Chapter 49: The Funeral of Derek Sullivan

Derek Sullivan has died. 

He had a heart attack when he saw photos of three boys gang banging his wife, Valerie, around the back of the local Kebab shop.

Valerie lives at number 28 Red Lion Street. You can read all of her stories here.

Valerie is 51, I'm 41. She has teased me for half her life. She's wanked me. She's blown me. She's let me do everything.

But we've never fucked. She says she will one day. I don't believe her.

A month ago Valerie asked me to find three boys to fuck her in a back alley. She asked me to take photos. Things got out of hand.

Valerie gave her husband the photos. And then he died.

I love weddings. People dress sexy at weddings.

Some people dress even sexier at funerals. Wrong people.

I walked into the Church. Funerals are a place for dark nylon and tasteful high heels. 

I saw Tessa, who lives at number 13, sitting on a pew at the back of the church. 

We sometimes flirted. We both knew we’d never fuck. That made the flirting better. 

She wore a see through blouse and tight a tight vest top that revealed the shape of her heavy breasts. Her pillarbox red lips matched her flame red hair.  Her face was covered by a black net widows veil. 

I bet those pouty lips sucked like a Dyson. 

Underneath she wore a too tight black pencil skirt, a deep split ran up the thigh of her right leg, revealing the red top of her black opaque stockings. Underneath all of this she sported the most ridiculous shoes, all shiny, black and patent with ruffles on the front and 5.5” heels that could kill. 

Tessa is real. She writes erotic fiction. You can read it here.

My dick grew hard. 

'I hardly think that is appropriate for a funeral do you?' said Tessa looking at the bulge in my trousers. 

'Well what the fuck do you expect looking like that? It’s a provocative way to dress for a funeral.'

'I’m being respectful, I’ve made a real effort today, Derek was a really special person and always appreciated my sense of dress. I haven’t really changed what I usually wear, this is pretty standard fare for me, a girl has to feel presentable.' 

Taking out a pocket mirror, she twisted her lipstick up and re-applied the red tint to her lips. 

'Nobody wears this kind of thing all the time. That’s just a wank fantasy. It doesn’t happen' I said. 

'I beg to differ good Captain. Just because you happen to get... hard... because of what I wear, doesn’t mean that’s why I do it. Has it ever occurred to you that I wear what I like because I like it? 

I like nice things, I like quality materials against my skin, I have very soft, sensitive skin, and well, the softer the material, the better I feel. There’s just something so... sensual, about the feeling of soft satin or silk against the naked flesh.' 

Her eyes went distant as she was obviously thinking very hard about it. 

'Satin and lace panties, soft nylon sizzling as I pull them slowly over my calves and thighs, why suffocate the flash of colour of expensive panties by encasing them in tights? It just wouldn’t be right. Besides, sometimes, panties are simply not necessary.' 

Narrowing her eyes at my bulging cock she sighed. 'But of course, explaining this doesn’t assist with that does it?' and gestured at my throbbing dick. 

I shook my head and walked on.

The church was getting full. At the front by the altar I saw Lois. Lois lives at number 9. Lois was kneeling, praying with some rosary beads in her hand. 

Lois is a sweet young religious girl. She goes to church every Saturday with her family, it's a tradition. 

Lois is a tiny thing. Only 5 feet tall but but a perfect compact shape. This perfect little girl has beautiful, heavy natural tits and long black hair. She's 22. She looks even younger.

Lois is real. You can find her on Twitter here.

'Are you ok Lois?' I asked. She looked upset.

'Captain, do I look like a prostitute to you?'

Lois was dressed in a smart black satin dress. In truth it was probably a little too short.

She wore smart, black, high heels. She did look a little like a prostitute, but one that I couldn't afford.

'No, not at all,' I lied.

'A man came up to me,' said Lois. 'He asked if I was Derek's prostitute. I said, no. He said he would be happy to take up my services.'

'Take no notice, Lois. Men are brutes.'

'I try to be good, Captain but sometimes I need to do bad things.'

'Like what?'

'I'm not wearing panties. I like wearing no panties to church.'

'Do you believe in God, Lois?'

'Very much,' said Lois. 'But sometimes when I dress for church I just leave my panties off. I want to be available. I want my cunt out.'

'Bless you,' I said.

'It is a blessing,' said Lois. 'I see my cunt very much as a blessing. So why do I feel so bad?'

'You should go to confession,' I said.

'I have already,' said Lois. 'I got here early to speak to Father.'

'You confessed?'

'I have a lot to confess,' said Lois. 'and I love the confession booth.'

'Why?' 

'I can feel God when I'm in there. He knows what I am. I can let out my sins and I have so very, many sins. Nasty secrets. When I'm there alone, with the voice behind the screen. The voice of a man of God. I can be who I am. A whore. God knows I'm a whore.'

'What did you tell the priest?'

'When I was young I would go to the Church when no-one was there. I would take boys to the church and fool with them. I would blow them in the belfry. I would screw on the grass in the cloister. I would spread my legs and lie back on the altar. 

I fancied the boys but I fancied my priest even more. Me and this guy found the room where the priest kept his robes. I made him dress as the priest. He fucked me in holy robes. It was the worst I've ever been.'

'And you told the father this today? In confession?'

'I told him,' said Lois. 'I told him with my legs open whilst I played with myself.'

'What did the priest say?' 

'He said he could smell me,' said Lois. 'The priest said he could smell my cunt.'

'Jesus Christ.'

'He said that too. He said I was the devil's whore. He said he had to beat the devil out of me.'

'How did that make you feel?'

'It made my nasty, whore cunt even wetter, Captain. He took me to his room. He gripped my hand so tightly.

He made me bend over his knee. He pulled my dress up.

He saw I was wearing no panties.

He called me a whore.

He called me devil.

He spanked me.

He hit me hard.

Really hard.

My heart raced.

My cunt tingled.

He called me a slattern.

He called me a witch's imp.

He called me a tramp.

He hit so hard.

He spanked with anger.

But my bad nasty cunt just got wetter.

Fuck, it feels so good to be punished.

So fucking good.

He really hurt me.

He really spanked me.

And whilst I was over his knee.

I could feel his cock grow.

Pushing into my belly.

He was old enough to be my grandfather.

I could feel his old man cock stiffen into my belly.

And that just made him madder.

Made him spank harder.

Made my cunt wetter.

It stung, it really stung.

But it was so sweet, I knew I was being used. I knew loved it.

I wanted to be used.

It was heaven.

We're all going to hell, Captain.'

'I don't believe in any of that, Lois,' I said.

'I wish I didn't,' said Lois.

I left Lois alone with her prayers and sat down in the pews.

It was a lovely service.

Afterwards every one left but Valerie stayed at the front, staring at the casket.

I walked up to her.

'Do you want to be alone?' I asked.

'No stay,' said Valerie.

Valerie was dressed to please as always: strappy black heels, tight black dress and sheer, black hold ups.

'What happened?' I asked.

'After those three guys fucked me in the alley I presented your photos to my husband as a present.'

'They didn't just fuck you Valerie, they raped you.'

'It all went too far. Perhaps some fantasies are meant to come true, but I wanted me husband to see. I wanted him to see his fifty year old wife get fucked by three teenagers.'

'Did he like the photos?'

'He couldn't speak. He just held them in his hands and trembled. I knelt down in from of him and unwrapped his cock. He was fully hard and erect. I took him in my mouth. I sucked him off. I wanked him. And he came. I swallowed my husbands junk and it tasted beautiful.

When I looked up he was dead. Stone cold dead.

He'd had a heart attack as he came in my mouth.

You see I can't ever really be sad.

It was a perfect death.

If I close my eyes I can still taste him.'

'Fucking shit,' I said.

'They were his last words, funnily enough.'

We stood there in silence for a while. It was an awkward situation what with everything that had passed between us.

'Captain?' said Valerie.

'Yes?' 

'Fuck me.'

'Where?'

'In my cunt.'

'No where?'

'Here on top of my dead husbands coffin. In the church.'

'Finally,' I said.

Valerie turned around. I unzipped her dress. Pulled it down to her waist. 

She turned back to face me. She wore no bra. She didn't need to. Valerie had amazing tits. She was proud of them.

She pushed them out.

She pulled her dress up. 

She wore no knickers.

She was old, but her cunt was still perfect.

She got up on Derek's coffin. She lay back. She spread her legs.

'The coffin is fucking height,' said Valerie. 'I made sure.'

Valerie lay back and opened her legs.

I got my hard dick out and eased it inside her.

I can't lie, she wasn't the tightest fuck. Or the youngest. Or even the best.

But I had been masturbating about this woman for thirty years.

For almost every day of my life I had watched this temptress clip, clop down my street.

In her tight skirts, skimpy blouses and impractical heels.

Don't you have someone like that in your life?

The forbidden fuck?

The wife's friend?

The work colleague?

The neighbour?

This was the fuck I'd wanted all my life.

Valerie from across the road. I was fucking her on top of her dead husband's coffin. She moved her hips with me. She arched her back. She pushed her tits up. She gasped. I threw my full length into her. My full fucking length.

I fucked her hard.

I fucked her rough.

Valerie said very little. She just stared me straight into the eye and said, 'Fuck me, fuck me hard. Fuck me hard on my dead husband's coffin.'

'Fuck, you delicious whore. Why did you make me wait so long,' I asked.

'You weren't ready,' she said. 'Come out.'

'Why?' I said.

'Turn me round,' she said. 'Fuck my shit hole.'

'Really?' I asked.

'I want something that big, up my anus. Now.'

I pulled out. We got off the casket. Valerie leant against it.

She pulled her arse cheeks apart. She made her arsehole gape.

She turned around, looked at me and said, 'please?'

I entered her. I went in easily.

I fucked my dream woman.

I fucked her hard up the arse.

I fucked her in a church next to her husband's corpse.

She turned and looked at me.

She said, 'Some women can't come through anal, but I can.'

'Really?' I said.

'You have to fuck me, fast for a long time, when I say stop, you mustn't. You have to send me over the brink.'

Older people fuck better than young people. We fuck longer and harder.

I fucked Valerie and looked up at the ceiling of the church. We were out of control.

We were losing our minds.

All semblance of reason was reason was leaving our shallow minds.

We were demented fuck robots.

We didn't care who we hurt, who saw or what happened.

We were just programmed to rut and fuck and buck and moan.

Valerie did say stop. Several times.

She cried out stop.

She cried, 'Jesus please stop.'

She howled, 'I've changed my mind, I really, really can't take it anymore. Please stop.'

Then she whined, 'Holy fuck, so close, so close, so close, so close, so close, so close, so close, so close, so close, so close, so close!'

I said, 'Come, whore.'

'I am! I am! I am! I am! I am! I am! I am! I am! I am!'

Valerie came hard. Her arsehole clenched tight. I shot a bucket of spunk up her contracting back hole.

I fell out of her and onto the stone floor exhausted.

But Valerie climbed up onto the coffin.

She squatted on it in her heels.

She pulled her arse cheeks open and let the jizz dribble out of her spent arsehole.

My cum fell out of her arse onto the wood.

Valerie got on her knees and started licking up my cum off her husbands casket.

I love living on this street.

But something has to stop.

Chapter 45: A Piece of Tail

Harper Eliot lives at number 9 Red Lion Street.

You can read all of her stories here.

Harper is a big girl. A big girl with a fantastic big, generous body. She has beautiful, fat tits and a giant arse that makes men wet themselves.

She's too much for you. You don't deserve her.

She says she will do anything I ask. I believe her. 

She just turned 22. Thank god.

On April 16th she phoned me up and said, 'Fuck me up the arse Daddy.'

Harper is an anal virgin. Poor girl has never had her arse fucked.

'No not me,' I said. 'Find someone who will love you and take care of you. Find someone special.'

'Daddy's cock is so beautiful. The most beautiful I've ever seen. Fuck my arse, Daddy.'

'Leave it alone Harper,' I put the phone down.

On May 16th she phoned me again.

'Jesus Christ Daddy. Just played again. Just fucked myself. Used three fingers. Thought of your cock. I want it. Jesus Christ, please fuck my arse. I want it. I need it. Please.'

'Harper,' I said. 'It wouldn't even fit. I don't think it's even possible. Please stop this. I don't want your arse virginity.'

'Fuck my arse Daddy. Fuck it. Fuck it. Fuck it. Pleeeeaaaaassseee.'

I put the phone down.

On June 8th she rang again.

'Fuck my arse Daddy, please,' Harper sounded like she was crying.

'No,' I said. 'I'll tear you apart. It's not for you.'

'Fuck you.'

'Harper....'

'Fuck you, Daddy!' Harper slammed the phone down.

About a week ago I was just leaving my house and I found a hand written note on my doorstep. It said, 'Chase my tail.' A little further down the street I could see a pair of panties. I walked down and picked them up. I smelt them. They were delicious, but I didn't recognise the scent.

Further down the street I found more clothing; a neck scarf, a cardigan, a belt.

The trail led me round to the back of Red Lion Street to a place known as the back fields.

Amongst the grass I found a white cotton blouse and then a black skirt. At the very end of the backfields, just before a small woods I found a bra, size double F.

I think I'd worked out who it was.

I'm sure you have too.

I walked into the woods and saw a line of pearls

I followed the trail of pearls deeper into the tress and eventually came to a ramshackle, wooden hut.

It looked like the sort of place someone would go to get raped.

I pushed the door open and there she was; Harper Eliot, a mountain of woman, a tower of sex, a monument to every big girl you wanted to fuck but were too scared to. She could fuck a whole planet. She's too much for you. She's too much for me. She will break a man one day.

She was standing there almost naked.

She had her back to me. Her mighty arse begged me. Her valleys and canyons pleaded. Her tits hid.

She was almost naked.

Almost.

Harper Eliot wore patent leather brogue shoes with a 2inch heel. She had her red hair up.

She had a fox tail coming out of her arse crack.

It looked real.

I couldn't see how it was held there.

But held there it was.

A real fox tail coming out of Harper Eliot's arse.

Harper turned around and said, 'Please, please, please take my arse virginity. I'm only 22. I want you to be my first.'

'Get on the floor, child,' I said.

Harper smiled like a little girl with cake. I had all but said yes to her.

Slowly and carefully Harper got down on to her knees. She kept glancing around behind her.

I unbuckled my belt and undid my flies.

My ten inch dick flopped out.

I was nearly fully hard already.

I was going to fuck this young girl up the arsehole.

I wanted to.

She wanted me to.

We weren't doing anything wrong.

'I need to make you ready,' I said.

'I've tried to make myself ready,' said Harper.

Harper stayed upright on her knees and put her two hands on each of her monumental arse cheeks. She pulled them apart and displayed her arse crack to me.

Then things became clearer. The fox tail was attached to a glass butt-plug that was inserted fully into Harper's anus.

'Oh fucking beautiful,' I said. I massaged my cock gently, bringing it to it's full length. 'Is it real?'

'It's from a real fox,' said Harper. 'It cost me more than I earn in a week. Now I want a real dick in my arsehole. I've dreamt of this for years.'

I got down low behind her. I could smell her sex. I knew Harper would taste delicious.

I placed my hand on the glass butt-plug and gently eased it out of Harper. As it finally left her, Harper let out a gasp.

Her rosebud was stretched and glistening but still tiny and tight.

I placed the fox tail on the floor. Harper still had her hands on each cheek, stretching her crack wide.

I got in close.

I spat on her shit-hole.

Harper shuddered.

I spat again.

She shuddered some more.

'Get on all fours, child.'

Harper put her hands forward and arched her back. She stuck her arse out. She was perfectly at ease with what was going to happen.

'I am a child,' said Harper. 'To you at least.'

I grabbed both her her ankles and pulled her legs apart. I pushed her arse cheeks apart with my hands and spat on her hole a third time.

'Fuck, shit,' said Harper.

I moved one hand into her arsecrack and slid my palm down. My index finger traced the bottom of her valley. I moved underneath her and round to her pussy.

The girl was soaked. I moved two fingers inside her fuck hole with ease.

'You're so wet, slut,' I said. 'Have you been touching yourself?'

'Ugh, no,' grunted Harper. 'Nobody believes I get this wet. People say you have to have lube to get arse-fucked. I don't think that's true with me. Ever since I was very little, my little fanny just got absolutely soaked when aroused. I'm so fucking drenched. I can't stand not having your cock in me any longer.'

I put a third finger inside her. She was tight but her sex was so swollen and open with arousal. I pulled my fingers out and transferred her dripping girl sex round to her tiny arsehole. I rubbed her fanny juice in with spit. I worked it around the rim of her hole.

'Holy fuck. Show no mercy,' Harper whimpered.

I put my face deep into her crack. I ran my tongue around the edge of her arsehole.

I worked my tongue in.

I could taste her arse and her pussy at the same time.

She tasted magnificent.

'Please, please, please,' she mewed.

I licked her like that for ten minutes. I think she might have started crying at some point.

I pulled my tongue out. I pushed my finger in to her arse.

'Oh my sweet Daddy,' said Harper. 'Oh sweet fucking Christ my beautiful Daddy. De-flower my arse. Take my arse-virginity.'

I missed out two fingers. I went straight up to three.

I pushed them all in. I struggled and then once past the knuckles Harper's arse-hole suddenly seemed to ease and relax. I had stretched my girl wide.

'Aaaaoooooooooooowwwwwww! Oh! oh! oh! oh! oh! oh!'

'Want me to stop?' I asked.

'Don't you dare ever stop,' said Harper. 'It hurts, but it hurts so fucking good.'

I pulled my fingers out. Her shit-hole was wet and gaping. I spat on it some more.

'Now,' I said. 'It's time.'

'Oh my Daddy, please use me. Please use me however you desire. Please.'

My dick was so fucking huge and swollen. I was massive. The tip touched her.

'Fuck,' she said.

'Oh my,' I said.

I pushed in. My helmet was squashed by the walls of her arsehole.

'So fucking tight,' I said.

'Oooooowwwww,' cried Harper.

My bell-end was inside her. Harper was actually crying now. I saw tears fall from her face. I couldn't see how I would get any more inside her.

It seemed impossible.

I pushed on.

I got another inch inside her.

'It just won't work Harper,' I said. 'It's impossible.'

'I'm begging you for the last time, Daddy. Take me. Fuck my arse hard. I want all of it. Show me no mercy. I am yours. I am yours completely.'

I took hold of Harper's wide hips. She braced herself. 

I rammed myself inside her.

Fully.

Completely.

It really fucking hurt.

Both of us.

'Cunt, fuck, bitch, shit!' I said.

Harper just screeched like a cat on fire.

'I can't, I must, I can't!' cried Harper.

Her body rocked. Her tits banged together.

'I've taken your arse cherry, Harper.'

'Finish inside me, Daddy,' whimpered Harper.

Her arse was loosening. I had stretched her.

'You want me to?'

Harper managed to turn around and look straight at me.

'Come. Inside. Me.'

I did. I exploded. Harper's arse tightened.

She was coming too.

I could feel the warm spunk jetting into her anus and filling her up around my cock as I continued to pump.

I kept coming.

So did she.

She fell off me and onto the floor in a heap.

She lay their sprawled on the floor.

Semen fell out of her arse.

It was so fucking beautiful.

I love living on this street.

Chapter 37: The Double

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.

Rob knocked on my door. He was in tears. He held up a photograph of Stephanie with three big black dick in her, cunt, arse and mouth.

I had seen the photo before.

'I found this photo of my wife. Jesus Christ, our marriage is over. We have a kid and everything. What is she doing?' said Rob.

'I know,' I said. 'Your wife is out of control.'

'You knew about this? You knew and didn't tell me?'

I decided there and then that, apart from the time I shot my own creamy load over Steph's arse, I would tell Rob everything.

'I just...couldn't get the guts to tell you. I've seen that photo before though. She pretty much brags about all the men she fucks. I'm so sorry Rob.'

'Jesus shit my wife is a whore. A real fucking whore,' said Rob.

'Well not a real whore,' I said. 'She doesn't charge money.'

'Have you fucked her?' asked Rob.

'No,' I said. It was the truth. I had just licked out her arse-hole and came on her butt cheeks. 'The funny thing is, I think she wanted you to know. I think she does actually love you but she wants you and her to be something else. Something wild. Something forbidden.'

'What am I going to do?' asked Rob.

'Well you can fuck whoever you like now, that's for sure,' I said.

'And you think that's what Stephanie wants?'

'I don't know about that but she can hardly hold it against you.'

'Shit, I...I don't know, I'm lost. I'm angry.'

'Come on,' I said, pulling on my coat. 'Let's go fuck a girl.'

'Just like that?' said Rob. 'Who?'

'Eloise at number 45,' I said. 'Now she really IS a whore. It's her business. We pay her. We fuck her. We've all fucked her. You're probably the only person on the street who hasn't.'

Eloise really is a whore. I fucked her once when I was bored. She is built with solid foundations. A woman who was bred to fuck and not much else. Her tits are like worlds colliding. Her legs are like the Twin Towers.

You can read all of Eloise's stories here.

Five minutes later we were in Eloise's place. She wore a small black, stretchy, lycra dress with nylons and black and white patent leather shoes. Both me and Rob had hard ons. She could tell.

'It's usually £500 to fuck my cunt without a condom, but you can't come inside me. However this fucker,' Eloise pointed at me. 'Shot his dirty wad up my snatch without asking last time. I'm not particularly inclined to let you back in there again without a sheath.'

'Yeah, sorry,' I said. 'I just lost control. It won't happen again.'

'Like fuck it won't,' said Eloise. 'Listen I tell you what I'll do. I'll charge you a special rate £800 for the both of you but you can't go in my cunt, you'll have to fuck my arse instead.'

'Shouldn't the arse cost more,' I asked.

'Not mine. Let's just say it's a little weather worn, plus there's a recession on.'

'It's a deal,' I said.

'Is she real?' said Rob.

With one move Eloise had her dress up and over her head and it was on the floor. Her big tits were already scooped outside of her bra like the pornstars have them. I assume she wore her bra like that all the time for convenience.

She was a vision in black nylon and lace.

'Don't take another thing off,' I said. 'You look perfect.'

'Drop your pants,' commanded Eloise.

Rob dropped his trousers and pants. A pretty decent shlong sprang out, hard and erect. Rob's dick looked angry and mean just like him.

I pulled down my own trousers. My dick could win prizes. I've told you this before.

'Holy fucking shit,' said Rob, looking at my dick.

'I know,' said Eloise. 'This shit head almost made me come last time. It really is something.'

'On your knees,' I said.

Eloise got down between us. She took our two shafts and started to wank us.

She wanked us good. She knew what she was doing. One in each hand. Long, generous strokes. She spat on our cocks. She took my dick in her mouth and flicked her tongue around. She looked up at Rob as she did so.

She pulled my cock out of her mouth and said to Rob, 'I've seen you around, with your pretty wife and your little baby. What makes you come here and fuck me?'

'I found a picture of my wife, with all three of her holes filled by a bunch of black dudes,' said Rob.

'Lucky girl,' said Eloise as she moved over and took Rob's dick in her slutty gob.

'Oh mercy,' said Rob.

'Tastes delicious,' said Eloise as she came up for air. She went back down and deep throated him.

'My wife doesn't suck my dick like that,' said Rob.

'Of course she doesn't,' gargled Eloise with the dick half in her gob. 'But I bet she sucks other men's dicks like this. I bet she likes the taste of black dick the best of all. We all do when it comes down to it.'

Eloise switched from dick to dick. Taking us deeper and deeper each time.

When she didn't have a dick in her mouth she looked up at Rob and said, 'So why are you here getting your dick sucked? Why aren't you fucking your wife?'

'Because I found out she had had three black dicks in her cunt, arse and mouth, all bigger than mine.'

'Lucky, lucky girl, but you must be heartbroken you poor lamb,' said Eloise, still gasping between cock sucks. 'I'll tell you what as a special treat I'll let you eat out my filthy whore snatch for free.'

'Blimey,' Rob looked at me with a worried face. 'Eating out a whore's cunt. Is that even safe?'

'I washed it this morning. Get down there fucknuts.'

Eloise had a special kind of cushioned table made purely for fucking. It's the kind of thing you only see in the home of a prostitute, or a couple of swingers, or a gonzo porn directer.

Eloise climbed on to it and got her legs apart. Rob paused for a moment and then got down and started lapping at Eloise's greasy pussy. Eloise reached down and grabbed the back of Rob's head and pulled him deep into her crotch.

I went up to Eloise's face. She got her big cock sucking lips around my tip. She licked and kissed and teased.

It was a gorgeous sight looking down at Eloise spread out on her whore table like a succulent piece of fuckmeat. This women was over the hill and almost used up. But somehow despite her big fake tits and her skanky, tramp mouth this fuck monster still had class.

Her lingerie, stockings and shoes were not that of a normal everyday whore. She spent money on the tools of her trade. She was an artist too. A truly creative mind. The way she flicked and tongued my helmet. She kept bringing me up close to the edge but instinctively knew when to slow down and prevent her getting a gooey splat of man fat on her face.

She was different to how she'd been when I had fucked her previously. Normally she was good, but it still felt like she was watching the clock. This time it seemed like she wanted something out of this too.

She kept her hand clamped on the back of Rob's head and kept pushing him exactly where she wanted him. She lifted her big arse off of the table and pushed up into him trying to squeeze every sensation out of his eager mouth.

'Eat me, fucking eat me!' she said. 'Your slut wife is worse than me. At least I get paid. Three horse dicked black dudes in every hole. Think of that and eat my filthy whore cunt.'

I watched Rob eat Eloise's slit. I can't say I was jealous but Rob seemed to be really enjoying himself.

'How many men have screwed your tired fuck hole, Eloise?' I asked.

'I know this because I need this information for my accountant,' said Eloise. '672.'

'Fuck,' I said.

'That just makes me want to eat cunt even more,' said Rob.

'Fuck me now,' said Eloise. 'Flip me over. Fuck me up the arse.'

Eloise sprang up and got on all fours. She splayed her legs out.

'Condom?' asked Rob.

'Don't fucking care, stick it in,' said Eloise.

Rob parted the prostitute's butt cheeks and glided in. His face looked surprised, as though he didn't expect it to go in that easily.

Rob grabbed Eloise's and bra and suspender belt. He pulled them tight.

I stuck my dick in Eloise's mouth and fucked her face some more.

The three of us rocked like that for a while. A perfect spit roast. Eloise pushed back and made sure Rob's balls slapped against her arse as she let him go in deep.

'My cock's going in so fucking deep,' he cried.

I thrust my big dick all the way in too. I made sure my bell end hit the back of her throat. Eloise looked up at me and her eyes said harder, rougher, faster.

I fucked her face harder, faster and rougher.

Today was special for Eloise. I don't know why. She wanted more.

'How many men have fucked my wife? Why is my wife such a slag?' tears started to run down Rob's face as he continued to fuck like a deranged robocop.

Eloise came up from air. 'Shit,' she said. 'I don't know what it is, maybe the thought of your bedraggled, cumstained wreck of a wife but you two big dicked fuckers might actually be able to bring this old whore off.'

'Really?' I gasped. 'When did a man last make you come with his dick?'

'2003. Tip me over the edge and this is on the house, fucknuts.'

'But how?'

Eloise slipped of Rob and told him to lie on the table. He lay back with his dick in the air like a flagpole.

'I can't hold on much longer,' said Rob.

Eloise got above him with her back to him and lowered herself down. She spread her swollen shit hole wide. 'Back in you go,' she said.

Rob was up inside her arse-hole. Eloise pulled her legs up high and wide. 'Fuck yes, she said. Now you,' she looked at me.

'What? In there? It's....impossible?'

'I don't think my cunt even works anymore. I want two dicks up my anus, right now. Stretch me, use me.'

Eloise pulled her legs further apart. Both me and Rob were pretty well hung guys. I thought this defied the laws of physics. I pushed my tip in above Rob's dick. Our cocks touched. I don't mind that. It felt good. It felt wrong. It was going to be so fucking tight in there.

'I don't think it's going to work,' I said.

'I did it just once before, but they weren't as big. I'm pretty stretchy. Push in. Hurt me. I don't care. I like it.'

I fought against the resistance. I didn't feel like it would work and then, I don't know what Eloise did, but I was inside her arse. 

So fucking tight.

So wrong.

My cock against another mans inside a whore's anus.

A real life anal DP.

'Holy fucking christ, that's it. You fucking, fucking fuckers. Fuck, fuck, fuck!' cried Eloise.

I couldn't get all the way in but I would say three quarters was.

'Fuck MEEEEEEE! I am so full. I am so fucking full,' cried Eloise. 'Think of your slutty shitbag wife and shoot your angry spizz up my back door, NOW.'

Rob made a noise like a slaughtered pig and then I felt his shaft pulsing against mine, It was too much and looking down at this stretched whore I too had to let go too. I came hard.

Two jets of semen shooting up inside her and Eloise nodded and closed her eyes. Her ass-hole clamped tight around us and I knew she was cumming hard. All three of us in perfect unison, absolutely peaking.

Fucking beautiful.

As we started to pull out, what looked like a cup full of spunk oozed out of of Eloise's spent bum-hole.

'Fuck,' said Eloise. 'Get out of my house, now.'

'My marriage is over,' said Rob.

I love living on this street.