Chapter 44: Shopping with Kelly

Kelly lives at number 40 Red Lion Street with her parents. You can read all of her stories here. Every morning I see her clip-clopping down the street on her high heels. She goes to work wearing mini skirts and tight tops. She always has.

A few weeks ago I found her in the Red Lion Pub in a see-through dress with two leaking cocks in each hand. I was completely shocked. Kelly has a fiancé and despite her short slutty skirts I always through she was a good girl.

Yesterday I saw her strutting down the local high street. She wore her usual black high heels and a tight black mini. Her white top was far too tight and I could see her pink bra poking out over the top.

'Hello Kelly,' I said.

'Hello,' Kelly giggled.

'How are you Kelly?'

'i'm g8 thanks Captain, jus off 2 work, booooo thumbs down!'

She actually talks like this. She thinks in text.

'Did you get home ok the other night?'

'erm.... oh god were u there?' did you see me? i was soooo drunk. i cant remember much'

'I found you there with a strippers cock in each hand. Your face was covered in goo, Kelly! What were you thinking? I thought you were engaged?'

'omg!!!' Kelly didn't know where to look. 'Oh my god oh my god please dont tell anyone!! you havent told anyone have you?????'

'I won't but, shit Kelly. Why do you do things like that? I thought you were good.'

'i am mostly, but im tired of it. i love the attention i get wen I'm bad.'

I looked Kelly up and down. Her skin was orange from fake tan. Her hair was black and straightened. She had a little too much make up on.

'Why do you dress that way for work Kelly? Don't you know that the men will stare?'

'i love when they stare, thats what i want, i crave the attention' said Kelly.

'You know that men go home and wank about you Kelly don't you? You know that men close their eyes and think of you as they fuck their fat, old wives.

Kelly looked down and then up like a shy child.

'yes i do n i love it, i go on msn and talk to them n help them get off'

'You talk filth to strangers at work? Do you finger yourself Kelly? Do you wank at your desk?"

'hell yes i do, i love jamming my fingers in my bald pussy at my desk as i show em pics of myself n talk nasty to em'

'Kelly?'

'yes?'

'Tell me honestly. Are you wearing any panties right now?'

Kelly giggled.

'Kelly?'

Kelly shook her head.

I grabbed Kelly's arm tightly and marched her down the high street. She came reluctantly. 'Jesus Christ Kelly, you can't walk around town in a skirt that short with no panties on. I'm going to buy you some panties right now. Where do you buy your panties?"

'Primark usually'

'You need to spend more on your panties, little girl.' I marched her into Primark. It must have looked weird: A 41 year old man with a tarty 23 year old chav. She certainly didn't look like my daughter.

'Choose some panties, quickly.' I said.

'i usually wear thongs'

'Pink?'

'yes i love barbie pink'

'Cheap slag.'

I bought Kelly a pink thong. It cost £3 and I pulled her out of the shop. Kelly look shamefaced but she didn't fight me. 'Put these on now, Kelly.' I said holding out the cheap, tacky panties.

Kelly took the panties and bent over and got them around her high heels. She pulled them up keeping her legs straight. People in the street stared at this young tramp getting dressed in broad daylight.

"I just spent £3 on you, what do I get in return?' I wasn't sure why I said it.

'well it sounds like you already owed me for the show i put on for u at the pub'

'I bought you your cheap Primark panties, what do I get back, slut?' Our roles were being cast.

'i'm a slut now am i mister?? well would you like to finger this young sluts bald pussy down a dingy alley as payment for my new cheap thong?'

'Shit, you are piece of filth Kelly. I have a good mind to take you home to your parents and tell them everything.'

'. .ooohhh ye u gunna expose me n shame my family name mister? go on go ahead!!'

'You'd like that would you? Me letting the whole town know that you're a dirty, little, piece of fuckmeat?'

'ye i fuckin wud so i can start afresh n go n be a glamour model or a babestation girl on tv'

'You want the world to see your cunt and tits is that it Kelly?'

'omg yes i want my pretty barbie face splashed across lads mags.'

I'm not joking. She really does talk like this. I'll prove it to you.

'If you'd let me finger you for a £3 thong, what would you do if I bought you a dress?'

'hehehe hmmm now were talkin! how bout a gob job?'

'Show me a dress you want.'

This time Kelly took my arm and led me to a shop. It was a shop run by some chavvy reality show personality. Some plastic titted dolly with a make up plastered face. Kelly took me in and showed me her favourite dress.

It was a tight cream number. She thought it was classy and expensive. I still thought it was cheap and nasty. My dick was getting hard.

'Try the dress on,' I told her.

Kelly went behind a changing curtain. She left it open a bit so I could see her getting changed inside, slipping off her mini. Sliding into her dress.

She came out.

This cheap little small town skank looked like a fucking goddess.

The dress hugged her young tits perfectly.

The dress clung her tight at the waist and showed off her beautiful arse.

'Turn around,' I said.

I wanted to fuck Kelly hard there and then.

I wanted to fuck her hard in the high street and take photos and put them up on every porn website in the world.

I wanted to fuck my high street tramp.

'Leave the dress on,' I said.

I paid and we left.

'omg fuckin love the dress fanx,' said Kelly.

Everybody stared at the big titted slut-child standing next to me. She had squeezed her D cup tits into a c cup bra just like all the young tarts from the estate do. The more I looked at her sweet whore face the more I realised how much make up she was wearing.

It had been plastered on with a trowel.

'So now I've bought you a dress you'd let me shove my dick in your gob?'

'ye why not,' Kelly shrugged like it was nothing.

'You'd let me stuff my cock in between your filthy lips and blast my load? You'd swallow my old man junk?'

'oh fuck ye ive wanted to eat old man sperm for ages. i love my old men on msn.'

She isn't joking.

'How do you like your semen, little girl?'

'well i kinda love it wen a guy has lumpy nasty spunk, like thik n lumpy, and i just love it wen it has a tinge of yellow n not totes white'

'Do you like it when the little bits stick to your skin Kelly?'

'omg yes n i love it wen i can squij the lumps between my teeth'

'I want to come on your nasty fucking face, Kelly. What do I have to do to spray my cum all over your filthy, little whore face.'

'how about a bag of chips?'

'If I bought you a bag of chips you'd let me throw a load over your eyes, nose and mouth?'

'omg yes u can even take pics of me mister'

I took her to the chip shop. I bought her chips. She ate them and looked at me whilst she put them in her cock sucking mouth.

'What now?" I asked.

'Slap your big old man dick around my dumb, orange barbie face around the back of Argos.'

That was the filthiest thing anyone had ever said to me.

We walked around to the back of Argos. Kelly picked a spot that she seemed to know. She squatted down and threw the chip carton to one side.

I undid my belt. I unleashed my dick.

'shit mister!!!!'

'Its ten fucking inches, Kelly.'

'this little barbie girl wants 10 inches in her throat'

'Look at my big dick, little girl.'

Kelly literally licked her lips.

'take my pretty face mister'

Kelly squatted in front of me, her big, pink lips were smiling wide.

I slapped my dick against Kelly's cheek. Slapped it round her face. She tried to get in her mouth. I wouldn't let her.

'mmmmmm yes slap my pretty fucking face. ooo ye slap my barbie face. jam it in my gob. i want it now.'

Her eyes were always looking up

'facefuck me' she said

I reach down and grabbed her hair. I pulled her hair hard. I pulled her to me.

'omg by the way i love never breaking eye contact with u,' said Kelly.

'Are you good at sucking dick, Kelly?  I asked. 

'The secret is to make a lot of noise,' said Kelly. 'Pervs luv that.'

Kelly leant forward and went onto all fours. She pushed her arse out in the air. I could see her high heels behind her.

She was ready.

She opened her mouth wide.

I rammed my massive swollen shaft into her slutty gob. 

I stuffed my meat into her mouth.

I grabbed the back of her head and pushed my shaft all the way in.

Kelly was gagging but she didn't fight.

It was the roughest meanest face fuck I'd ever given. I fucked her face like it was a cunt.

She looked at me and made a lot of noise. She sounded like an LA pornstar, slurping and glugging on my dick.

I knew what she wanted to hear. She wanted names.

'You dirty little street whore.'

Kelly took my dick out and gasped 'omg yes!'

'With your stupid made up face and your cheap fake tan.'

My dick was back inside her mouth. Kelly started pulling the straps of her dress down.

She pulled her tits out of her dress and bra roughly. She pulled and played with them. Gag slime was hanging off her chin.

'You're the sort of girl whose supposed to serve me burgers and here you are sucking my dick for a bag of chips. You're a dirty piece of filth Kelly.' I said.

'I'm going to tell your mum.'

'I'm going to tell your dad.'

'I'm going to tell your fiancé.'

'They will all know.'

Kelly just kept looking up at me, playing with her tits. Gagging on my dick.

'Kelly is the dirtiest, most depraved wannabe glamour model in the whole town.' I said. 'She'd fuck anybody for a bag of chips.'

Kelly put her hands by her side and pushed her tits out. I reached down and mauled them like pieces of meat.

I pinched the nipples hard.

I slapped them. I slapped Kelly's tits really hard so they banged into each other. They shook and wobbled.

My dick was so far in her gob. I looked down and said, 'Want me to slap your face, dirtbag?'

Kelly nodded. Snot was coming out of her nose.

I slapped her face, hard. Her eyes well up.

'Do you want my junk Kelly?' I asked. I was breathless. Kelly could only blink.

'I want to come on your face and your new dress. I want to ruin it for you.'

Glug.

'You're just a cum rag to me. A piece of filthy cloth that I wank on and throw away.'

Slurp.

'I want to use you.'

'Fucking reach round and cup my balls you chav slag. Do it. Now.'

Kelly reached round and cupped them and that's all I needed. 

I fucking came.

I pumped a little down Kelly's throat before pulling out and spraying her.

Cum splattered on her face. Some spunk got in her hair.

I aimed my dick lower and got a big nasty gloop on left tit and then finally I managed to aim some at her brand new dress.

I ruined Kelly's new party frock.

Cum fell from Kelly's chin in big lumpy gloops. Kelly smiled. She smiled like a child with a present.

'mmmm do i still look pretty mister?'

I looked down. Kelly had too much make up on. Her cheap Primark bra was squashed down under her cum splattered tits. She had lumpy jizz over her face and in her hair. She was a fucking mess.

'Yes,' I said, 'You still look pretty.'

I love living on this street.

Chapter 43: Swapsies

I live at no 10 Red Lion Street. Stephanie and Rob live at number 42.

Read all of Stephanie's stories here

They are newly married. Their marriage is in free fall. They are out of control.

Stephanie is that rare thing, a woman with a truly insatiable sexual appetite. Her husband isn't enough for her. No man could be. She wants cock day and night and will do anything she can to get it.

She found three big dicked black guys on the internet. She took them to a hotel. She got filled in every hole. She took photos. Read about it here.  

She put the photos in a place where her husband would find them.

He found them. Stephanie just doesn't care what she does.

Rob came to me in tears. I told him him to fuck the pain away. I took him to the local prostitute.

You can read about that here.

Rob phoned me up yesterday. 'I have to thank you,' he said.

'What for?'

'You saved my marriage.'

'I can't see how,' I said. 'What happened?'

'After I fucked that prostitute I was distraught. I didn't know what to do. I lay on the kitchen floor crying my heart out. Stephanie came home and found me. I told her everything, that I'd found the photos, that I'd fucked a prostitute in revenge. She smiled from ear to ear.'

'You have a strange wife, Rob,' I said.

'She said that now we could be truly in love. Truly liberated. We could fuck whoever we want forever. She said this was true marriage, true love, absolute trust.'

'She's insane.'

'I love her, I can't let her go,' said Rob. 'She wants you to have dinner with us tonight. She wants to say thank you for taking me to a prostitute.'

'Shit, er, ok.'

'Do you know that expensive Italian in town?'

I did. I'd heard all about this place. Read about it here.

'Bring a date,' said Rob. 'Do you know anyone submissive?'

'I know a few.'

'Bring one.'

I put the phone down. This was going to be an adventure. This is the sort of activity I was trying to quit. I thought of all the girls on Red Lion Street. I phoned up Ms. F at number 17. Read about her here.

'Want to come to dinner tonight with me, Steph and Rob,' I asked.

'Do you want me to bring my husband?'

'I don't think so.'

'Is something filthy going to happen? Are you going to order me to do stuff?'

'Almost definitely.'

'Let me ask,' Ms. F put her hand over the receiver and shouted out to her partner. 'Husband? Captain Shame wants  me to go on a double date with him. I think he wants to order me to fuck or suck someone, can I go?'

I heard a muffled "whatever" from Ms. F's husband.

'OK I'm in,' said Ms. F. 'What should I wear?'

'Dress like a slut on her pay day,' I said.

'Pick me up at 8pm.'

Ms. F was a vision when I met her, a complete goddess, wide fuckable hips, big E cup tits. She wore a tight red dress with a tight corset. She wore a collar, nylon hold ups and high, red, patent leather shoes.

I wanted to throw her on the ground and fuck her on the pavement in the street.

I knew she would have let me.

We got to the restaurant. Ms. F dressed provocatively but Steph completely crossed the line.

She wore black heels and dark opaque hold ups. 

But shit.

Holy shit.

Jesus fuck.

The dress. 

 

Stephnie was wearing a completely see-through, nylon dress.

The type you only see in filth shops.

I'd never seen a girl wear one in public.

You could see her bra and tits. You could see her panties. Everyone stared, even Ms. F. "Holy crap," she said.

Stephanie is a pretty blonde with a perfect body who will fuck anything. They really do exist.

We sat down and ate our starters. We talked gossip about the street. We tried to guess who had made Reese pregnant.

Rob kept looking at Ms. F's perfect rack. I kept staring at Steph's sweet cock sucking mouth.

High heeled shoes kept caressing my leg. I couldn't always work out whose.

Rob said to me, "So Ms. F will do as you say?"

"I think so," I said.

"Try something."

"Ms. F, hitch your skirt up. Touch your cunt."

"Yes," she said. Ms. F fidgeted in her seat but eventually got her dress up round her ass. She put her hand inside her panties. She finger fucked herself at the dinner table.

"Shit," said Rob. "Can I ask her something?"

"Do as Rob says," I said to Ms. F.

"Pull down the top of your dress. Scoop your breasts out of your bra. Show me and my wife your tits."

Ms. F looked horrified. We were in a restaurant. We were stuck in a corner but still; people would see.

She unbuttoned her dress.

She pulled down the straps.

She heaved her huge boobs out of their holsters.

She looked fucking magnificent.

Fucking gorgeous E cup tits. Me, Rob and Steph all stared.

The waiters collected our plates. They didn't even bat an eyelid.

2More?" I said.

"More," said Rob.

"More," said Steph.

"More!" said Ms. F.

"Get under the table," said Rob. 'Suck me.'

Ms. F looked at me. I nodded yes.

Ms. F slid off the chair and disappeared under our table.

I heard Rob's fly unzip. I saw his mouth open and his eyes roll.

2Sweet Jesus," he said.

His wife sat next to him and held his hand. She said, "Is my baby getting sucked off good?"

"I'm growing in her mouth," gasped Rob.

"She likes that," I said.

We all heard a gargled sound from under the table. Ms. F mouth was full of dick.

Our courses arrived.

I looked under the table.

Fuck, what a gorgeous sight.

Ms. Fs big arse was encased in beautiful lace panties. Her skirt was hitched up. Her stockinged legs and heels were all exposed.

Her mouth was full of dick.

I said, "Ms. F hurry up or your dinner will get cold."

Steph said to Rob, "Is she good?"

Rob said, "Jesus, shit, she's good."

Steph said, "Is she better than me, husband?"

Rob said, "I'm sorry but yes, she is. She's so fucking good. She is better than you, wife. So much better. I'm sorry."

Steph said, "Come in her her mouth, Come on her face. Do it for me. Make me happy."

Rob moaned, "Fuck, fuck, fuck."

From under the table we heard Ms. F cry out a garbled "fuck."

Two minutes later Ms. F reappeared from under the table.

Her tits were still out. She had a mass of cum all around her mouth. It was running off her chin onto her perfect fat tits.

"Shit," she said. 'He came so hard it all burst out of my mouth. I wanted to swallow it all but I couldn't. I have cum everywhere."

"Don't clean you face," I said. "Leave your tits out. Eat your dinner."

"Shit," said Rob.

"Fuck", said Steph.

We sat their and ate our dinner. We talked about art and history. Ms. F just sat there with her big cum drenched jugs out on display.

Ms. F talked normally to Steph with Steph's husband's jizz smeared over her slutty face.

Beautiful.

We finished the main courses and ordered coffees. The waiters took our plates away.

The waiters must have noticed our cum splattered whore but never said anything.

I felt Steph's sharp stiletto heel rub up my leg.

"Rob?" I asked.

"Yes?"

"I wondered if you'd mind if I stick my dick down your wife's throat?"

"I'm not her keeper. She's her own woman. Ask her." 

"Steph..I.."

Steph didn't wait to be asked. She slid under the table.

She unzipped me. I was so fucking hard. I sprang out.

She ran my dick around her face.

She kissed it.

She licked it.

Fuck.

She put my swollen fuck stick inside her dirty, filthy, cock sucking gob.

It was fucking heaven.

I looked under the table and Steph looked up at me as she licked my bell end.

Steph is the kind of girl who always looks up at you when she sucks dick. She knows how important the eye contact is.

She really is fucking beautiful.

Her fantastic arse was out behind her. She arched her back.

Her eyes wanted to please.

"Fucking use me," said Steph. "Use my mouth as a fucking cum bucket."

"How are you ever going to hold on to your wife Rob?" I asked.

"By letting her have whatever she wants," said Rob.

Ms. F reached over and grabbed my hand. "I'm wet. Can I play?"

"Yes," I said. Ms. F put her hand inside her panties.

Rob was wanking himself hard again too.

Everyone was getting theirs.

"What makes you come darling?" asked Steph.

"Cup my balls. Reach round and touch between my ball sack and my arse. It's like a fucking switch. I will erupt."

Steph took my balls into her hand. She reached under and touched behind my sack. She deep throated me.

I looked up at Rob. He said, "Let go."

I came so fucking hard. Every drop jetted down into her unfaithful mouth.

"I just came in your wife's mouth," I said to Rob.

"Thank you," said Rob.

"Fuck," said Ms. F. She might have been coming herself. Her tits were shaking.

Steph came up from under the table.

She looked gorgeous.

"Watch," she said.

Steph let cum dribble out of her chin and fall down onto her see-through nylon dress.

A drop landed on her right tit.

"What a slut," I said.

"I know," said Rob.

I'm starting to like living on this street again.

(Ms. F is real and has her own blog http://redkinkdiaries.wordpress.com/)