Becky goes back on the game

continuing the story:

“It’s ok we can use the spot the other girls use” he stated, ignoring my advice and pulling away from the kerb.

Immediately I began to feel a sense of panic. Had I just got into a car with a maniac? Was I about to be raped or even murdered? Would my husband be able to follow us? I tried to suppress these feelings as best I could as he drove, barely registering when he told me his name was Alan and answering briefly when he asked mine and wanting to know if I was a new girl here. However, within a minute or so he pulled into a dark vacant space full of articulated trailers waiting to be loaded or collected and parked between two or them.

I began to relax as he turned to me and pulled out his wallet to extract the £40 I had asked for. My hands were still trembling as I took it and gave him one of my condoms in return. Tucking the notes into my pocket seemed to settle me down and without waiting to be asked I reached across to unfasten his jeans, my eager fingers quickly freeing his cock and wrapping around it.

“Good girl”, I remember him groaning as I pumped his cock, feeling it harden rapidly.

He let me wank him for just a couple of minutes, groaning softly with pleasure, before telling me to lay back. Obediently I tilted my seat flat, sliding my panties off as I watched him roll the rubber onto his erection, before laying back and placing my left booted foot into the corner of the dashboard. He mounted me hurriedly, clambering across from his seat and lowering himself between my open thighs as I pressed my right foot against the steering column. The tip of his shaft nudged into me, opening me up and making me gasp momentarily before he thrust all the way in. Almost immediately he began hammering into me, his hard cock sliding back and forth and sending waves of pleasure through my body. Groaning I arched upwards pushing my hips to meet his, clenching my muscles around his hard dick as he fucked me.

The car must have been bouncing for several minutes as Alan pounded into my pussy and I couldn’t hold back, cumming hard on his prick with a load moan of pleasure. My obvious orgasm seemed to spur Alan on and his thrusts became even harder, punctuated with his gasps and grunts, and all I could do was take it, my pussy squelching as he fucked me relentlessly until finally, he came. His body shuddering and jerking as he drove into me one last time, exhaling loudly, his cock twitching inside me as he emptied his balls.

Done, he slumped on me, panting breathlessly, pinning me to the seat as his cock slowly softened in me, until he was sufficiently recovered to push himself up. With some difficulty we extricated ourselves and I was able to finally sit up and sort myself out, tucking my panties in my pocket and smoothing down my skirt.

“That was great, one of the best fucks I’ve had off one of you girls” he commented as tossed the used rubber out of the car window.

“You’re welcome” I replied trying to sound unconcerned despite the fluttering in my stomach.

Once we were tidied up Alan drove me back to my pitch, my mind going back to my husband and wondering what he had been thinking as we had driven off. Although I waited until he had driven out of sight before hurrying across to our car to explain what had happened. As I thought he hadn’t been able to follow us and consequently hadn’t got any pictures of the car but to make matters worse the batteries on the camera had died while I had been gone. For a moment we discussed aborting our evening but he could tell that I was reluctant to do that so, to my relief, he agreed I should continue so I took up my position again across the street and waited….
 
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By the end of the night, some four hours later, I finished and my husband drove me home, a sore but very well satisfied girl. After Alan had dropped me back another 4 men had picked me up and fucked me, 3 of them in their cars whilst the fourth approached me on foot and after agreeing my price took me up an alleyway and fucked me up against a wall. I also sucked off 2 more men to completion, swallowing their cum in their cars so all in all a very satisfactory night for prostitute Becky.
 
continuing the story:

My reasons for being there were not to chat so it wasn’t long before I said my goodbye’s and parted company with Annie to drive around the corner to find a quieter spot for me to ‘work’. Once we had parked I climbed out of the car and, nervously, crossed the street to take up my pitch. Waiting at the road side I alternated between standing on the edge of the pavement and walking back and forth, my short skirt flicking up to reveal my stocking tops and the heels on my boots clicking loudly in the quiet night air. A few cars passed slowly by me as I waited, my heart pounding as I watched each car carefully, trying not to look obvious, knowing that my outfit made it completely obvious as to why I was there. I noticed one small black car go around the block a couple of times, the driver looking me over as he drove by, before, on his third pass-by he finally pulled in alongside me.


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Thanks for the great description. Those guys must have been lucky to meet you that night. Did you keep on enjoying the sex after the first time or did it get to be just work? Also, did you ever want to repeat it again?
 
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Thanks for the great description. Those guys must have been lucky to meet you that night. Did you keep on enjoying the sex after the first time or did it get to be just work? Also, did you ever want to repeat it again?
Thank you rokrob, yes it became work but I enjoyed it all the more because of it, that was what I had wanted and I got it...in more ways than one :rolleyes: and no I never did repeat it although I did play an escort for one night ;)
 
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