As we drove in to the estate past the café, I noted that it didn't appear very busy and there weren't too many trucks parked up.
"Looks quiet tonight." I mentioned to my husband.
"Maybe it'll get busy later." came back his hopeful response
Liam parked in his usual spot so our car was tucked away in the shadows and I slipped out, swaying across the road to take up my usual place. There were only two other girls out, neither of them paying me any attention, and so I leant up against the wall, one foot raised, to wait.
Twenty minutes went by with nothing happening for any of the three of us. A few vehicles did drive by, some slowing to look, but there were no takers.
That was when I noticed one of the other girls approaching me.
"Shit", I wondered if there might be trouble.
"Hi." she didn't sound upset, "I'm Chloe, I've seen you around a bit recently."
Cautiously I replied, "Yeah. I'm Sara. Hi."
"Your pimp?" Chloe nodded towards Liam in our car.
"Err... no that's my husband actually." I admitted.
Chloe's mouth opened in surprise, "No way, you shitting me?"
I shook my head, "Nope, it really is my husband over there."
"Your old man's put you on the game?" she still sounded incredulous.
"Well yeah to start with," I smiled.
She took in this revelation for a moment eyeing me up and down.
"It's pretty dead right now. You fancy a coffee?" her invitation sounded genuine.
"Umm... sure but what about?" I indicated towards the other girl still standing up the street.
"Nah, Lauren's gonna stay out, she's a bit skint this week. She don't want to miss anything." Chloe informed me.
With that settled the two of us set off towards the café.
Every eye turned towards us when we walked in and made our way to the counter. Not that I could blame them, neither of us was wearing very much, I was flashing my stockings with each step and Chloe was almost out of the tiny denim shorts she had on.
She paid for the coffees and we found ourselves an empty table to sit at. It was all quite surreal, sitting and chatting like we were just out shopping rather than selling our bodies on the street. After being wary of the other girls for so long it was actually quite pleasant to get to know one of them and to find that many of them were just trying to support their families the only way they could.
We had been there for about ten minutes or so when one of the men came across to our table and asked if Chloe was free. Of course, she told him she was and gave me an apologetic smile before leaving with her customer.
I sat by myself finishing my drink thinking about returning to the street when a guy dropped into the seat recently vacated by my new friend.
"Hi, you available or you on a break?" he asked.
"I am available hon. Was just about to get back to it. What you got in mind?"
"How much for a fuck?" he got straight to the point.
I told him my price and got his agreement so I drank down the last of my coffee and got to my feet to follow him out of the café,
"You got a car hon?" I wondered where he was leading me.
"Nah, truck driver me." he informed me, "But it ain't one of those big arctic's so no bunk, sorry."
He had parked in a dead-end side street so we were out of general sight of anyone when he led me behind his truck. We conducted our financial business first and I was soon squatting before him with his cock in my mouth. His aroma and taste were not particularly pleasant, he obviously hadn't showered since this morning, but I diligently stuck to my task.
With his shaft hardened and covered in my saliva he pulled me to my feet and turned me around to face his truck, my hands braced against its rear, waiting as he rolled on the condom that I had given him.
I flipped up my little skirt and pushed my arse back for him as he positioned his cockhead at my entrance and thrust in hard.
"Unhhhhhh!" I grunted, going up onto my toes as I took his full length in me.
Our coupling was brief and almost brutal. He kicked my feet further apart and gripped my hips as he started to fuck me, ramming his length into me with complete abandon. I was there to be abused and that's exactly what he did, used me for his pleasure, satisfying his own lust and leaving me unfulfilled.
After departing from my first customer of the night I had almost made my way back to my patch when a car drew up alongside me and I turned to lean in the open window.
My second punter was even more unremarkable than my first. He drove us to my regular spot and a few minutes later I found myself stretched out on his back seat, legs spread wide and staring up at the car roof, as he humped away between my stockinged thighs. Settling into his rhythm I could feel my own satisfaction building when he came, his cock throbbing in me as he emptied his load into the latex sheath, leaving me on the edge again.
He dropped me back on the street where for the next twenty minutes I strolled back and forth, patrolling my usual stretch of pavement waiting for another client. I was trying hard to forget about my frustration when a big light-coloured Lexus stopped in front of me.
"Hi hon, what can I do for you tonight?" resting my hands on the window frame I leant in, not really aware of who I was talking to.
"Quite a lot by the look of you Katie!" the use of my name got my instant attention.
"Uncle Will!" the shock in my voice was obvious.
He wasn't my real uncle of course, just a close friend of my fathers who I had known since I was little. I had even sat on his knee as a child while he read me stories. Now I wondered what he wanted.
"Get in and you can tell me how much it will cost me?" his leer answered my unspoken question.
A sense of complete humiliation overwhelmed me as I pulled the car door open and slid into the seat next to him.
"It's £40 to... to fuck me... and £25 for... oral." I struggled to actually say the words, I felt so ashamed.
He grinned at me, "Well I think I'm just gonna have to fuck that pussy young lady. So, where can we go?"
Red faced I directed him to drive behind the deserted building and park in the farthest corner.
"How long have you been on the game Katie?" he asked as he withdrew the cash from his wallet.
"I err... not very long... umm... just a few... few weeks." my voice was shaking slightly as I replied.
"Your daddy would be really upset with you. You know that don't you?" he smirked.
I nodded feeling totally distraught and completely soiled by his discovery of me.
He grinned again, "Why don't you undo your bra, we can start with those cute little titties."
I reached for the clasp between my breasts, unsnapping it and slowly drawing the lace cups away from them, exposing my chest to his gaze.
For a moment or two Will looked lasciviously at my tits then reaching out he cupped first one then the other, gently manhandling them and teasing the sensitive nipples into hard throbbing points.
"Fuck they are just perfect." he whispered as his fingers squeezed and massaged my chest.
"Aaaahhh... shit!" I couldn't help but groan softly as I succumbed to the feeling's Will was starting to arouse in me. Not just the lustful desire but the feeling of utter shame as my father's old friend molested my breasts.
Reluctantly he let go of my pert mammaries and sat back, "You gonna suck my cock before I fuck you?"
I didn't answer, just reached for his zip, drawing it down so my fingers could extract his semi-erect phallus. Wrapping my small hand around the prick I started to massage it, feeling it harden rapidly in my grasp.
Will was a big guy, broad shoulders and a big gut with a penis that matched his physique, long and thick, and I knew I would come on it once he started to fuck me.
As his cock grew, I lowered my mouth onto the head, sliding my lips over it and running my tongue around the dome.
"Fuck yeah!" I heard him groan as I began to fellate him, bobbing my head up and down and working my mouth onto his dick.
Will leant back in his seat letting me service his prick with my mouth, his thick fingers stroking my hair as my lips slid down over his manhood drawing several inches into my mouth.
"Mmmmmhhhhmmmm... Ummmmmmmmm!" greedily I devoured his shaft as the muffled sounds of my sucking filled our ears.
"Oh, fuck Katie I need that pussy now." Will groaned grabbing my hair and pulling me away from him after just a couple of minutes.
I giggled and sat up, putting back the front seat, all the while eyeing Will salaciously, I lay back and drew my skirt up around my waist exposing my shaven pussy to his gaze.
"Your dad would have a heart attack if he could see you now." he leered at me, "Or he might not, he might just like it."
I opened my legs putting my left foot into the car's dashboard in an obvious invitation.
"Condom first though." I fluttered my eyelashes, waiting, watching as he rolled the sheath over his engorged prick.
His dick suitably covered he pushed his trousers down and clambered across the seats to position himself between my spread thighs, his swollen cockhead nudging my entrance. I felt my slick pink lips peel apart around the crown of his dick as it started to prise me open.
"Please Will... fuck me... I need your cock in me." I looked up imploring him.
Slowly he began to inch into me, gradually stretching my fuck hole as his large member penetrated my depths. I gasped with pleasure feeling him inside me, knowing my father's friend was about to screw me.
"Uhhhh... yes, do it to me, fuck me please." my hands reached to pull him all the way into me.
"Oh, fuck Katie!" he gasped as he sank all the way into my wet and welcoming cunt.
Quickly settling into his stroke Will started to fuck me, his arse rising and falling between my stocking clad thighs as he repeatedly drove his hard length up into me making the car rock on its suspension. Almost immediately I could feel my core warming as the sensations began to build. Not only the lust but also the shame and humiliation of being fucked, as a prostitute, by one of my father's best friends.
"Don't stop... please don't stop." all the pent-up frustrations from my first two punters bubbled to the surface as felt my climax building.
Will was thrusting harder now, driving his manhood into my pussy with increasing force and making me writhe under him. My hips jerked in response to his every stroke while my hands clawed at his arms and my stockinged thighs pressed tight to him.
