Chapter 34: A Night To Remember

I live at number 10 Red Lione Street.

Nastassja and Neo live at number 2 Red Lion Street. Nastassja is 37.

They have known each other since they were ten years old. They were childhood friends and now they are best friends still. Their children have grown up and left home.

Recently Nastassja has had a sexual awakening. All she wants to do is fuck and suck. She has noticed how men look at her differently. She doesn't think she is doing anything obvious but as she walks down the street she knows they look at her giant tits and arse.

Neo is proud of his sexy wife. He takes pictures of her and puts them on the internet. They really exist. The have a website http://www.nastassjaandneo.blogspot.co.uk/

The other day a Neo sent me an email it said, 'I have left a present for you in room number 3 of the Red Lion Hotel. Go there now.'

Red Lion Hotel is at number 34 Red Lion Street. It isn't really a hotel at all. Just a shabby little guest house. It's a doss house for tramps and when I say 'tramps' I mean that in both senses of the word.

I couldn't work out what Neo was up to. I put my shoes on and walked down to the hotel. At the reception was an old crone in her 70s with thinning grey hair and stubble round her chin. Not everyone in Red Lion Street is a hottie.

I said, 'I think I'm expected in Room 3.'

The old crone gave me a key and said, 'Upstairs.' She didn't look at me.

I walked up the creaky stairs. The carpets smelt of damp and dirt. I found Room 3 and unlocked the door.

Inside I found Natassja. She was tied to a chair and blindfolded. I can't honestly say I was surprised.

'Who's that? Who's there?' said Natassja.

Natassja was big around the hips, big around the tits and big around the arse. She was built to fuck and from what I heard, that's what she did mostly. She was wearing a blouse two sizes too small and a tight knee length black skirt.

Her DDD tits were bursting to get free.

She wore red high heeled platform shoes. I'd seen her walking down the street in them. They made her arse wobble.

'Who's there? What's going on? Neo is that you?' said Natassja.

I didn't say anything.

Natassaja had rope tied around her neck which was in turn tied to her hands which were trapped behind her back. Her ankles were tied together too.

'I can't see what's going on?'

Natassja had a red scarf tied around her eyes.

'Neo, is this my surprise? What's going on? Will somebody speak to me?'

Neo had told me before that he wanted his wife to be fucked by another man and he said that Natassja wanted it too.

Natassja tried to wriggle free but couldn't. Neo had tied her up tight. She tried to move her feet but couldn't.

I got closer and looked at her beautiful high heels. I wanted them hooked over both of my shoulders. I wanted to fuck Natassja hard, harder than her husband ever did.

Natassja wore large fish-holed tights. Like sluts do.

I was getting hard. I decided to undo my jeans. It was inevitable really.

I made sure Natassja heard me undoing my belt buckle. I made sure she heard my jeans hit the floor.

My big dick sprang free. Usually it's nine inches erect. In situations like this it grows to ten.

'I know this game,' said Natassja. 'We played it before. You're pretending to be a stranger, right Neo?'

I walked over beside her. There was a note behind her on the bed. I opened it. It said, 'Let's give her a night to remember. Neo.'

I bought my dick close to her face.

'Fuck I can smell you,' said Natassja. I smacked my dick against her face. She tried to catch it in her mouth.

'Fuck,' said Natassja. 'Fucking fuck. I want it.'

I got up on the bed behind her. I pulled her chair back so it was resting on two legs. I straddle her from behind so my crotch was above her face. I tilted her head back. Natassja opened her mouth.

I held my dick and lowered my balls into her waiting mouth.

She took my nuts inside her slutty gob. Natassja teabagged me like a whore wife teabags her husband.

Her mouth was warm, wet and tender. She ran ran her tongue around my clacker bag. It felt perfect.

She sucked on my balls like only real women know how to.

I rose up out of her mouth and then Natassja said, 'You taste different.'

I paused wondering what she would say next.

'Let me rim you.'

I moved forward. I bought my ass down onto her face. I pulled my cheeks apart. Natassja ran her tongue around the rim of my ass-hole. She ran it round ten times and then pushed it inside me.

Another man's wife was tonguing my shit hole. I fucking loved it. I pushed down. Her face was buried inside my crack. I fucking loved it.

She would have eaten me all night if I'd let her.

I got off. I put her chair upright. I put my dick right in front of her face. 

She said, 'Fuck my whore face, right now.' She opened her mouth wide. She had a small little mouth. I wasn't sure she could take all of me. I pushed my meat in between her lips.

Natassja's neck was tied so tight that she couldn't move her head. This made the face fucking even better. She couldn't dictate the pace. I could thrust into her however I pleased. 

She remained perfectly still and I fucked her face as though it were young slut's cunt. 

I looked down at her beautiful, massive fat tits and rammed my full length into her sweet little mouth so my balls slapped against her chin.

Natassja started to choke but I still threw five more thrusts into her before I pulled out and let her grab some air.

Natassja coughed, 'Fucking fuck, you're not Neo! Fucking Jesus Christ! Fucking put it back in. Fuck my face, stranger. Fuck this dirty Wife.'

I pushed myself back in. I fucked her face, hard and brutal. She showed no sign that she didn't want it that way. I decided there and then that I wasn't going to fuck her. I was just going to dump my load on her cheap tits.

I pulled out and Natassja had the same idea. 'Fucking shoot your fucking junk all over me you fucking big dicked cunt.' She said.

Natassja tried to get my dick into her mouth one more time but I didn't let her.

I just got my fist around my meat and started to wank myself hard and fast.

'Ooooh fuck yes, that's it you fucker. Wank yourself. Come on, rub one out. Spray me. Shoot it all over me. I've waited all my married life for another man to use me as a piece of filthy fuck-meat. Dump it on me. I fucking love cum. Drench me. Use me. Fucking ice this cake you shit bag.'

It was her tits. It was those fucking massive tits. They sent my straight over the edge.

I hadn't wanked or fucked in days. It was huge fucking load.

A few globules speckled her face but four huge gushes landed right on her cleavage. A massive spunky load that made her squeal.

'Fucking fuck,' I said.

'Let me see' said Natassja. I pulled her blind fold up.

'It's you,' she said.

'Your husband really loves you,' I said.

'I know,' said Natassja.

I fucking love living on this street.

Chapter 33: The Marriage of Derek and Valerie Sullivan

Valerie lives at number 28 Red Lion Street with her husband Derek.

She is 50 years old. I have known her all my adult life. She always promises to fuck me. She never does.

You can read all of Valerie's stories here.

Valerie told me all about her unusual but loving marriage with Derek. She had been unfaithful with seven different men and Derek knew about every time.

1992

Valerie got married to Derek in 1992. She was 30, he was 50. She married him for his money. He married her for her tits and legs.

They got married at a registry office and Valerie chose a dress that made her look like a dirty seaside postcard.

For the first ten years of their marriage they showed each other respect but rarely love. Derek liked fucking Valerie but his dick was small and he knew that he rarely satisfied her. Several times he paid for prostitutes. Valerie knew this and didn't care.

Valerie on the other hand never fucked around.

2002

After ten years of a loveless marriage Valerie had finally had enough. Whilst on holiday Valerie fucked a young Italian boy on his hotel balcony. He was half her age and had a cock that filled her cunt like she had never been filled before.

The next morning Valerie cried and told Derek what she had done. Derek said he didn't mind and that he had been listening outside the hotel door all along.

Derek asked Valerie to fuck Nico the next night in their own room. He asked if he could watch. He paid Nico money to fuck his wife. Nico thought they were crazy. Valerie got on the bed on all fours and opened her legs wide for her Italian lover. Her husband looked into her eyes as Nico entered her. Valerie told Derek that Nico was bigger and better then he ever was and Derek just sat there wanking himself.

Nico made Valerie orgasm three times before he shot his hot junk inside her. Derek walked over and jerked himself over Valerie's face and hair. Nico told Derek that his wife was a whore and Derek laughed his head off. 

On the plane home Valerie told Derek she loved him and for the first time she meant it.

2003

The next year, after much discussion, Derek and Valerie decided that Valerie should take a lover.

They chose Ron. A mutual friend who had recently been divorced from another of Valerie's friends. Ron and Valerie had a regular, no strings attached, fuck buddy relationship. Ron would usually come around every Wednesday. 

Derek would cook for them both and then go down to the pub. Ron would always fuck Valerie in the arse and never in the cunt. He would always finish in her mouth.

When Derek got home he would kiss her full on the mouth with his tongue and taste dick, come and his wife's anus.

Eventually Valerie told Ron, 'This can't go on if you're never going to fuck my cunt.'

Ron said, 'Let's quit while we're ahead.'

2004

It was two years before Valerie took another lover.

She told Derek about this guy called Tony who always grabbed her arse and told her how much he wanted to fuck her.

Derek said, 'Let him.'

Tony was brute. A loutish thug and not the sort of guy Derek and Valerie would normally invite round their house. Tony turned up in his best shirt and trousers. Valerie dressed up like a cheap actress dressed as a cheap whore in a cheap movie.

Derek said, 'Fuck my wife on our bed and let me watch.'

Tony lay on the bed as Valerie crawled over him in her tight lace dress, stockings and heels.

In less than three minutes Tony's pencil thin dick was shooting baby batter over his best shirt.

It left a big dark stain.

'Shit, I'm sorry,' he said. 'This never usually happens.'

Derek laughed and came on Valerie's stockings anyway.

Valerie was upset that she didn't get boned by this vicious looking idiot. 

They gave Tony another chance and he came back the next week. This time he at least managed to get his skinny dick inside Valerie's snatch but he didn't last long before he popped and Valerie didn't even get to come.

Valerie said to Derek that it shouldn't even count as being unfaithful.

Derek said that it did and that she was a whore and that he loved her.

2006

It was a couple of years before Derek and Val found another lover.

It was Valerie's 44th Birthday and she pleaded with Derek, 'Husband, for my Birthday can you please get me a big, tight, muscly black man with a huge schlong that can fuck me so hard I can barely walk?'

Derek said, 'We're white and middle class. We don't know any black people.'

'For fuck's sake just buy me one!'

And that's what Derek did. He went on the Internet and found some black male prostitutes. He found the one with the biggest dick and paid him £150 to come round on Valerie's Birthday and screw the living daylights out of his wife.

Benjamin become a regular fixture at the Sullivan's house. He would come over every Sunday after Valerie had cooked Derek his Sunday Roast. Benjamin had a long, slender nine inch dick and could last for hours.

He seemed almost bored when he fucked Valerie. He could make her moan and orgasm into the evening and only when she begged him did he let his spunk shoot over her.

Derek would sometimes lick Benjamin's jism out of Valerie's fuck hole afterwards.

After 23 sessions Valerie asked Benjamin, 'What is it you want?'

He said, 'I love it when rich, white housewives make me come with their feet.'

Valerie said, 'Show me how.'

Benjamin took off Valerie's shoes and got her on the bad and clamped her bare feet around his shaft.

He got her feet tight like a cunt and taught her how to jerk him off that way.

Within five minutes Benjamin howled, 'Fucking, fucking, white bitch, fuck, fuck!' as he shot a perfect jet of jizz into the air.

Derek said, 'That was the hottest thing ever!' and five minutes later he was having his own perfect foot wank.

Valerie got bored of Benjamin.

2007

Derek's dick was so short and stubby that it didn't even really do enough for Valerie when it was stuffed in her tight arse-hole.

One morning over breakfast Derek said to Valerie, 'You know my brother Richard has never fucked a woman up the arse and his wife won't let him.'

'Jesus, Derek,' said Valerie. 'Are you saying you want your own brother to fuck me in the anus?'

'I've already asked him. He said yes. His dick is much bigger than mine.'

'Fuck, this is out of control, ' said Valerie. 'Where and when do you want this to happen.'

'Over the bonnet of my car on a hot summer night in a public car park.'

'Make it happen.'

Two weeks later in the middle of July, Valerie put on sheer white stockings with a red seam up the back. She wore a black leather mini skirt and deep red, patent leather heels.

Derek drove Valerie to a car park round the back of a nearby pub.

Derek's brother Richard was waiting there. He was ugly and bald and Valerie never liked him but the idea of being fucked up the arse by her Husband's brother made her crotch glisten with cunny juice.

The bonnet of Derek's car was still warm as she bent over it and pulled her skirt up for Richard.

She got her leg's wide and said, 'What are you waiting for? Fuck your brother's wife.'

Richard WAS bigger than Derek. He ploughed in Valerie and showed her no mercy.

'I've always wanted to fuck you up the arse,' he said.

'I've always hated you and your dumb wife,' said Valerie.

Derek sat in the car watching his wife getting arse fucked.

Two men were standing outside the pub having a fag and watching this random slut getting her back-end boned in public.

Richard finally blew his junk up Valerie's shit hole and shouted 'Arsenal!'

Valerie limped back into the car with spunk running down her stockings. She gave Derek a hand job and then they drove home.

2008

One night Derek came home from work and said, 'I think I'm going get a promotion at work, but it all hangs on this one thing.'

'What's that?' asked Valerie.

'Well you see, Kenton my boss has always had this thing for you and...'

'You don't need to say anymore darling,' said Valerie. 'Invite him round for dinner next week.'

The next week Valerie made Derek and Kenton a lamb casserole. Afterwards she took Kenton up to their bedroom while Derek stayed downstairs and did the dishes.

Kenton had the biggest dick she had ever seen and he just fucked Valerie long, hard and fast.

Valerie cried out, 'This is all I ever wanted. A big dick that can last! Fuck my cunt! Thank you Boss-man.'

Downstairs Derek wanked himself off on the sofa listening to his boss fuck his wife. They never came down that night and Derek slept there till the morning.

Derek got the promotion.

2010

Valerie's last lover to date was a painter and decorator called Chris.

He painted Derek's walls and then he painted his wife's face.

Derek would always watch. Sometimes he made Valerie keep the cum on her face as he kissed her afterwards.

Chris eventually said he had to stop. 'You two are just fucking crazy,' he said.

Over the last six months Valerie has made me come five times but she won't let me fuck her.

I asked her, 'Do you love Derek?'

She said, 'I know it's strange, but yes, our love is true and complete. We have absolute trust.'

'When will you fuck me?' I asked.

'Soon,' she said. 'I have just one more thing for you to do.'

I love living on this street.

Chapter 32: The Town Bike

Stephanie lives at number 42 with her husband Rob and their baby.

She fucks whoever she likes and doesn't tell him.

You can read all of Stephanie's stories here.

The weather's getting warm here in England. Steph knocked on my door and said, "Let's go for a bike ride."

Stephanie was sitting on her bike. She wore a tight white cotton t-shirt. She wore knee-high woolly socks over dark nylon tights. She wore the smallest denim shorts and cute heeled boots.

What the hell is it with woolly knee high socks over dark, black nylons? The girls dress like that all the time here in London. As the girls add more layers over themselves they should be getting less sexy not more. It's magical.

The sight of that expanse of nylon stretched over their thighs never fails to get me hard. The girls know it too. I see how they smile and look away.

I got out my bike. I rode behind Stephanie down Red Lion Street. I watched her tight ass rubbing against the bicycle seat. I watched her firm butt cheeks stretch the denim.

It's hard to ride with a boner.

Stephanie road to the 'back fields'. The back fields are directly behind Red Lion Street. If Stephanie's husband, Rob looked out his bedroom window he would see me cycling with his wife.

Steph parked her bike and got off. Stephanie undid a button on her denim shorts and stretched out in the sun.

"I fucking love this weather," she said.

Back in January Stephanie spent a weekend in a hotel and got totally torn apart by three big dicked black guys.

She sent me photos. You can read all about it here.

"You sent me photo of you naked, covered in the spunk of three men you'd met on the Internet," I said to Stephanie.

"Are you sure?," she said. She was still stretching and basking in the sun. "I don't remember doing that. How strange."

"You went to a hotel," I said. "Each man paid you £500 to fuck you. You never told your husband."

"You're talking shit," said Steph. "It costs more than that to fuck me. Much more."

"Why do you do this? Why do you cheat, lie and treat your husband so badly. You've had a child with him."

"Are you trying to lecture me little man? I don't need morals from you. I fuck who I like, when I like. My cunt craves it. I use my Husband for his money. The child is my security."

This woman was unbelievable. I was completely rigid for her.

"You have an erection," said Stephanie looking at my crotch.

"No, I haven't," I said.

"Don't lie," said Stephanie. "Would you like to see me try and ride my bike with my denim shorts round my knees?"

"Very, very much," I said.

Stephanie eased her shorts down to her knees. She wore no panties underneath her dark nylons. I could see her cunt. I could see her arse cheeks.

I could see the dark nylon stretched tight over her butt. 

I was so fucking hard.

"I knew you wouldn't be wearing any panties," I said.

"And I knew that you knew,"  said Stephanie. "Let's ride."

We got on our bikes and rode. Stephanie left her jean shorts round her knees. The bike saddle pushed up into her arse and cunt.

We rode our bikes to the far end of the field. I rode behind Stephanie, naturally.

"What can you see?" she asked.

"I can see the blossom start to bud on the trees. It's uncommonly warm for this time of year. Spring has come early. It's a beautiful day for a bike ride."

"What else can you see?"

"I can see your bike saddle riding up into your arse crack. I can see your perfect butt cheeks move as you cycle. I can see the smallest glimpse of butt crack above the waist band of your pantyhose."

"It's so hot," said Stephanie. "I'm  developing a sweat."

"I bet it's sweaty down there between your legs," I said. "Between the leather of your bike set, the stretched nylon and your gorgeous snatch. I bet it's wet with sweat and cunny juice."

The back fields are directly behind Red Lion Street. If Rob looked out of his bedroom window he would see his wife cycling with her jeans around her knees.

"Can you imagine, how it smells?" asked Stephanie.

"No," I said. "I can't possibly imagine."

"Anyone could see us out here," said Steph. "Anyone could see my dirt box underneath my pantyhose."

"Don't you care?" I asked. "What if your husband saw?"

"I want him to see me," said Steph. "I've left photographs of me getting fucked by three black men in his bedside drawer. He will find them soon."

"Why do you want Rob to find out?" I asked.

"I want to see what it turns him into," said Stephanie.

"And what might that be?"

"A man."

Stephanie stopped in the middle of the field. She threw her bike to the ground. Her denim shorts fell to her ankles.

"I'm going to pull my tights down a little. So you can see my pussy better. So everyone can see my pussy better."

"Of course you are," I said.

Stephanie put her thumbs in her waist band and pulled down her nylons. She left them half way down her thighs. The waist band pinched her soft white skin a little. 

Stephanie turned around bent over so her arse and cunt were fully exposed to me.

"What can you see?" she said.

"I can see the grass, the fields, the sky. In the next field I can see two horses standing in the shade. It's a beautiful day to be alive."

"What else can you see?"

"The cunt of a whore," I said.

"Can you smell it too?" she asked.

"Not from here," I said.

"Then get closer."

I love the sight of a woman with her clothes pulled in all different directions just to display her fuck hole. Stephanie hadn't taken a stitch off. Her jeans were round her ankles and her tights were halfway down her thighs. She still had her high heeled boots on. Whatever happened I didn't want her to get anymore undressed than this.

I wanted to fuck her this way.

I moved in closer. I got on my knees. My face was five inches away from her cunt. I breathed in.

"What can you smell?" she asked.

"The grass, nature, summer."

"Anything else?"

"I can smell the wet, sweaty snatch of the town fucking bike."

Stephanie laughed, "Very good." Stephanie got down on her knees. She reached behind her and pulled her arse cheeks apart. Her tiny shit-hole looked tight and clean.

"What about now?" she asked.

"I can smell your arse."

The back fields are directly behind Red Lion Street. If Rob looked out of his bedroom window he would see me on my hands and knees sniffing his Wife's anus.

"Lick it," she said. "Lick it now."

I love to lick a girl's arsehole. I will worship any woman who demands I eat her back door. I got in close. Stephanie stretched her hole wide.

I ran my tongue around her rim.

"Fucking Holy Mary," said Stephanie.

I slipped the tip of my tongue inside her.

"Sweet baby Jesus," she said.

I pushed my tongue in as far as it could go. My face was smothered in her arse.

"That's it. That's right."

"Do you want a finger in your slit?" I asked.

"I want two," said Steph. "Finger fuck me, slow."

I slipped two fingers inside her glistening, smooth pussy. They went in easily. I fucked her slow and steady with my hand. Stephanie pulled her arse cheeks apart. Her wedding ring was right by my face.

"Finger fuck me. Lick me."

I pushed my fingers inside her as far as they could go and licked her precious little rosebud.

"Sweet nirvana, this is going to do it," said Steph.

The back fields are directly behind Red Lion Street. If Rob looked out his bedroom window he would see me finger fucking his wife and licking her anus.

Stephanie came like a little girl. She squealed like a child with a bag of candy. She pushed her cunt back on my fingers and I felt her tighten around me. I pushed my tongue deep into her arse as she orgasmed. Her shit hole tightened too as she let a second wave flood through her.

"Oh my," said Stephanie.

I withdrew. I had her arse stench on my face and her pussy juice on my fingers.

"What now?" I asked.

"What's the worst you can think of?" said Stephanie. She was still on her hands and knees.

"The worst I can think of is that you just stay like that a while. I use you as a cum rag. I jerk myself and land my cream all over your perfect arse. You go home to your husband with another man's semen running down your shit crack."

"That's fine," said Stephanie. "Do that. Help yourself. Do it quickly. Don't waste my time."

I got my dick out. I wanked myself. I thought of the time I looked through Stephanie's window and saw my friend Cate licking her snatch. You can read about that here.

Steph looked back at me and said, "Hurry up."

The back fields are directly behind Red Lion Street. If Rob looked out his bedroom window he would see me spraying his Wife's arse with my hot sticky seed.

Steph was covered. Gloopy cum fell from her arse and collected in the crotch of her nylons. Jizz dripped down her ass crack.

"What can you see?" asked Stephanie.

"A whore in a field."

I love living on this street.