A Life Changing Experience 2

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My name is Andrew (Andy) Littlewood, I am 26 years old and newly separated from Jenny from about 2 months back. The split happened at the birth of what I thought was our baby girl, who we had already named Amy. We had been together for two years when she got pregnant, and like I said I thought she was mine.

I had done the honourable thing and married her, when she said she was pregnant, I wasn't upset I was delighted, it cemented our relationship or so I thought. We set up home in a flat and I was looking forward to our lives together as a family.

I was present at the birth and saw Amy born, that is when I found out it wasn't mine, the babies father was obviously Asian. Jenny and I are both from England, with no Asian links whatsoever. The midwife looked at me and then Jenny and said nothing, but hervlook spoke volumes.

Jenny admitted straight away it had to be Chan Mings, they had been lovers before we met and she had still been seeing him off and on since then. Even after we had married and whilst she was pregnant, she said she loved me more than him, but she couldn't live without him.

As far as I was concerned I couldn't live like that, I told her she will have to live without me, because I was off home to pack my things and find somewhere else to rent. I left the room and walked past my inlaws said goodbye, and told them to go see their daughter and their new asian grand child.

She could have the flat and all the stuff in it, the rent was due for the next month she could pay that now as well. Our arrangement was that I had paid the rent for the flat and she paid for the utilities and we split the food. Her choice not mine, I was all for joint accounts, what was mine was for her anyway. But no her reasoning was she earned more than me and wanted to keep her own money separate from mine, then I couldn't complain on what she bought for herself. She must have known there was a good chance that Amy wasn't mine. It could also be why she insisted we stayed in our rented furnished flat and only started saving a deposit for a house, after the baby had been born. She had taken me for a dummy, I loved her but her admitting she couldn't live without Chan was more than I could take. Maybe If she had said it had all ended with Chan, I would have more than likely stayed and brought up Amy as my own child. But I knew Jenny meant every word, when she said she couldn't live without him. So as far as I was concerned my only option was to get out now and leave them to it.

I went straight to the agency we rented the flat from and told them, I needed a new place to live and that Jenny was now going to be solely responsible for the rent.

Maybe not ideal, but the only place they could offer me to rent, was not in the best part of town, the pub in the street next to what could be my new place was well known for prostitution.

The one bed house itself was in a good state of repair, the furniture was fairly new and it was spotlessly clean. It wasn't as big as the flat we rented, but it would have to do. You opened the front door straight into a small kitchen, with stairs to the upper floor on the back wall, a door next to them led into the living room at the back, it had patio doors leading to a tiny bit of garden. This was mainly concrete with 6 ft high walls on all sides, no back way out. Upstairs was a bathroom at the front and a bedroom at the back. From the window in the bedroom you could see a small slightly overgrown part of the park, next to the cycle track entrance or exit depending which way you was going. There was four football pitches and then the kiddies play area was after the lake, next to the main entrance.

The price was right, so I asked the agent who was showing me around if I could move in today. He told me he would have to check with the landlady she lived three doors away. He left me inside and went to see if she was in. When he came back he brought her with him. A very down to earth woman if you know what I mean, she didn't mince her words, when she introduced herself to me. Rent on time no excuses or you are out, paid in cash on the first of the month, plus a month in advance. If I paid that now I could have the keys today.

I agreed to get the cash and come back, all I needed was a cash machine. End of the road turn right, its in the supermarket half a mile or so down the road, according to her. I marched off in that direction and said I would see her soon. It was all mine within the hour rent paid, I shot off to clear the flat of all my possessions, a bit mean but I claimed some of the food as well, I thought I had paid for half so I took half.

The cheating bitch would complain, but I thought I was entitled to it and left her a note saying as much.

I didn't give her my new address but said if she got anything for me to drop it off a my work place, she had to pass it everyday on her way to work. I thought that was the least she could do in the circumstances, as I hadn't asked for half of the car we had bought together. I didn't need it to get to work but she did.

I had expected a call from her before she came out of hospital, but that didn't materialise, all I got was a text saying she was home and would drop off anything that came at my works and she hoped we could remain friends.

I felt like replying fat fucking chance you cheating slapper, in fact that's what I typed at first, but altered it to thanks hope you and Chan make a go of it.

I decided to try and make a clean break of it and avoid the places we used to hang out, I kept in touch with dome of our friends but only agreed to go out with them if we went somewhere she wouldn't be.

The less I saw of her the better I would be, I knew I still loved her but I didn't want to go back there, even when I found out that Chan had ditched her, I stayed strong and kept my distance.

My life soon became all work and no play, the course I had been doing at the college was coming to an end, the exams were due in three weeks. I really needed to pass it to have any chance of a promotion at work. I was sat in my back yard reading over the course work I had done, when I heard the unmistakable sound of someone fucking, the grunts and groans were coming from the park area. It sounded really close, I know I shouldn't have done it, but I shot upstairs to look out of my bedroom window, to see if I could spot them. I couldn't see them or hear them I was a bit disappointed, then they came into view, it was a young woman and an oldman, they had been fucking in broad daylight in the park close to my backwall.

Only one conclusion to be had, he had paid a pro for a quickie, the sly old bugger. As she was walking of she was adjusting her short skirt and he was trying to walk well aware from her, as he walked past the bin, he threw something in it, possibly a tissue he had used or maybe even a used condom, good on him keeping the park tidy.

I decided to go for a look in the park to see where they had been. There was a small clearing behind some bushes close to my back wall, the area was well flattened, it even had a park bench in it. There was no way anyone could see what was going on in there, unless you was sat on top of one the garden walls which backed onto it, or maybe from upstairs in the detached house, just past cycle the entrance.

During that summer I listened to quite a few afternoon sex sessions, they never last long when they occurred, but I used to get turned on and I had even started playing with my cock whilst they had a fuck or blowjob. A bloke called Gordon was a regular afternoon visitor and it didn't seem to bother him who gave him the blowjob for £20.

Unbeknown to me I had been spotted by my landlady, who confronted me when I paid my rent. She wanted to know if listening to her girls was all I wanted to do. She could arrange for me to watch them in action in Number 122 Dansom Street for £10 quid a go. The temptation was enormous but I couldn't make myself do it, not when I could watch it on the internet for bugger all.

it didn't stop her from asking me just about every time she saw me though.

I think she thought I would eventually give in.

When she told me the rent would be going up by £50 a month at the end of the year, when I went to pay it, I was in a panic. Money was already very tight, that would leave me £20 for nights out a week and I told her I couldn't afford it, hoping to get a reduction, What she did have was another option for me, I could rent number 122 from her at £200 less per month. As part of the deal, I would keep quiet about the girls who use the garage flat. Plus I could still listen to them for free, also from there I could see them performing in the park from the back garden. I said could I think about it and let her know, her response was, take it now or leave it sunshine. £200 less rent would solve my cash problems and I could pay off more of my credit card than the minimum each month, so I took it.

Good lad she said, go pack your stuff, I will see you round there in an hour. All packed and ready to move two crammed suitcases, a rucksack full of bedding and a couple of bags of food, the total of my possessions, pretty shit for a 26 year old. Number 122 was an upgrade, the place was far bigger. Coming in from the front door, there was a hallway leading to the stairs, to the right as we went in was a large living room with two large sofas, a 60 inch tv on the wall and a log burner, a door at the back of the room led into the kitchen, fairly small but a fully fitted kitchen with a large fridge freezer in the corner. There was a door at the back of the kitchen which led to the garage apt, she unlocked the door and revealed another door behind it she unlocked that and we went in. It was straight into the bedroom, we walked through that into a tiny lounge. There was a door that opened onto the driveway, at the end of the lounge was a door to the bathroom. As far as you are concerned this is let to another tenant, you dont have a key to the place. If anyone asks, the only time you have been in here was when you got offered it for rent.

I have only shown you it, so you know to listen at the door for you kicks. I set the extension up this way just incase of a police raid, so the tenant in the house wouldn't be implicated.

She asked me if I was happy to do it, I agreed, she then gave me back all of my rent money and told me I now had to pay by direct debit to this account, as handed me a sheet of paper. She asked if I did internet banking, I said yes, good do it now then. I set up a direct debit to a Mr Jon Leslie for the 1st of the month and then paid this months rent, she checked on her phone and it was already there.

I settled in, unpacked and stuck the telly on, this was ok, actually it was a damn sight better than ok. Halfway through the film I heard the someone come down the driveway. I went to door in the kitchen to see if I could hear anything of the goings on, who ever had done the sound proofing had done a good job or they were being very quiet.

Like I said before the street had the reputation for prossies, who operated out of the pub which was opposite the park entrance. You only came down the street to either go to the pub or the industrial estate, or if you lived there of course, it was one road in and out. The terraced houses on both sides finished before the cycle path exit or entry into the park on one side of the road and The Crown and Anchor and its car park on the other. My new place was opposite the pub car park, then came the industrial estate on both sides.

She had picked the perfect house to use as a brothel, there were no direct neighbours to complain about it. There was plenty of moans about them using the corner of the park and the pub, but generally it was just accepted. The girls tried to be discreet and the punters would arrive through the park.

Over the next couple of months I became a regular in the pub and I met the 6 women who used the place and I even got to know them, they were all full time pros, aged between 20 and 40 ish.

The deal was if you wanted a blowjob or sex in the house it was £20 more than in the park, if it was raining you didn't get a choice but it was only £10 more not £20. On a night the room was could be used as many as 10 times, on a weekend at least 10 times during the day and more on a night. Friday night was the busiest, especially at the end of the month. pay day fucks the girls called it.

I don't know how much Connie, my landlady was making out of it, but she owned 3 houses down there and 5 down the next two streets.

She lived on her own and was not a woman to cross and also a regular in the pub, with her two sons. Providing the girls paid her on time, there wasn't any problems. The cctv on the side of my house saw to that, it recorded who came in and out, so they couldn't fiddle her.

In the winter the place got used a lot more and I kind of ignored what was going on. I hadn't told any of my friends about my place, so I never took a date or them back there, saying my landlady wouldn't allow it.

Then a new girl started coming, she was an absolutely stunning black woman with long legs about the same height as me, 5ft 10in and stacked. She only worked nights and from what I saw, only ever arrived by car. She parked on the driveway and she stayed for an hour at a time.

Little Janice said Connie would tell them to keep away for the hour or hours she wanted the room. It meant they had to use the pub car park or the park if it was still daylight, if they argued they got threatened with a visit from one or both her sons. I had seen both of them and although I am well built and could handle myself, I was not in their league, so I couldn't blame them for accepting it.

It was three weeks before I finally talked to her, she was called Hazel. She knocked on my front door, wanting to know if I could possibly fix her shower, it wasn't working properly, hardly any water was coming out. I agreed to have a look and followed her watching those sexy long legs strut back to the flat.

I turned the shower on and it was just a dribble of water, looking at it, it needed a damn good clean, I told her it would maybe be 15 minutes to sort it out, it was full of limescale. She wasn't happy, she said, she needed a shower now.

I said, if she was that desperate for a shower she could use mine. She thanked me, looked at my bulging trousers and said for £300 quid she would sort out my trouser snake, £50 off for letting her use my shower. The temptation was enormous but I resisted and told her to follow me, she picked up a large bag and we went back to mine.

I told her the bathroom was upstairs at the back of the house, she walked slowly up the stairs and I watched as more and more of her naked arse come into view. There would be no need for the internet tonight, I had a picture of her arse and fabulous legs imprinted on my brain. Grade 1 wank material.

She came down stairs twenty minutes or so later, dressed in a figure hugging pair of black leggings and bright red tight top with two nipples sticking out, no bra there then.

We sat a talked for 5 minutes whilst i was still cleaning the shower head, I had got the worst off, I tested it by running some water through it, it was a lot better but not perfect. We went back to the flat, I refit it, tested it, she said cheers and we left.

What I hadn't reckoned on, was Connie seeing me go in there and then leaving with Hazel, then us going back some 30 or so minutes later.

I found that out when I went into the pub the next night, I was summoned to her table in the corner. Her opening remark was, how did I enjoy fucking Hazel. I stuttered a response, something like, as much I would have loved to, I couldn't justify spending £350 for a fuck. No matter how bloody gorgeous she was, nor could I afford it.

Thought not she said, but thanks for fixing the shower, then asked, was I any good at DIY.

Yes, not bad, I can turn my hand to most things, plumbing, electrics, decorating, not too bad at plastering but I'm a crap brickie.

That was the start of me working on evenings and weekend in her houses, doing general repairs and the odd painting, when tenants left. Which was a fairly regular occurrence. Then she bought another property, she wanted to do it up asap.

I was given two options for payment, cash off my rent or sex with any of the girls. Blowjobs £20 quid, a wank £15, a fuck was £75 with condom, anal was £100 with a condom and £125 without. If I wanted an hour with Hazel it started at £350 for basic fucking plus add ons at Hazels discretion.

At first I took the money, then I succumbed, Janice gave me a blow job one saturday afternoon, after I fixed the shower screen back onto the wall. It had been dislodged as she put it, with her Wednesday man. Maybe it was her specialty, but they way she took my whole 7 inches down her throat, and was somehow still able to breathe and lick it with her tongue. Along with sucking it was bloody fantastic. I didn't last very long, she got me real close whilst playing with my balls. Then made me cum, by using her vacuum like mouth, and shoving two fingers in my arse and massaging me, I shot my load down her throat.

Britney was next, three days later. I had been working in the new purchase and was on my way back to my place as she was walking to the pub. Hey randy Andy whens my turn, she shouted across the road. I did a quick check to see nobody was about and shouted back, how about now in the shower.

Whoo hoo, she shouted back, as she crossed the road and took my arm, not had a nice 7 inches in ages. Seems like Janice had been discussing me with her.

It will have to be in the flat though, she said, I'm not risking crossing Connie, she has eyes everywhere.

She supplied the condom and put it on my cock with her mouth, as I was playing with her rather pert tits, inside her bra. Enough of that she said slip me that 7 inches, as she turned round, dropped her knickers and lifted up her skirt in a very practiced movement. No foreplay then, she licked her fingers and spread her pussy lips with one hand, grabbed my prick with other then guided my prick into her cunt. I was halfway in her when she thrusted backwards and took the rest in all in one go, my bollocks slapped against her arse cheeks.

Now fuck me hard, no messing about, otherwise I will be late, so thats just what I did. She was surprisingly fairly tight, I don't know why but I expected her to be kind of loose. I was really getting into a good rhythm and she was moaning, maybe that was just for my benefit or she was enjoying it, I know I was so I didn't care.

I was tempted to stick my finger in her arse but that might cost me so I refrained. Instead I leant forward and put my hand between her legs and played with her swollen clit. Now that did make her moan louder and she was gyrating her hips, as I plunged my cock in and out of her cunt. When I finally came and slipped out of her, she got some tissues from the bedside drawer and a plastic bag. She wiped herself and handed me the bag containing her tissues, a couple of tissues for me, then said condom in their with the tissues you take them home, we don't leave anything in here, Connies rules.

I presume you want me to tell Connie, to knock it off what she owes you,

Err yes please.

Come on move it she said, or I will be late as she pushed me out of the door with my plastic bag in my hand. Thanks Andy, that was nice, Janice won't be happy when I tell her and Liz will definitely be pissed. Bag in your bin not ours don't forget, if you come in for drink later, I might treat you to one.