Ho 72

Ho 72

Chapter 1

Sometimes, as the sun rises over an unfamiliar roof-scape perhaps, I reflect on what has passed and what will unfold but for the present I am content.

I once lived with my husband and three children, in a nice semi detached house in a nice area, and I had a job with real prospects that I loved, and my own car, but now instead I have my freedom.

I think the car was the straw which broke our relationship's proverbial camel's back so to speak.

I was driving home from work when a cloud of steam and water shot out, the garage man said "Head gasket", a thousand pounds to fix it, which did not have, no guarantee it would not happen again and it was only be worth seven hundred anyway.

I needed that car for my job, my identity, my friends but Harry said "no", we could not afford it, yet he drove his big Ford to work less than a mile each day where he could have walked, my journey was nearer ten miles.

"You will just have to get something closer, we can't afford two cars." he told me.

I tried to carry on using buses and taxis, but they cost almost as much as I earned since I had to go part time instead of doing exams and getting promotion so that I could be around when the kids got back from school when Harry's new job meant he was not working form home so much and we could not afford the child care.

Harry's demanded a proper dinner every evening, his shirts laundered and ironed, the house cleaned immaculately, even the lawn mowing was my responsibility it seemed and then there was his mother's interference, and his kids Sheila, Chloe and |Henry, twelve, ten and eight, when we married and they came to leave me in no doubt why their mother had left them, and him, for a travelling salesman.

The Harry I married was virile, passionate, thirty three, he was only eighteen when Sheila was born,forcing him into that first loveless marriage, he was thirteen years older than me but he worked out at the Gym, played Tennis to nearly pro standard, he rode a Harley, drove a Range Rover, he owned a decent three bed semi detached house, and to me as a junior at a Solicitors office her seemed a real catch.

His first wife had an artistic temperament, a bit Latin they said, and a figure to die for, curves in all the right places, not like mine where I struggled with my waist line and always needed uplift or padding if I was not to look too flat, and she had been witty and generally perfect yet she had simply walked out leaving Harry and his mother to  bring up the three kids.

He met and wooed me,  we met while he was arranging his divorce and as soon as he was free we married and then as we returned from our honeymoon he lost his job.

He was made redundant through restructuring, so he claimed, but no one else went, so there was more to it than that, and after awhile he had to accept a lower paid job that he hated with barely two thirds the salary, he started drinking beer with his buddies instead of coming home after work and his beer belly swelled as his prick, libido and job prospects shrank.

Somehow we had this argument on a Friday evening, I had a final warning from work for lateness and I suggested we sell the Ford and buy two cheaper cars one for me and that's when Sheila called me a money grabbing whore, well something snapped, I flung on my coat without thinking, grabbed a few pounds from the housekeeping pot and went out into the night.

A Taxi was turning at the end of the road and I hailed it, "Town centre please."

"Pedestrianised love, Park Road any good" I agreed, he dropped me, I thought I would take a walk, get a takeaway, think things through, but I had lost track of time and it was half past midnight, not just after Ten. I walked on confused.

A drunk approached me, I stopped, he offered money for sex, I shook my head, God sex, I could barely remember sex with Harry, I would have almost paid the drunk for sex if I thought he could actually get an erection, it was so long since Harry realised I was a woman with needs and not just a cook housekeeper.

I had been observed, a sharply dressed black guy emerged from the shadows blocking my path, "Good Morning fair maiden, workest thou this thoroughfare this fine morn?"

"What" I asked.

He continued "This is a renowned thoroughfare for personal services provided professionally by ladies in the employ of yours truly Leroy Brown and I do not want Amateurs ruining my reputation."

I was not in the mood, "Look," I told him, do I look like a whore?"

"Sure, you do, you put forward a proposition to the gentleman yonder." he said.

"Do you get off on this?" I asked, "with your mock Shakespeare and." He grabbed my arm roughly.

"Hey show some respect," he insisted, "I got my reputation, but like I said  we have stadards to maintain, so if you want to work here you work for me, understand."

"No way." I said, "If I want to walk down her I will, if I want to pick up a guy I will, because."

He clamped his hand over my mouth, "Now ain't that the rub," he replied, "undercutting, no little lady that ain't allowed, I set the tariffs, if you want to work here you work for me" he sniffed "And no perfume, punters wife smells that a mile away." He was so strong, virile animalistic and he wanted me, I sensed it.

My heart pounded with excitement as he gripped my wrist with his big black hand, and forced it high up my back,  "keep it shut or I'll break your arm" he ordered.

The sheer power the man  made me weak at the knees, he moved to grip my throat as if to possess me but instead he released my wrist and rifled through my pockets, "sixty, that all you done, I charge a hundred protection fee so you are in deficit as we speak, come, we will discuss."

He wrenched my arm up my back again and gently pushed me toward no 23 Park Street, an ordinary nondescript red brick terraced work-man's house. I was too excited to protest as he pushed me inside, it the hallway and then into the parlour.

The only illumination was a single dim red bulb but there were several people sitting around, two black guys and a white girl together on the settee, naked bare flesh and shadowy entwined bodies in the far corners sent a surge of anticipation rushing through me.

"Hey guys, I got a new Lady" he announced as he undid my coat pulled it down over my shoulders and then flung it into the corner of the room.

He cupped my breasts through the thin fabric of my blue lightweight summer dress and as my nipples responded he simply grabbed the neck of the dress in both hands and tore it right down the back.  I froze in shock seeing all these people watching and before I could react  he had stripped my pantyhose and panties to my ankles in a single motion.

His hands went to my sex. his thumb roughly penetrating me to emerge glistening showing my excitement, he slapped my buttocks and I took a step and tripped on the clothing around my ankles, I fell forward and my head landed in someone's lap, It was a man, a well endowed naked black man sitting in an armchair.

His penis reared beside my throat and  I tried to get up but as I did so my crotch ground against his torso . As I struggled I felt someone free my ankles by removing my shoes and pantihose and panties and then more hands gripped me feeling me, groping me.

Someone turned me over onto my back, and laid me on the floor releasing and removing my bra in the process. A river of moisture began to flow between my legs and with gentle pressure on my rapidly yielding inner thighs I felt the man's large large erect circumcised penis start to enter me, slipping between my willing lower lips, and into my neglected vagina, to thrust into my very innards, and as he thrust into me so someone held a glass to my lips and I drank, it was smooth like nectar, but the cheap Vodka burned as it went down my throat to warm me and excite me even more.

A large black hand held my arm firmly and I felt the sharp prick of a needle and everything gradually went into beautiful techni-colour and sounds and sensations merged into ecstasy.

Leroy woke me late the next afternoon, I was naked and covered in dried cum, he threw me a skimpy black leather dress, with straps and some flip flops. "Condoms in the pocket, I have decided to take you on girl lets go."

"Where's my stuff." I asked groggily, "I need a bath."

"You don't need no stuff, now hold still I got a little something for you."

I expected his cock, I got an injection, I felt really good about myself, for the first time for years.

To be continued