White Van
I agreed to meet an admirer at 1am on the Lewes Road, in Brighton. We had chatted, discussed what I should wear, where I would stand - like a street walker- and where they would pick me up.
A few minutes before 1am, I quietly closed the door to my flat. The street was cold and silent, every sound seemed louder than normal. Overhead the sky was clear and I shivered, a little cold and a lot of anticipation.
Slipping the house keys into the pocket of my cropped, red leather biker jacket, I ran a gloved hand across the white, satin blouse, its bow at the neck and tiny buttons, to where my GG breasts pushed aside the jacket. I patted my blonde hair then looked up and down the quiet street.
It was perfect. Quiet, with the distant drone of Brighton. Stepping down to the pavement casued the hem of my black, leather mini skirt to lift, its slit on the left leg showing a generous thigh and the top of a black Cuban stocking with a red seam.
I took a step. The sound of a 6" heel, with a 1" platform sole, of my slutty pumps reverberated. I stopped, as always my heart in my mouth... This was the first adrenaline, the deceiving of your environment, where no one knew I was a cockwhore who went out at night and every time I stepped out, my ass cold from the wind and my licking my lips, it could be the time a neighbour looked out and saw me...
A few steps. No movement from the houses or flats in the street, then I straightened my back, pushed out those big tits and fucking loved the whore I now was.
Walking to the Lewes Road, I was there in minutes, facing across from a pub, The Franklin Tavern. I had agreed to be standing, leaning against the pub sign at 1am just as he was driving in from Eastbourne, he had said. He wanted me there so he could pull up in his white van in the loading bay, in his Ford escort van, an RS2000 turbo, then pull a street walker.
In the bay was a white van, with a curse, I hurried across the road, coming up behind.
I looked in, leaning over, letting the heavy weight of my tits push on the satin. The blouse hung past the jacket, I had one hand resting on my tits and the other lightly on the roof of his car.
The window was open a crack and I could see him look at me. Keenly taking in the tits, short skirt, stocking tops and my heavy make-up,
'Hey. Busy?' I asked. He moved, the window lowered. I could see light twinkle in his eyes.
'No,' he said, brusquely.
I sighed, standing, letting the skirt raise and showing the stocking tops, where my finger clipped behind a suspender, then I leaned back to the half open window. He wanted me to work the street worker.
My tongue poked over red lips for a moment, 'Do you want to be busy?' I breathed. 'I'm doing nothing right now. And coming in there would keep me warm.'
'Really?' He was checking his mirrors, looking along the road. I stood, looking each way as well. The road was quiet, I could see a taxi lazily crawling along from the Level. Distant headlights could be seen along Lewes Road in the other direction. I stepped back, then leant over, my blouse was open and he could see red satin bra cups. Running a finger from my lip, to between my breasts, then to the window, I looked in. And waited.
Under my skirt, my clitty was throbbing. It was all i could do to not beg him to open the door.
As the taxi got nearer, he seemed to reach a conclusion. He leant over and opened the door, with a smooth slide I was on the passenger seat. My high heels pushing my knees up, I pushed down the leather and looked at him.
He was a little older than I imagined, but was definitely a plumber. He had said as much, so being out on an emergency call meant he could be out late at night to meet me. My platform shoes, shiny black, moved aside empty bags.
'How much?' he asked, carefully.
We had discussed this. 'Twenty for a blow, thirty to cum in me.' I twitched the hem of my skirt, revealing red satin panties with their bulge. 'Anal is more.'
'Do you know somewhere?' he asked.
'I know just the place'. I directed him to a nearby street which had an alley. There was nowhere to park nearby, so I got out and told him to join me and I waited, feeling more and more horny. After a minute, he emerged from the dark and we stood for a moment under a street lamp, looking at each other.
He must have been early forties, maybe not as trim as he had said and I didn't mention that his photo must have been at least five years old. It was the cock shot I was thinking off and his jeans were bulging hard. He sniffed, one hand in a pocket of his jeans, clearly playing with the hot shaft. His dark eyes were running over me.
'You like?' I did a slow turn, quite easy on high heels, with a hand against a lamppost. He nodded, 'Do you want to come into the alley?' I asked, quietly, trying to be coy whist thinking about him pounding me hard.
He glanced quickly, nodded, then was in the alley. As I followed, I could see a hand held out behind him which I grasped and he pulled me close to him as he walked.
A few steps in and he stopped, I was already dropping to my knees. His hand pulled me round then lifted so I was looking up at him, with one hand on his bulge. I think he was going to say something, but I pinched the end of his cock beneath the jean material. He quivered in a half-laugh, let go of me and undid his belt as my slender fingers were caressing material around his cock.
I kissed the base of the zip. Then slowly unzipped. His cock slapped my face, I pulled it to me and under the dim light of the nearby street light slowly gave him head; red lips tight over the shaft and the head, my tongue flat against his girth then playing with his tip, as I pulled back my hand slipped along the hot shaft, turning slowly, then it ran down, my mouth taking him as deep as I could, I pulled back, felt his stomach muscles tense, then I was down until his head was pushing deep into my throat.
He said something, but I missed it. Pulling back, I felt pleasure as his hands were already cupped on either side of my head.
He whispered the starting thrusting deep, ignoring the grunts of air as each push was forced down my throat, each time trying to push deeper as he held my head.
I could taste his pre-cum, there was a rhythm where his whole body was forced into my mouth, his cock lunging down my throat, where I gagged and was held hard by his hands. I was gripping his thighs, trying to look up at him, but my eyes were watering and his thrusts had become long, deep penetrating cock thrusts into my cumslut whore mouth. In this alley, in shadows, I was just a cumdump and he was ready to fill me up.
He did not speak, just kept pulling me hard onto him as he pushed, but i could taste him. Then, my mouth was full, it brimmed and was slick with hot cum, For a moment my nose burnt, but he pushed in deep, burying my face into his pubic hair and help me. His cock pulsed, I could feel saliva, gushing around its thick, veined shaft, pushing back his cum, then he pulled out, laving my mouth rich with his flavours.
His hands were still on my head. I think he had forgotten they were there. Head down, dripping cum from my smeared lips onto my blouse, I waited. My pants were bursting and i could feel my won pre-cum seeping into the satin.
'Holy fuck,' he whispered. He swore again, the looked around, It was dark and silent, as his cock was still in my face, I used my lips to lock onto it and suck the last cum from him. He shuddered in surprise and I was rewarded with an extra spurt.
Smiling, licking my lips, I stood. Brushed my knees, and waited. He was looking at him then he looked up and down the alley. I could tell he wanted to be gone. I could tell he wanted to keep fucking me.
'Twenty?' he said. I shook my head, and let a little cum dribble from my mouth. As he watched, I opened and showed him all I had. Then I swallowed. 'Thirty.'
He smiled, tucking away his cock. I could see the smudge of my lipstick on it and felt a pang of regret it wasn't going to be in me.
'Thirty,' he agreed and held out some notes, which quickly disappeared into my jacket. We walked to the end of the alley, I could see his white van, a Peugeot, a little further up the road near the Bugle. 'Do I get a lift?' I asked.
He looked a little bashful. Said something about going the other way, then was quickly gone.
I had been really, truly used as a slutty streetwalker and I had a stomach full of cum. It felt so good. Walking back to Lewes Road, I tottered back towards my street. My satin pants were moist and I wished he had pulled them aside, in the alley, then slipped deep into me.
Passing the shops, ahead, I could see a white van waiting outside the Franklin Tavern. It was a Ford and as I got near, with my mini skirt showing stocking tops, my 6" heels at the end of seams, red jacket and white blouse, I suddenly felt quite the street walker again.
The driver window wound down and a face grinned at me.
'Hello slut,' he called quietly, across the street. 'How much for a fuck?'
I looked back at where I had come and smiled. Then I waved him over to my side of the road. 'Twenty for a blow job, thirty if you cum in me.' His eyes lit up. The Ford van swung around in the road quickly and he popped open the passenger door. As I swung in my long legs, the mini skirt raised up to the satin panties again. As before his eyes hungrily lapped up what he saw.
'Fuck me,' he whispered. 'You're moist already.'
'Tell you what,' I pointed to a street ahead. 'Pull in there and lets see what thirty gets you...'
The van pulled into a space outside my neighbours house. I took a look back, his van was empty. 'Good,' I whispered.
It was not possible to climb over seats, so we got out. The cool air was washed over my exposed stocking tops and tits. 'Open the doors, hun,' I commanded. 'Quickly,'
We slid in, with me below. He was straddled over my face in an instant, his jeans sprung open in my eager hands and his hot cock was touching my lips. He was whispering and moaning appreciatively as my lips took him in, I pulled away and ran my tongue along the length of the underside with one hand sliding along the shaft and the cupped his ball sack. He did not need any encouragement. He was thrusting deep and deeper, shivering with the cold and the enjoyment. After what felt like a few minutes of sliding deep into my mouth and throat, as I gagged and choked, I could feel him tensing.
Pulling back, I kept one hand on his cock with my fingers rolling his hot head between finger and thumb then rolled myself to one side, yanking down my panties. I was side on to him, showing my smooth ass with my whore clitty waiting for him. He looked it, reached out and slipped in his thumb.
'Fuck me,' I whispered. He nodded, I quickly slipped a condom on him, then rolled to a dogging position. His slick cock slid in a little way, it was tight, then he started fucking hard, spitting along the shaft as it pulled in then out. I was pushed down, with a hand between my shoulders so my abdomen was against the van floor and I felt him able to pull back to fuck me harder. The van was smaller than I thought.
All I wanted was to feel him come. I whispered and begged as he fucked me. Soon, he stiffened again, gripping me hard as he exhaled and pushed deep. I felt a hard spurt fill me, then he stopped. Gripping hard until he rolled off me after a few seconds of gripping me tight to his cock.
Laying flat, my blouse had come undone, my mini skirt was around my waist and my own cock bobbed. He looked at it, grinned then lay back.
'I have to go,' I yanked down my skirt, pulling up my pants. Trying to sit up without banging my head was fun and brought me near his cock again. I slipped off his full condom as I pushed open the rear doors with their steamed windows. They weren't locked, I wondered if anyone had looked in, I hoped they did.
He tried small talk, but I just shook my head. 'Thirty to cum inside,' I said with a wink.
He pulled notes from his jeans and held them out. Three ten pound notes disappeared into my jacket pocket.
'You need a lift?'
I was good. I waved him away then went to my flat, a few steps away. It was one of the most memorable nights and whenever I have a meet I do try to arrive early in case it happens again.
A few minutes before 1am, I quietly closed the door to my flat. The street was cold and silent, every sound seemed louder than normal. Overhead the sky was clear and I shivered, a little cold and a lot of anticipation.
Slipping the house keys into the pocket of my cropped, red leather biker jacket, I ran a gloved hand across the white, satin blouse, its bow at the neck and tiny buttons, to where my GG breasts pushed aside the jacket. I patted my blonde hair then looked up and down the quiet street.
It was perfect. Quiet, with the distant drone of Brighton. Stepping down to the pavement casued the hem of my black, leather mini skirt to lift, its slit on the left leg showing a generous thigh and the top of a black Cuban stocking with a red seam.
I took a step. The sound of a 6" heel, with a 1" platform sole, of my slutty pumps reverberated. I stopped, as always my heart in my mouth... This was the first adrenaline, the deceiving of your environment, where no one knew I was a cockwhore who went out at night and every time I stepped out, my ass cold from the wind and my licking my lips, it could be the time a neighbour looked out and saw me...
A few steps. No movement from the houses or flats in the street, then I straightened my back, pushed out those big tits and fucking loved the whore I now was.
Walking to the Lewes Road, I was there in minutes, facing across from a pub, The Franklin Tavern. I had agreed to be standing, leaning against the pub sign at 1am just as he was driving in from Eastbourne, he had said. He wanted me there so he could pull up in his white van in the loading bay, in his Ford escort van, an RS2000 turbo, then pull a street walker.
In the bay was a white van, with a curse, I hurried across the road, coming up behind.
I looked in, leaning over, letting the heavy weight of my tits push on the satin. The blouse hung past the jacket, I had one hand resting on my tits and the other lightly on the roof of his car.
The window was open a crack and I could see him look at me. Keenly taking in the tits, short skirt, stocking tops and my heavy make-up,
'Hey. Busy?' I asked. He moved, the window lowered. I could see light twinkle in his eyes.
'No,' he said, brusquely.
I sighed, standing, letting the skirt raise and showing the stocking tops, where my finger clipped behind a suspender, then I leaned back to the half open window. He wanted me to work the street worker.
My tongue poked over red lips for a moment, 'Do you want to be busy?' I breathed. 'I'm doing nothing right now. And coming in there would keep me warm.'
'Really?' He was checking his mirrors, looking along the road. I stood, looking each way as well. The road was quiet, I could see a taxi lazily crawling along from the Level. Distant headlights could be seen along Lewes Road in the other direction. I stepped back, then leant over, my blouse was open and he could see red satin bra cups. Running a finger from my lip, to between my breasts, then to the window, I looked in. And waited.
Under my skirt, my clitty was throbbing. It was all i could do to not beg him to open the door.
As the taxi got nearer, he seemed to reach a conclusion. He leant over and opened the door, with a smooth slide I was on the passenger seat. My high heels pushing my knees up, I pushed down the leather and looked at him.
He was a little older than I imagined, but was definitely a plumber. He had said as much, so being out on an emergency call meant he could be out late at night to meet me. My platform shoes, shiny black, moved aside empty bags.
'How much?' he asked, carefully.
We had discussed this. 'Twenty for a blow, thirty to cum in me.' I twitched the hem of my skirt, revealing red satin panties with their bulge. 'Anal is more.'
'Do you know somewhere?' he asked.
'I know just the place'. I directed him to a nearby street which had an alley. There was nowhere to park nearby, so I got out and told him to join me and I waited, feeling more and more horny. After a minute, he emerged from the dark and we stood for a moment under a street lamp, looking at each other.
He must have been early forties, maybe not as trim as he had said and I didn't mention that his photo must have been at least five years old. It was the cock shot I was thinking off and his jeans were bulging hard. He sniffed, one hand in a pocket of his jeans, clearly playing with the hot shaft. His dark eyes were running over me.
'You like?' I did a slow turn, quite easy on high heels, with a hand against a lamppost. He nodded, 'Do you want to come into the alley?' I asked, quietly, trying to be coy whist thinking about him pounding me hard.
He glanced quickly, nodded, then was in the alley. As I followed, I could see a hand held out behind him which I grasped and he pulled me close to him as he walked.
A few steps in and he stopped, I was already dropping to my knees. His hand pulled me round then lifted so I was looking up at him, with one hand on his bulge. I think he was going to say something, but I pinched the end of his cock beneath the jean material. He quivered in a half-laugh, let go of me and undid his belt as my slender fingers were caressing material around his cock.
I kissed the base of the zip. Then slowly unzipped. His cock slapped my face, I pulled it to me and under the dim light of the nearby street light slowly gave him head; red lips tight over the shaft and the head, my tongue flat against his girth then playing with his tip, as I pulled back my hand slipped along the hot shaft, turning slowly, then it ran down, my mouth taking him as deep as I could, I pulled back, felt his stomach muscles tense, then I was down until his head was pushing deep into my throat.
He said something, but I missed it. Pulling back, I felt pleasure as his hands were already cupped on either side of my head.
He whispered the starting thrusting deep, ignoring the grunts of air as each push was forced down my throat, each time trying to push deeper as he held my head.
I could taste his pre-cum, there was a rhythm where his whole body was forced into my mouth, his cock lunging down my throat, where I gagged and was held hard by his hands. I was gripping his thighs, trying to look up at him, but my eyes were watering and his thrusts had become long, deep penetrating cock thrusts into my cumslut whore mouth. In this alley, in shadows, I was just a cumdump and he was ready to fill me up.
He did not speak, just kept pulling me hard onto him as he pushed, but i could taste him. Then, my mouth was full, it brimmed and was slick with hot cum, For a moment my nose burnt, but he pushed in deep, burying my face into his pubic hair and help me. His cock pulsed, I could feel saliva, gushing around its thick, veined shaft, pushing back his cum, then he pulled out, laving my mouth rich with his flavours.
His hands were still on my head. I think he had forgotten they were there. Head down, dripping cum from my smeared lips onto my blouse, I waited. My pants were bursting and i could feel my won pre-cum seeping into the satin.
'Holy fuck,' he whispered. He swore again, the looked around, It was dark and silent, as his cock was still in my face, I used my lips to lock onto it and suck the last cum from him. He shuddered in surprise and I was rewarded with an extra spurt.
Smiling, licking my lips, I stood. Brushed my knees, and waited. He was looking at him then he looked up and down the alley. I could tell he wanted to be gone. I could tell he wanted to keep fucking me.
'Twenty?' he said. I shook my head, and let a little cum dribble from my mouth. As he watched, I opened and showed him all I had. Then I swallowed. 'Thirty.'
He smiled, tucking away his cock. I could see the smudge of my lipstick on it and felt a pang of regret it wasn't going to be in me.
'Thirty,' he agreed and held out some notes, which quickly disappeared into my jacket. We walked to the end of the alley, I could see his white van, a Peugeot, a little further up the road near the Bugle. 'Do I get a lift?' I asked.
He looked a little bashful. Said something about going the other way, then was quickly gone.
I had been really, truly used as a slutty streetwalker and I had a stomach full of cum. It felt so good. Walking back to Lewes Road, I tottered back towards my street. My satin pants were moist and I wished he had pulled them aside, in the alley, then slipped deep into me.
Passing the shops, ahead, I could see a white van waiting outside the Franklin Tavern. It was a Ford and as I got near, with my mini skirt showing stocking tops, my 6" heels at the end of seams, red jacket and white blouse, I suddenly felt quite the street walker again.
The driver window wound down and a face grinned at me.
'Hello slut,' he called quietly, across the street. 'How much for a fuck?'
I looked back at where I had come and smiled. Then I waved him over to my side of the road. 'Twenty for a blow job, thirty if you cum in me.' His eyes lit up. The Ford van swung around in the road quickly and he popped open the passenger door. As I swung in my long legs, the mini skirt raised up to the satin panties again. As before his eyes hungrily lapped up what he saw.
'Fuck me,' he whispered. 'You're moist already.'
'Tell you what,' I pointed to a street ahead. 'Pull in there and lets see what thirty gets you...'
The van pulled into a space outside my neighbours house. I took a look back, his van was empty. 'Good,' I whispered.
It was not possible to climb over seats, so we got out. The cool air was washed over my exposed stocking tops and tits. 'Open the doors, hun,' I commanded. 'Quickly,'
We slid in, with me below. He was straddled over my face in an instant, his jeans sprung open in my eager hands and his hot cock was touching my lips. He was whispering and moaning appreciatively as my lips took him in, I pulled away and ran my tongue along the length of the underside with one hand sliding along the shaft and the cupped his ball sack. He did not need any encouragement. He was thrusting deep and deeper, shivering with the cold and the enjoyment. After what felt like a few minutes of sliding deep into my mouth and throat, as I gagged and choked, I could feel him tensing.
Pulling back, I kept one hand on his cock with my fingers rolling his hot head between finger and thumb then rolled myself to one side, yanking down my panties. I was side on to him, showing my smooth ass with my whore clitty waiting for him. He looked it, reached out and slipped in his thumb.
'Fuck me,' I whispered. He nodded, I quickly slipped a condom on him, then rolled to a dogging position. His slick cock slid in a little way, it was tight, then he started fucking hard, spitting along the shaft as it pulled in then out. I was pushed down, with a hand between my shoulders so my abdomen was against the van floor and I felt him able to pull back to fuck me harder. The van was smaller than I thought.
All I wanted was to feel him come. I whispered and begged as he fucked me. Soon, he stiffened again, gripping me hard as he exhaled and pushed deep. I felt a hard spurt fill me, then he stopped. Gripping hard until he rolled off me after a few seconds of gripping me tight to his cock.
Laying flat, my blouse had come undone, my mini skirt was around my waist and my own cock bobbed. He looked at it, grinned then lay back.
'I have to go,' I yanked down my skirt, pulling up my pants. Trying to sit up without banging my head was fun and brought me near his cock again. I slipped off his full condom as I pushed open the rear doors with their steamed windows. They weren't locked, I wondered if anyone had looked in, I hoped they did.
He tried small talk, but I just shook my head. 'Thirty to cum inside,' I said with a wink.
He pulled notes from his jeans and held them out. Three ten pound notes disappeared into my jacket pocket.
'You need a lift?'
I was good. I waved him away then went to my flat, a few steps away. It was one of the most memorable nights and whenever I have a meet I do try to arrive early in case it happens again.
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