Billy had had a very long day in the height of the Summer laying flagstones for the council. Overtime was well paid and often fought for amongst the manual workers but, today, he could have done without it.

At this time of year, with the lighter nights, he always stopped off at the country park on his way home. Despite the occasional pass by from local police, there were often couples in there willing to put a show on for doggers; he'd even joined in a few times.

He'd been there 15 minutes and seen no-one so far; he'd give it another five minutes before going on home. That is when he saw her; tall, slim in fishnets and heels. The skirt length was almost obscenely short with a fake leather jacket over the white top that barely covered her generous breasts. The body looked younger but the face said middle-aged and just a little rough; an image not helped by the trowelled on make up and hair tied back in a council-house facelift.

Billy put 2 and 2 together and jumped to the expected conclusions, "Little slapper, probably got a habit to feed !" Nevertheless he checked his wallet; apart from a few coins he was down to £10.

"Got the time please ?" The accent was a little unusual, he couldn't place it; but it didn't quite sound like it was straight from the estate. The endless, enthusiastic gum chewing and a cigarette didn't nothing to change his mind.

Billy leant out of the window, glanced at the dashboard clock in his white van, and told her, "Twenty past eight, love."

She thanked him and started to walk away, spitting out her gum as she left and taking an enormous drag on her ciggie. The cloud of exhaled smoke which engulfed her did nothing to create a vision of lovliness. She paused, turned round and walked back to the car, filling her lungs with another helping from the cigarette before flicking the stub away. She leant down again to his open window.

"£30 for a quick fuck." Despite all his conclusions this opening gambit stick took Billy a little by surprise.

"You what ?"

"I'll give you a quick fuck, £30" She appeared confident, experienced but had the shakes.

"Sorry, love, only got a tenner." There was no doubt that, had he had the money, Billy would have banged her there and then.

"OK, I'll suck you."

Billy paused for a moment and took his last note from his wallet. "Where, my van ?"

"No, behind the toilets." She felt safer outside and Johns were more on the back foot; afterall a cry of '****' could be devastating.

Billy didn't reply but wound up his window, stepped out of the van and locked the door behind him. She walked just behind him to the back of the toilet block that smelled exactly like a toilet block; on a hot, Summer's evening.

He stood in front of her and started to unzip his flies. The girl clicked her fingers, sarcastically.

"Money first."

Billy handed over the cash which she stuffed into her coat pocket. Before he could go back to his trousers she'd knelt before him and finished unzipping him. She fished around inside his trousers before finding the, slightly yellow-stained, Y of his Y fronts. She pulled his semi-hard cock out and peeled back the foreskin.

There was nothing particularly remarkable about it; but, in Billy's vivid imagination, it put John Holmes to shame.

She could smell stale piss from his last visit to the toilet and there were traces of white smegma where the foreskin had been. Without the slightest pause she took it into her mouth and started to suck, hard and fast. This was no romance; just a job to empty his balls in the shortest time.

Billy reached down to feel up her tits but, before he even got close, her hand intervened and pushed his away.

"£10 just gets you a suck, no tits."

Billy resigned himself to the situation and relaxed to enjoy the experience.

The girl went back to sucking his cock hard before taking a few moments break to wank him. She knew the fastest way to 'earn' her money was a mixture of hand and blow job matching her speed to his breathing signals.

Hid cock was fully erect now, about 5" long and not particularly thick. Her sucking had cleaned it somewhat and she went back to sucking him. Billy really wanted her to tease his balls and lick his shaft the way his wife did; but this wasn't his wife, she was a £10 hooker and it was bare minimum satisfaction only.

She took him in hand again, this time her left, and squeezed the foreskin especially hard each time it past over the rim of his cock head. Billy knew he was getting close and she must have been able to sense it because she immediately went back to sucking him.

Billy felt his first jet of sperm hit her mouth; just as she took his cock out, gave it one, short wanking movement with her right hand, and then simply let it go. Dismayed, Billy finished his orgasm by wanking himself off and the girl walked away; wiping a few drops of his white spunk off her thigh with a couple of fingers as she went.

By the time Billy's cock had stopped dripping its last few drops of his man juice, she'd left the car park.

He was not impressed, " Fuckin' slapper ! Thought she would have at least sucked it all." For just £10, he hadn't ever, really expected any more than whet he got.

He wiped the rest of his spunk off his cock onto the inside of his Y-fronts; before continuing on home to his wife.

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Richard & Cheryl were typical, professional, middle-class 30-something parents. Their relatively well-off status meant they could afford a nanny for the k**s and still live a fairly carefree lifestyle.

Despite all that the sex life was waning; the c***dren and careers had taken a toll on the bedroom. Richard was still happy enough but Cheryl wanted something different, she wasn't sure what - just different. They'd tried some three-way fun and it made a change but she wanted to go further.

Richard hadn't noticed her buying some new bits and pieces recently and one night she dropped her bombshell.

"I want to try being a whore !"

Richard assumed this simply entailed dressing a little sluttishly and talking dirty in the bedroom. She sensed this and enlightened him further.

"I mean, go down to the park or station and just fuck some stranger, for money; right off the cuff."

This was a surprise to him but, the more he thought about it, the more it started to arouse him. Cheryl told him to wait in the kitchen while she went to the bedroom. The k**s were having a sleepover and this was too good an opportunity to miss.

She emerged from the bedroom, a slut from head to toe. The fishnets ran from her high heels right up to her pretty arse in the shortest of skirts. The low cut white top showed plenty of her large tits, held on display by a wonderbra. The cheap, fake-leather bomber jacket completed the ensemble perfectly.

Naturally very pretty she'd deliberately plastered on cheap makeup and pulled her lovely dark hair tightly, right back off her face. A copious helping of chewing gum finished the scene off beautifully.

"Take me to the country park, but keep the car out of sight."

She knew this was a good spot for a loose pickup; it would still be light for another hour yet and she was excited about her prospects.

Cheryl got out of the car and sparked up a cigarette.

"Since when did you ever smoke ?" This shocked Richard more than anything she'd done previously. Cheryl was outrageously fit and had gone to great lengths to regain her figure after two c***dren.

She didn't like it herself; "I have to, all hookers smoke. Just got to make sure I don't start coughing everywhere !"

She walked off, looking more like $10 that a million. Despite not liking her smoking, the sight of it gave Richard a sizeable erection which he massaged through his denims. He rolled the car back a little to see the toilet area.

Cheryl walked up to a dirty white van with an overweight, middle aged, scruffy man inside. His drivers window was down and he was listening to the radio.

She wandered over and bent down to show him more than a little of her breasts.

"Got the time please ?" She was doing her best to hide the private school education, but not really succeeding.

"Twenty past eight, love." She hated people assuming familiarity uninvited, but she was playing the game and her tits had invited just such a response.

She decided to lose the gum and took the deepest drag on her cigarette. It took all her willpower to stifle the coughing reflex, but she held it together. He was sweaty, smelled less that daisy fresh, had a beer belly and wasn't remotely attractive.

She turned back to him and, steeling herself, said, "£30 for a quick fuck."

She couldn't believe she'd actually said it; neither could he. She was nervous and shaking.

"You what ?"

"I'll give you a quick fuck, £30" She held her poise and acted the pro.

"Sorry, love, only got a tenner."

She had to pause here; what would a girl on the game do ? Certainly not shag him for £10, that's for sure.

"OK, I'll suck you." She figured she could empty his balls in 10 minutes at the most.

He invited her into his van; this was dangerous, very dangerous and she knew it.

"No, behind the toilets." Richard would be able to keep a discreet eye on her.

The stranger got out of his van and locked it. The toilets stank awfully in the late Summer heat. He started to take his cock out; she took charge, clicking her fingers like ordering a waiter.

"Money first." This was no fantasy, this was business and that's exactly how she played it. She dropped to her knees; it was obvious he'd being working outdoors all day !

She pulled his zipper the rest of the way down till she could see the piss stains on his white underpants. His cock was on the small side but getting harder all the time. She peeled back its generous foreskin to reveal the head. There was a strong scent of piss and the dirty bastard had white, waxy smeg all around the rim.

She steeled herself for the task and took this rancid cock into her mouth; it was horrible. He reached down to grope his large tits; there's no way £10 included that and she wasn't shy about telling him either.

The driver just stood there as she took a quick break from sucking him to wank his shaft, hard and fast. It was clear he wanted more for his money but she was no charity. She returned his cock to her mouth; it tasted slightly better the second time round as, basically, she'd already tongue-cleaned it.

She wanked him again, concentrating on the rim of his helmet. She knew this was his most sensitive area and his breathing bore this conclusion out. He started to tense up a little and Cheryl knew that some more mouth play would push him over the edge.

She'd mentally rehearsed the money shot and, as soon as the first dollop of spunk landed in her mouth, the job was done. She took his pulsating cock from her mouth and made one, last minimal gesture which resulted in white cum down her leg.

Her client continued wanking himself to a conclusion but, now the main stimulation was gone, the rest of his volume just rolled down his shaft and all over his own clothes.

"Shame", Cheryl thought, "that would have been a really big load". She loved to swallow her husbands spunk, especially if he hadn't cum for a few days when there was a good volume and it was at it's thickest. She got into the car, engine already running, and Richard drove her away.

"So, how was it ?" He had a huge erection from just watching his lovely, middle-class wife acting the part of a cheap whore.

"He was foul ! I don't think he's had a bath in a week, his cock was small, dirty, stank and tasted awful. Oh, and my knickers are soaking !"