This story follows on from a previous post! ' A fantasy goes wrong but she delivers the goods anyway.'

On Sunday morning, my husband informed me. 'They want you again tomorrow night.' He meant the group of anonymous men to whom he had delivered me, to be ravished by, the previous week and to whom I had promised to be an unpaid whore for the next six months. Nine of them had fucked and buggered me for over three hours, while I blindfolded had refused them nothing. All week I had been at an heightened awareness, not to mention a little tender in the nether regions. Although we had driven, a little way out of our area, some of these strangers who had enjoyed my body in the most intimate ways, apparently may meet me in the street or maybe even share the same social scene. The prospect was both exiting and humiliating. They were able to observe me, knowing I had accepted their cocks in every orifice and yet, I did not know who they were or what they looked like. It had been agreed in subsequent conversations between Mr Brown and my husband(and I accepted)that I was not to wear trousers or tights, but always dresses or loose skirts with no knickers. As far as possible ( normal life does somewhat get in the way of fantasy situations) I would be at their disposal at all times, not just on Monday's. To this end every man involved had been given a business card. Simply printed LDF Club. (access all areas) MCA., it stood for Lesley Dudley Fuck Club, Mouth Cunt Arse. If presented with this, hopefully in a discreet situation, I would know they were 'safe' and comply with their wishes. Consequently I spent every hour looking over my shoulder or apprehensively gauging any man I came into contact with waiting for an approach. Suffice to say a week had passed and my anxiety or anticipation had been unnecessary. The next evening was repeat of last week. Gary drove me out to the common, I put on the blindfold and got into the car as before and was driven to the venue. This time I went alone and my husband was to collect me at an arranged time from the common. Via Gary I had been told to dress as though going to a 'posh' event, so had on an electric blue evening dress, over a set of Warner's navy underwear complete with suspenders and seamed stockings. It was low cut and the platform bra displayed my tits nicely I thought. The glittery six inch strappy sandals and my hair pulled up on top, completed the image. I was guided by a hand to my elbow into what I assumed was the same room as my first encounter. The hand let go.
'I think we'd like a bit of a show!' The voice of the man who had collected me on both occasions. Desultory clapping and muttered
agreement. I thought there seemed more guys than the first time but couldn't be certain. Some music started playing, not to loud. Something by Carlos Santana ? ' How about you do a little striptease'. Before we'd had the kids I'd stripped a couple of times at amateur's nights at a club in Bradford St., Brum., so I began to move to the music, carefully, as I couldn't see. Conveniently the dress I'd chosen zipped from hem to the low bust line, made it a breeze to ease down to the beat. When it was completely open, I slipped the dress down one arm and held it out. Someone took it. Whispered comments 'Told you she was class,' 'fucks like a bitch in heat'. Obviously bigging me up to some new participants. This thought, titillated my senses, and I got into the routine, trying to be as suggestive as possible, discarding the bra, then slipping down the french knickers and kicking them into where I imagined the audience were. More murmurs of approval, 'lovely tits' 'want to smack that arse' etc. Then my arm was grabbed, 'enough fucking teasing, get your mouth round this'. I was guided to my knees and found a hard fat cock pushing at my lips. I accepted it in my mouth and began to suck. Someone with a beard began to tongue my cunt and various hands groped my tits. Someone complained that Beardy was taking to long. He was replaced by a cock that went straight in and began to fuck with some urgency. In seconds it spunked up me and was replaced by another which did the same. Before the cock I was blowing began spitting its stuff into my mouth I had four loads in my fanny. Two hands began massaging the cum oozing from me into to my arse cheeks and probing my anus. First one finger then maybe two or three. Unlike the first meet when I seemed to be high from the start, I was into the experience but not getting anywhere near coming yet. I was helped up and guided to lower myself onto what felt like a decent sized prick. It slid in easy. Leaning over him I felt a knob end pushing at my bumhole. Apart from the cum, I had prepared my backside with plenty of KY before leaving home. After some minor resistance, suddenly felt the guys groin on my arse and knew he was all the way in. The two men set up a good rhythm and I began to get the first fluttering's which can lead to orgasm. Two uncut tools were pushed at my face and I tried to gobble them alternatively. Some guy was rubbing his knob end on my breast and wanking, coming with gasps all over my tits, as well as on the guy fucking my cunt. Suddenly they were both upping the pace , the fluttering became an insistent wave. I was meeting their thrusts with equal energy willing them to fuck me senseless. 'yes yes yes don't stop' I hissed ignoring the two pricks jabbing at my mouth. Grunting and cursing both men shuddered to a conclusion. Pumping their jizz into my arse and fanny. They lay still for a moment before being hauled off me. I was anxious to get that sensation going again in my belly and co operated happily being guided to squat on another decent sized todger. With a bit of guidance from me it nudged its way into my bum and I gently wiggled down till I felt his wiry pubes against my behind. Hands cupped my breasts and pulled me backwards . I reclined against a well covered (fat) torso. Fingers parted my cunt lips and a cock pushed in. It's owner lay over me momentarily in the missionary position before launching a frenetic plundering of its sheath. Exactly what I needed. I began to come in juddering spasms, emanating from my bowels through my vagina and trembling my thighs as though in a fit. The cock ejaculated , the sixth cunt deposit, (I was counting) It pulled away. Two more took advantage of the vacant hole, shooting their load before the guy who's dick filled my arse, lifted me onto my knees and in short order bought himself of in my arse. He pulled out and I must have laid there a few minutes completely spent before being helped to my feet and sat on a settee.
Like the last time, there was a brief moment of respite. I was given a whisky and lemonade and listened to the conversations. 'needs to get that minge waxed' I heard some bloke say. Then another, 'she tongued Keith's arse last week, dirty bitch, I wouldn't mind being rimmed by
her I'm sure' As soon as I had downed the drink a hand pulled me up. 'Lay her on this settee with her head hanging over, I want to fuck her throat'. I'm not keen on deep throat stuff so wasn't looking forward to what was coming. My head hung back over the settee and a pretty chunky cock pushed its way into my mouth. To be fair its owner was gentle and eased into my throat slowly. Instructing me 'breath thro' your nose slut' before fucking quite gently and spunking straight down my throat. I was pushed face down onto what turned out to be a spread arse and did what I thought was expected, to appreciative sighs. Tonguing the hole and licking round the hairy bollocks. I wanked the cock till it spurted in my fingers. While kneeling up providing this service, my two adjacent holes were alternately occupied. 'Lick it all up' someone commanded. I did. 'Suck that hole you fucking whore' They manouvered my face to cover another hairy behind. He must have been doubled over with his arse in the air. Some of the comments were getting more abusive and demanding and my arse had been slapped a few times. To my surprise, this increased my excitement. 'Lets double fuck her'. Last week two pricks had tried to get into my cunt but failed, this time they managed it, rubbing alongside each other before cumming quickly. They pulled out, their deposits dribbling out of me and down my thighs.
The fucking was relentless. It seemed that there was never an instance when I didn't have a prick in my mouth, cunt or arse and most often all three at the same time. My breasts were flushed and nipples long and hard from the permanent attention of teeth and lips, the slightest touch around my bum or fanny made me shake, almost permanently spasming with pleasure. I knew my once pristine hairdo was now slick with come and my skin a patina of sperm, sliding in rivulets off me, or here and there drying in scabrous patches. I had initially tried to keep a count of how many times I was fucked, buggered or gave oral but gave up. Eventually they began to slow down and they became inventive and perverse. Someone wanted to fetch his dog to give me a seeing to but was dissuaded, though I imagine a lot would have liked to see it and I admit I've thought about it a few times since. I was fucked with large beer bottle, another wanted to piss on me but was told they had to be careful of the carpet. 'Put her in the bath' They did and three or four enjoyed emptying their bladders over me then had me suck them off. Then they were done for this week.
I was given my coat, my clothes in a bag and delivered back to my husband, hair dripping, naked except for stockings, still wet and stinking of urine. ' How'd it go' he asked with a concerned look, ' brilliant' I replied. Sliding into the car and closing my eyes, I was completely done in. It was all I could do to stay upright and shower before collapsing into bed, leaving a very disappointed husband.

In the middle of the next week I had to go into the greengrocers shop to take a cheque from my school for the fruit it supplied. I was still
unaware that Mr Brown was the main organiser of my band of debauchees or that the venue of my degradation was in fact over one of the shops in the precinct. We exchanged a few pleasantries about the school and how much the children enjoyed the fruit etc., It was almost closing time and no one else in the shop. The shopkeeper wiped his large hands on his overall and said ,'I believe we belong to the same club?' 'really?' I replied mystified. He drew from his overall pocket the business card, which I instantly recognised. 'I think so' Stepping from behind the counter he turned the sign on the door to 'Closed'. I was rooted to the spot. 'Come this way' Mr Brown led me into a room behind the shop piled high with sacks of potatoes and other veg. My mind was reeling trying to process what was happening and what I must have already done with this man. 'I haven't got much time, my wife will be coming to pick me up! pull up your skirt and bend over those potatoes.' This was the voice of the man who had collected me on the common I was sure. 'Jesus' Couldn't be closer to home. I did as asked. Lifted my skirt and bent forward leaning on the sacks of spuds. 'good to see you're following instructions' I had no knickers. His fat fingers cursorily graze my behind as though checking for blemishes then without ceremony pushed their way between my thighs forcing me to take a side step to allow them access. They parted my cunt lips and reamed around just once before I felt his cock nudge into me. I felt a hand groping my breast. Not wanting to get finger marks on my cream top I quickly undid my blouse . Marauding fingers pushed up my bra and engulfed my tit tweaking the nipple roughly. At the same time he set up a keen rhythm. 'His cock feels a good size' I thought, then, 'I'm fucking the greengrocer, bloody hell'. Fortunately the potatoes were stacked securely and withstood his assault on my fanny. Pausing he announced he was coming, then resumed frenetically, then stuttered to a halt. His prick twitched in me. Moments later he withdrew, instructing me to turn round and 'clean it'. I did, bending to take the now half hard tool, which hung from his opened trousers dripping jizz onto the linoed floor, in my mouth. Suddenly there came the sound of a car, pulling onto the yard. ' That's enough' He stuffed his meat away and zipped up. 'Now fuck off" Leading me back through the shop, he opened the door and almost shoved me into the street. I'd just about managed to redo my blouse and the skirt thankfully dropped nicely into place.
Walking the short distance home, feeling the wetness of the greengrocers sperm escaping my vagina and making its way sluglike down the inside of my legs, I contemplated my predicament. It had seemed scarily exciting the possibility that I could be unexpectedly called upon to service random strangers but the reality of having just been used by the local greengrocer was a bit disconcerting to say the least. Back home my husband was at pains to point out that he didn't have much option but to have complied with the arrangement and tried to reassure me that while the type of episode I'd just experienced was likely to be repeated, he was certain the men involved were just as anxious as us to keep their activities clandestine. 'Who are the others?' I demanded. My husband declined to enlighten me, pointing out that that I had for more than a couple of weeks been on a sexual high. A condition which he suggested , correctly, was driven by the vulnerable and unpredictable nature of my current situation. A situation which, he reminded me, I had enthusiastically fantasized about and then persuaded him to organise. He then began to quiz me about the greengrocer. Inevitably my recounting of the way I had been fucked over a pile of spuds was more than he could just sit and listen to. I had to complete the tale, as he vigorously ploughed my cunt from the rear. His contribution contribution joining Browns in pretty short order.
Over the next few weeks, as well as the Monday night blindfold routine( which didn't happen quite every week) I was made use of by several of my 'club members'. Given the nature of the group, which I was beginning to discern, many of them were shopkeepers or worked in premises on or around the High street. Two days after my encounter with the greengrocer I called in at the butchers in the precinct. It was late and they were tidying away, not much on display. Derek and Keith both in their sixties, owned the business and it was popular. Enough trade to need both their wives and a kid in the shop on a Saturday. Tonight there was only another woman customer. Keith the thinner of the two with a Terry Thomas moustache was being very attentive. Derek, more of a caricature of a butcher, bit on the chubby side rosy cheeks and a vulgar sense of humour, I'd thought in the past, asked what I wanted. 'Only a pound of sausage please' I replied almost apologetically. The other woman put her change in her purse and saying goodbye, left the shop. 'Oh I think we can manage that can't we Keith? Lady wants a pound of sausage' He leered at me ' Would you like it from me or Keith? and where would you like us to put it?' I was just as wrong footed as when propositioned by Mr Brown. Derek pulled the card from his pocket. 'Come round the counter before anyone else comes in. Mind the shop' he instructed Derek, leading me into a well lit and clean room, butcher's block tables well scrubbed, stainless rails from the ceiling hung with meat hooks. Two massive fridges filled the back wall. He began to remove his bloodstained overall. 'Get the dress off!' My fingers fumbled with the buttons. It was a warm evening but it was cold in here. The dress was yellow with small black polka dots buttoned to the waist. I lifted it over my head, thinking 'he's seen all this before'. The butcher had already undone his trousers and pushed them down. His cock semi hard hung down but looked promising. I wore only my black bra and hold ups and waited his instructions. Take off the bra and kneel down' I did, expecting him to push his meat in my face but he began to wipe his knob end over my tits. I'm not really big enough in that department to give good tit fucks but he seemed to be getting off on just pushing into my flesh and doing an eskimo rub with his bell end on my nipples. I had goosepimples on my breasts and it was, just the cold, but my nipples were hardening with the stimulation, as was his cock. As I thought, it was a decent size over eight inches and fat. Keith came in announcing he had locked up and put the 'closed' sign in the door. He just unbuttoned his soiled overall and unzipped, pulling an already stiffening member from his underpants. Positioning himself alongside Dereck, my face was twisted round. 'You wanted sausage. This is all meat.' His uncut cock was not as fat as Dereck's but maybe a tad longer. He pulled my head until the business end of his dick was nudging my tonsils and I was gargling and breathing through my nose to avoid choking. Sliding his 'sausage' steadily in an out of my throat he embarked on a monologue. 'All the times you've come in the shop, I said to Dereck you were a bit of a minx but I never thought you would be such a willing slut'. Pulling out of my mouth, he instructed me to kneel on a low box, and proceeded to frig my cunt with his fingers. Derek's cock poked at my face and I had to open wide to let it access my mouth. I began to suck as he roughly manhandled my tits. As well as what seemed like a hand up my fanny another digit or two were being worked into my behind. 'Want to dick your arse while its still tight' grunted Keith 'Not when its been opened up and full of spunk like on Mondays.' With a bit of relief I realised his fingers were working some sort of lube into my anus, just before I felt his cock slide steadily into me, only pausing slightly to ease past my sphincter, his bollocks resting on my fanny. 'fucking hell that's good' the buggering butcher groaned dragging his meat back out of me before beginning to shag my bum in earnest. It was starting to feel ok and I concentrated on giving the fat prick in my mouth( not an insult) a good time. Its owner seemed content for me to guzzle on his tool and not want to jam it down my throat and I began to enjoy the sensations building in my nether regions. Keith continued to rapidly finger my cunt as he plowed my arse. I felt him bend over me and he sort of whispered ' You like it up the arse don't you? he repeated it and I was obliged to confess that I did. As his tempo increased, he asked me if I wanted his spunk up my arse or in my mouth and so on. I just needed him not to stop! so told him loudly 'up my arse'; just as I began to cum. As I shuddered, in orgasm, my lips momentarily lost their hold on Derek's cock. Keith pulled my hips back and held me against his groin while he jerked his stuff in my bum. Just for a few seconds none of us moved. All you could hear was the sound of heavy breathing. I felt the cock slip out of my bumhole and the unmistakable feeling of sperm seeping out. Then Keith was in front of me, guiding his semi hard slimy tool into my mouth. Derek had swapped ends and was pushing his thick member into my cunt. I was just going through the motions slurping on the dick that seconds ago was buried in my anal cavity. The idea was disgusting, degrading, but perversely refueled my interest in proceedings and I found myself urging the Butchers on. Swearing loudly Derek fucked me vigorously then rammed himself as far in me as he could and discharged his load in a series of short spasms. Keith although nearly hard again was not going to deliver a second instalment. They were done. Only I was naked . The two men restored their clothing. One of them handed me the dress. 'That was brilliant' said Derek 'we'd thought our shagging days were over, and when Fred Brown said he'd got this woman who'd let us all fuck her, didn't believe it.' Keith went out 'I'll get your sausages' In a minute or two I had straightened my hair and made myself presentable. Derek said 'That was brilliant' for the third time and let me out of the back entrance to the shop into the service yard of the precinct. I began the short walk home. I now knew three of the group I had given myself to and had to say they were not much to write home about. Even so, I conceded I had been sufficiently turned on to orgasm under the ministrations of the Butchers so the circumstances and their using me had achieved some result and they'd not charged me for the sausage!

Every time I left the house, I nervously anticipated being accosted. A builders van pulled up at the end of the road and I thought 'Here we go' but sadly as they seemed well put together, they only wanted directions. My next encounter was with an estate agent who had an office on the main road. It was where we had initially seen our house advertised and he had handled the sale. I'd taken an instant dislike to him, a slimy git I'd decided. But when when shown the LDFC card, I complied with his request to visit his office the next evening. He must have sensed my distaste and took delight I'm sure in trying to humiliate me, making me rim his flabby arse and as a finale, kneel by the toilet and direct his prick with my mouth as he pissed.

Following him was the local barber and his colleague, two nice young men who drove me to Kinver in their van and fucked me every which way. Most enjoyable, no chore at all. Then came (no pun), a plasterer, not sure how he fitted into the group, wiry with a long cock, after him the owner of the cafe next to the post office and the bookie. The cheeky plasterer saw me pulling onto the drive at home and pretended he had come to quote for some work. (Our house looked like a building site at the time).There was no one at home so he came in and shagged me quickly on the kitchen table and went. Both the other two propositioned me in the street and I met them after closing time and enjoyed two short sharp straightforward encounters in their shops with the shutters down.

By far my most embarrassing moment came when attending a meeting of Governors at my school. I'm the teacher rep on the governing body. A newly co-opted governor, a local business, man asked to be shown round the school. The head asked me to to escort him when the meeting was over. He was about forty and suited, bit of a belly but not fat. When we reached my classroom, he mentioned how I'd taught his two kids in early years and what a great job he thought I'd done. 'My wife' he said 'thinks you're the epitome of a professional. I didn't like to tell her that the last time I'd seen you, you had a cock in every hole'. I looked at him, horrified! 'Don't worry' he continued 'I'm very happy that you're a whore, especially as I have a share in you.' With that he produced the LDFC card and I was genuinely relieved. My secret life was still relatively secret.

Looking out of the window I saw the car park was now empty, even the cleaners had gone. 'Lets go somewhere less public' he instructed. I led him into the corridor and into a room where everything gets shoved to get it out of the way, no windows. He closed the door and sat in a shabby swivel chair that had once been the heads prize possession. Pointing at a wooden box, he told me to pull it to the centre of the room and stand on it. It was only a foot or so but it made me feel on display, which I suppose was his intention. 'Lift your skirt'. With both hands I raised the hem of the navy blue A line skirt. The silky material bunched easily exposing my stockings and suspenders. 'Keep going and put you feet apart' I complied. I wore no knickers so knew my cunt was clearly visible now and felt myself blushing. Bizarre, as I knew this man already had total intimate knowledge of every bit of me. 'You've shaved your minge I see'. I'd only done it this week, after the comments of some of the Monday night crew and thought it would please some of them. 'Turn round and touch you toes' Clasping my ankles I bent double, feeling the posture parting my buttocks and tautening my calves and thighs. Suddenly he was behind me, his fingers stroking over my behind then slipping under to open my fanny lips and ream inside. Then his mouth was slavering over my arse, his tongue probing my bumhole moving down to push into my vagina lapping at my gash. Grunting an instruction to step down, he motioned me to stay doubled over. I sensed his hands working to release his cock, then felt it nudging its way into my slit. Gripping my hips he pulled me onto his prick. Momentarily he was still as though letting his tool get used to its surroundings then set up a steady rhythm holding my hips to give him purchase. Within a couple of minutes he instructed me to 'turn round and suck it'. Mentally still wrestling with the idea i was being fucked in the school and by a governor, I was just going through the motions. 'Look at me and get your tits out' he gasped. I undid my blouse, pushed the bra down, then resumed gobbling his cock. The sight of my perky tits and me looking up at him as I slurped, must have got him off and he shot a wad into my mouth then pulled out to spray a couple of shots into my face. As he tucked his softening penis back in his trousers he wisecracked 'Makes it worthwhile being a governor. I'm already looking forward to the next meeting.

Later that night as I discussed the latest episode, in this fantasy I'd decided to live out, I told my husband of my real fear that someone would let the cat out of the bag and my secret slut life become the general gossip of the village and I would certainly lose my job. As usual he was reassuring, pointing out all the men involved had wives and reputations at risk as well. Maybe not as potentially damaging as mine, men usually get a lighter rap in the morality stakes but a risk all the same. In the event, I completed my promised six months as their unpaid whore and they made good use of me. Almost every week one or more of them would take advantage of my availability. Familiarity alters situations. Most men are not naturally 'masters' any more than I was a natural submissive. Once eye contact is established they find it difficult to sustain objectification, become considerate of your feelings and relationships become more normal. The exception in this group was the estate agent who as I'd suspected was a complete arsehole. I don't think he actually liked women much. It was necessary to retain the blindfold for the Monday night gatherings. It elevated the experience for me to a different level and for the men it helped strip me of personality and restore my position as a 'fucktoy' for their use. Over the six months there were fifteen Monday events. They always involved most of the nine from the group but sometimes I thought there were more but can't be sure. I thought at the end there might be pressure on me to continue but all of them honoured the agreement and I was never harassed. In actual fact I did have sex with the two butchers just before they retired as a sort of going away gift, (Their shop was closing.) and the two barbers, but in both cases it was me that propositioned them. The cheeky plasterer and I had a sparodic hook up for a few years. He was just good fun and a dirty sod. Unlike the others never wanted to share me, always wanted to be naked and we fucked in a variety of open air locations around the area. As for the rest. The greengrocer died, I moved school, away from the businessman, the estate agent was bought out and he disappeared. The episode was concluded.