Chapter 5

Emily and I are sitting watching nothing in particular when Claire and a friend come into the room and sit together on a sofa. I’ve given up trying to work out who’s her boyfriend and who’s a boy that’s a friend. This one, strikes me a somewhat gay, but what do I know.

This isn’t unusual, she’ll often drop in from time to time with a boy or girl friend and just sit with us. It’s nice. Sometimes we chat, sometimes they just watch the same rubbish as us for 10 - 20mins before they head off. It’s nice to see her and who she’s hanging around with.

This time however things rapidly take a very steep curve into new territory. He suddenly puts 5, £20 notes on the table in the middle of the room. We all notice it but no one reacts.

No one as ever done anything like this before. Was he just showing us that he had £100, oooh impressive. I nearly laughed. I’m very glad I didn’t because of what he then said.

“Casba says Hi.” and with that he sat back in the seat and crossed his legs. His gazed fixed on Emily with an air of confidence. I couldn’t tell if it was false or if he was really asking what I think he was asking.

Emily didn’t look at me but picked up her mobile phone and quickly texted something. As she was sitting next to me I could see that she was sending a message to Casba.

‘I’m at home and one of my daughters friends has just asked for me to service him?’ she sent it and didn’t look up.

A matter of seconds a reply came in, ‘You know the rates, perform well, do whatever he asks. I think I know his father.’

Then she replied something I couldn’t believe ‘Where though, I’m at home?’

He quickly replied ‘I don’t care.’

Then just as quickly another message came back ‘Actually your bed.’

Then one more ‘Usual rules apply.’

And that was it. She didn’t look at me, but I looked at him he was now grinning. I should have gotten up and punched him in the face. However Emily beat me to it, in getting up that is.

She stood up and smoothed down her dress. She picked up the money and put out her hand to him. He stood but didn’t take her hand. He looked at me and smirked “Lead on.”

And with that Emily walked out of our living room leading hm away. Up the stairs and to our bedroom.

“Dad you can’t be serious.” I looked across our daughter. She looked mad. “Mum is going to...” She couldn’t believe it or say it, neither could I. I was almost shaking.

We then heard him, upstairs “Leave the door open and get me a condom.” he chuckled “That snatch has been very busy, so I’ve heard and I don’t want to catch anything.” another chuckle.

That stabbed my heart, in what he was saying, the fact that he was right and that Claire was hearing this. “Claire, why don’t you go out.” I quickly offered to her then added “We could both go out.” that was a very good idea. However neither of us moved.

We could hear movement upstairs then “Get your tits out, I wanna see’m.” and a few moments later “Jesus Christ they are way bigger than I thought. They’re fucking massive.”

We then heard Emily mumble something to him, she was quiet, but it sounded like maybe she was teasing him.

Then Claire surprised me “Turn the TV down dad.” I didn’t.

She repeated “Turn the TV down dad.” I didn’t.

She just got up and snatched the remote from me and turned the TV clean off and quickly sat back down in her seat. Now I had nothing to occupy my thoughts, it was just the sounds going on upstairs and whatever imagery my mind built from that. Great.

Why did Claire want to hear this happening to her mother. Was she enjoying the torment on me, or did she have some weird kink. Maybe she just couldn’t believe it.

“God darn I’ve got to get me a picture of those milkers” I wanted to hear Emily telling him no. However I now knew what ‘Usual rules applies’ means. Casba was a true believer in the ‘Customer is always right’ and ‘Whatever they want, whatever’ were kinda his motos.

“Hold them up, yes like that. Jeesuz” I could almost see the images on his mobile. Who would see them next, where would they be shared? This was spiralling, again.

We then hear Emily clear as a bell, for the first time since this started “I’m glad you like my tits honey. They’re not too much for you are they?”

He then sounded like a little boy with a new toy “I’ve never seen ones this big.” some movement noises “They’re spectacular, and you’re not fat.” I almost laughed at that one, knowing what he was talking about. Big tits usually come with big bellies, not in this case. I think I was proud.

Some sounds that could have been kissing or something I dunno, then “You like the look of it?” was his cock out?

“God yes, it looks huge. I’m going to enjoy this a lot. I love a long” she slowed down at this bit “hard, veiny” even slower “cut cock. They taste the best.” and we heard her slerping. She was in whore mode now, pleasing the client. She knew what to say. “God your cock is soo fat.” more slerping, louder now “and it’s getting longer ummm.” followed by “Ohhh you’re going to stretch me nicely.” more licking, sucking sounds “I can’t wait for you to fill me up honey, I’m going to enjoy this.” She really knew how to please her client.

We then heard him again “You know your husband and daughter can hear you?”

“Yes” was all she replied through sucking him.

“You are one nasty whore.” he chucked “and great at giving head ummmmm.” More slerping “You give head often in your line of work?”

“No not often.” Emily sounded excited.

“Why?”

“They usually just want to fuck my cunt.” I heard Claire gasp. This was probably the first time ever that she’d hear her mum say the word cunt. Then Emily continued “Even for a whore, I’m told my cunt is special.” Claire gasped again.

“Good, then get me safe and let me fuck you.”

We heard what I guess was the condom being applied. Then movement as I guess they moved to the bed. Then the whore, my wife asked him “How do you want me sir?” Sir, sir, SIR, for fucks sake, this kid was about to fuck my wife, in my house, in my bed, and she was calling him sir.

“Get on your hand and knees. I want to see those jugs swaying. I want to grab those fat hips. I’m going to ride you hard and deep Mrs Hammer.” firstly they weren’t fat hips, secondly him calling her Mrs Hammer, jeesuz.

We heard some movement, then a loud slap. I guess he slapped my wifes ass. Emily then asked him “Go easy honey, you’re very big and I ... arrrgggggg” she screamed. Clearly he didn’t go slow.

“Ooh that is a tight pussy. Uggghh” and you heard her moaning with him “Uggggg”.

Then a load of thrusting and moaning. “God your cunt is tight for a whore.”

“It’s because you’re soo big and thick. Oooohhhhh” she replied moaning with him. “I love your huge cock inside me.”

This went on for a few minutes. Yes the boy, a friend of our daughters was, from the sounds of it balls deep in my wife. My wife that he’d just paid to fuck. My wife that was upstairs in my bed servicing him and enjoying it from the sounds of things.

“Gawwwdd I would love to feel you gripping me raw.” he moaned through a thrust.

“Oohh I’d love that also. Feel your skin directly against my cunt walls. Ugghhhh”