of the passengers in our carriage stood up as we neared the station in Peterborough, I saw the three men grin at each other and nod their heads in my direction conspiratorially and even though I was tempted to stay on the train to London, but I knew the dangers of that action.

"I'm sorry guys, you've missed your opportunity, this is my stop!"

Because I hadn't even warned John that I was heading home today and it was approaching lunch time, I decided to take a taxi home.

I sat on the nearside rear passenger seat so that I could flash the taxi driver but he seemed totally disinterested. By the time I reached home I was totally frustrated!

I walked through the house, dropped my suitcase in the utility room so that I could wash my dirty linen, in the kitchen I saw my family in the garden making the most of the sunshine, Peter was in the swimming pool, I could see that he was totally naked in the pool even from the kitchen.

Sarah was on the nearest sun lounger to the pool, she was wearing a titanium white, French-cut bikini, the leg holes were high on her hips and the gusset was unbelievably thin...the bikini top was almost half cup, showing a lot of breast-mass off, almost like my dress, I could just make out the slightly darker pink of the tops of her areola over the tops of her bikini top's cups. I'd never seen that bikini before.

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Sarah must have been swimming earlier because her bikini was still wet, and being white, her bikini was slightly see through, the dark triangle of her pubic hair showing through her bikini bottoms. She was lounging with her feet flat on the sun lounger and her knees up and wide apart. As usual, Sarah was plugged into her MP3 player, blocking the sounds of the world out with loud music. Sarah actually looked unhappy so I thought, 'She's listening to sad music by the looks of her!'

On the next sun lounger, Dawn was wearing the red bikini that I had bought for Sarah three years before, Dawn was two years younger than Sarah but because of the bikini, she looked more like four years younger. Dawn was reading a book and her feet and legs were in the same position as her older sister's.

John was cooking lunch on the barbecue, he was dressed in swimming trunks and nothing else. I noticed that while he was cooking, he was actually looking from Sarah to Dawn and had a bulge in the front of his trunks.

I stepped out of the kitchen and into the back yard, I was totally unobserved, Peter was making too much noise splashing about in the pool to hear me, Sarah had no chance of hearing anything because of her music and Dawn was lost in her book. John hadn't heard me either because his eyes were flitting from Sarah's crotch to Dawns and his cock was so hard that it was almost showing above the draw string on the waistband of his trunks.

I kissed him on his cheek and he jumped out of his skin and then wrapped his arms around me, pressing his cock into my stomach and grabbing my arse with both hands. I broke the kiss, "I see that the junior pervert is swimming in the nude again!"

"When he was heading for the pool, he bumped into Sarah as she was getting out and fell flat on his arse in the mud, I told him to change and shower before he went back into the pool or he'd bugger the filter!"

"Is that why Sarah looks like she's swallowed a wasp?"

"No, she was late getting home from school looking like that yesterday!"

"Peter has two pairs of trunks...so why isn't he wearing the other pair?"

"Well, I guess that it was my fault but after swimming at school on Tuesday he left his trunks wrapped in a towel in a plastic carrier bag, I was washing the clothes but missed the bag. Everything got mouldy so I dumped the towel, trunks and bag in the bin...I need to buy him new trunks to replace them."

"And where did Sarah get that bikini from?"

"She said that she bought it from a girl at school, she brought it home yesterday, said the other girl had never even worn it because she was too embarrassed to be seen in it."

I walked over to Dawn, I took the book she was reading out of her hands, it was entitled, 'Say Yes Daddy', I looked inside the front cover, it had a stamp inside, 'This book belongs to Sarah Clarke.' I knew that the book didn't belong to Dawn's sister, I knew that, Sarah never read for pleasure...the book had to belong to my sister-in-law Sarah, the wife of Ron, John's oldest brother. I'd named my daughter Sarah after her auntie because I admired her confidence and strength, if she wanted something she took it.

I read the back of the book, it was described as a 'DDLG' book, 'Dominant Daddy...Little Girl' story. "Are you enjoying the book darling?"

"It's a little confusing mummy, sometimes I think it is an incest story about a little girl and her father and other times I think it is an older girl or woman who is pretending to be his daughter."

"Did Aunty Sarah give you the book?"

"No, she just told me to help myself to any book I wanted to."

"And this book was on her bookshelf in the living room was it?"

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"Welllll, not actually...no."

"Where was it?"

"It was in Ron and Sarah's bedroom."

"What were you doing in their bedroom?"

"I told Uncle Ron that I'd read all of the books on the their bookshelves and asked him if they had any more books anywhere, he told me that there were a few on Sarah's bedside table...I hadn't read any of them, so I borrowed this one...I won't damage it!"

I handed her the book back and moved to the next sun lounger, I bent over Sarah and pulled one of her ear-buds out, I didn't have to put it in my ear to hear it, "You need to turn it down a little darling, it'll damage your hearing at that volume."

I kissed Sarah and said, "I'm surprised to see you here today, I thought that you'd be with Martin today!"

Sarah looked at Dawn, she had sunk back into her book, she looked over at John, he was busy turning burgers and sausages, not paying any attention to me and Sarah, Peter was still splashing in the pool, he still hadn't spotted that I was home. Sarah took a deep breath, "Martin dumped me last night...I went round to his caravan to tell him that we could spend all day in bed today because I'd got birth control implants. Even though I told him that I had to come home he insisted on having sex with me...he wasn't very nice as we did it either and as I was getting dressed he told me not to bother coming back, he was finished with me because I had got birth control!"

"Sadly darling you'll find that some men are bastards...try boys your own age or just a little older for a while."

I kissed Sarah again and I moved on, John was suddenly more interested in me than he had been as I approached Peter in the pool. I stood back from the edge of the pool and called out over the sounds of splashing water. Peter swam over to the side of the pool directly in front of me. I looked over my shoulder at John, he had a Cheshire grin on his face and there was a small dark circle growing on the front of his swimming trunks, jut below his waistband.

"Hello darling, and how is my little pervert today?"

He was trying to look up under the front of my dress, and he wasn't trying to hide the fact, "Are you coming in for a swim with me mummy?"

Sarah chipped in, "I wouldn't if I was you mum, he's a horny little bugger today."

"He's always horny Sarah!"

"More today than usual mum, believe me!"

"Probably your bikini darling, you can't blame a boy for getting turned on seeing you dressed like that!"

I looked back at Peter, "I'm sorry darling, I don't have any swimming costumes that fit me anymore so I can't come in with you."

"You could just come in wearing your bra and knickers!"

"I'm not wearing a bra or knickers today darling!"

John called out and asked me if I wanted some food. I did a little turn but stepped closer to the pool as soon as my back was towards Peter so that he could actually see up under the back of my dress, just to prove to him that I was actually naked under my thin summer dress. I only stood there for a few seconds before walking over to John.

"I've stopped eating at lunchtime so no thank you."

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I looked back to Peter, he was right up against the side of the pool and from the movement of his right shoulder, he was masturbating in the pool.

"Are you about to dish up darling?"

"Yes."

I called out, "Peter, get out of the pool now, lunch is ready!"

He looked a little awkward so I walked over to the side of the pool again, he whispered, "I can't come out of the pool yet mummy!"

I grabbed his towel, "Come on darling, we've all seen you hard before!"

He got out of the pool with quite an impressive erection for his age...he was no Damian but then Damian had been fucking girls and women for a long time. I wrapped him in the towel and as I did, he pressed his cock into my abdomen, through the thick towel and my much thinner dress.

I left the four of them eating and went and put in a load of washing into the washing machine. I took what didn't need washing up to my bedroom. I wondered if John would join me in my bedroom tonight or if he would invite me to his bedroom, I doubted if we'd actually spend the whole night together as he always said that he couldn't sleep in a bedroom with anyone else.

John came up behind me and wrapped his arms around me, pressing his cock against the small of my back. I turned to kiss him and after the kiss, I slipped the shoulder straps of my dress off of my shoulders and let it fall to the floor then I pulled him to his bed. It was actually the first time I'd ever been on his bed.

"Didn't take you long to eat your lunch darling!"

"I dumped my food on Peter's plate when I saw you heading for the bedrooms! Did you deliberately show off to Peter when I asked you if you wanted any food?"

"I did, Peter is always taking pictures of me and his sisters and then adding naked breasts and...things...over our pictures so I rhought that he should see what I really looked like...I'm starting him off slowly, just letting him see my naked bum to start with.!

John pulled his trunks off and was about to jump my bones.

I stopped him, "It's up to you, but if you fuck me now, you'll cum in two minutes flat and lose interest in sex!"

John was disappointed but he realised that I was right so we lay next to each other playing with each other's bodies as we talked and kissed.

"So darling...which of our daughters gave you this erection?"

He laughed nervously, "You gave me this erection darling!"

"Okay...I'll give you that one, but who gave you the erection you had while cooking lunch?"

He blushed and was floundering for an excuse.

"Darling, I've had my eyes opened to sex and taken a massive leap forward in my personal sexual development, I don't want any more sexual secrets in our family...everything should be out in the open and I realise that we have two very sexy young women living with us and it's okay to find them exciting to look at! So, was it Dawn or Sarah that gave you that erection while you were cooking lunch?"

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"I'd have to say both of them, Sarah is so grown up now, and dressed in that bikini...it was just too much and Dawn, she looks so innocent in that red bikini, just like a little girl but then I noticed as she was reading that book, she seemed to be getting wet and kept touching herself between her legs."

"Yes, I noticed that there were signs of wetness on her crotch making her bikini bottoms darker between her legs. That's because she was reading a porn book that she thinks is about incest between a father and his daughter."

"She was reading about incest and it turned her on?"

I nodded my head and before I could expand on my thoughts about Dawn, there were the sounds of feet on the stairs. John pulled away from me but I stopped him, "John, I'm not hiding sex anymore...life is just too short and we've missed out on so much already."

John returned to kissing me and fondling my body and I was gently rubbing his cock, careful not to rub too hard and get him off. The sound of footsteps reached the halfway landing and turned away from us, running into the old part of the house where the kids and I usually slept. John's bedroom, bathroom and office had been added to the house more recently. I heard a faint "Mum...mum!" in the distance.

Sarah suddenly appeared in the doorway of John's bedroom, "Dad...do you know where mu...oh my God!"

Sarah realised that her father wasn't alone in his bedroom or in his bed...that and the fact that we were both naked on his bed kissing and cuddling shocked her totally.

She turned her back on us and said, "Sorry you guys but mum...you never go into dad's bedroom...and never get undressed..."

"Things are going to change a little around here from now on darling, what are you looking for me for?"

Sarah looked over her shoulder, saw that I and her father were still kissing and touching each other and she blushed before looking away again. "I need to talk to you in private!"

"Well, if you want to talk to me in private it'll have to wait until after your father and I have finished having sex!"

I could see that now, even her ears were blushing. "It'll be too late by then!"

"So, tell me now!"

"In front of dad?"

"Of course in front of your dad!"

"Weeelllllll...you know what I was going to do today?"

"With Martin you mean?"

She looked over her shoulder again and nodded her head.

"Well, you aren't doing that now...so what's so urgent?"

"Well, Dawn and Rosa were going to...erm...well, they were going to go to Martin's caravan as well today. Rosa has just come to fetch Dawn to go to Martin's caravan with her."

I made a deep sigh, "Looks like I'm going to have to do a little 'Mummy' duty before I can do my 'Wifely' duty darling...Can you phone Ron and Sarah, tell them that Rosa might be going to have sex with a predatory pedophile."

I stepped into my dress and John said, "What do you mean?"

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"His name is Martin Pole, he's a casual farm labourer, moving around from town to town in his caravan. I think he picks on young girls, gets them hooked on sex and tries to make them pregnant, hoping that the girls will be so ashamed that they will run away with him or that their parents will kick them out for getting pregnant! He will put them into a flat in a different town, the flat will be in a brothel and they'll have to work as whores to support their baby and he'll take the lion's share of their money to pay for his protection and paying him for their rent."

Sarah looked totally shocked. I gathered her in my arms, "I knew exactly what he was up to when you told me about the accident with the condom last week...that's why I insisted on you getting the morning after pill and birth control because I guessed that he'd lose interest in you if he couldn't trap you with pregnancy."

I found the caravan and just walked in without knocking, Martin was on his bed with Rosa and Dawn, two fourteen year old girls, all three of them were naked. Rosa looked a little shocked at my storming into the caravan, Dawn almost shit a brick. She actually had his cock in her mouth when I walked in uninvited.

"Right girls, get dressed and wait for me outside please!"

I waited for the girls to get dressed and leave the caravan before I turned on the still naked Martin, he had a grin on his face, "I've blocked the gateway out of the field, Rosa's father is on his way here to castrate you, if you run now, run fast and run very far away, you may keep your balls!"

"I'll need my car to tow the caravan out of the field!"

I shook my head, "All four of your tyres are flat, and I wouldn't hang around to pump them up if I were you!"

There was the loud drum of a Land Rover engine and horn hooting from the direction of the gateway that I'd blocked with my car. "That will be Ron now, you're too late!"

He was suddenly galvanised into action, he pulled jogging trousers on with nothing under, then a T-shirt and he pushed past me and ran across the field away from the gateway and the waiting Land Rover.

I put my arms over the shoulders of my daughter and niece and started shepherding them towards the gateway.

"I thought there was something dodgy about Martin...he owns big houses in Northampton, Peterborough, Kettering and Wellingborough...he doesn't need to work, so why do casual farm work? I think he does it to get access to village girls because he knows they aren't as street wise as town and city girls."

We reached the gate, "Oh, it's you Mrs Clarke, afternoon Dawn...Rosa. I wouldn't have created if I'd realised it was your car Mrs Clarke."

"I think you need a new labourer, Martin won't be coming back!"

I put the girls in the back of my car and drove Rosa home first.

Once alone in the car I said, "Sorry to break up your fun darling, did Martin actually have sex with you?"

Dawn wasn't in a mood to talk to me, she thought that I was angry with her but I wasn't.

"I wasn't asking if you'd had sex with Martin because I was angry with you but if he did actually have sex with you, I'd like to take you to see Dr Gordon to make sure that Martin hasn't made you pregnant. If you're really ready for sex then find a boy...or a man...bring him home to meet me and your dad and you'll be free to go to your room and do whatever you'd like to do with him!"

Dawn gave me an awkward smile, "No, Martin didn't screw me, he wanted me to show him what I've done with boys so far."

We got home and Peter jumped into Dawn's face as soon as she walked into the back garden, "Dawn, can I take a picture of you please?"

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"Peter...piss off and leave me alone."

"Dawn, just because you're disappointed, don't take it out on your brother. I'll pose for you Peter darling, where do you want me to stand and how do you want me to pose?"

Dawn looked on as Peter moved me to where the sun would provide the best lighting, he posed me and took a few pictures, "Can you let one shoulder strap fall down your arm mum?"

I let my left shoulder strap fall, my left breast popped out, Peter was just about to snap my picture but stopped, "You can cover up if you like mum."

I looked down at my exposed breast, "That's okay darling, you can take my picture like this if you like."

I think he took twenty pictures before I could change my mind and he thanked me for posing for him. I let my right shoulder strap fall as well but this time I caught my dress just as my right nipple was showing and the left side of my dress was almost down to my hip.

"Would you like to take a picture like this darling?"

Peter jumped at the chance to photograph me like that, almost totally topless. Once he was finished I headed for the kitchen, Dawn said, "I can't believe that you posed for Peter like that, those pictures will be all over school tomorrow!"

"Dawn darling, it took me a few seconds of my time to make Peter happy, it's no skin off my nose and if his friends get a kick out of seeing my tits then that's okay!"

Dawn turned and walked back into the garden, I heard her say, "Okay you missing link, take my picture before I change my mind!"

Once in the kitchen, I could hear Ron and John talking in the living room.

"Didn't Vicky tell you where this guy's caravan was?"

"No, I have no idea where she went."

I walked in the living, "His caravan is on Michael Kinch's farm but he isn't there anymore, I told him that you were on your way to castrate him. As far as I know, he never actually did anything sexual with Rosa, she had undressed herself while Dawn sucked his cock though...but Dawn was totally willing, he didn't force her to do it."

My words registered on Ron slowly and he turned to look at me and then he gasped, "I never...I just didn't believe John when he told me that you had changed..."

I gave him a sweet smile.

"...John said that you might even let me have sex with you if I wanted a try!"

"I think that John should have a taste of the new me first...don't you?"

"Seriously...would you let me?"

"If John was happy for me to let you screw me.,..he might want to watch us as well."

Ron left us with a can of old engine oil, we used it to paint onto wooden fences to kill off the wood eating beetles but Ron was planning on using it to sterilise Martin's caravan to make sure that it could never be used to lure kids in again and I dragged John back up to his bedroom, I looked out his back window. Dawn was still posing for Peter, she was totally topless and Peter was just talking her into pulling her knickers down a little, she had them down so that half her pubic hair was on display and he took a few more pictures before asking her to take them all the way off.

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Dawn was looking at the kitchen windows and the dining room, I opened John's bedroom window and looked down, "Dawn, if you're going to go any further, come into the house, use your bedroom or Peters...too many people could see you standing there!"

John wrapped his arms around me again and kissed my neck, "Do you think it's safe for Dawn to be in Peter's bedroom naked?"

"You're right, Dawn's been reading about incest in that book and she was desperate to let Martin fuck her today, just give me a minute!"

I went to my bedroom just as Dawn and Peter tumbled up stairs, I took a heavy hand full of condoms out of my suitcase and handed them to Dawn, "If you want to do anything, please remember to make the boy use one of these...whoever the boy is!"

John was already naked on his bed, "You didn't tell her not to..."

"No, I just gave her about thirty condoms and told her to make the boy use one every time...whoever the boy was."

"Peter will try...you know!"

"Dawn's been reading about incest in her book, if she wants to try it, would you rather she uses Peter or hits on you?"

John grinned at me and pulled my dress off, we started fucking, John had lost his chance earlier and didn't want to miss out again. I controlled him as best as I could and held his climax off for the best part of an hour and when we finished I headed to my bedroom and heard Peter and Dawn fucking like rabbits. I opened his bedroom door, there were four condoms on the floor, each had spunk in the little teat and their necks were tied closed. In the hour that John had been fucking me, Peter and Dawn had fucked to completion four times and Peter was off again.

"Don't be too greedy guys, you can do it again later but call it a day for now!"

Peter moaned, "Can I just cum one more time please mum?"

"Just once more then let Dawn get back to her book!"

Dawn said, "Mummy, this is much better than reading a book, even a sex book!"

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