The Diary of a Whore Ch. 05

Sunday 9.50 a.m.

It was over an hour later that we finally sat down in the kitchen with our morning coffee.

Ping!

My phone pinged.

Chris looked at me sternly as he realised, I had turned it on again, "No, I mean it, not today Abi."

I bit my bottom lip apologetically and looked at the message.

Can you fit me in tomorrow � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � afternoon? Dan xx

"No, it's Dan Bradley. He wants me tomorrow, not today." I said breathing a sigh of relief.

Sure. 3.30 your office? A xx

I sent back and almost immediately got a confirmation from him.

"See just business for Monday is all." I told my husband with a sheepish grin, "If I don't have it on, I won't know who wants me then. Will I?"

Chris pulled a face, shook his head and smiled "Does it ever stop?"

"What?" I laughed at his response.

"How's Monday look now then?" he asked, "I'd quite like to know just who my wife is getting fucked by while I'm at work?"

"Let's see, I have doctor Yates at 11. Then our estate agent, Ken Andrews at 2 and finally Dan at 3.30." I informed him with a sexy giggle.

"My god my wife is a complete slut." My husband said in mock disbelief, "You'll be completely worn out by the time I get home."

I punched him on the arm, "Pig. That's how you like me, don't deny it?"

After we had showered and dressed Chris went off to finish up some work ready for the next day while I got on with all the outstanding household tasks that I had been neglecting over the past week.

Sunday 1.11 p.m.

My husband was still hunched over his desk as I folded the last of the ironing onto the pile and unplugged the iron.

Ping!

My phone went and I opened it up to check my message.

I'm back in town just for today, � � � � � � � � � � � � � leaving on another trip at six. � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � Any chance you could fit me in� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � today? My truck is parked up � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � on the trading estate. � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � Hugh

Making a cup of coffee for my husband I put off answering my message for a moment.

"How much longer are you going to be hon?" I asked placing the mug down in front of him.

"A couple of hours at least. Why?" he looked at me suspiciously.

"Nothing." I said innocently, "Just you said it was only a couple of hours at ten o'clock."

Before I could walk away, he grabbed me and pulled me onto his lap.

"I know when you're lying. Now the truth."

Hesitantly, I told him about meeting Hugh Penfold the other day and the message he had just sent me.

"So you see this is about the only chance I have to fit him in....." my voice tailed off, "and you're going to be busy."

Chris sighed "How long would you be?"

"No more than an hour or so. I promise." Looking into his eyes I told him quietly.

"Make sure you're back by the time I finish this or there will be trouble."

I kissed him "I promise baby."

Grabbing my phone, I quickly typed in a reply:

Will be there in thirty minutes � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � just getting dressed� � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � � Abi xx

I couldn't go out as I was, so dashing upstairs, I threw off my clothes before pulling on a denim mini skirt and little white vest top, without any underwear. Then once I was dressed, I quickly put on a little make-up; just mascara, eyeshadow and eyeliner.

Grabbing my keys off the side I shouted a goodbye to my husband and closed the front door behind me.

Sunday 2.01 p.m.

I knew the trading estate that Hugh had mentioned in his text, however, I wasn't sure exactly where he would have parked so I drove around for ten minutes before I spotted him in a side street standing by his cab.

"Sorry I'm a bit late." I slipped out of my car, looking around to ensure no one was about.

"S'ok I ain't going anywhere till six." He told me simply, "I'm just glad you could fit me in."

"Well, I've always wanted to see the inside of one of these so I didn't really have to think too hard about it." I giggled as he reached up and pulled the cab door open for me.

Slightly concerned I looked up at it trying to work out the best method of entry given my short skirt.

"Um! It's a bit high, exactly what's the best way to get in?" I frowned at him and eventually asked.

"Just climb up the steps there Abi. There's a grab rail on the side to help you." Hugh gestured with his head towards a handrail.

Grabbing hold of the chrome bar to the left of the door I pulled myself up and started to climb the three steps built onto the side of the cab, quickly realising that I would give Hugh the perfect view up my skirt as I clambered upwards.

So, it really wasn't much of a surprise when I felt his hand land on my bare buttocks, his fingers caressing along my slit and guiding me upwards, helping me into the rig.

"Sorry sweetheart that was just too tempting." he stared up at me and I giggled, blushing, calling out a thank you right before the cab door closed and he went around to the other side.

Drawing himself up into the cab he pulled the blackout curtains across the front windshield and both side windows before he turned on the inside lights.

Able to see properly now I looked around curiously, studying the interior of the rig.

For a vehicle it could have been quite plush but Hugh obviously wasn't the tidiest of people and there was plenty of assorted rubbish laying around the cab.

The seats at the front of the cab were large and comfortable, almost like armchairs while the bunk behind them, screened by a curtain, was slightly larger than a single bed. Unfortunately, it was all a little messy with a few clothes, a newspaper, empty plastic cups and various other discarded items that should have been bagged up.

"I've always wondered what these were like inside. Especially the bed," I grinned, "and now I know."

He looked around at the bunk behind the seats and shrugged, pulling out his wallet and counting out a hundred then adding another twenty.

"As it's a Sunday." He told me offhandedly.

"Thanks." I checked the amount before placing them in my bag.

"How long have we got?" he asked as his hand began to caress my leg just above the knee, stopping at the bottom my skirt.

"Same as always hon. An hour or till you cum."

"You can get onto the bed in back there." He gestured with his head to the bunk behind the seats, "May as well get comfortable now."

I did as he said, climbing between the seats, and was soon sitting on the unmade bunk waiting for Hugh to join me as I started to strip off.

Grasping the bottom of my vest up I pulled it over my head and shook my hair free. My nipples, quickly swelling in the cool air, stood out like hard points from the dark circles of my areola.

Sunday 2.13 p.m.

"Nice. You really have gorgeous little boobs." he leered clambering into the back with me and starting to casually grope my modest breasts.

"Glad you like them." stifling a groan I answered him as he felt up my chest, taking his time to pinch and roll my nipples causing them to swell and harden even more.

"Now lose the skirt sweetheart." he instructed after a couple of minutes of groping my tits, "Let me get a good look at that pussy."

Kneeling up, I reached around to unzip my miniskirt, easing it down over my hips before sliding it down my legs and dropping it on the seat with my top. All I had on now was my stilettos as I knelt back and let my thigh's part to give him an unobstructed view of my shaven snatch.

"Nice." Hugh pulled me onto his lap his hands immediately going to my breasts again, roughly feeling them and teasing my sensitive buds.

"Mmmmm, that feels nice." I uttered a soft moan as he played with my tits.

He spent the next few minutes fondling my pert firm mounds before slowly sliding his fingers down across my abdomen stopping just above my genitals.

"Why don't you help me get undressed Abs?"

Obediently, I began unbuttoning the short sleeve shirt that he was wearing, pushing it off his shoulders and down his heavily tattooed arms.

My hand tracing down his hairy chest and across his protruding belly as I got down onto my knees and began to unfasten his jeans. Easing down the zip I reached inside to extract his big, hard dick, my fingers closing around the thick shaft and stroking up to large mushroom shaped head.

"That's a good girl." he complimented me, "Get it nice and hard for me."

Kicking off his shoes he struggled out of his jeans and boxers as I lightly wanked his erection and had a good look at the cock that was about to fuck me. I glanced up at him momentarily then leaned down and gently licked the tip of the shiny cockhead.

"Spit on it. Get it nice and wet baby." his instructions were accompanied by a hand on the back of my head, fingers twisting in my hair as he gently but firmly pressed me down.

I spat, drooling some saliva onto his crown then I opened my mouth and went down on him.

He was thick, not as thick as Jason Whichell but still wide, and I knew that I would have to try hard to get a decent amount of his manhood into my mouth.

"Mmmmnnhhhmmm.... Uummmmnnngghhhhh!" the muffled gurgles bubbled up from my throat as I forced my jaws apart, struggling to accommodate him.

Stretching my lips around his wood I began bobbing my head up and down on his hard phallus while he started to make little sounds that told me he was enjoying my actions.

His fingers tightened, twisting in my hair, allowing him guide my movements, pushing me down and pulling me up, my soft red lips caressing his length as I sucked hungrily.

Reaching under me to grope my small breasts with his free hand I continued to orally pleasure him, alternating between working my mouth up and down his length and then tonguing around the head until, a few minutes later, he abruptly yanked my hair hard, pulling me off his boner.

"Stop! Stop! For fuck's sake. Or I'll fucking come." he almost shouted and stopped playing with my nipples.

I looked up and smiled, kissing the top of his cock and kneeling back waiting for him.

"How do you want me?"

He didn't answer and just laid me back on the bunk letting me spread my legs wide apart ready for him to mount me, his now fully erect prick ready to enter into my very wet and very willing pussy.

"Oh, fuck.... yes.... it feels so good Abi." he groaned as he slid in to me with ease.

It felt wonderful being stretched open on his dick and I started to think about extending my working hours once again. I really needed to work at least part of the week-end or an evening rather than limit my hours to week days only.

"That feels amazing." I sighed as he started to fuck me, "I'm so glad I didn't stay at home with my husband."

"What you're married?" his tone was one of surprise although he didn't miss a stroke as he kept thrusting in to me "I didn't know that Abi."

I held up my left hand to show my rings, "Well I am hon and yes he knows what I'm doing before you ask."

"What the fuck are you doing on the game then? Need the money or is he just a lousy fuck?" Hugh gasped, the effort of fucking me starting to tell on his overweight body.

"Does it matter?" my response was offhand to say the least.

Hugh shrugged, continuing to fuck me hard and deep, with long slow strokes, as he worked to achieve his release inside me, while I lay there, knees drawn back and my feet in mid-air letting him pump his thick meat into me. Every time he thrust up into my dripping slit my puffy vaginal lips would fold in with his shaft, cushioning it and making the fuck even more enjoyable for him.

"Oh yes, yes.... that's so good... fuck me harder... don't stop." I moaned as he kept driving his hard lance into me.

"You like that whore? Does your old man fuck you like this? Does he?"

I didn't answer, just gasped with delight and bucked my hips up against his, urging him to drive his pole deeper into my slit, the pleasurable sensations starting to build inside me.

Pumping harder into me his cock filled me again and again, his full length splitting my slit open around it.

"Oh god yes, yes.... fuck me, just fuck meeeeeeeee!" my nails clawed at Hugh's shoulders, my legs kicking out straight up in the air while I squirmed and writhed, my climax building rapidly.

"Uh... ahhhh.... shit, shit, shit.... unghhhhhhhhh!" he groaned and slammed his cock deep up into my soaking cunt, burying his throbbing shaft to the hilt inside me, and I knew that he was coming.

Sunday 2.39 p.m.

"Fuck, fuck, oh fuckkkkkkkkkkkkkk!" squealing in ecstasy I bucked my hips up against him as I brought myself off, my whole-body convulsing as my orgasm raced through me.

Hugh continued to thrust forcefully into me a several more times, his shaft pulsing as he peaked, spraying his seed into my belly. Eventually he jerked to a stop on top of me, his entire weight between my wide spread thighs as we lay together panting for breath.

"Fuck!" he finally rolled off me, "That was fucking great."

Still slightly breathless I pushed myself up on to my elbows, "Glad you enjoyed it."

Our coupling complete I searched around for my discarded clothes and dressed myself as Hugh lay on the bunk, watching me.

"I guess you'll look me up next time you're back." I suggested as I clambered back into the front of the cab and retrieved my shoulder bag.

After taking a moment to make sure I was decent I unlatched the cab door ready to take my leave before glancing back one final time.

"See you around then hon." I smiled and climbed down leaving him alone.

Sunday 2.52 p.m.

Slipping back into my car I took the only tissues I had out of my bag and tried to mop up the mess between my legs. My efforts were futile though, my inner thighs were already sticky with Hugh's cum while more of it had dripped onto my skirt.

Leaving it to ooze out of me I drove home as quickly as I could hoping to get back before Chris finished the work he had to do.

Coming around the rear of the house I walked through the back door into the kitchen to find my husband perched on a stool with a coffee in front of him.

"You're late." He stood up to greet me.

I slid my arms about his neck and gazed up into his eyes "But you'll forgive me?"

"It depends." He grinned and started to pull my skirt up.

"No." I protested trying to push it back down, "Let me clean up. I'm really yukky down there."

My efforts to resist were futile and just like the day before when Tom had fucked me, I quickly found myself bent across the kitchen counter.

He took me hard and fast, forcing me up onto my toes as he hammered his rampant shaft into my cum filled slit.

"Yes... oh yes baby... don't stop.... please... don't... stop I'm gonna...."

Any attempt at holding back the sensations building inside me was futile and, just a few minutes later, I came hard, my body convulsing uncontrollably as the waves of ecstasy overwhelmed me.

"Cuuummmmmmmmmmmmm!" I screamed.

"Aaahhhh.... Aaahhhhh.... Aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh!" behind me Chris buried his cock in me one final time and ejaculated, pumping another helping of man cream into my body.

It was a few minutes before he extracted his prick from my slit, the cum dripping out and onto the floor as I made a dash for the bathroom.

After we had both cleaned up, I prepared our dinner and, once we had eaten, we settled down together, to relax in front of the television before bed.