Isn't it strange how many of your so called friends disappear or avoid you if you fall on hard times and can no longer afford the life style you once had. Most of our circle carried on as if we no longer existed when the company my husband held a senior position in went bust. Alan's BMW went with the job, my almost new Mini Cooper had to be sold and replaced with a 5 year old Ford Fiesta. We had some savings to tide us over for a few months. Other than that our only income was from my job which until then I did just for pin money and had paid towards holidays and my social life I was lucky having friends from work and outside Alan's circle. My boss gave me some extra hours. In fact he was the first guy I had sex with in exchange for help or a favour. He'd been trying to get into my knickers for ages. He said at first that he couldn't give me more hours. I considered my options over night, went to see him again the next morning and asked him to reconsider. A short skirt, no panties, perched on the edge of his desk, legs parted did the trick. I let him finger me, a promise of a blow job after work and an occasional shag and I got what I wanted. With help from our parents we kept the roof over our head while we tried to sell the house. I'd always dealt with the household finances and Alan just left the household budgeting to me. What he was unaware of was that his brother James was also helping. I'd told him how dire our situation was and came to an agreement, in exchange for his monetary assistance, I would give him a blow job or let him fuck me once or twice a week. No real hardship, James is 10 years younger than my husband, thirty three years old the same as me. We went out together for several months, a year or two before I started going out with Alan so it wasn't as if he hadn't fucked me before. By watching every penny, buying from the cheaper supermarkets we managed to exist, provided we got no unexpected bills. James runs his own business, importing and exporting and has interests in a pub and club plus one or two other things and had loads of contacts. He seemed to know someone or a mate of a mate who owed him a favour and could sort most things. He could probably have helped fix Alan up with something but they didn't get on that well and he refused to ask him. A few months later, something went wrong with the washing machine, the new part wasn't to expensive, getting it fitted was. I waited until I saw James and after he'd fucked me asked if he could help. He had a mate who could get the part at cost and fix it. “I'll pay for the part you can pay for fitting it” he told me. I said I didn't have the money. “Don't worry he'll do it for a blow job” was his solution. I needed the washing machine and agreed, probably with less reluctance than he expected. Alan had an appointment at the jobcentre two days later and that’s when I arranged for the machine to be fixed. Two of them turned up an older guy in his forties and a younger lad of about nineteen. It took less than a hour to repair, the older guy asked if I had anything that needed washing to test it. I had plenty, but instead I slowly undressed in front of them, handing them each item of clothing as I removed it until I was standing in front of them naked, rubbing my pussy suggestively. Alan had been off sex for weeks and I was feeling horny despite my sessions with his brother. “How do you want paying? I can give you both blow jobs, or I can suck one of you off while the other fucks me” they chose the latter. I crouched down and unzipped them both, wanking and sucking their cocks. When they were both ready I stood up, bent over with my legs apart and while the older one fucked me I sucked off the younger lad. It was all over in about 5 minutes unfortunately, but I got a mouthful of yummy spunk and I came just before taking a load of spunk in my pussy. I was showered, dressed and watching TV when Alan returned home. Of course James had heard all about what I'd done, including my willingness to strip and play with myself without being asked and volunteering to be spit-roasted by them. They were more than satisfied with my payment and if I had any more problems that needed fixing to let him know. I told him I wished I'd discovered this method of paying sooner. I didn't need to offer sex in payment for services provided for another 2 or 3 months. The next time was when there was a problem with the car, overheating and leaking water, overdue a service and needing flushing and a new pump or something. James arranged with a garage owner for me to take the car in after they'd closed one evening. I told Alan I was going to visit a friend which wasn't unusual. I pulled into the yard at about 6.30. The office was closed but one of the shutter doors was open, a guy in his fifties waiting outside. I pulled up next to him, lowered the window to speak to him. “Hi, I'm Samantha. I'm here to get serviced and have my pipes flushed” I grinned. He laughed and promised that I'd get a thorough service and they had the equipment to probe and flush even the tightest holes, explaining that it may have to be repeated at least three times. I looked in the workshop. Two mechanics waiting, one only looked seventeen or eighteen, the other early twenties. He told me to drive the car into the workshop next to the ramp. I stopped it there, opened the door swung my legs out, my short dress rode up. I parted my legs a little as I got out, ensuring they got a good view of my stocking legs and suspenders, revealing I wasn't wearing panties, letting them glimpse my smoothly shaved pussy, to prove I intended to keep my side of the bargain. There was nowhere to sit other than a couple of filthy chairs and everywhere was oil and dirt. I didn't want to get my mini dress dirty and asked if they minded me taking it off. None objected, so I unzipped the back, shrugged it off my shoulders, lowered it uncovering my32c tits, then holding it, carefully stepped out of it and put it on the passenger seat. They'd got the bonnet up, looking at something, then looking at me as I wondered around naked. I went over to see what the problem was with the car, leaning forward to look. Knowing the older guy was behind me I parted my legs exposing my cunt to him. I asked if they'd found the leak. The old guy crouched down, looking at my pussy, then pushed a couple of oily fingers into my cunt. “There's definitely some leakage here. This needs urgent attention” he told me “Can you fix it?” I asked giggling. “It's an urgent job. It'll probably take all three of us to rectify” he suggested with a filthy grin “The sooner you start the sooner you'll have a satisfied customer” I replied, looking around for somewhere to fuck. There weren't many choices, the dirty chairs, the dirtier floor, outside in the car park. I decided I'd think about it while I sucked his cock. He unfastened his overalls, I pulled them down to his waist, undid his trousers and got his cock out. Not the largest I'd ever had but a good 8 inches, already getting hard. Squatting in front of him, I stroked his cock, got him fully erect before taken the glans between my lips and slowly sucking him into my mouth. Holding his shaft I wanked him, sucking more of his length into my mouth, whilst using my other hand to finger myself. A couple of minutes of frigging my cunt and sucking his cock and I no longer cared where we fucked. The chair was closest so I stood, bent over it, reaching between my legs to grab his cock. I guided it to my pussy, pushed back as soon as I felt it touch my pussy. He entered my soaking hole, eased his length up me and fucked me over the chair. His hands were everywhere, one moment holding my tits, squeezing them, pinching my nipples. The next moment a hand between my legs, rubbing my clitty, then spreading my buttocks, pushing a wetted finger into my anus and up my arse. He fucked me hard and fast, pulling out at the last moment, just as I was about to cum. I brought myself to climax with my fingers, whilst he wanked his cock and shot several loads of spunk over my bum and up my back. When I stood I could feel his spunk running down my back, but found some paper towels and wiped most of it off. My tits had oily hand prints smeared on them, between my legs, around my cunt was the same and imagine my back and bum were no cleaner. I sat in one of the chairs, I could hardly get any dirtier. I may not have been able to get any dirtier, but I could behave much dirtier. While they worked on the car, I sat with a leg over the arm of the chair, legs open, playing with my pussy. The youngest lad spent more time watching me than working and in the end the boss told him to fuck me, then get back to work. The front of his overalls was bulging nicely as he hurried towards me, pulling the top open. He only had shorts on underneath, pushed them down, his cock popping out as he reached me. He asked me to suck his cock. I began to suck him, continuing to finger myself. He began to thrust his hips, trying to fuck my mouth. I stopped sucking, to ask if he wanted to fuck me or wanted me to suck him off and let him cum in my mouth. He chose to cum in my mouth. I wrapped my hand around his shaft, tossing him off and sucking his prick into my mouth. He rested his hands on my shoulders, attempting to shove his cock in my mouth. I kept control, taking over half his length, sucking him harder, using my tongue, bobbing my head up and down. Two or three minutes of that was all he could stand. I heard him groan, felt him jerking, his cock pumping, flooding my mouth with his tasty young spunk which I greedily gulped down. I sucked him dry before releasing his cock, and sending him to finish my car. Where his hands had been more oil and dirt on my body. A warm evening, I was perspiring and went outside to cool down. I walked alongside the building then as far as the gates, standing to one side completely naked. Watching cars driving passed only a few yards away I was tempted to go out of the yard and stand by the road out in the open. I resisted or didn't have the nerve and after about 20 minutes went back inside. Between them they'd more or less finished. The boss gave the third guy the nod to fuck me. I told him to sit in the chair and got his cock out. Being on top, riding a cock is probably my favourite position, closely followed by doggy. He stroked his erection, holding it steady while I climbed on top, positioning my pussy above his cock. I lowered myself onto him, rubbing the tip of his prick along my gash, before sinking lower taking it into my hole and riding him. I hung onto his neck, he had his hands on my thighs and I started to move on him, cock deep inside, rubbing my clit against his pubis. I felt the first signs of a building orgasm and began to ride him harder, bouncing on his cock, as he thrust into me. I started writhing on his hardness, he gripped me around the waist to prevent me falling off as I fucked him frenziedly. I rode him harder, he rammed his cock up me forcefully in return. I could feel my cunt muscles contract, rippling along his shaft, a warm flush spreading out from my cunt as I orgasmed with a loud appreciative moan. He pistoned his cock in and out of me rapidly 10 or more times, grunting each time until with a final hard thrust he ejaculated heavily, two or three times deep inside me. I sat slumped on top of him, his prick still inside me, breathing heavily after such a good hard fuck, until I felt him soften and I climbed off. A hard fuck with a bit of Rough had been just what I'd needed. What I also needed was a shower. I was smeared with oil, grease, and dirt. I could still feel spunk on my back, there was some on my hair where the young guys cock had dribbled cum when he withdrew his cock from my mouth. Copious amounts of spunk were running from my cunt down my legs, mixing with the dirt, and streaking my stockings. The only facilities was a wash basin in the toilets. Useless for what I needed. I couldn't put my clothes on they'd get filthy, I couldn't go home as I was, my husband would see me. In the end I phoned James, told him my predicament and he told me to go to his house to shower. I still couldn't dress though or get in the car without dirtying the seats. They gave me some plastic seat protectors which solved that problem. I asked if they had any spare overalls. They said they hadn't (they had I discovered some days later). In the end I drove the 5 miles, including through the town centre to James house. Surprisingly nobody seemed to notice I was naked, or saw me standing outside James' house ringing the bell, waiting for him to answer shortly before 10pm. It was probably only 30 seconds before the front door was answered. Not by James. but by one of several friends who he'd omitted to mention were having a few drinks with him. Of course he'd set me up, but by then it was obvious I was prepared to exchange sex for things I needed. He knew what I needed and wanted most was money, one thing he and his mates didn't seem to be short of. Which seems like a good place to stop.