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By *it62 OP Man
5 weeks ago
leeds/Bradford |
Being a traffic warden in a small rural market town was generally fairly steady work. Visitors would often park in the areas that were restricted but the locals were much more aware.
Catherine started her daily shift at 7am, had a break at 10am, lunch at 1pm and finished at 5pm. This was four days a week, various daytime and weekend schedules.
Sure it was a lot of walking but this kept her fit, it was the weather that frustrated her most but at least her hair didn't get wet or windswept due to the 'delightful' hat that was part of her uniform.
When she had started the job some 6 years ago she soon got to realise that men liked the uniform. At first she felt it a bit odd but after numerous comments she understood that it had an attraction.
Around 6 months into her role a chap who was parked on a restricted loading area tried his charm to get her to rescind the ticket. It didn't work but one of the things he said did resonate. He asked her if she wore stockings and suspenders under her uniform (as in Benny Hill) she laughed and made no response.
That evening when she got home she thought about what the man had said. She decided that she might just wear something more glamorous beneath the staid uniform.
Next day, getting dressed for work, she put on a black thong (not her usual sensible knickers) a black lace suspender belt to which she clipped her black sheer stockings. She looked in the mirror and thought that was a bit spicy...checked again when she had put the uniform on and thought to herself that she did look a little bit more 'sexy' and she certainly felt it.
That morning she felt different, walked with a little swagger. When she spoke to people she wondered what they might think if they knew.
On her day off she went to the nearby town, everyone knew everyone in her town, and went to a lingerie shop that she knew of. She purchased a black bodice with a white trim, very erotic.
She decided that on her next day at work the bodice and the stockings would really feel good.
Catherine dressed similarly each day, talking with folk she knew, drivers she didn't and the occasional stranger who asked for directions.
She felt that her underwear was empowering her, made her feel good.
A couple of weeks after this she decided that there was one further way that she could feel the fullest thrill. No thong, commando!
Catherine lived alone, she had been engaged but that went by the way side when her fiancee ended up shagging Sandra, the local barmaid and local bike!
She was 31, single, didn't have much in the way of interests and consequently had a decent house, regular income and no bills or debts to worry about. Life was good, if a bit dull.
It was July, Thursday, market day and Catherine was walking down the main street as she frequently did. Cars, lorries, buses used the thoroughfare and as far as it went round there, it got quite busy.
She was strolling along when a bloke pulled up in a white van, got out and asked her where Drummonds was. Catherine knew Drummonds, it was a builder's merchant just on the edge of town. She told him the directions and as he thanked her he cheekily said 'That right you meter maids wear kinky gear under their uniforms?'
Catherine looked at him, he was a good looking lad, mid 30's, bit rough and ready but tanned and quite muscular. She liked blonde haired men too.
She smiled and replied 'I cannot answer that I'm afraid, I might incriminate myself' she chuckled, nervously.
'Be a very pretty sight I reckon' said the man
He grinned, thanked her and she watched him get back into his van. There was a passenger, an older man, mid 40's she guessed. He was also rather handsome in a similar rugged fashion, she thought to herself, as they drove away.
The morning dragged, couple of tickets, couple of 'moving ons' and a woman who needed a public toilet.
One o'clock and Catherine's lunchtime. She sometimes brought a sandwich if the weather was going to be pleasant and would sit by the monument. Today, she had brought nothing as she had slept in a few minutes longer. Cafe it is then.
She walked down to the cafe in the side street off the main road, it was small, not cheap and although it had a decent variety to offer, when she did end up in there, it was always the same delicacy. Ham and salad baguette.
She ordered and sat in the corner at a four seater table, the only one of the half a dozen that was free.
Whilst waiting and watching the other diners with their varying array of lunchtime delights, the door opened and in came the white van man from earlier. Followed by his co worker. They strolled straight up to the counter and ordered. Then turned to peruse the room for somewhere to sit. The driver clocked Catherine and walked over.
'Alright? Fancy seeing you here. Mind if we sit here? Not much in the way of seating in here'
Catherine smiled and said 'Be my guest, it is a free country'
The older chap piped up 'Free? You bloody kidding? Charge a small fortune in here for grub'
She rolled her eyes, smiled politely and nodded.
Her lunch arrived and she carefully ate it, feeling that these two men were watching her closely. They were, but not because they cared how she ate but because they were two horny buggers who fancied her.
Catherine did attract attention. She was slightly built, size 10, her uniform didn't do her figure justice really but her face was cute. Blue eyes, good complexion, little pale but nothing a bit of sun and a little less foundation wouldn't cure. She was 5ft 5 inches and her legs, despite the flat matron style footwear that was part of the uniform, were pretty decent.
The two men talked about a job they were doing, then about football. Catherine kind of listened but didn't make it obvious.
The job they were doing, as she heard as she ate, was on the same road that she lived on.
Catherine finished her baguette, the chaps were tucking into their pie and chips, she bid them goodbye and left. As she left both men watched her go.
They passed comments to one another after her departure, both claiming that they would happily 'give her one'
Catherine had a comfortable and rather quiet afternoon. Her shift over she walked home. The weather was still warm despite it now being gone 5pm.
As she approached her house she saw the white van just a few yards over the road. Walking nonchalantly she drew level with the van as the two men left the house, heading toward the van, finished for the day.
The older man noticed her and shouted 'Hiya sweetheart, you looking for me?' He laughed
The other man realising his colleague was shouting out, added 'you'll be looking for me won't you darlin'
Catherine said nothing, smiled and continued to her home. She went in, smiled to herself and shut the door. A moment later there was a knock on the door. Upon opening it there were the two workmen.
'Sorry to bother you, but any chance we could use your toilet? There isn't a working one in that old house' said the younger one.
She opened the door, told them it was top of the stairs to the right and shut the door behind them.
Several minutes passed as she waited in the kitchen anticipating that they would use the facilities and then leave.
The two men walked into the kitchen.
'Could murder a brew' said the older man.
Catherine turned on the kettle and it suddenly dawned on her that these two rough workmen had certain ideas on their mind.
Tea made they stood and chatted. Small talk at first and then it became more flirtatious and then more direct.
The older man, John, said that he and his mate, Ben, had discussed whether she wore stockings under her uniform. He said yes and Ben said he doubted it.
Catherine smiled at them and thought for a moment.
Then, playfully and with a glint in her eye, she said 'Ben, you were..... wrong' and laughed
'Prove it' said John
Catherine looked John in the eye, stepped forward so both men could see, and slowly hitched up one side of her skirt until her stocking top and inch or so of her thigh were on show.
'See' she said
'Told you mate' John turned to Ben and gleefully announced. 'I reckoned she was a bit of a goer, See?'
'This makes me a goer does it? You reckon?' Said Catherine
Ben smiled and John grinned as Catherine let her skirt down and said 'So you both happy now? Or do you think that you should know more?'
Catherine had spoken before she had thought about what she had said, but in truth she was becoming a little excited about the situation. After all there was nothing in her life, maybe a bit of fun might be a good thing.
'More? Oh yeah, more would be good' John hurridley replied
Ben was quiet but watched and listened.
Catherine looked at them and said 'Okay. Let's go into the living room'
She went and they followed. John first.
The small house was secluded, not over looked and although the curtains were open at the back no one could see in. The front window had blinds that obscured inward viewing.
Catherine gestured the men to sit on the sofa. They sat and she said 'I guess you want me to show you more?'
The men nodded.
She removed her jacket and carefully laid it over the arm of a chair. Her pristine white blouse had several buttons which she undid, starting with the cuffs. As she unbuttoned the front the men appeared to become more eager and were watching closely.
The blouse removed and her pert tits encased her basque bra looked inviting.
Aware that she was commando she stopped and said to the men 'im not going to do this on my own. Why don't you two get some kit off?'
She thought that she sounded a bit bossy and felt a bit turned on by demanding two men strip off, she felt wet between her legs and her body tingled.
She watched as first John stood up and removed his tee shirt and shorts, kicked off his trainers and socks. Left in just a pair of blue boxer shorts. John was keen. She noticed a good bulge too.
Ben was slightly hesitant but once his mate had started to undress he followed suit. His tee shirt, shorts trainers and socks were left in a bedraggled pile on the floor by John's. Ben was wearing black briefs and he was struggling to remain 'decent' in them such was his arousal.
Catherine had watched them both and felt charged by them following her demand. She was looking closely at them and noticed that soon she would have her hands full....as well as a few other places too!
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'Why don't you two remove your pants whilst I slip out of my skirt' she said
John's boxers were on the floor in seconds. His fat cock, girthy, not long, stood up, his balls hanging beneath.
Catherine liked the look of it as she unzipped her skirt.
Ben again a little hesitant did as he was asked. His longer manhood stood proudly, not as thick as John but a good couple of inches longer with a mushroom head knob.
Catherine was impressed.
She carefully eased her skirt down and looked at the men as she slid it to the floor. She stepped out of the skirt, kicked it to one side and stood in front of them.
She was in her awful flat, comfortable, practical shoes, which did briefly bother her. But the rest of the vision she portrayed was pure erotica. Black bodice, stockings clipped on the suspenders attached and no knickers.
The chaps stared, looking directly at the small neatly trimmed blonde/brown hair on her mound, above her smooth lips that protruded an inch or so below. Catherine had always been a little conscious of her lips being rather large, but now was not the time to worry.
She eased the top of her bodice down, exposing her tits. B cup, not at all large or impressive but her big areola and thick, inch long nipples, dark pink and erect, made her boobs look rather inviting.
John moved toward Catherine, his rough hands immediately grabbed at her tits, he kissed her and with some degree of dominant force massaged her nipples, his cock butting against the fabric of her basque, at her abdomen.
Ben watched, unsure what to do, Catherine looked over John's shoulder and mouthed him to join in. He went over and he took a nipple in his mouth, John the other. Catherine shuddered, closed her eyes and enjoyed the incredible feeling of both breasts being stimulated at the same time. She had never experienced this before. Ben's cock was nudging her hip, his large helmet sliding against the shiny fabric. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his pulsating shaft, her other hand sought John's thick cock and for the first time she was holding two cocks simultaneously. With her tits being firmly attended to and her wanking two very impressive cocks, she was in heaven.
John broke away from Catherine's boobs first, his hand went between her legs and his thick, work hardened fingers teased the lips of her cunt.
She felt him massage and pull her lips before pushing a fat digit into her now very wet slit. She felt a bolt like lightning rush through her mind and body. He was rough but she was so invested in the feelings that it felt good. Ben stepped back and watched his mate finger Catherine, he tapped him on the shoulder and John looked at him.
'Let's get this more comfortable ' Ben said to John
John stopped and Catherine, now stood eyes open said 'upstairs'
They followed Catherine up the stairs and into her bedroom.
Catherine, nervous, aroused was unsure of what to do, she had never before found herself in this kind of situation. She need not have worried, John was about to take control.
He took hold of Catherine and guided her onto the bed, he instructed her to get on all fours. She did, her arse in the air, her small tits hanging beneath her, her cunt wet and in need of pleasuring.
John told Ben to go to the other end of the bed, he did. He knelt in front of Catherine and she took his cock in her mouth. John positioned himself to her rear and in one push slid his manhood into her soaking, hot cunt.
Catherine almost gagged on Ben's cock, not because of the size, although it was by far the biggest she had taken in her mouth, but due to the girth of John's cock, stretching her tight fanny. John was not going to be delicate, he rammed his cock into her as deep as he could, fast as he could and with his rough hands gripping her hips he was fucking her like a man possessed. Catherine found it a little difficult at first to suck Ben and gauge John's impetuous rhythm. Shortly she managed to find a way and as John pounded her, pounded her like she had never known before, she took Ben's knob into her mouth. She could taste pre cum from Ben, which she liked, she was getting wetter from John's attention and her mind was swimming. At one point she feared she might collapse or pass out such were the incredible feelings rushing through her.
After several minutes and Catherine getting to grips with Ben's cock, sucking it deeper and although never taking him fully she had it under control, John pulled out and instructed Ben to swap around.
Positioned, John offered Catherine his cock, different problem this time, not length but the thickness. She had to open her mouth wide but managed to take John almost to the hilt. She could taste herself on his manhood and she liked it. John thrust his cock at Catherine, she wanted him to be less vigorous and so placed her hand on the base of his shaft and controlled his motion.
Ben carefully guided himself to Catherine's open, gaping cunt and although thinner than John, his large knob felt huge and the length that he slowly delivered to Catherine felt so much more exciting, much more her kind of fuck. Ben was a more understanding lover, he took slow, deep, more defined, gentle thrusts. He had a rhythm that really suited Catherine and her climax was becoming imminent.
Being spit roasted had always been a little bit of a fantasy for Catherine, her and her fiance once watched some porn together in which a middle aged woman was taken at each end by two younger men. She thought as they watched that it must be an amazing experience and feeling to be in such a situation.
Now she knew....and it was!
Catherine looked up at John as she worked her mouth up and down his fat cock, he had closed his eyes and seemed to be lost in the moment. Then he moaned that he was going to cum.
For a few seconds Catherine was unsure whether to continue or stop and have him cum over her. She quickly realised he was not about to pull away and so she continued as she was. Moments later he grunted and she braced herself. His thick load of creamy cum shot from him and into her throat, she swallowed quickly as another stream emitted from his fat prick. Then another, she was determined to finish the task, swallowing as eagerly as she could as John let go another spray of his seed into her mouth. He seemed to tense and then relax, then his eyes opened and he slowly removed himself from her. His load spent. Catherine was hot, sweaty and the taste in her mouth was alien, but not unpleasant. He had certainly delivered an awful lot more than her fiance had in the past.
Ben was still fucking her, she was now able to concentrate more upon his much more civilised fucking, which she had enjoyed despite having the distraction of John cumming in her mouth.
As Ben fucked her a little faster, Catherine again found that her climax was approaching. His longer manhood creating a different, more suited arousal in her. She grasped the bedsheets tightly, noticed John sat on his haunches, cock limply hanging between his thighs watching his mate and the traffic warden fucking.
Catherine gave out a short, shrift cry as her orgasm struck her. She moaned as she came, her cunt oozing her juices over the cock buried in her cunt. She squealed as the power of her climax took her over and she felt the pleasure, the like of which she had never felt before. Ben continued to pump and as Catherine's orgasm was almost complete he tensed, moaned and let his load go inside her. She felt several streams of cum flood her, she felt the intense throbbing of his mushroom head as it jetted inside her. She felt like she had never felt before.
Ben retracted from Catherine, she felt his length slowly leave her, his knob pressing her fleshy lips as it fell from her. She fell face down on the bed.
Ben stood, his cock subsiding and beginning to rest hanging downward, he swept a hand scross his brow.
After a few minutes as each of them gathered composure and got their breath back, Catherine sat up. She looked at the two men, considered herself, dishevelled, almost naked and now felt a little vulnerable. She expected to feel a little guilt but nothing of that emotion went through her mind, for now.
John said that he was going to get dressed and went downstairs to retrieve his clothes.
Ben smiled at Catherine and she felt that he had more emotion about him, more consideration and appeared to need reassuring.
'Thank you' Catherine murmured to Ben 'You should go with your friend'
Ben smiled again, nodded and walked to the doorway. Before leaving he turned around and gave a little, almost child like, wave. Catherine waved back, looking down at his gorgeous cock, now flaccid but still long and impressive with that bulbous head.
She wondered, as he left, whether she would have that cock again. Whether they might just meet alone or whether she may see them both for another time like she had experienced moments earlier.
Alone in the bedroom, she heard the two men shout goodbye and leave by the front door. She lay back reflecting on the episode. Feeling empowered by pleasing two men and being pleasured by them. It had opened up a whole new chapter for her and she vowed she would do something similar again, soon.
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