It was Nine O'Clock on a wet, Belfast Autumn evening when Brenda drove into Pilot Street. She parked close to the Rotterdam Bar and rushed inside to avoid the rain.

Chris, the bar owner was collecting the five-pound cover charge at the door. As Brenda approached, he looked the other way and she walked past without having to pay.

The bar was almost full and the band was about to start up. Brenda bought a pint of lager and sat down at a table beside two bikers called Cecil and Strober.

Cecil asked, "Is that a skirt or a wide belt?"

Brenda just smiled and sipped her drink. She knew that Cecil would have to make a sarcastic comment. He was the King of sarcasm.

Strober started telling Brenda about his latest bike project. She wasn't really listening, but nodded her head occasionally as if she was interested. The bar was full of regulars. Brenda knew all of them apart from a group of four men who were sitting at a table beside the open fireplace. They were speaking Dutch and Brenda assumed that they were seamen from one of the boats which was being unloaded in the nearby docks.

Cecil handed Brenda a twenty-pound note, clicked his fingers and pointed at the bar. She got up and went off to order a round of drinks. As she was waiting for service, she noticed that one of the Dutch seamen was having a conversation with Cecil. The big Dutch man seemed to be pointing in her direction as he spoke to Cecil and she assumed that they were discussing drinks or the price of them.

Brenda returned to her table and handed the drinks to Cecil and Strober.

Cecil had a strange smirk on his face."Ralph over there thought I was your pimp," he told Brenda.

Brenda never took anything that Cecil told her seriously, but Strober assured her that Cecil was on the level.

"How much did you try to sell me for?" asked Brenda.

Cecil told her that he hadn't negotiated a price, but if she was up for it, he'd try to arrange something. Brenda took a look at the Dutch guy. He was tall and good-looking, with blond hair and she found him quite attractive.

"Tell him that he can fuck me for a hundred quid and if he's up for it, take him around the back and tell him to wait at the fire escape, but bring me the money first.”

Cecil went off to speak to Ralph and then they both went outside. A few minutes later Cecil came back and handed some banknotes to Brenda. She counted the money and walked outside without saying anything. She made her way to her car to collect some condoms.

Then she made her way to the fire escape behind the Rotterdam Bar, where the Dutchman was waiting. Brenda sat on one of the steps of the fire escape and Ralph approached her. Without speaking, he unzipped his jeans and pulled them down to his knees. Brenda reached out and wrapped the fingers of her right hand firmly around his shaft.

Ralph's cock was already firm to the touch and Brenda was pleased that he was freshly shaved. She so hated a hairy cock between her lips. After giving Ralph's cock a few wanks, Brenda took it between her lips, flicking it with her tongue as she did so. It felt slippery on her tongue and she could taste his pre cum.

Brenda then went down hard and took Ralph's cock in her throat. Ralph responded by holding her head down on him in an attempt to make her gag, but Brenda never gagged on cock. She'd had lots of practice at deep-throating cocks and had overcome the gag reflex when she was a teenager.

Instead of gagging, Brenda swallowed hard a few times, which made Ralph gasp loudly. He eventually stopped holding her head down and she continued bobbing up and down on his rigid cock, which was now very stiff and just about to cum.

Ralph withdrew his cock from between her lips and said, "I fook now.”

Brenda stood up and Ralph turned her around. She leaned forward slightly and reached round to pull the string of her thong to one side. She handed the condom to Ralph and he rolled it onto his cock.

Brenda's skirt was so short that Ralph didn't need to lift it any higher. He held her by the hips and thrust forward between her moist pussy lips.

Ralph's cock went deep inside Brenda on the first thrust and then he fucked her as hard and and as deep as he possibly could. Brenda kept saying "Oh yes, oh yes, oh yes,” in an attempt to keep him hard and make him cum.

His cock felt like an iron bar inside her pussy. Brenda knew by the way that Ralph was gasping that he wouldn't last much longer and she was correct.

Ralph suddenly tensed and pushed even deeper as he shot his warm seed inside the condom. Brenda knew that it was a big load, judging by how hot it felt inside her. She rocked back and forth, gently on Ralph's cock until it softened and she felt it flop out of her vagina.

Brenda then looked the Dutchman in the face, smiled, turned around and walked off in the direction of her car. As she walked off she heard him say.

"Vuile kleine hoer."