Whores in the North with the sexy Sandra xxx

After mentioning in my last story of my reminiscences of visiting the Middlesbrough red light area, with Sandra, I thought I’d better elaborate a bit more.

During our time in Newcastle we probably went down to the red light area in Middlesbrough, certainly more than a dozen times, probably more like twenty times, mostly on a Wednesday or Thursday night and only, really during the summer months. Sandra was very aware of my penchant for prostitutes, either just looking at them or using them, as long as I used a rubber and had accompanied me, in the past, to the red light areas of Bristol and the Chapeltown area of Leeds. I did go, a couple of times, on my own but mostly it was with Sandra.

We’d found that it wasn’t worth getting there before about nine or ten o’clock at night and also that if we hadn’t picked one up by about ten thirty or eleven, then we’d be struggling. We both agreed that the women and girls plying their trade down in Middlesbrough weren’t a patch on the Leeds and Bristol whores but the needs must. I can’t remember any road or street names or such but I do recall that it was a large trading estate area somewhere near the river, but I’m not sure.

We’d cruise around for a bit, seeing what girls were around, Sandra getting my cock out and wanking me, as soon as we saw something tasty. Sandra very rarely wore knickers, even at work and certainly not on these trips, so I was able to finger her, always, wet cunt as we pursed the action.

Some nights we did struggle to find any girls worth using or even wanking over but that was very very rare. Most of the prostitutes were older women, some even older than Sandra and those were the ones we’d use for a blow job. Mostly I’d get in the back with the prostitute to do it but sometimes she’d get in the front seat and Sandra would slip into the back seat to watch. On a good night Sandra would have got me rock hard before we picked one up so I usually didn’t last that long, before she had a mouthful of my spunk. There were some real slags down there but, in the main, we’d usually be able to pick up quite a nice one. We did use one whore, in particular, a couple of times for blow jobs and the odd fuck and we actually became quite friendly with her.

The area was usually deserted, apart from the other punters and the working girls, who used the works units car parks for business. Sandra was very good at spotting the sort of women and girls I liked, either by the whory clothes they were wearing, age or their figures, as I liked them young and quite skinny. The universal ‘uniform’ of the girls, in the main, consisted on very short skirts or dresses or very tight jeans or slacks and, hopefully, a nice pair of heels or boots. I did hanker for the girls in the Chapletown area, who dressed far more whorerer than those in Middlesbrough and age too, as they did seem younger down there.

If you saw a good one, we’d have to be quick, as punters cars seemed to appear from nowhere to snap them up. I suppose, seven or eight times out of ten, it would be a blow job but we did sometimes get lucky and get a nice younger one and if she looked hot and Sandra gave me the nod, I’d go for the fuck. I remember one night where I’d spotted one, at the same time as Sandra spotted another one and we were torn for choice. I think I went for the one Sandra spotted which turned out to be an excellent choice. Very tarty looking, young, in her late teens or early twenties I’d say and tall and skinny. Dusky, if I’m allowed to say that, very very pretty and wearing a very short red pvc skirt, a black skin tight tee shirt showing off her pert tits and bare long oiled legs topped off with a pair of white high heels ankle boots. We’d pulled up to her a bit quick and Sandra was still wanking my cock when she poked her head through the window. She might have been young but she was definitely street wise and took the scenario aboard pretty quickly, suggesting that for the ‘two’ of us it would be fifty for full sex. That was treble what we normally payed for a blow job but money wasn’t a problem so she slipped into the back seat. We didn’t, as a rule, chat to the women or girls we picked up but with this one we did chat a bit. She was from Glasgow and her name was Janet or Jackie, I can’t remember now. She directed us to pull in, almost immediately, into a dark secluded car park where we sat for a minute or so, making sure it was quiet and nobody was around. She asked if I or we had any particular ‘ kinks’, as she put it and did I want to fuck her in the car or outside to which Sandra and I replied, in unison, outside. I’d fucked four or five of the girls, on previous visits and on those occasions Sandra had either stayed in the car while I fucked the whore outside or stayed in the front seat, watching and fingering herself and me fucking the whore in the back.

All three of us got out the car and Sandra undid my trousers, dropping them to my ankles and Janet? took off her knickers. We didn’t realise, once we got out of the car, just how tall she was and she had to really open her legs and lean back on the bonnet of the car to get her cunt anywhere near the height of my cock. Sandra went down on me, getting me nice and hard, well a bit harder I suppose, because I couldn’t wait to get up her cunt but before I could, Sandra rolled a rubber onto my cock. Memories fade, I suppose, but she was definitely one of the best looking prostitutes I’d fucked and her cunt came up to the mark too, deep, hot and lovely and moist. She smelt nice too, which not all of them did! Sandra had, sort of rules, and a few of them were that I wasn’t allowed to kiss them, go down on them and Sandra always had to clean me up, orally, immediately I’d finished fucking any woman or girl, if she was with me especially whores.

She was a great fuck, not rushing me like prostitutes sometimes do, and I really enjoyed her and she even had a nice shaky orgasm even if, I suspect, it might have been faked. Sandra had been egging me on too, encouraging me and caressing my pearls as I drove into her cunt. I must confess that, I think, that night I lasted a lot longer than I normally would have done fucking such a good looking whore and when I did eventually cum, I was all over the show, and I just knew that I’d emptied a good load into her, well into my rubber at least. No sooner had I pulled my cock out of her when Sandra was bent down on me, pulling off the rubber and cleaning up my still spurting cock of cum with her mouth. Janet? afterwards, actually thanked the pair of us!!! Never had that before or since.

I think the pair of us used to look forward to our little trips down the A19 to Middlesbrough, well I certainly did and although we both wished that Leeds had been nearer as the prostitutes down there were far superior in every way. There were bonuses with the Teesside whores however, as, in general, they were about fifty percent cheaper than the Leeds ones but then only about as half as sexy. Another plus was that they seemed more up for something different, if you fancied it, and, whereas in Leeds it was all about ‘straight’ fucking, they used to think we were a bit odd just wanting a blow job. Variety too played a part too. Because the older women were so much cheaper, we’d often pick two up and I’d have a blow job ‘sandwich’ in the back, once even Sandra joined in, sharing my cock with another woman. Sandra wasn’t completely left out of, it as two or three times she’d pick a girl, usually a youngish one and they’d play with each other in the back, sometimes with a couple of Sandras rather large dildos, she’d brought with her, while I wanked myself, watching them do it.

I can’t, thinking back, remember any really bad experiences down there, a couple of smelly ones, I did fuck one once who was on her periods and there was one or two odd ones but it was mostly a great experience and fun time for both of us. Always had a great fuck too, back at our hotel in Newcastle, when we got back talking it all through again xx