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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Again, from my paid days….

Obviously as a working girl, you ‘see’ all types of men (and females), all with different, but exacting needs.

I won’t go into all the different types of requests I get, but let’s just say the are normally very varied.

Also, it is very common that if you have a regular, his needs will normally develop with each visit. For instance, if a guy wanted to be dominated in ‘some PVC’, it wouldn’t be long before he would have me dressed in full PVC with thigh Boots and a German SS cap, straddled into a 8” hollow strap on.

Stuart was one of a kind.

He was mainly about being a voyeur - he liked to watch me doing certain depraved acts before relieving himself, normally over my face, which I didn’t mind, not one bit!

He had watched me so many times - pleasuring myself with my plethora of anal toys. He loved watching me smoke and talking dirty as I smashed my arse with the varying plastic and jelly sex aids. He always wanted me to do extended arse to mouth with them, this would often take 45 - 50 minutes of his hour visit, and then, like I said, he would just ask me to get to my knees and he would ejaculate over my face and tits, before leaving.

On one of his visits last year, he had me dressed like ‘a prossy’ as he put it, and we drove to Chichester. For those that don’t know Chichester is a very up market town with a busy shopping street.

We got to a the main street corner and he told me to get out of the car and act like a ‘street girl’.

I am a very leggy girl, and although I look sexy, I don’t look like a woman. I look like a guy doing a good job at looking like one, if you know what I mean. I certainly DO NOT pass in public. I understand that, totally.

I stood there on the corner, smoking in my red satin blouse, (which was unbuttoned exposing my huge cleavage) a satin pencil skirt, short black PVC bomber jacket, and I obvioulsy wore black stockings and bright red patent high heels.

I saw him parked up about 20 yards away and he was watching my every move.

The reaction of the public was typical… every single person was staring at me, and when they walked past me, they all looked back. Some teenagers shouted ‘pervert’ from across the street. I clutched onto my PVC hand bag and smiled at them as I stood puffing away like a crack whore, chasing her next gig. Two old ladies walked past me and one said “You should be ashamed of yourself”, shaking her head as she walked by.

A lorry came by and the the driver wound his window down and wolf whistled, which was nice!

I finished the cigarette and didn’t really know what Stuart wanted me to do next, so I just walked down the pavement towards him. I swayed my hips like a cat walk model as I took short clip clop steps, and I actually felt really good. Certainly sexy.

All the people were staring as I approached and I smiled at Stuart as I walked past his car.

He smiled back and said “Keep going”.

With that he took off in his car. I carried on walking to the next junction, and he had driven round and was waiting to pick me up.

I climbed in the front of his car and he said I had looked amazing, and really looked the part.

We drove off and went to a well known local dogging area, which at the time was quiet, and Stuart suggested we went into the thick bushes where he relieved himself of his semen over my face in his usual manner.

The drive back to my place was uneventful, and typically subdued. He was now spent, he had once again ‘ticked his box’ and just wanted rid of me, so he could return to his wife and family. Whores get used to this, it is all part of the theatre of the lifestyle.

Regulars normally go in around 5-6 week cycles. You don’t hear anything and then you get a message as if it was yesterday you had last contacted each other.

Stuart was typical of this and about 6 weeks later he massaged me with “Hi gorgeous, want to come for a drive?”

“Of course!” was my reply.

I had no idea what I was letting myself into this time. What would his craving be this time?

I was soon to find out…… to be continued.

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By *dward_TeagueMan
over a year ago

wolverhampton

An interesting start

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By *eet or funMan
over a year ago

peterborough

Good so far

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By *hef2475Couple
over a year ago

Blackpool

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By (user no longer on site)
over a year ago

Carry on please

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By *knick45Man
over a year ago

Bristol

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Part 2

The next few days were spent with Stuart messaging almost constantly. Again, this is common.

I was absolutely flabbergasted when he asked “Have you got a maternity bra?”I have to say, I have been asked for some really bizarre costumes over the years but never this.

(For those of you who may not know, a maternity bra is one where the cups can be unclipped to allow breast feeding).

He told me I should get one and he would reimburse me.

I ordered one off Amazon the same day - a sexy black satin one and as usual it was here the next day.

I couldn’t wait to try it on and I have to say, when I used my old ‘chicken fillets’ to pad the bar out, it gave me a quite a nice plunging cleavage.

Stuart had asked for a selfie of me wearing it, so I quickly took one and sent it to him.

“Perfect” was his reply “You must wear that next Wednesday.”

Over the next few days he had me order a bluetooth ear piece for my phone. This was so he could talk to me and give me instructions remotely the next time I was ‘street walking’ for him.

On the Tuesday he finalised the details for Wednesdays ‘day out’…

He wanted me to wear my black PVC mini dress with black patent knee boots with sheer black stockings and suspenders. He also stipulated exactly how he wanted my make up to be, which in all honesty was pretty normal for a slut meet. Obviously this wasn’t a problem for me, but I was quite intrigued by his constant requests for me to wear the maternity bra.

Wednesday was soon here and I had the final confirmation text from Stuart.

** Please be warned the rest of part 2 is just about me getting ready and will not appeal to some. Wait for part 3 onwards for more action. **

Getting ready takes me about 45 -50 minutes from start to finish and so I was on time. After a long shower and very close double shave, I put on my pink satin bed robe and girly pink slippers and then sat at my dressing table and started on my daily transformation routine.

A thin coating of foundation was first. I like to wear very light coloured foundation as it gives me the feel of a completely ‘blank canvas’ for me to work on. I let the foundation dry and whilst this is taking place I paint my finger nails. Obviously for today’s evolution (as many others), the nails were to be slut red. I have this off to a tee now, and it literally takes me one minute to get the desired effect. The nail polish I use is quick drying, and so a minute later I can continue.

Eye shadow is next. He had asked for just pale but bright blue. Very 70’s porn star esq. I normally use two shades of eye shadow and blend them, but he had requested just pale blue and so that is what I did. I ensured I gave my eye lids and above a real good thick coating, and the effect was instant. Next I apply my face powder, and again this is quite a light colour (nothing like my skin tone), but it emphasises the blusher which was next. My blusher is very dark in comparison. I make huge sweeping motions from my cheek bones backwards towards my ear. Most females would cringe at the look this gives, but to me, and my clients, it was normal.

Next I lined my lips. I always over size them with make up as I have quite thin lips naturally. I use black ‘felt pen’ lip liner. It is used by goths who have black lips, but for me it does the job perfectly, and looks so slutty.

Before I fill in my lip colour, I always apply my false eye lashes. I have only started using these in the past 12 months or so, as I was always concerned I wouldn’t be able to fix them properly. I now have the routine sorted and it really isn’t too much of an issue, although sometimes I admit to having to take them off and ‘start again’ when they didn’t look right. If you look at my pictures I use quite thick ones, and this gives me a certain porn star look, and very 2020’s type chav.

Next I line the under side of my eye with a thick line of black eye liner. For this I just use black eye shadow, but use quite a thick pen type pad for it’s application.

Perfect.

It was now time to get dressed.

First I clip into my waist clinching cupless basque vest. I wear this daily for three reasons - 1. It holds my belly in. Although I am not particularly fat, I have got a belly which is getting harder to shift as the years go on! 2. It is very very tight and constricting and so it makes me feel very feminine, almost Tudor like. 3. It uplifts my boobs so well! The basque really does push them upwards and inwards, forming a lovely cleavage without the need for a bra really. It is a front loading affair, with lots of hook and eye fasteners, and it really is tight and quite a struggle to get clipped into. When the clipping in is complete I rearranged it to get it positioned perfectly, with special emphasis on the boob arrangement!.

My suspender belt was put on next, and as I never undo it when I take it off, it was just a case of stepping into it and pulling it up hight above my waistline. I ensured the six straps were not tangled in any way, and they were all hanging down correctly.

Finding my black 15 denier sheer stockings I stepped into the right one first and unrolled it up over my long, smooth legs. Clipping the suspender clips is always a sexy affair for me. It really does make me feel so feminine, especially the strap at the back of the leg. For this, I put my foot up on the bed, and feed the strap backwards (obviously out of view) and clip it in place. The ‘snap’ when I let go is wonderful!

I repeated the process for the my left leg and then checked myself fully in the mirror, ensuring that my suspender were all perfectly arranged, and indeed both stockings were pulled up to the same height. I hate it when I watch porn films and the females have not got the stockings or hold ups at equal heights! Attention to detail FFS!

As he had ordered me to wear the maternity bra, it was now I went through my normal process of loading myself into it!…

I put the bra around me with the cups at the back, and then clip the fasteners together. I can then ‘spin’ the whole thing around until the cups are at the front. I then put my arms through the bra straps and pull the cups up and over my boobs.

As you probably have seen I am blessed with most lovely natural tits. I would normally pull each boob over the padding in the cups, and instantly have a quite remarkable cleavage. This maternity bra was not heavily padded like a normal wonderbra would be, but it still afforded me a nice sexy plunging look. I knew once my tight PVC mini dress was on, all would be ok! I made sure the ‘maternity’ cups were in place correctly and had a bit of a play with the release mechanism, (which was just a velcro strip) and it was quite sexy to see each boob revealed almost fully. I stuck the cups back in place, made sure everything was ok before going to my wardobe for my black PVC mini dress which was hanging in there.

This was the simple task of putting my arms through the sleeves and then zipping it up to the bottom of bra line.

As expected, the dress drew my boobs in together and the look was complete. Whore!

I checked the time and I still had 15 minutes before Stuart was picking me up.

I once again sat at the dressing table and put on my jewellery. I wore big 4” clip on silver hoop earings. I have always wore clip ons - never ever having been pierced anywhere in my life. A silver chain necklace was next. This one is quite long and so I double it up and make sure it hangs just above my cleavage, but not into it.

Next I put on my big costume rings. I wear 4 normally for sex meets, and I was going to do the same today. Two on each hand. They are all of the elasticated metal/plastic types and really look the part!

I put on a sliver bangle on my right wrist and wore my female silver dress watch on my left.

I was nearly completely ready.

I filled in my lips with bright red lipstick, making sure the coating was nice and thick. I then ‘kissed’ a tissue to remove the excess, before repeating again twice. I don’t know why I do this routine, but it is what I do! I think it just makes me feel more feminine!

I looked in the mirror and although I thought I looked extremely sexy and slutty, I know most females would say I looked hideous and ‘clown like’. What would they know??!!

I reached over for my wig which was on the dressing table on its wig stand. A quick brush and then I put my head into the wig (like donning a cap) and throwing my head backwards to let the hair take shape.

A quick rearranging with my fingers and all looked really good.

Finally, I sprayed my neck and cleavage with ample amounts of perfume. The perfume I use is always of the cheap sort, never expensive. I like the vintage ‘Constance Carrole’ range and my favourite is ‘Jeer’ which is what I used on this day. It is a very sweet smell and quite over powering. Just what I need in my profession.

I picked up my black PVC hand /clutch bag, and put my lipstick and perfume in it and made my way downstairs.

My patent black 5” heel PVC knee boots where in the cupboard under the stairs.

I zipped into them before giving myself a final check in the full length mirror in the hallway. I really did look like a complete whore! I felt so sexy though, and knew Stuart would feel the same.

It was a nice day and so no coat would be needed, so I was ready to go.

A few moments later and I saw Stuarts Range Rover coming down the drive.

I remembered my cigarettes and lighter, and put them in my clutch bag quickly before leaving the house making the short (but very nervy!) ‘clip clop’ walk to his car.

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By *ason7754Man
over a year ago

Blackburn

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By *orgotten22Woman
over a year ago

out in the sticks in the north east england

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By *eet or funMan
over a year ago

peterborough

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By *dward_TeagueMan
over a year ago

wolverhampton

Looking forward to part 3

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Part 3

He had reversed his car down my long drive and stopped about 30ft from my front door, but kept the engine running.

I walked towards the right hand side of the car and I was very mindful of one of my neighbours who was pottering in his garden. He looked up an stared, open mouthed as I noisily made my way towards his car. I kept my head high (and proud) and continued walking, taking small, girly steps whilst wiggling my bum at the same time.

As I got close to his passenger door, he revved up very noisily and accelerated down the drive about another 20ft and came to an abrupt stop. The engine noise was so attention seeking on my quiet close, and I am sure now more neighbours were watching. I increased my pace of walking (but not running) and pursued the now stationary car. I knew he was playing games, and seeking the attention of my neighbours and making sure as many of them saw me as possible.

As I once again got close to the passenger door, I expected him to take off again, but thankfully he didn’t. I opened the door and just before I was about to clamber into the tall Range Rover (you should try that in 5” heels!) he made two loud blasts on his horn! Now the most of the close was watching as I climbed in.

He was laughing as I sat next to him and closed my door. I placed my clutch bag on my knee and pulled the seat belt over and clipped it in place. Looking out of the front window I could clearly see the curtains going on the houses nearby.

I have obviously left the house dressed up similar to this many times, and the neighbours ‘knew’ - but in broad daylight and with him making the attention seeking gestures it just made it so much worse, almost rubbing their noses in it.

“Kiss me on the cheek” he smiled.

Like a wife would her husband - I leaned over and kissed him gently on the cheek.

“Thank you, you look amazing !” he said.

“I do try!” I smiled back as we sped off up my drive onto the main road.

We drove to Portsmouth city centre. My heart was racing thinking about how busy it was going to be, and wondering what he would have me do.

It was also very exciting I have to say!

He parked in the main car park at the top of the main shopping street.

“Have you got the ear piece in?” he asked.

“Not yet” I replied and took it out of my clutch bag. I pulled the sun visor down and used the mirror to put the earpiece in, and hide it as much as I could with my hair.

I also took the opportunity (without any prompting) to apply another coat of red gloss to my lips and another spray of perfume to my cleavage. He rang my phone and we had a conversation about what a ‘gutter slag’ I was, and made sure the communication system worked faultlessly, and it.

“I want you to keep your phone on and be in the call continually” he requested. “Just do exactly as I ask, at no point speak back to me - just do everything naturally”.

“I will” I sheepishly replied.

“When you walk, I want you to really wiggle your bum like a girl on a cat walk - you KNOW what I like!” He emphasised.

“I know honey! Don’t worry, I will”

“Right let’s go - make your way to the main shopping street. Turn some fucking heads!”

My heart was bouncing out of my chest as I clambered out of the car. I settled myself mentally, took a deep breath, and started the short walk from the car park.

“You look fantastic!” he said.

I didn’t reply, I just continued walking - as feminine as possible, taking short steps, making sure my toes were in line and not like a guy would walk, and wiggling my bum.

Every single person I passed stared - some stopped in their tracks, almost open mouthed in disbelief at what they were watching.

A 6’5” man dressed like a call girl, heading for the busy shopping centre at 1pm in the afternoon.

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By *umblebiMan
over a year ago

ayles

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By *ndrea54TV/TS
over a year ago

cambridge

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Part 4

I was dying to loo back and see how far away Stuart was, but I know he would go mad, so I tried to avoid the temptation.

Soon I was at the top f the main shopping street, “Turn right” was the instruction through the earpiece.

I turned onto the main street and it was very very busy.

Clip clopping my way down there I was the centre of attention, with every single person staring. Some teenagers were laughing, and crossed over the pedestrianised road to get a closer look. I passed a family with a young girl about 9, once I had passed them, she actually ran back about 20 yards for me to pass her once again.

The shops at the top of road are pretty low budget ones, but as I walked down, I could see the shops were becoming much more mainstream.

I was approaching another road intersection, although no cars are allowed, it was still a junction. “Stop on the corner and light a fag” I was instructed.

I did as he said. “Be a street girl!” he ordered.

I held my cigarette as slutty as possible, with my arm up at 90 degrees and my other arm across my body, holding up my boobs. With me stood on the corner it allowed me to look around for him. He was sat on a bench I had previously passed some 20 yards up the road. I could see he was videoing me discreetly with his Go Pro.

Two men approached me who had obviously been drinking “How much love?” one giggled, I just smiled in return.

Again, I cannot emphasise enough on how EVERYONE was staring, pointing and many laughing.

I was very mindful my cigarette was nearly finished, and there was no way I was putting it out on the floor as people have been on the spot fined for this recently. I saw a bin a little down the road and made my way there to extinguish and discard the red lipstick stained filter.

“Keep walking down the road and stop outside Primark.”

Primark was very close and soon I was outside looking in the window at the displays.

“Go in.”

I went in and started looking at the clothes, fingering through the carousels of cheap clothes.

“Go upstairs.”

Upstairs was the underwear section.

“Head for the bra’s”

The selection of bras in Primark is vast, and I have often bought cheap wonderbras from there in the past, so I knew where to head. I had never been dressed like this though!

I got to the booster bra section, and started looking and feeling the sexy bras individually. It really is a TV / fem thing, but just feeling the soft sexy material is such a sexual turn on. I could feel myself getting hard.

“Find one you like and have a close look.”

I picked out a satin leopardskin printed ‘super booster’ size 40b which would be ideal to give me a huge cleavage.

“Find and an assistant and ask where are the changing rooms!”

This was now almost rediculous as the changing rooms are clearly marked, but he just wanted me to have interaction with a member of staff.

I saw a young girl assistant who was busy sorting out the piles of panties that people had looked at thrown back on the large display table.

As I approached her with the bra in my hand, I could see she was really embarrassed, bless her.

“Where are the changing rooms love?” I asked.

She told me where both the male and the female rooms were.

There is no way I was going to the ladies. I never do that, including toilets in pubs etc. I am, after all a man - no matter how I am dressed.

I was walking towards the male changing rooms when he said

“It’s OK, put the bra back, and head on out and turn right”.

Exactly as I had thought, he just wanted to see (and film) me interact with the staff.

I left the shop and turned right, to head on down the busy street.

As I was walking slowly, ahead I could see my worst nightmare. A policeman and a female PCSO walking slowly up towards me.

“Ask the copper where Wetherspoons is” was my fateful order.

As I got close to the Policeman I made sure he knew I wanted to talk to him. When I asked him, he didn’t bat an eye lid, he just pointed down the road to where the hostelry is and explained verbally where it was.

“That’s disgusting Officer!” said an old lady as she passed slowly. “You should arrest him!”

The policeman basically ignored her and looked at me a and just shook his head.

“Thank you so much” I replied and the young lady PCSO commented “You have a nice afternoon”

“And you” I replied.

I wasn’t so sure that was going to be the case, but I continued walking.

“Excellent!” came over the ear piece.

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Part 5

I continued down the busy street, with everyone still gawping at my every step. I just concentrated and walking as feminine as possible, taking very short steps and wiggling my bum.

As I approached a short road to my left he told me to cross over and go down that road. This road wasn’t as busy as the main road, and I knew it didn’t really lead anywhere, but to a multi storey car park.

I continued regardless. Nearing the end of the road was a bench, often used by drop outs, until they were moved on by the police normally. The bench was vacant, and I was told to sit there, cross my legs and smoke.

“Stay there until I say otherwise” was his last command.

I sat down on the dirty half broken bench and crossed my legs as instructed. I took out my cigarettes and lighter and lit a cigarette. I looked around and I couldn’t see him anywhere. People were coming out of the multi storey and all staring and commenting as they walked past me. I took the time to check my phone and answer some text enquiries that had built up.

I must have been there a good 10 minutes, and the thought crossed my mind that he had abandoned me there. He had threatened that on previous outings as it would please him to know I had to get home by public transport. Something inside me told me that my tasks for the day were not over. I was so right.

“I’m in the car park - come up to level 2.”

He had moved his car? God knows what he was up to.

I made my way up to level 2 as instructed, opting to use the lift.

When I emerged from the lift I could see him quite a way away, maybe 50 yards - stood by his Range Rover and he was unfolding a bloody pram!

‘What the F+ck!’ I thought.

I saw him disappear out of the opposite end of the car park, leaving the pram there.

“Take the pram and wheel it to the lift you came up. Go down to the ground floor and head back to the main shopping street.”

‘Jesus Christ!’ I thought. I really didn’t know if I could do this. It was almost one step too much.

I got to the pram, and there was a doll wrapped in a pale blue blanket inside. The doll was one of those expensive latex ones and looked quite scarily real. There was a bit of scrap paper on top that said “Hello Grandma, I am Harry!”

‘Bloody hell! Stuart has gone mad!’ I thought.

The pram itself was an expensive Mamas and Papas brand, and it was a proper pram as opposed to a buggy.

I stood and thought things through - could I get arrested? Not really, I wasn’t doing anything illegal. The attention it would pour on me would be immense, and this is what he wanted.

Nervously I pushed the pram towards the lift. An old man was waiting for the lift and when the door opened he gestured for me to go first.

I awkwardly positioned the pram to the side to make room for us both.

The old man leaned in to the pram to look at the baby - “How old is your baby?” he asked.

I really didn’t know what to say. I sort of mumbled under my breath that the bairn was my daughter’s and ‘three weeks’.

“What is his name?”

FFS! “Harry” I said,

“After Prince Harry?” he queried

“Yes! That’s it!” I awkwardly replied.

“You have a lovely day with your Grandson” he innocently said as we went our separate ways.

“Thank you” I said as I pushed Harry off down the street.

I stopped after a few yards and draped my clutch bag’s straps over the handles of the pram - like a mother would!

“Go to the shopping street and turn left.”

I cannot stress how nervous I was at this stage. I was almost shaking.

The main street was busier than ever, and if they were staring before, they were even more so now.

I was approaching a seating area, and it was quite busy with lots of people eating food etc, and lots of teenager students ‘hanging out’.

“Sit at the bench with the two old ladies.”

I did as he said and sat at the end of the bench and swung my legs round so my back was to the old ladies and the pram in front of me.

“No! Sit forward and put the pram in front of you.”

Bloody hell! I did as he said. The old ladies were not really interested in me or Harry and just kept on talking to each other.

“Smoke!”

I know public opinion these is set against mothers smoking in front of children, let alone babies in prams. This was totally crass.

I lit up a cigarette, and crossed my legs.

I was blowing my smoke away from the pram, like a mum would.

“Re-do your lipstick”

I opened my clutch bag, and took out my lippy and small mirror and re-applied another coat as directed.

I heard a strange noise. It was coming from the pram!

The ‘noise’ was a gurgling noise, and it was getting louder.

“Best you see to your Grandson or it will get louder!”

Stuart must have be operating the noises remotely!

I stood and looked into the pram and rocked the pram gently like a Grandma would.

Please remember, I was still smoking.

The gurgling quietened.

“Is the baby ok?” asked the nearest of the old ladies.

“Yes, he’s fine” I timidly replied.

We then went into conversation about ‘Harry’ and I was really uncomfortable with the whole thing. This was becoming like a horror movie. I was so scared of them looking in and seeing Harry was a doll. They would think I was mad!

Luckily they didn’t, and soon they were on their way.

I sat back on the bench, and continued to rock the pram gently. I couldn’t leave the pram and so extinguished the cigarette on the floor, by stepping on it.

People would be staring at me as they walked past, and I saw some going to sit on the bench next to me, then seeing me had decided not to.

Here I was don’t forget in a PVC mini dress, boobs popping out, knee boots, black stockings - sat tending to a bloody baby! It was just crazy and it made me feel sick with what was to come.

“You have been good. Head down the street on the left hand side”

I clambered to my feet and carried on my ordeal.

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Part 6.

So, I am walking down the busy street still in the main ‘chain store’ area.

I have to say now that at this point in time this was the most challenging thing I ever done as a working girl. Forget sexual depravity to whatever extreme or bizarre act in someone’s home; that is nothing compared to this.

My heart surged as I saw I was approaching my worst nightmare about 30 yards ahead. Mothercare. As I got close “Stop and look in the window” came through the earpiece. I looked in the quite large shop and could see others in there with buggies. The aisles are wider in Mothercare to accommodate the young mums (and grandmas!) with their prams and buggies.

“Go in and browse.” I lined the pram up with the front door and the doors opened automatically inwards. I pushed the pram in over the threshold and I was in the store. I heard the gurgling again. ‘Not Now!’ I very angrily thought. I started to rock the pram and the noise subsided “Good Grandma.”

I continued walking around the store and as I was close to one of the counters I was instructed to “ask for some calpol.”

Nervously I asked the young assistant and she got an older lady over who asked how old the baby was etc. I wanted the floor to open up and swallow me up.

The gurgling noise started again.

“Won’t baby settle?” The older assistant asked.

I just wanted to die on the spot.

It transpires that Calpol cannot be given to new babies and she gave me some weak ibuprofen instead. Stuart probably knew this, but he had got what he wanted - me to interact. As she was wrapping the medicine up I gazed around the shop and saw Stuart watching me from over one of the displays. I smiled and he winked.

“You look lovely!” he said through the earpiece. I just smiled as a reply, as I paid the lady.

I put the bag with the medicine in in the bottom of the pram and made my way out of the shop.

I was very conscious of my phone running out of charge and so checked it and it was fine, with still 50% charge left.

“Continue down the road.”

I was getting used to this by now, and was feeling pretty good! I just wish he hadn’t made me dress like a bloody street girl, but that was part of the buzz for him.

Oh! My God! I could see an Ann Summers shop coming up.

“Go in” was the request as totally expected.

“Go to the back where the sex toys are.”

I negotiated the route with the pram, and believe me , Ann Summers is no Mothercare when it comes to walkway width!

Soon I was in the sex aids section, which is small and dingy and a bit separate from the rest of the shop, partitioned with a little curtain that hardly did it’s job.

There was a middle aged lady assistant in there and she smiled as I entered with the pram.

“Ask for anal beads”

“Have you got any anal beads?” I asked bluntly.

“Yes, of course love” the lady replied. She showed me two types, one which was a series of steel balls with string joining them together to form a chain. The next was like a fixed plastic rod with small pea sized balls moulded onto the rod at about 3” intervals.

I had some of the rod type already at home and so I opted to purchase the string ones. As she was bagging these up I looked round to see see Stuart in the shop looking in through the opening in the curtain.

“Ask for the biggest dildo she has in the shop”

He just wasn’t satisfied - ever!

The lady was unphased by my request and she presented me with a ‘King Dong’ dildo of enormous proportions. It was sealed in heat shrunk cellophane wrapping. I have one at home (that I use as a prop only!) and so didn’t want to buy it.

“Hold it - wank it”

I took hold of the huge toy and started to massage it as he had ordered. I actually thought he was going to say suck it!

It was slightly different to the one I had at home - a lot more thickly veined - so I decided to buy it.

Thankfully the transaction went without a hitch and no bloody gurgling baby!

The lady assistant didn’t say anything about the pram or indeed I, I am sure she has seen it all.

“We have to get a move on now” came through the earpiece.

I had no idea why there was a schedule, but I was soon to find out.

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Part 7

I made my way back down the shopping street, getting the same amount of attention as before.

He told me to turn left and head for the car park.

I thought my ordeal was coming to a close, when once I was near to car park entrance “Go around the back” came over the ear piece.

All I knew about ‘round the back’ was that there was a small play park and a green area with a bowling green and some gardens.

I headed as instructed.

Once I got to the green area I didn’t know where to go, but walked calmly around the perimeter path which circumnavigated the whole area.

“Go to the play park”

The play park was separated from the rest of the green area by a 4ft fence. I think this was to keep dogs out.

“Go in and sit on the bench.”

I navigated myself and the pram through the metal gate and headed for an empty bench.

“Not that one!” came over the airwaves.

There were two benches, one empty and one with 2 young mums with their buggies.

He was wanting me to sit at their bench.

I haphazardly made my way to their bench. This was so false, as no one would actually do that with an empty bench only 50 yards away.

Anyway. I made my way there and perched on the end of the seat. The girls said hello, but I could hear them giggling to themselves also.

“Smoke”

Again I lit up a cigarette and looked as feminine as I could, with my legs crossed.

Harry started to gurgle once more.

Oh! FFS I thought.

The gurgling was really authentic and it was getting louder. The girls were looking at me as if to say ‘aren’t you going to do something about it?’

The gurgling turned to a sobbing noise.

“Cuddle him”

I was looking for a bin to extinguish my cigarette when he came over and said “NO! Continue to smoke!” This was just hideous.

I picked the doll out of the pram and made sure it was completely wrapped in the blanket, apart from just the top of his head.

I held him to my chest and continued to smoke. How bloody common!

The baby changed from a sobbing to a loud crying, again very authentic. The girls were now staring as to what I was going to do.

“Baby is hungry” I heard in my earpiece. “Feed him!”

Now I knew why I had the maternity bra on!

I was supposed to be his grandma and now I have just manifested into Mother!

I unzipped my PVC dress and unclipped my left cup from the bra. My ample boob just plopped out and I grabbed at it to make it look more bulbous.

“This is so hot” he said. I had no idea where he was, but he was definitely watching every moment.

I put the dolls mouth on my nipple and the noise changed from crying to gurgling again.

I covered him up with the blanket as he took his feed. I have seen ladies breast feeding in public and knew what to do.

I was still smoking too.It was just awful.

The two girls were disgusted by the whole thing and made lots of quite nasty comments as they got their things together and left.

Once they had gone the baby was silent.

“Put him back in the pram and walk towards me”

I put the doll back and clipped my bra pad back in place and zipped up my dress once more.

I looked around and saw Stuart stood on the path about 100yards away from me.

I walked towards him, pushing the pram.

I heard our phone call ‘click off’ and could see him texting on his phone.

As I got closer to him the call came through again.

“Leave your pram by the bushes and follow me” was the instruction.

He disappeared into the thick bushes which was alongside the path.

I positioned the pram off the path, but next to the bushes and made my way in.

After struggling through some quite thick bushes, I could hear men’s voices, including Stuarts.

I got to an opening in the bushes and there was Stuart stood smiling - surrounded by 5 of his male friends.

“On your knees Tina”

I got down on the floor without saying a word.

He told me to kneel in the mud, which I did. Both of my knees were now covered in horrible dirt.

I was quite simply instantly surrounded by big hard cocks.

These guys were all pretty young, I would say the oldest was about 35.

I sucked them all in turn. The men were grabbing at my tits at the same time, and one bent over and was fingering my arse as I pleasured them.

I went to open up my dress but Stuart said “No! Keep it as it is”.

It wasn’t long before I felt the gorgeous texture of hot fresh spunk over my face.

The first blast was a thick line that went straight up from my mouth over my nose and onto my forehead. He rubbed his cock on my tits, getting every last drop out.

Over the next few minutes I took all 5 loads over my face and tits. I was totally drenched. I think Stuart had recruited the 5 heaviest cummers in Hampshire!

I went to wipe some out of my eye and Stuart shouted “Leave it! Leave it all!”

He said goodbye and thank you to his mates as they left. None of them said anything to me. They had had their way, I was just a cum dump, and rather worthless.

Stuart said I had been wonderful, and all I had to do now was walk back to the car - but down the main street again! Drenched in cum!

As I turned into the high street, I could have died. The spunk was dripping off my chin onto my cleavage and the whole front of me was just glazed in the salty mess.

“Smoke” was ordered once again. I placed a cigarette in my lips and the sperm was sticking to the filter. Every time I removed it from my mouth after inhaling, there was a thin ‘string’ of spunk from my mouth to the filter.

I carried on regardless. Stuart was now walking alongside me, but not as if he was with me, just for a close look at the responses.

This really was ‘A walk of shame’.

As we turned to once again head to the car park, he over took me, and went ahead.

“Come to the car” was the last order I received. My ordeal was over.

I got to the floor where the car was and I could see Stuart stood at the back of it.

I walked up to him and smiled, and he just said “Bend Over”.

I bent over and had my arms extended holding onto the rear bumper of his Range Rover.

I felt him manoeuvre behind me, and I could feel his rock hard cock pushing its way into my opening.

“Wet it!” I pleaded.

He ignored me. Instead he just pulled my panties to one side and pushed HARD into me. I felt his bare cock enter me. I grimaced as it really hurt as he forced himself deep inside me.

He held my hips and started to fuck me hard. I was moaning quite loudly, and this was echoing around the car park. He didn’t take long and was soon shooting his cum into me. He was grunting with every thrust as he unloaded himself into my love hole.

He was quite breathless when he was finished, and smiled as he gave me a box of tissues to clean myself up.

I put a few tissues in my panties to soak up any leakage on the journey home, I think of everything!

Stuart dove me home, and thanked me for being ‘amazing’.

He passed me an envelope with the balance of the fee in it as I had done everything he had asked, certainly to the best of my ability.

“Call me!” I said as I turned to walk down my drive. The neighbours curtains once again ‘going’.

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