Chapter 47: Back to School

I'm a people person. Really, I am.

Despite what I say and do on Red Lion Street, I really like these people.

I'm not sure about Ms. Q, who lives at number 4 Red Lion Street though. She always seems to be a bit of a nasty bitch.

She's always ignoring me and giving me the stink-eye. But she's like that with most people.

She works at the local school. She's the head teacher in fact.

Most mornings I just sit at my window watching all the different girls on Red Lion Street set off to work. I see Ms. Q strutting along the street in her school attire, just treading the line between appropriate and completely unprofessional: high heels, short pencil skirts, fitted jackets with a hint of cleavage. Q walks around like she owns the place.

She has bright, dyed, red hair. She looks about 30? I would say her tits were E cups. I'm shit hot at guessing stuff like that.

Valerie, who lives at number 28, told me that she thought Ms Q was frigid, but then that's what jealous women say sometimes. And Q certainly doesn't dress like she's frigid.

Once in the Red Lion pub I caught her looking at me. I went home and wanked about her.

There's a small alley that connects Red Lion Street to the back of Ms Q's school. One evening I came across her there. She was locking up. She was carrying too many books. She dropped them.

I asked if I could help and bent down to help her pick them up. When Ms. Q crouched I could see up her skirt and down her cleavage.

'Fuck off,' she said. 'I don't need your help. Stop being such a creep.'

'Jesus,' I said. 'Drop the attitude, what's your problem?'

'You,' said Ms. Q looking at me with hate filled eyes. 'You're such a loser. Always at your window staring at me every morning. Always trying to fuck every girl on this street. Always bragging about your stupid dick.'

'Fuck, you hardly know me?'

'Everyone knows you, Captain Shame,' said Ms Q. 'We all have your number. You're just a fucking sad, sack of shit, living on your own, lost in your dream, fantasy world. You're the biggest loser on the street.'

'You bitch,' I said. I regretted saying it straight away.

Ms. Q slapped me hard around the face. It stung.

I looked at her. 'You fucking bitch,' I said.

She slapped me again. It hurt even more.

I slapped her back. I slapped her hard across the face. I couldn't believe what I had done.

Ms Q's mouth hung open.

She pounced on me like a wild cat. We fell onto the ground. She clawed at me. She bit me. We rolled on the dirty floor.

She punched my face. It really, really hurt.

I didn't want to fight a woman, but really; she was going to put me into hospital. I had to retaliate.

I punched her in the stomach hard enough to wind her and managed to stand up. I started to walk away but she came at me again. This time I was ready. I grabbed her arm and threw her against the wall. With one hand I restrained one of her arms and gripped her throat tightly.

I pushed my weight hard against her to stop her moving. Her one free hand was still hitting me.

Here's the funny thing; My dick was rock hard.

As I pushed against her, my full ten inches was dug into her thigh.

The look in her eye changed. She was confused. We both felt this thing between us.

Her struggling started to subside. She stopped hitting me.

'You're a fucking animal,' I said.

'Animals can be tamed,' said Ms Q.

With one hand still clamping her neck against the wall I moved my other hand down between her legs.

I reached up inside her skirt. Her thighs were clenched tight.

'Spread your legs,' I spat the words out.

'Make me, cunt,' said Ms Q.

I slapped her face and then forced my hand back up inside her skirt. I pushed my way in. Her legs parted a little. I grabbed her sodden cunt through the damp nylon. I grabbed it roughly, as though she were my fuckmeat.

'You are a fucking arsehole,' she said.

'You're a fucking whore,' I said back.

'You couldn't handle me,' she said.

'I'd break you,' I said. 'You're damp. Submit.'

'Oh when I submit, you'll know,' said Ms. Q. 'When I submit, I submit completely.'

My face was inches from hers. She was truly beautiful. A strong, defiant and sexy face.

We kissed.

A wild, animalistic kiss. She bit my lip. Her hands went to my hair. She scratched and pulled. She thrust her tongue around my mouth.

I still had my hand on her cunt, I started rubbing at it hard. Ms. Q gasped. I pulled away.

Ms. Q stood there against the wall. She looked a mess. She opened her legs wider. She hitched her skirt up. She showed me her pussy. There were no panties under her nylons.

She said, 'Tame me.'

I walked forward. I bent down and with two hands I ripped her tights apart at the crotch. Her cunt was free.

She went to move at me, but once again I put my hand around her throat and restrained her.

I stuck three fingers in her fuck hole. It was easy. She was dripping.

She spat in my face.

I took my fingers out. They stank of school teacher snatch. I thrust my fingers into her mouth. She tasted herself.

She sucked greedily for a while but then she bit my fingers. I slapped her round the face again.

The look on her face was pure pleasure. She loved being slapped.

I took my hand away from her throat.

I ripped her blouse open. The buttons fell on the ground.

She wore a deep red satin bra. Everything about this woman was red.

Her tits were magnificent. I pulled both of her boobs out of her bra.

Ms Q stood there, skirt up, tights shredded and torn around her crotch. Blouse ripped open and tits on display.

She didn't move.

'What now?' I said.

'Sometimes I tire of all the bells and whistles,' said Ms Q. 'Sometimes I just want my cunt fucked.'

'Get on the floor you filthy bitch,' I said.

'Yes.'

Ms Q got on the floor with her clothes in disarray. She lay on the dirty ground. Her 5inch patent big heels were stretched out wide. Ms Q started fingering her cunt.

I undid my belt. My dick sprang out.

It was fucking massive.

'Shit,' said Ms Q. 'It's true.'

I took each of her ankles in my hands. I pulled her legs up and far apart.

I bent her back.

Her swollen cunt lips were completely exposed to me.

'I want to bend your legs back too far, I want to hurt you,' I said.

'There's no such thing as too far. There's no such thing as too much. There's no such thing as enough,' Ms Q never took her gaze off of me. She stroked and pinched her tits.

Ms Q didn't want the bells and whistles so I didn't give her any. I just sank my rock, hard ten inch dick in between her wet, glistening pussy lips.

Balls deep.

So fucking deep.

'Holy shitting Christ,' said Ms Q. She arched her back up. She pushed her tits out. She pinched her nipples.

I didn't fuck her like a lady, I didn't tease her. This wasn't love making.

This was brutal fucking. Hard screwing. The way you'd want to fuck a whore in a back alley.

I pumped and thrusted.

I made Ms Q shake and quiver.

She never took her eyes off of me. There was still hate in her eyes. This was angry fucking.

'Not enough,' said Ms Q.

I fucked her harder. Pushing her along the dirt concrete floor.

'More you fucker,' said Ms Q.

I really tried to drive my cock in as far as it would go. I pushed Ms Q's legs right back

'Fuck me right, you dumb cunt,' barked Ms Q.

I fucked like I'd never fucked before.

'Close,' whispered Ms Q. 'So close.'

This wanton animal was a challenge to me. A mountain to climb. I pushed her legs back further. They could go no further. My dick was so fucking deep inside her.

Ms Q's eyes began to water.

I knew what she needed. I took one hand off of one of her ankles. I slapped her tits. They banged together. I slapped her face.

'You fucking fucker!' she shouted.

'Shut the fuck up,' I cried. I was fucking her so hard, so furiously: I wanted to split her in two.

I looked down at her and saw the sweet orgasm begin to flood through her.

I spat in her face.

'You’re. Just. A. Dirty. Little. Fucking. Whore. Aren’t. You?'

Her body shook.

She howled.

You could hear her streets away.

She howled like wolf.

I fucking came.

I blasted my spunk up inside her cunt.

Her body spasmed.

She was spent.

I pulled out.

Ms Q's eyes had completely changed. She looked coy and obedient.

My dick was still hard and dripping with cunt juice and cum. Ms Q got up and crawled to me on her hands and knees. Her tits still on show.

She looked up at me obediently.

'May I clean you Captain?' she asked.

'You may.'

I slipped my dirt cock into Ms Q's sweet mouth.

Ms. Q cleaned it thoroughly. She never took her eyes off of me. And as she licked the last drops of cum and cunt juice from my still swollen shaft, she smiled for the first time.

I had a feeling we were going to become good friends.

I fucking love living on this street.

Chapter 35: The Third Date

Carol lives at number 5 Red Lion Street.

Carol isn't like the other girl's on this street. At least I didn't think she was.

I want to call her my girlfriend but our first two dates didn't work out at all. Let's just say she misbehaved.

You can read all about them here.

I rang her up and said, 'Carol, I think we've got something special here but you've got to stop acting like a fucking whore?'

'I feel something special for you too,' said Carol. 'Why don't we give this thing one last try?'

'What shall we do?' I asked.

'Perhaps it might be better if we met in company? I have a group of friends who I'd love you to meet.'

'This sounds like a much better idea. Let's do it. When?'

'Pick me up at 8:30.'

I pulled up outside Carol's at 8:23pm. Carol apologised for still being in her work clothes. Carol worked in local government. She was an advisor on arts funding. She looked great in a business suit.

I opened the car door for her. She was all smiles.

'Where to?' I asked.

'I'll direct you,' said Carol.

As we drove, the early evening light was fading. We talked and laughed and I remembered how happy Carol made me feel.

We talked about the last few albums John Coltrane made and she said she preferred his work with Elvin Jones, Jimmy Garrison and McCoy Tyner.

We talked about silent movies and about how we had both seen the BFI's recent restoration of 'First Born' at the last London Film Festival.

We discussed the novels of Kurt Vonnegut and both agreed that Slapstick was our favourite.

Carol told me to drive into some wasteland behind an industrial site.

'Fucking fuck Carol, not again,' I said.

'I just want you to meet some friends of mine. Then we'll move on. It's important that you like my friends.'

'Ok,' I said cautiously.

On the wasteland we found five ordinary cars. Standing beside them were five ordinary looking men.

The first one was short, fat, ugly, bald and ugly.

The second one was losing his hair and had a big beer belly.

The third one was wearing a track suit but looked like he had never run in his life. He had no hair.

The fourth one had the sort of face that had been hit hard with an ugly spade. He had a receding hairline.

The fifth one was short, fat, bald and ugly.

Me and Carol got out the car and Fatfuck #1 said, 'Are you hotmilf404?'

I whispered to Carol, 'These don't sound or look like your friends.'

Carol whispered, 'My Internet friends are real to me.'

Carol stood with her legs apart and slipped off her smart pinstriped jacket and let it fall onto the dirty ground.

'Let's get this thing started,' she said.

'Oh shit,' I said.

The five ugly fucks got out their dicks.

Fatfuck#1 had the smallest dick you'd ever seen.

Fatfuck#2 had a 6 inch, pencil dick. Alright for some I suppose.

Fatfuck#3 had a hefty blood truncheon. Nothing to be ashamed of at all.

Fatfuck#4 had a dick even smaller than Fatfuck#1.

Fatfuck#5 had a massive schlong. Like a cow's dick or something.

'Fuck this,' I said.

'She yours mate?' asked Fatfuck#3.

'Yeah, I guess,' I said.

'He's my man. He's my beau,' said Carol. 'He wants to watch you use me.'

'Is that right mate?' asked Fatfuck#2. 'Can we, you know, like have her and that.'

'Do what you like,' I said. I leant back on the car and waited for it to end.

Carol unhooked her white corset style top and pulled it to her waist. Her bangers fell free. She was in her forties. Maybe a little older than me but she still had tits to be proud of. Big natural fun bags that you'd want to suck until dawn.

Carol knelt on the dirty ground with her red heels splayed out behind her. She didn't care about her nylons or clothes. She pulled up her puppies and pushed them together.

'Titwank,' she said. 'Who wants one?'

Fatfuck#3 had the second biggest dick and he walked up and slid it in between Carol's boob crevasse.

Carol pushed her tits together around his shaft.

The other shit heads got in close and started to watch and wank.

Carol looked into the thugs eyes and squeezed her tits closer together. The brute fucked them.

'How's that baby?' asked Carol. 'Does that feel nice?'

'Fuck. Yeah. Fuck.' said the oaf.

'Better than your wife's I bet,' said Carol. 'I bet you wish your Wife had tits like this that you could fuck whenever you wanted?'

'Fuck, yes that's it. Big tits. Big lovely tits.'

These men were not wordsmiths.

'When I push my tits close together I can make them tight like a cunt. Do they feel like a cunt for you big man?' asked Carol.

'Fuck, yes. Cunt. Big tits. Fuck,' said Fatfuck#3. He was barely sentient.

One of the other guys stopped wanking, looked over to me and shouted, 'Your girlfriend is a fucking slag mate.'

'Yeah, I know,' I said. I was disgusted but my dick was still getting hard.

'Can I stick my dick in her mouth, mate? Is that alright mate? If your girlfriend gives me a BJ?'

Who the fuck says BJ anymore?

'Sure,' I said. 'Fill your fucking boots.'

Fatfuck#5 stuck his big dick in my girlfriends pretty little mouth. She swallowed it greedily.

Carol got into a squat position and hitched her skirt up. She was wearing black stockings and reached down and pulled her skimpy panties to one side so she could get to her fuck box. She fingered her slit till it was wet and swollen.

The men were getting impatient and angry. They all wanted her hands, tits and lips wrapped around their meat. They crowded in around her, all trying to get their turn.

Carol could certainly multitask. She switched from dick to dick. Wanking one whilst sucking another. Sometimes she had a dick in both hands and one in her mouth. Even then she still had time to touch her own tits and cunt and bring herself to the edge of orgasm.

The greedy little slut kept going back to fatfuck#5 and the biggest dick out of all of them. He grabbed the back of her head and stuffed his cock in her mouth as far as it would go.

Fatfuck#1 said, 'Can you believe this lads? She's a right fucking tart, right?'

Fatfuck#2 said, 'I want to fuck her. I want to fuck her cunt. I want to fuck her arse, her tits, her face. Everything.'

Fatfuck#3 said, 'I can't believe women like this exist.'

Fatfuck#4 said, 'I wish my Wife was like this. I wish my Wife would suck and fuck as though she really loved me.'

Fatfuck#5 said, 'Shit, she's sucking me off.'

Carol came up for air and shouted, 'Fucking, fuck, fuck, fuck. More!'

I sighed and got my cock out.

Fatfuck#1 said, 'Fuck her mouth! Fuck the slag!'

Fatfuck#2 said, 'I want to fuck her? Will she let us fuck her? She said she wouldn't on the net. I didn't bring any condoms.'

Fatfuck#3 said, 'This is like a porn movie.'

Fatfuck#4 said, 'I want to fuck her, then I want to go home and fuck my wife, then I want to pay for an 18 year old prostitute and then fuck her.'

Fatfuck#5 said, 'I'm so ready. So fucking ready.'

Carol took a dick out of her mouth, rubbed her soaking cunt and said, 'The biggest, the biggest can take me. The biggest can fuck me. That's all. Just one.'

I slowly started wanking myself. I hated myself for it.

Fatfuck#1 said, 'Shitfuck! Why can't we all screw her? Shit! Not fair!'

Fatfuck#2 said, 'I'm going to fuck her anyway. Who cares? Who's going to know?'

Fatfuck#3 said, 'Am I the biggest? I might be? Anyone got a condom?'

Fatfuck#4 said, 'Do it, do it, do it!'

Fatfuck#5 said, 'Move aside boys, let the dog see the rabbit.'

Carol took a cock out of her mouth and stood up and put one foot on the bumper of my car. She got her legs apart. 'Fuck me without a condom. Do it quick. You don't need to please me.'

My dick was hard now. I'm ashamed to say.

Fatfuck#5 got behind Carol and slipped inside her.

The air reeked of sex. All you could hear was grunts and moans. Fatfuck#5's balls slapped against her arse cheeks.

Fatfuck#1 said, 'Suck it. Suck my tiny dick bitch.'

Fatfuck#2 said, 'I'm going to dump such a messy load all over this whore.'

Fatfuck#3 said, 'Let me have a go. It's my turn.'

Fatfuck#4 said, 'Is she tight? Is her cunt tight? Is she tighter than your wife?'

Fatfuck#5 said, 'She's tighter than my wife.'

Carol said, 'I'm tighter than your wife, I've got bigger tits that your wife and I'm dirtier than your wife.'

Fatfuck#5 said, 'I'm going to come in your cunt, whore.'

Carol said, 'Be my guest.'

Fatfuck#5 howled at the moon and dumped some old man junk in my sweet girlfriend's snatch.

When he pulled out he was still dripping spaff everywhere.

Carol crouched down and pushed her tits out.

'End it boys. Finish me off. Dump your load on me.All come together. Drown me. Land it on me. Watch the eyes.'

Fatfuck#1 said, 'Fuck.'

Fatfuck#2 said, 'Yes.'

Fatfuck#3 said, 'Shit.'

Fatfuck#4 said, 'I love you.'

Fatfuck#5 said, 'I'm going home.'

It's hard to say who came first. I definitely came last and I didn't come on Carol.

Cum rained down on my girlfriend.

Carol was a mess. Wiping jizz from her eyes and tits as she got up with her stockings laddered and her clothes all muddy and dirty.

Nobody helped her up. Nobody said goodbye.

On the way home Carol turned to me and said, 'Do you want to come back to mine? We can fuck like lovers fuck.'

I love living on this street but sometimes it's too much.

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 29: Business Class

Don't you just hate Airports? Don't you just how many times you've been fucked up the arse by a money grabbing airline?

An air hostess just happens to live on Red Lion Street. You've probably seen her above in the Red Lion Street banner. There she goes, walking down the street swinging her arse from side to side. Wobbling on her high heels.

Angela, the air hostess, lives at number 18.

I fly a lot. I sometimes see Angela on my travels at some airport or another.

Last week I was flying back to London from Innsbruck in Austria. It was foggy so the planes had to land in Munich. We had to take a three hour coach ride to get our flight. When we arrived at Munich it was chaos. Nobody telling us what we had to do. The delayed passengers were given a food voucher for 4.80 Euros.

I saw Angela at the check in desk. She wore a tight red suit with white hold ups with seams up the back.

I think her skirt was shorter than regulations allowed.

I pretended I didn't know her.

"Look here, Miss. This simply isn't good enough, you run us from pillar to post. You don't tell us what's happening or why. It's absolutely dreadful service. I want to speak to your supervisor. At once."

Angela looked at me with a cheeky glint in her eye. She was trying to stop herself from laughing. She pretended she didn't know me.

"I'm very sorry Sir. But we are doing all we can to make your flight as safe and as comfortable as possible."

"It isn't good enough," I replied. "We're your customers." I gestured to the crowd of fed up, angry passengers behind me. "We are tired of being FUCKED UP THE ARSE by stupid, greedy airlines!"

Everyone was staring, everybody was listening.

"Sir, would you mind not talking to me like that?"

"I'll talk however I like! I said that we're tired of being FUCKED UP THE ARSE by airline companies. I want to know what you are going to do to compensate me for all the trouble you've put me through today."

"Come with me Sir, let's talk in private," Angela grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the passengers to a quieter part of the terminal.

When we were out of earshot she turned to me and said, "You are going to lose me my job!"

I looked at Angela in her perfect red uniform. We had screwed before. We were fuck buddies. No strings attached. "But seriously, what are you going to do? I've been waiting for five hours for this flight now. I want to go home. Help me out."

"Well," said Angela, thinking it through. "The only thing I can think of doing is upgrading you...to business class." and with that she pulled her tight red jacket open and showed me her magnificent jugs. 

She wore a tight polyester see-through blouse. I could see a dark lacy bra underneath.

"What do I get in business class?" I asked.

"You get, certain perks," said Angela. "We try that little harder to make you more comfortable."

"Do I get extra leg room?" I asked.

"Yes," said Angela.

"Do I get free drinks?"

"Yes."

"Do I get preferential treatment?"

"Yes."

"...and whilst I'm waiting for my gate to be announced, do I get to take a long legged, big arsed air hostess to a private room. Bang the living shit out of her for ten minutes and then land a big, fat load of cum on her pretty little face."

"There's a surcharge for that, but yes."

"Where shall we go?" I asked. My dick started to swell inside my trousers.

"Follow me," said Angela. I would have followed her anywhere.

She led me down a maze of corridors. Her big arse swinging from side to side.

"Angela," I said. "Is that uniform, strictly regulation?"

"It's a size or two too small," said Ange. "It hugs my tits and arse. I fixed the skirt so it was too short as well."

"Why do you wear a uniform that's too small?" I asked.

"It makes big business men want to fuck me. They take me to their big, expensive hotels in foreign cities and shower me with gifts and cum."

"Jesus," I said.

"It's why I became an air-hostess. I wanted to serve, in more ways than one."

Angela, found a door marked 'private'. She unlocked it and pulled me inside.

"I'm not a business man, I'm not rich," I said.

Angela reached round behind her and unzipped her skirt. She let it fall to her feet. Her long, strong legs were wrapped in white nylon. Her hold ups were held in place by purple suspender belts.

"I know, but it's been such a hard day," said Angela. "Last night I watched porn for three hours in my hotel room and I've been thinking about cock all day. I've been coming on to everyone but no fucker wants to bone me."

Angela unbuttoned her blouse and let it hang. Her tits were fucking amazing. She was dressed head to toe in expensive, satin and lace lingerie. She started to stroke her neck.

"You look fucking amazing," I said. "That outfit!"

Angela kept stroking herself. She closed her eyes. "This underwear costs more than I earn in a week. It was bought for me by some banker guy. He had flown with us a few times on our transatlantic flight. He always flirted with me and once he just grabbed my arse, hard. He knew I liked it and he told me he would be in the bathroom. I couldn't help myself. I followed him into the rest room and five minutes later he was fucking me from behind over the lavatory. My head knocking against the cubicle wall. He came inside me without a condom and let his jizz run out down my legs so that for the rest of the flight anyone could see I had cum stains on my stockings."

"Was he good looking?" I asked. I unzipped my trousers. My dick sprang out. Angela had seen it before but she still couldn't stop staring.

"He was fat, bald and ugly," said Angela. "But sometimes that's what I need. A rich, useless fuck who comes too quickly and buys me things to make me stay with him. He took me to his hotel in New York. He bought me this underwear. I put it on and wouldn't let him touch me in it. I made him sit there and wank, whilst I stood in front of him, fingering myself. He came three more times that weekend. Once in my cunt and twice in my mouth."

"Did you ever see him again?"

"He sent me a Cartier watch and said he had a special job for me. He had three important Arabian clients over for a special meeting in London. He took me to hotel and I had to lie on a bed whilst all four of them fucked me in turn. The first got horny enough to go again and so I actually had five blasts of semen dumped inside my high class snatch."

"Did it win him the deal?" I asked.

"He said it did. He sent me a diamond ring a week later."

Angela was lying on the floor. She had taken her jacket and blouse off. She still wore a red neck scarf. She was pushing her boobs together. She had kept her shoes on. Like all the best girls do.

"I'm glad you left your shoes on," I said.

"I always fuck in my shoes," said Angela. "Don't you just hate it when you're watching porn and the girl takes her heels off?"

"I know," I said. "Do they think that's sexy?"

"Or they just wear the wrong damn shoes!"

"All the time!" I said. "Stupid strappy numbers that look like they cost £25."

"I like to fuck in expensive lingerie bought for me by fat ugly business men. I like to fuck in heels that cost more than most people's wages."

"How much did those shoes cost?"

"I don't know," said Valerie. " Probably about £500. They were bought for me by this couple."

"A couple?" I said.

"Yes. They lived in Paris. When I flew there, the husband would paid me to eat out his wife's cunt. He insisted we both wore the most expensive red shoes."

"Tell me something else," I said.

"I was once on a flight and this guy in first class was travelling with his teenage son. His son was maybe 17 and was completely fixated on me. Couldn't stop staring at my tits and arse. Eventually the Father asked me if he could pay me to take the boy's virginity. We were flying to Rome and when we got there the three of us found a cheap hotel. The father waited outside. The poor little beggar didn't even get his cock inside me. He started ejaculating as soon as I got my little puppies out of their cradle. He got virgin jizz on my sweet tits and that was it. We both lied to the father and said he performed like a stallion."

"Unbelievable."

We heard our flight was boarding on the tannoy.

"Very," said Angela. "Listen, as fun as this is, we're going to miss our flight if you don't shaft me quick. Now where we you planning on sticking that huge tool."

"You airline constantly fucks me up the arse so I want to fuck you in the arse."

Angela unclipped her bra and let her boobs fall free. She slid down her panties and got on all fours with her legs wide apart. She reached down and smeared wet cunt juice up her arse crack.

"I'm ready," she said. "Hurt me."

I slid in easily. Too fucking easy if the truth be told.

"You're a perfect fit," I lied.

"You fucking fill me right up, Captain," said Angela.

I was halfway in. I pushed home and her arse tightened around my dick. My balls hit her arse cheeks.

Angela had strong long legs and had them spread wide. She knew how to make her arse stick out and keep her back curved. The red seams on the back of her stockings were driving me wild.

"Do you get fucked up the arse often?" I asked.

"I only let Captains fuck me up the arse. Are you the Captain? Are you in charge?"

"I own you, you little skank. I might even finish before you even get to come. That will teach you."

Angela was pulling herself halfway off and then back down onto my dick. Really letting my length slide up and down inside her. I spat on my dick and her arse-hole to keep us wet. Cunt juice was glistening on my long pole.

"Don't you fucking dare. Please wait. Please let me get myself off."

"You're getting fucked by the Captain, Angela. You're just a slutty little air hostess getting fucked by your Captain."

Angela put her hand between her legs and started finger fucking her front hole. She slipped three fingers inside herself. She needed to be filled completely. "I can't believe I've got such a big dick up my arse and I'm still at work."

"Sluts like you don't know when to stop," I said.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit shit. I'm commmmming."

It was like the girl was on an electric chair. She shook and shuddered ferociously. She jigged about for a minute. Squeezing the most out of her volcanic orgasm. I held on. Just.

We heard the gate closing for our flight on the tannoy.

I pulled my dick out.

"Where?" I said.

"In my mouth, I want it all. Right now."

She spun round and knelt before me. I could see her cute, expensive heels sticking out behind her.

She got her mouth wide open like a porn star. She wanted to taste it We could both smell her arse on my dick.

I felt the spunk rush up from my balls. I aimed and let go. The shot was too much. I missed her mouth. A fucking huge load of cum plastered her left eye shut and ran down her face. A few drops landed on her tongue. In short I missed her mouth and made her look like a spunk splattered whore.

Angela was laughing her head off. "Holy fucking shit that was a HUGE load!"

"Clean up, we need to run," I said.

"See you back on the Street," said Angela.

I fucking love living on this street.

Chapter 20: Broad Daylight

Valerie lives at Number 28 Red Lion Street. I live at number 10.

You can read all of Valerie's stories here.

Two days ago Valerie rang me in the middle of the afternoon. She said, "Remind me, where, exactly, have you come on me so far?"

Valerie had been prick teasing me since I was 15. Recently she had let me come on her a few times but I didn't think she would ever let me fuck her.

"Let me see," I said. "First you sucked me off and then let me come over your white cotton blouse, then another time you let me come over your puckered arsehole and then last time you made me come onto your cunt."

"That's what I thought," said Valerie. "Listen, my husband is here and he wants me to come over to yours and get you to come on my tits then he wants me to come straight back so he can lick another man's jizz off my boobs. Is that ok?"

She really does talk like that. I felt my dick stiffen. "That's fine. When do you want to do this?" I asked.

"Right fucking now," the phone cut off. Two minutes later there was a knock at my door. I found it hard to walk to the door with my huge erection busting to get out of my jeans. I opened the door and there was Valerie.

It's hard to believe but Valerie is 50 years old. She is a phenomenal looking woman for her age. Still tight in all the places that matter. She was wear a crisp white blouse and a prim, red cardigan. She wore a smart grey work skirt, black opaque tights and bright red lace up heels. On a street full of swanky sluts, Valerie was a real touch of class.

Valerie said, "I don't want to kiss, I don't want to suck you off, I don't want any delay. I just want you to get your huge piece of meat and wank yourself hard until you blow your wad over my sexy little tits."

"Come in," I said. 

"No right here," said Valerie. "Right fucking here on your door step. Right here in broad daylight."

"You're crazy," I said. "Anybody could see. You're insane."

"That's what I want," said Valerie. "I want anyone and everyone to see. I want the neighbours to see the street slut getting sprayed. I want my husband to see me on my knees on the pavement getting a fresh load from another man."

"Jesus Christ," I said.

Valerie dropped to her knees. Her neat grey skirt rode up her thighs. She wasn't wearing tights. She was wearing hold ups. I saw a glimpse of the skin of her smooth white thighs and my dick went fully hard. Valerie unbuttoned her cardigan and blouse and showed me her black bra.

"Look at me," she said. "I'm your boyhood wet dream."

Valerie got her tits out of her bra. Valerie had small but perfect tits. I'd dreamed of coming over them for 25 years.

"I'm on my knees for you," said Valerie. "I'm here for you. What are you waiting for?"

I dropped my jeans. My giant cock sprang out.

"Suck it," I said.

"Not today, baby," said Valerie.

"Why do you haunt me? Why do you tease me so?"

"I remember when you were 15 and I was 25," said Valerie. "I used to see your virgin cock get hard as I walked passed you in my mini skirts."

"I remember," I said. "Your skirts were so tight and high, I'd never seen anything like it before."

"I loved how big your cock would grow in your school trousers."

"My mother said you were a slut," I said.

"Your mother was right," said Valerie. "I'd already had 14 lovers by the time I was 25."

"I used to go home and beat myself off thinking about you."

"I used to go home and stick three fingers in my cunt thinking about the big dicked virgin school boy from down the road."

"You dirty bitch," I said. "You always promised me you'd let me fuck you one day."

"And you will. I want you to fuck me. My husband wants you to fuck me. It will happen, but not today."

Valerie was on her knees in the street. She didn't want anything other than my cum on her tits.

She didn't want love.

She didn't want tenderness.

She just want my cum.

"I've come on your ass, I've come on your cunt, now I'm going to come on your sexy little tits. Is that it then? Then can I fuck you?" I asked.

"No, then I want you to come on my fucking face," said Valerie.

"Then can I fuck you?"

"Maybe," she said. "I'm not sure."

I looked up and down the street, about 40 feet away three workmen were getting stuff out of their van.

"Fuck, those guys are going to see us," I said.

"I hope so," said Valerie. "They could join in. It would be the best surprise for my husband if I went home with four men's spunk smeared over my titties."

"He likes that stuff does he?"

"Honey, he'd lick it up like a cat with milk. He loves his slutty wife and he loves her best with another man's cum all over her."

"You are are unbelievable," I said.

My dick was about to explode I hadn't even touched it. I knew it would burst with the slightest touch.

"What the fuck are you waiting for?" said Valerie. "I'm being a total slut for all you, all I want is your fucking load, why won't you come on me?"

"Is that what you want?"

"You know it is, I just want your load. Give me your fucking load."

"I have three days of cum stored up in here. My balls are heavy with jizz."

"Please spray me. I want cum on me now. Come on my tits."

"I'm going to baby," I said. I wrapped my hand around my shaft and started tugging.

"Come on my tits, fucking come on my tits, COME ON MY TITS!"

I felt a surge rise up from my balls. I was going to let her have it.

"Here it comes!" I cried. I was too loud I could hear the work man laughing.

"Fucking fuck I just want that cum!" cried Valerie.

I came. Hard.

Four gloomy, sloopy squirts of fat, creamy, jizz fell onto Valerie's smooth white little boobs.

"Oh Jesus,  thank you, that's just what I needed," said Valerie. The workmen cheered.

Valerie got up straightened her dress and walked back to her house and her husband. She walked past the workmen. Their jaws were hanging open. She didn't do her blouse up. Anyone could see her cum splattered tits. 

She just didn't care.

I love living on this street.