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Also, if I enjoyed it, ‘he could arrange other spots with clubs around the region, at least once a week, maybe two ... KERCHING!'
I didn't really think about it in any depth and agreed on the spot.
The first evening was at a photography club about 15 miles away that Sid arranged and had offered to drive me to these out-of-town places.
I was oddly nervous at the prospect of ‘modelling' ... as it was way out of my comfort zone and not a thing anyone, I knew had any experience of.
The journey took about 20 minutes and Sid was as sweet as pie, talking me through what I could expect from the members and offered me the chance to back out if I wanted. He was 100% correct, they were all lovely and welcoming. Coffee and biscuits were in a never-ending supply and when I was introduced, the members were told "to remember to be courteous and treat this young lady as if she was your sister or daughter."
For my first modelling spot I wore my tightest jeans and the Outspan t-shirt which they (and every other club) loved and proved to be an icebreaker.
Sid stood chaperone, even suggesting poses and how to ‘use' my luscious permed hair when the members appeared too shy. After coffee and biscuits, I changed into the less revealing of two bikinis I'd bought especially for the night. I soon got the hang of it, trying and succeeding I think, in looking as sexy as possible.
As the twenty minutes flew by a nervous voice asked if I could ‘loosen the bra?' "Stephen - no!" A stern voice chided him, but I'd already unhooked it, "It's okay. I don't mind." I smiled, slowly sliding the straps down then holding the cups over my boobs.
"Are you ready?" I teased, "3 ...2 .....1!" then removed the bra and the cameras sounded like machine guns for a few seconds until the local Chairman walked in front of me and ushered everyone out.
As the door closed behind them, he turned to the grinning Sid, "Are you sure this is her first time?" Sid nodded, "yep, but she's not shy, are you?" With my t-shit back on, but not my jeans adding a modicum of decorum I had more coffee then disappeared to get changed for the last session ... a matching set of black transparent bra, knickers and suspender belt with seamed stockings.
This time a large stool was added to the small stage and blank backdrop, and I paraded around bending over showing my bum at every opportunity, occasionally squatting with my legs wide open ... which again set the cameras off like machine guns.
As he handed me my money the man was actually sweating and not just booking me for a return in four weeks but promising to recommend me to other clubs in the region.
On the way home Sid was very happy with how things gone, and when I offered him ‘petrol money' he dismissed it with a grin, "I've been waiting to see the goods for months ... so, thank you." When he collected me the following Tuesday, he handed me a large envelope, which contained 16 photos from the previous shoot and the quality was so professional I hardly recognised myself!
This became a recurring thing, and Sid went on to create a book of my best photos for me ... which I still have today. I used some of the money to buy more clothes for the sessions, the most popular was aa very short tartan ‘swishy skirt' which with knee-high socks, a white shirt with tie from the local High School, made for a ‘sexy schoolgirl' look and assorted sexy underwear, which also came in useful when I had playtime with an array of lovers.
Alongside my work in the shop and The Club, my modelling career expanded to two nights most weeks with Sid increasing my ‘rates' to £25 for ‘Glamour' and £40 for what he called ‘Continental' which was ‘knickers off' and guaranteeing topless and me exposing my pussy. There was plenty of demand for this but normally only two or three photographers at a time.
The first time I did a ‘Continental' shoot was nerve racking. Sid had arranged it with a guy from a Club and was in Sid's studio above the shop, with two men who'd photographed me as part of a larger group on a Club night.
I don't know who was the most anxious of the four, I was shaking in the bathroom changing into a sexy white underwear set. Not for the first time on these nights Sid offered me a large glass of vodka and coke, which went down in two gulps and eased my tensions.
Both photographers had been primed and let me parade around the small set in my usual manner, only going straight into my ‘racier' poses, touching my toes and squatting which meant they could see my now neatly trimmed pubes, then after 5 minutes took my bra off, cupping my tits and showing them off. By this time the vodka and adrenaline were combining to make me very naughty. I quickly took off my panties and after changing rolls of film, I was asked to pose on my knees with my legs apart then roll onto my back ... legs apart and in the air.
I was buzzing like a bumble bee. Obviously, plenty of men had seen my ‘lady parts' over the previous months,... but having them photographed was a blast.
Sid stopped the show and sent me off to get changed again. This time I was wearing a black ‘peephole' and ‘split-crotch' knickers ... which drew a gasp from all three on my return.
The poses were obviously quite similar, but I was so turned on I accidentally touched my pussy at one stage and the reaction on their faces made me continue, until I lay on my back fingering myself, which had both men only a couple of feet from me, getting what they called ‘extreme close-up shots.' ...Although I tried, I couldn't bring myself off ... probably because they kept suggesting new positions.
The hour flew by and both men were very happy with the outcome ... I'd given them ‘value for money' they wheezed in unison, desperately trying to hide their visible erections in their jeans.
I invited Sid into my house ‘for a coffee' that night but really so I could ‘thank him properly.' Thanking him profusely for all his help I shocked him by putting my hand on his crotch. "Oh!" he looked shocked, "there's no need."
"There is." I sexily pouted, "there really is." Under any other circumstances a man like Sid would never have come onto my radar, but he had and now a mixture of gratitude and hornitude made me pull his zip down and unbuckle his belt ... he did the rest. I presumed it was a case of stage-fright as his cock was still shrivelled up. I gave it a few tugs and kissed it too then stood up and stripped naked for him.
"Is that better?" I smiled turning 360 degrees. He nodded and had shaken some life into his cock.
I kneeled beside him, allowing room for him to play with my tits and/or pussy as I took his cock fully into my mouth, using all my oral skills to please my friend by getting his cock hard ... and please him I did, giving him a sloppy blow job, his first ever and he beamed after cumming on my tits. This too became his weekly treat.
Around this time The Council found out Bobby had left me and I was living in a three-bedroom house by myself. After a few meetings it was agreed that I'd move into a flat in the village centre, overlooking the Club.
It made perfect sense for me and Bobby didn't take much furniture, partly because we didn't really have much and of course, he was moving in with his parents. The flat wasn't in great repair, so I was given a discounted rent and was promised that it would all be updated later in the year, starting with a new kitchen followed by the bathroom then eventually new central heating.
As well as the Friday night Disco and ‘band night' on Saturdays the Club introduced Rock Cover Bands on Thursdays, which proved very popular from Day #1 and I worked the upstairs lounge, which overlooked the main room and stage, by myself.
I was now having great fun wearing my wedding ring, ‘waving it' at guys I didn't fancy, and when those I did fancy saw it and would ask about ‘my husband' I'd tell them he was ‘working on the oil rigs' and then invite them back to the flat.
This happened most notably one Thursday when a band were drinking in my lounge before going on stage and the long haired singer, Mick was ‘chatting me up'. He was tall and muscular because he worked on building sites and very self-confident and had a bit of a beard too... just my type!
When he spoke to me when ordering drinks, he had a mischievous smile and called me, "Me darling" in an accent I couldn't quite place.
I'd not heard of his band but the ‘big room' was sold out long before they came on stage; and when they did the place went wild. I remember they covered a noisy mix of Rolling Stones, Free, Rod Stewart and Queen songs allowing Mick to really show off and flirt with women dancing at the front of the stage.
At the break he made a beeline for me in the upstairs bar, standing drinking and chatting me up again, asking about my wedding ring while delicately swatting away eager female fans. It was one of those nights when I told him that my husband was ‘working on the oil rigs.' Which got a naughty wink. At the end of the night the band were having a couple of drinks as the club cleared, and he was back at my bar; eventually asking ‘if I lived local.' I nodded and he invited himself back ‘for a quick coffee or something.'
We'd barely got through the flat door when he had me pressed against the wall, kissing me and groping my arse and tits. Evidently, this was a fairly common occurrence, but I liked to play the nervous housewife ... "Oooh ... this is so wrong." "Oooh I've never done anything like this before!" "I hope my husband doesn't find out."
As expected, this turned him on and he lifted my tiny frame up by arse until I could wrap my legs around his waist, so he could grind himself against me. "Where's your bedroom?" he gasped. "Down there ... on the left." He kept hold of me and I wrapped my legs tighter as he carried me down the corridor and edged the bedroom door open.
My bedroom was as untidy as ever with two pairs of dirty knickers lying on the floor. "You can tell that your husbands away" he grinned surveying the debris as he dropped me onto my bed. "I really shouldn't!" I giggled as I wriggled out of my tight jeans, his sparkling eyes not leaving me for a second.
He played along with my teasing as he too undressed, finally dropping his boxers to reveal a thick cock, not porn star long ... but certainly long enough and thick.
He joined me on the bed where we rolled around touching each other, kissing and eventually him fingering me which made me sigh, then me grabbing his cock.
According to Kirk, my ex-next door neighbour lover, I was only one of two ‘slags' on the state that sucked cock ... I didn't think he was including his mother, so there were probably three.
So, the look of amazement on Mick's face when I slid down his hairy torso and took his cock in my mouth was worth any entrance fee! "Fucking hell!" he inhaled as I willingly sucked on his fat knob while wanking his shaft, "Jesus wept! Yes ... yes.. yes... you didn't look like a cock sucker .... You're husband's a lucky fucker." (If only he knew the truth!)
I continued for a few minutes until he couldn't take much more, then rolled onto my back, knees bent and legs apart.
The hunky singer grinned as he rubbed his knob along my slimy cunt entrance, and with a gasp of "Yes ya fucker!" in it went ... right up to his pubes in one hard thrust. "Ugh... Ugh ....Ooohh!" I groaned as I slowly accustomed to his ferocious fucking, only using his hips as ... bang-bang- bang, he was like a machine holding his weight on his outstretched arms and grinning like a mad man. Soon he had me bouncing on the bed like a rag doll. I liked dominant men and rough sex ... and this guy was right at the top of that league. "Your husbands' not going to know what's hit him when he tries to fuck you next week." He laughed, "your cunt's not going to be nice and tight anymore when I'm finished with you."
Eventually he began wheezing and slowed down. I was covered in sweat ... both mine and his. Still with a very hard erection he rolled off me, "get back down and suck it while I get my breath back." He puffed heavily.
Still pulling in air myself I eagerly submitted, lying alongside him facing his feet as I sucked and licked my juices off his veiny shaft. After a few minutes I felt him moving his hips, jabbing his cock into my mouth .... Fucking my face while fingering me with a long calloused finger.
Every now and again he'd take his finger out and stroke my sensitive bum hole, smearing my goo across it, making me wiggle and giggle. "Get on your hands and knees." He gulped.
Like a submissive bitch, I submitted, as this was now my favourite sex position and I hoped he'd be just as wild in this primal position. He was!
He firmly held my hips and banged me like a mongrel dog and a pedigree bitch. I was in sexual Heavan the harder and more prolonged he fucked my once tight pussy, barely noticing him stroking my bum hole and pressing his finger against it ... testing the resistance.
My face was buried in my pillow as he absolutely battered my cunt and never seemed even close to cumming.
It was even a relief of sorts when he finally pulled his cock out and I heard him gulping in air. But I wasn't prepared for what came next.
It felt like he'd slid two fingers into my cunt, then twisted them around and pulled straight back out ... only to smear my cream across my bum hole ... then I felt a finger slide in!
"Whoa ... WHOA! Stop that!" I squealed ... but too late as the next I knew was his cock was now pressing at my virgin entrance. It all happened so quickly I had no time to tense up ... and a few inches of his greasy fat cock was now in my arse! "No ... no ... no .... Stop that!" I cried out, only for him to grab the back of my head and push it back into the pillow at the same time as the rest of his cock filled my most private cavity.
My cocksucking skills had given me a reputation, as I was a rarity for eagerly going down on men, so anal sex was a whole new endeavour in my estate or I guessed the region. I'd never even seen or read about such a thing in any of my ex-husband's magazines or videos ... but I did know it was as dirtier thing as two adults could do.
My pussy juices must have made his cock and my bum hole slick, as he was soon fucking my arse with as much ease as he had my cunt. It wasn't exactly painful ... although my wrinkled opening tingled and stung a bit but it all felt very uncomfortable ... as that hole wasn't meant for something that size!
I couldn't stop myself writhing and turning trying to shake him off ... but it was obviously in vain as he was so big and powerful ...and obviously enjoying himself.
"That's it me darling! Take it ... take it all!" he kept panting with every fulsome blow from his cock. "I wish I could be there to see your husband's face when he sees what I've done to your pretty little shitter!"
My hands and forearms were now covering my head as I tried to relax and accommodate his unnatural actions .... Pretending I wasn't enjoying it.
"Here it comes me darling!" he finally grunted, "where do you want it? Up your arse or across your pretty little face?"
I was nearly delirious and didn't answer, so he took it upon himself to pull his cock out ... leaving my arse hole feeling on fire, then rolling me over before spraying his spunk over my face and heaving tits. I'd known some ‘big shooters' previously, but Mick was in a different league ... and it was thick and a bit smelly as it dripped down my cheek.
"Fuck that was amazing, me darling." He panted, "did you enjoy that too?"
"You bastard!" I hissed, rubbing my aching hole at the same time, "fuck off .... Get out!"
"Ah now, come on me darlin' .... I could hear you .... You fucking loved that; you can't kid me." "What do you mean?" I asked, fighting back tears of rage ... and ecstasy.
"You were fucking bouncing back on every push .... And the noises? Fuck me ... you're a dirty bitch." He cackled. He was telling the truth, but I wasn't going to admit it. Now satisfied he coolly got off the bed and began getting dressed, leaving his cock dangling until the very last moment.
"Have you got a phone so I can call a taxi?" He asked without a care for my emotions. After he made the call he came back into the bedroom, "Are you going to play with yourself, me darling?"
"In your dreams." I hissed again, "not in front of you anyway!" He laughed out loud, then there was the toot from his taxi. "I've written your number down .... I'll give you a call, maybe we can go out for a drink one night .... I could fancy more of that, me darling."
"Go on ... fuck off." I snarled but couldn't hide the smile on my face. He was right, I had quickly grown to enjoy him fucking my arse ... it was different and obviously dirty, but I absolutely loved it and yes, I did masturbate straight away ... and again in the morning.
He did call the next week, and we went on a date, ending up back at my flat for more raw dirty sex, with him getting me to beg for him ‘to put it in my arse .... Fuck my arse!' which really amused him and played right into my subordinate personality.
Both with Mick the singer and Kirk my best friend's son and regular lover I became an anal addict over the next few weeks, much to the younger lad's surprise the first time; but I kept it for special occasions with other lovers, most of whom still enjoyed getting their cock's sucked and weren't expecting anything else.
TBC
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