The Smell of Others
But, do you know what was the worst thing?
     The smell. Or, rather, They Smelt. Which, although it now seems so gross – well, it is, at any time – you have to put into some kind of context. That's something a number of guys have thrown back at me over the years – my need for context. But look at it: these guys weren't out on dates, they weren't out to impress anyone – though I do know that there was sometimes a bit of 'mine's bigger than yours' – they were out to get laid: oral, anal, vaginal, even getting tugged off – that was all it was for them. None of the worries and anxieties of a first date, or a blind date for them: checking their fingernails, teeth brushed, mouth washed, a shower or bath and cock and balls well washed in case, clothes clean, spotless, ironed – none of that. Most of them had come more or less straight from work, or the pub. They were there for one reason only: to fuck.
     And we were there for one reason only: for them to fuck. Regardless.
    
     I never turned one of them down, no matter how scruffy, with dirty work-clothes, mucky boots, grimy hands and nails, greasy hair. I was open for business and my business was getting fucked by them. For Free!!!
     And I was young, and inexperienced (well, relatively) and pretty. And though I won't say they flocked to me, although as I was new I was additionally attractive to the regulars, and the Milfs understood that and didn't object. They really were friendly and kind and supportive – and that's something you sense and just know, without trying to read the signals. No, they were good women   and never changed over the time I spent in their company – because this became a regular feature of my life with Martin.                                  
     Oh, and it wasn't just me getting fucked. No, he got his end away too. I mean, what's the point of going Digging and not fucking a few of the available talent? That would be just plain stupid.
     So while I was getting filled up – and it's one of the benefits of being female that we can have cock, after cock, after cock, after cock, while guys can usually only manage one shag, maybe two, or very rarely three, tops – Martin was making the most of whoever was there.
     But I was the youngest girl, there were another couple of teenagers who were 18 or 19, but most of the women were in their thirties, forties and even fifties. And they had their own clientèle. I know that's not the right word, but customers, punters, johns, the kinds of names working girls apply to their men, aren't right either and I don't really know what else to call them.
     So I tugged and sucked and shagged a whole load of guys, and most just had me once, and those who repeated after a break just wanted a repeat of wherever they had got before. So it seemed to me that each guy had a preference for a hand-job, or a blow-job, or a bum-fuck, or my See You Next Tuesday and wasn't looking to try out different ways. Which was very different for the Men I'd been with before, who may each have had a preference, but all wanted to fuck me every way they could. But not that I was complaining – I got more than I'd expected, when Martin drove me into this quite unexpected Club. And I just knew that he would nring me back here again.
     So when the numbers began to drop as people – mainly the men and the Milfs who had kids and hubbies to see to – got in their cars and drove off, Martin and I did the same. And when we got back to the cottage he surprised me by fucking me on the floor of the living room before I'd a chance to shower and sliuce myself on the bidet! It was as if he wanted to get right in there where all the other guys had already been and when, after he'd cum his load, he shimmied down between my legs and licked and sucked at me I was really surprised – shocked even – at the thought of him drinking and swallowing the cum from all those guys who'd already been there. It was another aspect of Martin that I'd never seen before and just went to show how we never truly know another person and can learn something new about them every day.