Here at last is Part 2. It's been written for ages; although not quite finished; but I became so engrossed in wring other stories I'd sort of forgotten all about it. (I can't believe it's nearly 3 years!)
Whilst you don't have to, you might find reading Part 1 first to be beneficial. It's only 2 pages so it won't take long.
TeamEquipe
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It was another bright, sunny day and I was sitting in my kitchen savouring a mug of coffee prepared in my brand new cafetiere. I love the smell of freshly ground coffee I think it tastes so much better than instant.
The house was empty apart from me. My husband Gareth, or Gaz as he likes to be known, was out god knows where. He was supposedly looking for a job but I seriously doubted that was the case. Knowing my husband he was probably in the pub. He'd been out of work for a long time now and it seemed he was quite content to leave it up to me to bring home the bacon.
I have my own little business, off the records of course. I tend gardens for a few people, cleaning up and shopping for some of them too. Oh and last week I had prostituted myself by allowing a seventy odd year old man named Walter and his disabled son Dave fuck and abuse me.
Did I feel guilty about it? Not really. I suppose I should but it was only sex and they had paid handsomely to get at my body.
Would I do it again? Well that was the sixty four thousand dollar question wasn't it. I could think of five hundred reasons to do it again because that was the amount of money Dave had given me for getting me to ... 'do him' ... as he so crudely put it.
He'd been nagging at me for months to jack him off. I'd told him I would never do it but he kept on asking and I kept on refusing. I was never offended though.
So why the turn around. What precipitous event or events had led me to this place?
A number of things really but they all had the same underlying theme. Money or to be more precise the lack of it. Me and Gaz were seriously in debt.
We owed the bank hundreds of pounds in missed mortgage payments and they had started legal proceedings to repossess our home. Then there were the other loans and credit agreements that just seem to add up over the years without you realising. All of these were in arrears too.
Gaz was no help. He'd stuck his head in the sand as per usual. If he couldn't see the problem then there was no problem. But he had no problem spending what little money we did have coming in through the Social, with the main beneficiary being the local pub. He seemed to spend most of his time in there. Social networking he called it. Trying to keep himself out there to see if he could pick up work, any kind of work, barrow jobs and the like.
Social networking ... Bah! Getting pissed was what I called it. What a waste of space my husband has become.
The day that we received the letter from the bank informing us of the pending legal case was the catalyst of my apparent downfall. Dave as usual had pleaded with me to ... 'do him' ... and as usual I had refused.
As I worked outside in their garden the idea had come to me that maybe it was a viable reason to let Dave have what he wanted. When I found out what he would pay I'd thought why not. What I hadn't expected was the arrival on the scene of his randy old father Walter who without so much as a word of leave shoved his cock up my pussy.
That was a surprise in more ways than one when I realised that not only could the old git still get it up but he was gifted with the most enormous cock I had ever seen, whether it be in real life or porn films.
It was simply fucking huge! He casually said he thought it was maybe thirteen or fourteen inches, he didn't really know. It was bullshit of course but what I can say is that it was truly superb. And he knew how to use it. I came over and over again as he pounded me with an energy and stamina I have yet to see in a man half his age. Even Gaz had never fucked me that hard for that long. It truly was an amazing experience.
My quandary now was it was that day of the week to go back to their house to clean up and tend garden and I wasn't sure what to expect or indeed if I wanted to ... 'do him' ... again.
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Time to go I said to myself as I slid off the stool in the kitchen. I rinsed out my coffee mug and put it on the drainer to dry.
As I walked to the front door I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. To say I was dressed for gardening and cleaning would be a lie I suppose, although I weakly justified it as clothing that would keep me cooler. It was already a warm day.
The image looking back at me was dressed in an extremely clingy, scoop neck tee shirt which hugged my 36DD breasts tightly together with a short little skirt which showed off my shapely legs and especially my thighs to great effect.
My hair as usual was tied back in a ponytail. I looked pretty good for a woman fast approaching forty.
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As I pulled up outside Dave's home I could see the front room curtain twitch. That would be Walter. He always liked to see me arrive. He seemed to like to watch me struggle out of my car. Well he was in for a treat today I thought. There was no way to exit the car gracefully wearing a skirt this short so he was guaranteed a good look at my thong. Yes I was wearing a thong, not my usual comfortable cotton briefs!
As I mounted the steps the front door crashed open. Walter was stood there waiting to give me my customary 'welcome to our house' grope. His eyes nearly popped out of his head as he looked at my breasts. He seemed amazed to see them so exposed; my tee shirt was quite low cut. He obviously had short term memory loss as it had only been seven days since he'd had them naked in his hands.
"Morning Walter," I said as I breezed past him.
"Yeah, yeah morning love," he replied seemingly in a daze.
It didn't last long as he quickly turned and hurried up behind me and grabbed hold of my ass cheeks. I spun around quickly to free myself from his hands. "How are you today then?" he asked as he looked longingly at my tits.
I put my hand under his chin and lifted his head. "Up here Walter." He looked like a little boy who'd been caught with his hand in the sweet jar. "I'm fine thank you. Have you made coffee yet ... and if not why not?"
"Kettle's on duck, it'll be ready in a minute," he replied as he turned and scurried off into the kitchen.
"I'll be through in a minute then, just after I've seen Dave," I shouted to his retreating back. I turned and knocked on Dave's room door and entered.
"Morning Helen," Dave said. He had a sly grin on his face. "I've been looking forward to you cumming all week." He laughed at his feeble play on words.
I rolled my eyes in mock horror.
"So are you going to ... 'do me' ... again," he asked.
"My God Dave," I exclaimed, "is that all you think about? You've got a one track mind you have!"
Dave gave me that shit eating grin again. "Yeah, it's pretty much all I think about these days, especially since I saw you naked last week. That was awesome! You've got great tits!"
"Huh, typical man," I snorted, "just typical."
He just gave me that shit eating grin yet again.
I turned to leave. "Right I'll get on. Loads to do before I go, so the sooner I get started the sooner I'll finish."
"Yeah then the sooner we can get to do it," Dave replied.
"What makes you think I want to do it again Dave?" I said. The look on his face was priceless.
"See you later." I left him to it and went to get my mug of coffee. Walter was nowhere to be seen so I took my mug outside with me and got on with my chores.
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I love gardening and was completely engrossed in what I was doing. I was on my hands and knees and leaning forward quite a distance trying to extricate a particularly stubborn weed that just didn't want to give up it's unwanted place in the border.
