The morning sun streaming through the window woke Sam up, she had not slept all that well, she tossed and turned most of the night, dreaming of the workman that had fucked and used her the previous evening. She hoped it was all just a bad dream and tried to put it out of her mind, as she got out of bed and put on a knee length blue satin robe. Entering the bathroom it all came flooding back the moment when she entered, it hadn't been a dream, it had been real. Sam wanted to get a shower but there was no water, the workman had turned it off. She had tried her best to wipe herself down with a towel the previous evening. Her legs and pubic hair were still encrusted with the remnants of his discharge. She realised that there was little point in trying to clean herself up as she remembered the agreement she made with him the previous evening and his parting words. She nearly leapt out of her skin when the doorbell rang. She left the bathroom and went and opened the door and it was him, The workman, without uttering a word he just walked in and closed the door. Looking at Sam, "Just got up?" he asked, Samantha just nodded. "Go, get dressed and I'll be done shortly, then we can conclude our business arrangement, cant we," he said reaching out and quickly patting Samantha on her cunt. "Yes," Sam said, quivering slightly. Samantha knew she was again going to be taking a very big risk. She had stopped taking the pill when Chris had deployed to Iraq. It was wrong what she was going to do. She was going to have to let this old man fuck her bareback again in exchange for doing the repair. She knew it would be useless to try to get him to wear a condom, no matter how much she pleaded with him. It was going to have to be bareback or no repair. Samantha knew that she could get pregnant, hell she might even be pregnant after yesterday, but the danger of it also excited her. She felt her start to cunt moisten at the thought of being used again by him again. She turned and left him to make the repair and went into her bedroom to get dressed. Remembering his parting word to her from last night about how he liked his sluts dressed. She decided on a short black skirt, black nylons stockings, suspender belt and a pair of black lace knickers cut high on the thigh and a matching bra. As she dressed she felt butterflies in her stomach and her heart was pounding. She wasn't sure whether she was scared or excited with what she was going to do not, but continued to finish dressing anyway. Looking at herself in the dressing table mirror, Sam tried to see what the workman would see, did she look slutty enough or demure enough for him. She paced about nervously and after about half an hour he called to her. "I've finished. Where are you?" "Here," she called back faintly, "in the bedroom." She heard his footsteps in the hallway. Her heart was beating faster now. "Where?" he inquired "In here," she repeated. He didn't knock but just walked in. His hands were still dirty from the job he had been doing. His clothes were covered in dirt from this job and other previous jobs. He looked at Samantha, smiled and nodded at her as if giving his approval seal of approval, and said "right, that's my part, now it's your turn." "Aren't you going to wash first?" she asked, taken aback at his dirty state. "Nope, I don't have time," he replied undressing. She could see his cock was already hard and erect, pushing out against his work trousers in anticipation of fucking her. "Well I'm waiting for my payment," he said in a low gruff voice, "Ok," Samantha said meekly, and started undressing in front of him, she took of her blouse and gently laid it over the back of a nearby chair. He was undressed in seconds. She had only just taken off her bra and she still had on her skirt and knickers. As she was about to remove her skirt, he walked towards her saying, "come on you slut, don't fuck about, times a wasting." He grabbed her and spun her around, and forced her forward towards the bed. "Fucking kneel on there," he said. As she did so, she felt his hands lift her skirt and throw it up onto her back. this revealed her skimpy black lace knickers and also her black stocking clad legs to his gaze. "Nice, just how what I like my whores," he said, running his hands over her ass, he slid one hand between her stocking clad thighs and onto her panty covered cunt. His hand cupped her pussy lips and his middle finger pressed against her clit. Samantha let out a small groan as she felt his finger nudge her clit. Samantha knew he would feel her damp cunt and know that he would know she was his for the taking. The workman smiled, "Your cunts wet, you little slut. I bet you've been wanting this since last night, wanting this old man's cock again, eh slut?" Samantha moaned at his words, It was true, she was wanting it, she didn't care if he was old enough to be her father all she wanted was to feel like a women again, a real woman. Last night had been the first time for six months since she had been fucked, her plastic toys didn't count. He moved his hand back over her ass and started tugging at her thin lace panties, she felt them being pulled tight against her wet mound and start to slid over her ass. He Suddenly pulled harder and there was a tearing sound as the thin material gave way under his pulling. As her panties were ripped of her, Sam let out a small cry as he tossed her torn knickers onto the bed next to her, his calloused hands then roughly grabbed her hips. "Open that cunt for me bitch!" he demanded. "I wanna see my payment." Samantha reached back between her legs and slipped her fingers between her wet cunt lips, she used her finger to spread them open for him, allowing him to view her most intimate parts. She felt like she was opening herself for his inspection, presenting herself for the fucking that she knew was to come. Samantha shivered when she felt his breath on her open and displayed cunt, glancing over her shoulder she saw that his face was only inches from her pussy, she heard him say, "Looks nice and wet, just like a good little whore should be." Samantha let out a barely audible groan as he said this, knowing that it was true, she was a whore, she had been one since he had fucked her yesterday afternoon. She saw him straighten up and then felt, the head of his hard cock poking between her cunt lips, searching for its target, her hole. He moved his cock till it was just at the entrance to her cunt and he paused for a second or two. "Does my little whore want Daddy's cock?" he said, then his hands were on her hips, before she could even say anything. He just suddenly rammed his cock hard in her, not caring if she was ready or even if he hurt her in the process, he just wanted her hot cunt. Samantha let out a loud squeal as she felt the pain of his cock slamming hard into her, stretching her tight cunt once again to fit his cock. Almost at once her cunt juices began to flow even more, his body slammed hard into her ass with each thrust, his thick cock pounding her cunt. Each stroke was forcing her to rock back and forth. Her cunt was wet now, really wet and every stroke of his cock in her produced a wet squelching sound, that filled her bedroom. His fingers dug hard into her flesh, pulling her back forcefully on his cock every time he thrust forward into her. Sam knew that this was going to leave bruises on her hips, like he was marking his property, but she didn't care, she was a whore now. "That's it bitch, fucking give it to Daddy," he snarled. Waves of excitement flooded through her, this wasn't love, this was pure unadulterated fucking. Her hair thrashed around as her body was rocked back and forth. He reached round and grasped her pert tits tightly. His fingers pinching down on her nipples causing her to let out moan. "Fucking like that do you?" he said. "You're a dirty little bitch aren't you? I'm taking your cunt. I'm fucking having you. I've made you into my fucking whore... What are you?" he demanded. She tried to reply but found it difficult with her whole body rocking and between her snatches of breath. "What are you?" he asked again, this time pinching her nipples really hard, till they were nearly flat between his fingers. "Your... your..." she stuttered, "Your f-fucking whore..." Saying the words only seemed to excite her even more. She felt beautiful yet somehow dirty at the same time. She felt a slut yet a beautiful woman. Waves of electricity flowed through her. She felt as though her brain was ready to explode from all the stimulation is was receiving from her body. Her cunt lips glowed. Her nipples were hard and erect from the abuse they were getting. Samantha knew she was very close to cumming, and yelled at him, "That's it you bastard, fuck me harder! Give it to me!" After two or three more thrusts she could control it no more. She screamed loudly and stiffened. Loudly enough for anyone outside her window could hear, as she orgasmed he still her pounded into her cunt, not letting up on her for even a second. Samantha couldn't believe what was happening to her as One, then a second and finally a third orgasm hit her like a tidal wave. Subconsciously she reached between her legs and cupped his large plumb sized balls, she started massage and squeezed them trying to make them give up their gift. "Fucking hell bitch!" he yelled out, at the unexpected stimulus Samantha was giving him, It sent him off on his own powerful orgasm. His fingers gripped her even tighter sinking deeper into the flesh of her tits. She could feel them like needles poked into them. He suddenly pulled her hard backwards, jamming his cock right up to the very top of her cunt, and went rigid. She could feel his cock kicking like a mule inside of her and she knew he was unloading his seed into her, she counted at least four very strong pulses from his cock. His seed was again being deposited right at the entrance to her unprotected womb. Samantha could feel the heat of his seed as it spurted into her only this time it felt different, deeper somehow, as if it was being placed just below her belly button. She knew he wasn't going to stop until he put every last drop he could in her, but she didn't care at that moment, she felt wonderful, sexy and very, very satisfied. "That's it you whore, drain my balls, milk my cock," he demanded. Samantha continued to massage his balls as she slowly pushed herself back onto him several times milking his cock of the final drops of seed, before holding herself tight to him and onto his cock and leaving it fully embedded in her quivering body. After a minute or two, the workman pushed Samantha forward and his now semi deflated cock slipped out of her well used full cunt. He stepped away from her breathing heavily after the hard fast fucking he had given her. Samantha was shattered after the fucking she had just received from this old man, she didn't have the strength to stand so she just flopped over and lay sprawled on the bed, her stocking encased legs spread wide showing her cum filled cunt to the workman. Unconsciously showing him his conquest of her and wanting more. Samantha, moved one of her hands down and started caressing her cunt, slowly rubbing his cum, over her cunt lips and clit. "What now?" she whispered in a low husky voice. Turning round to her, "What do you mean? what now?" he replied. "Where do we go from here, will I see you again?" she enquired. "Go? We go nowhere lady," was his reply, "I've done the job you wanted done and you've given me what was owed." Samantha became angry at this and snapped at him, "Didn't fucking me mean anything to you? You came in me. I told you it wasn't safe?" He looked down at her and calmly said, "No, not really. You sluts never learn, I don't care if it's safe or not, that's your problem, not mine." with that he continued to finish dressing. Samantha, shouted at him, "Get out! Get out of my house you fucking bastard." The workman laughed at her, turned and walked out of her bedroom. Samantha heard the front door close as she lay on the bed. Now she really DID feel used. Now she felt like a whore. Not his whore but any whore. Like any common or garden slut, as she started to weep. "Bastard!" she thought, even though she cursed him, she knew that she had agreed to his terms. Samantha stripped off and went into the bathroom to get showered, she wanted to wash his odor off herself and to try to get rid of his cum that was leaking out of her cunt. After a good 10 minutes or so of intensive showering, she stepped out and looked at herself in the mirror. She could see that her tits were starting to display finger marks, bruises were starting to form where the old workman had squeezed them hard. She moved her hands over her tits but they were still very tender from his mauling of them, she then slid them down over her stomach, pausing for a few seconds, her subconscious mind was telling her that she could very well be pregnant with his bastard child. Moving further down she could see how much her cunt lips had distended from the hard fucking earlier, and more bruises on her hips. Samantha realized that he didn't even know her name, he had never asked her what her name was or that she had even given it to him, but she had given her body. Deep down she knew that she was just an object to him, a means to an end, a quick fuck and she started to cry. For the rest of the day she felt angry and used. Angry and used and yet her orgasms had been more intense than any she had ever known. Never before had she climaxed three times in a row when having sex. She was sure that had he been in her longer, fucked her longer she would have climaxed even more. Was it because he was old, or that she had been used as an object but whatever the reason, Samantha had never had sex like that before in her entire life. That night lying in her bed she couldn't sleep, she was thinking about the other women he must have taken in the same way. Others who he had used, and maybe gotten pregnant. How many other, 20, 30 or more, she had no way of knowing, all she did know that she was now one of them. "Bastard!" she thought again. Then her mind turned to the woman over the road. So many times his vehicle was parked outside. So many times he had done repairs to her place. How many times had he fucked her? was it every time he did a repair for her. Yet she still seemed to find more work for him. More reasons to open her legs for him, to let him fuck her. "Bitch!" she thought. With all these thoughts going round and round in her head, Samantha soon fell asleep, dreaming of him, her cunt still slowly leaking the deeply bedded cum in her womb.