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 17: The Perfect Christmas Present

Virginie lives at number 43 Red Lion Street with her husband Tony. You can read all of her stories here. They moved over from France just recently. They are good friends of mine. Tony is intelligent, kind and generous.

Virginie is slim, sassy, funny, super sexy and above all, French. Is there any such thing as a not-sexy French girl?

Virginie phoned me up last week and said, "I've been absolutely racking my brains for what to get Tony for a Christmas present. You know how to take photos don't you? Didn't you go to Art College?"

"Yes, I went to art college, I can take good photos," I said.

"In that case," said Virginie. "I think I know what I can get Tony for Christmas, something sexy, something different. Can you come round to ours this afternoon?'

When I went round, Tony wasn't there and Virginie seemed to be dressed as some kind of common Parisian street hooker. She wore a tight white vest that showed her perky young tits. She wore the shortest mini skirt with sheer seamed stockings and a red suspender belt.

On top of all that though Virginie was wearing the most ridiculous pair of stripper shoes you have ever seen in your life. They were made of the brightest patent red leather with huge platformed soles. If you had asked me I would have said this type of shoes could never be sexy. I like a girl with a classier type of heel.

But as soon as I saw Virginie's porn shoes my dick grew hard. She wore them with such grace and confidence. I wanted to fuck her. 

Virginie sat down on the sofa and picked up a camera.

"Here's my idea," said Virginie. "Tony has always wanted some sexy photos of me and I've always said no. In fact I think what he really wants is to have some really dirty porno shots of me. Do you think you could take some photos of me looking sexy for Tony?"

"It will be no problem," I said.

I took the camera and started taking photos. It was awkward at first. Virginie was my friend and this felt a little weird. She pulled her tight white top off. She let her skirt fall to the ground, she was wearing beautiful red lingerie.

I said, "I think that we would make better, sexier photos if you felt more sexy don't you?"

"Maybe," said Virginie.

"Tell me a little about what you and Tony do? Talk about how you two fuck. It might be weird but it will get us in the mood, make the photos better for Tony."

"Ok," said Virginie. "Well, me and Tony have a frank and open relationship. He likes to fuck me a lot and I like to get fucked. He likes to fuck me in hold ups and heels and I like to dress like a slut for him. That's why I got these shoes. The first time I wore them he just stood there with his mouth wide open. I got on my knees and wanked him off into my mouth."

The photos were going well. Virginie was on the sofa and had her legs high in the air. She eased her panties down her legs until they were caught around her heels. Her pussy, was clean and shaven and beautiful.

She said, "Tu aimes ce que tu vois?"

I said, "I don't speak French."

I said, "I'm surprised that Tony has never taken photos of you before like this?"

"Well you see, the truth is that he has," said Virginie. "We actually have loads of photos of me dressed like a naughty, little skank, but the difference is, this time the photos are being take by another man, when he isn't here. This will drive him wild. He will go crazy knowing one of his best friends has seen his slutty wife's fuck hole."

"Oh I see," I said. "Why did you choose me?"

"Tony saw your long, thick dick at the swimming pool once. He said he dreamed of seeing his best friend fuck his filthy wife. He thought it was the dirtiest, horniest thing that could ever happen."

"Does he let you fuck other men?" I asked, my dick getting harder all the time.

"Oh yes," replied Virginie. "We are completely liberated and free with each others sexuality. He has seen me with other men and once he and another guy DP'd me?"

"Your arse and cunt?" I asked.

"No, both of them were inside my cunt. Let's go upstairs."

Virginie lead the way up the stairs. She could barely walk in those heels. Her arse swung back and forth. I wanted to kiss it, I wanted to lick it, I wanted to eat it.

We went inside the bedroom. Virginie got up on bed and got on all fours. She stuck her arse out high in the air. I took some more photographs.

"You're arse looks beautiful," I said. "Hold it like that a while."

"Ecarte tes cuisses autant que tu peux," said Virginie.

"I don't speak French," I said. "Why am I here Virginie?"

"The only person who has ever fucked me up the arse is my husband, but I know he has dreamt and wanked about seeing another man's hug cock split my shit hole apart. I think it would be such a lovely Christmas present for my husband if you fucked my arse right now and took pictures of it."

"I might hurt you," I said.

"No you won't," said Virginie.

"How will I take pictures and fuck you at the same time?" I asked.

"I have a tripod," said Virginie.

Virginie went out to get a camera tripod. I got undressed. My cock was absolutely as hard as a diamond.

It stood up like a flagpole. You could have run the Tricolor up it.

Virginie came in and saw my fuck meat. "Holy shit!" she said. She set up the tripod and camera but could take her eyes off of my schlong.

"S'il te plait met ta bite dans mon cul!" said Virginie.

"I don't speak French but I hope you said, 'please fuck my arse,' because that's what I'm going to do."

Virginie got up on the bed and stuck her arse out for me. She got her legs wide apart and I spread her cheeks so I could see her tiny puckered arse-hole. When she had been out of the room she had clearly put some lubricant inside her rim. She was wet and ready. She was a woman who wanted it quick and fast.

She said, "Stick it in me, use me, fuck my arse."

I gripped Virginie's hips and eased my tip into her rim. She gasped at the size. She reached forward to where the camera was and pressed the shutter. After ten bleeps the shutter went off five times.

"Oh I wish my beautiful husband could be here now. I love him so much, I do this all for him," said Virginie.

I managed to work my helmet inside her rim. She yelped in pain. "I'm happy to do this for my friend," I said. "If it's what he wants then I'm happy to fuck his slutty wife."

I pushed my dick in an inch further and Virginie screamed, "C'est trop! C'est trop! C'est trop!"

"I don't speak French," I said and in one burst pushed forward so my balls slapped up against her ass.

Virginie howled like a wounded dog and I proceeded to fuck my friend's wife up the arse. In and out at a steady regular pace. "Owwwwwwwwoooohhh!" cried Virginie. She managed to reach the shutter button and take some more pictures.

"You are a fucking, filthy, dirty, slutty wife to my friend," I said.

"I know, I know," said Virginie. "I am the worst slut, the shittiest wife there ever was, or am I the best?"

Is Virginie a bad wife? Or a good wife? Would you want to marry her?

"Fuck me more, fuck me harder, use me," said Virginie. 

I gripped her hips hard and thrust in fully each time. My balls smacking against her arse. I was angry with her and in love at the same time. She had a crude, animal sexuality that made me want to fuck her selfishly.

"You've hit my A-spot you fucking English cunt!" cried Virginie. "I'm ccommmming!"

Virginie's anal sphincter gripped tight around my shaft as she came. "Jesus wept," I said.

"Ejacule moi dedans, maintenant!" said Virginie.

"I don't speak French," I said. "But I'm about to dump a filthy load of junk in your slutty arse-hole."

I let go. I hadn't wanked for a week. Gloops and gloops of thick cum pumped out. I puled my dick out to the rim so the spunk fell out of her ass-hole.

I pulled out and left her there. I got the camera and started taking pictures. Virgine made her anus pulse so more cum oozed out down her cunt and legs and stockings.

She reached round and scooped up the cum on her fingers. I kept taking pictures. My dick and her arse-hole were both leaking cum everywhere. She took some cum from her ass and put it in her mouth.

"Happy Christmas Tony," I said.

Happy Christmas Tony," said Virginie. "Now get the fuck out of our house."

Three days later I got a text message from Tony. It said, "Thanks for the Christmas present mate. It's what I always wanted."

I love living on this street.

(A note about this story. This is the first time that a story has been made from a reader's contribution and photos. Tony and Virginie sent me photos of themselves and asked me to draw them and make a story up for them. Feel free to email me if you want to do the same.)

Chapter 10: Drown the Pussy

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

You can read all of Valerie's stories here.

Valerie is a married woman of 50 but if you saw her walking down the street in her high heels you would masturbate about her all night long.

She has been prick teasing me since I was 15. Last week I over heard her telling her friends that she had had been unfaithful to her husband seven times and he knew about every one.

I phoned Valerie up and asked her if this was true. Valerie said, "My husband loves me fucking other men. Sometimes I let him watch. Sometimes I let both my husband and my lover come on my face."

"I don't believe you," I said.

"Come over now and I'll prove it."

I walked down to Valerie's house. Her front door was open. I walked upstairs to where I could hear Valerie talking. I walked into a small room and there was Valerie sitting on her office chair. Valerie wore dark black stockings and bright red heels. She had her top off and was wearing a red bra. Her skirt was hitched up and she had her legs apart and was wearing no panties.

I could see her cunt.

Valerie was on the phone. She looked at me and said, "I'm on the phone to my husband."

She talked back into the receiver, "Yes, he's here now. He is standing right in front of me. He is looking right at me and can see my bare cunt. You know the guy, he lives at number 10. The guy who always keeps looking at my arse....Yes I shaved it this morning. My cunt is bare and bald...what's that?"

Valerie said to me, "My husband want's to know if you like my cunt? He wants to know how it feels to look at a married woman's pussy, whilst she is on the phone to her husband."

"I like it," I said. "It's a beautiful cunt. I want to taste it. I want to eat it and then I want to fuck it."

"He's talking dirty to me, Derek," said Valerie into the phone. "He's talking about how he wants to eat my cunt and fuck it. What's that? Have I ever fucked him? No I have never fucked him. I let him come on my blouse once and another time I let him come over my ass crack...yes...yes you're right I should have made him lick the cum off of my ass."

Valerie pointed at her beautiful slit and said, "My husband says you can't have my cunt, not yet. He says he doesn't want you to fuck me."

"But I want to fuck you," I said. "I want to fuck you badly. I want to fuck you hard and quick and dump a nice fat load inside of you. I've wanted to fuck you since I was fifteen. Please let me fuck you, now."

"No," said Valerie. "I want you to come on me again. Only when you've come over my tits, my cunt and my beautiful face will I let you fuck me."

"Take your fucking bra off now," I said.

Valerie talked to her husband again, "I'm taking my bra of for him right now, husband. I'd show my tits to almost anyone, I don't care."

Valerie unhooked her red bra and threw it to the ground. "Get your cock out, right now. Wank yourself whilst you look at me."

No woman should have tits that look like Valerie's at the age of 50. She had gorgeous, big natural tits that still held firm.

I had my erect cock out and was wanking myself off.

"He's bigger than you husband," said Valerie. "He's much, much bigger than your stupid little dick, husband. I would love him to fuck me but today he's just going to come on me."

"You filthy fucking bitch," I said.

"Where do you want to come on me. Do you want to jizz on my face? Or spray my tits with fresh spunk or come on my neat 50 year old cunt?"

"I'd love to shoot over your face. I'd love to see my gloopy jizz dripping from your chin. You would look beautiful with my spunk on your lips...

but... 

I'd love to spray your fantastic rack and make sure you got a big load that ran down inbetween your boobs...

but...

There's something so odd and exotic about cumming on your cunt without actually getting to fuck you. I want to come on your cunt, I want to drown your pussy in jizz."

"Do it," said Valerie. "Come on my cunt. I want you to. My husband wants you to."

I got in close and started to wank myself furiously. "I'm going to fucking come on you, you filthy whore. I hope your husband can hear what I'm saying. I hope he's enjoying the sound of another man wanking over his wife."

"He can hear," said Valerie. "and he loves it too. He's wanking himself hard and calling me a filthy, slut wife down the phone."

"This is so wrong. I'm going to come," I said.

"Do it, let go!" she said.

It's beautiful when you let go. I aimed my cock and shot a nice filthy load of junk over her pussy. Some of my spunk went on to her stockings and dripped down her thigh.

"He came on me husband, he fucking came on me. Are you coming too? Are you coming too husband? That's it baby, go on, fucking go, let it go."

Valerie was smearing spunk into her skin whilst her husband wanked himself off on the other end of the phone.

Valerie looked at me and said, "Get out of my fucking house."

I love living on this street.

Chapter 3: Who Does That?

I live at No 10 Red Lion Street. Two doors down from me at No 14 is a student's house. The students change quite often.

Read all of Cate's stories here

Cate lives there now.

We get on quite well. I help her with her course work.

One evening I went round her house. She was dressed in a neat black skirt on top. She had her usual shock of red hair. She wore high heels and anyone would be able to see that she was wearing sheer stockings.

"Don't you mind people staring at you when you dress like that?" I asked Cate.

"I fucking love it," said Cate. "I love making the young men stare. I love making the old men stiff inside their pants." She giggled and threw her long sexy legs onto the sofa.
"I know you like looking at my legs too," she said.

From where I was sitting I could see her stocking tops and a small glimpse of her bare arse cheeks.

"You're a friend, but yes you make me hard sometimes and you know you do," I said. "I guess what I really meant was, do you wear stockings for yourself or for the men?"

"It's both. I love the feeling of smooth stockings on my legs. It makes me feel like a woman and not a girl. It makes me feel powerful. I love the cool feeling when the tops of my thighs touch each other. But I know what men like too. I know they like this."

Cate turned around on the sofa and got her arse in the air.
It was easy to see the bare tops of her thighs and her skirt rode up so I could see smallest glimpse of her red panties.

"Men like this," continued Cate. "They love where the stocking's end and the arse starts. They love the fact that there would always be easy access to my sweet cunt and arse should I ever let them. I love walking down the street and seeing their pricks getting hard in their trousers. Sometimes I even pull my skirt up briefly to let them catch a glimpse of my red panties."

"Show me a little more of those red panties, Cate." I said.

"You are a filthy old fucker aren't you."

Cate stood up and slowly unzipped her skirt a little so I could see her pretty red panties.

I am certain she could see my dick getting harder. She was teasing me.

"You know what men also like to do with stockings?" I ventured.

"No, tell me."

"They like to come on them."

"Fuck off," said Cate.

"No really," I said. "Some men love nothing better than to wank over a woman's stockings."

"Really?" said Cate. "Who does that?"

"Lot's of men."

"What about you?" asked Cate. "Would you like to come over my stockings? Is that something you'd like to do? Let your spunk drip on to my long smooth legs and ruin my nylons?"

"Yes I would. I would love that."

Cate looked at me. I looked at her. A moment passed.

"Do it, " said Cate. "Do it you filthy old man. You dirty fuck. Come over this young student's pretty stockings."

I had my dick out. I was stroking it's long length. Cate laid herself out on the sofa and crossed and uncrossed her long legs. She stroked her beautiful nylons.

"Do you want it?" I asked.

"You're fucking massive. I want to see it explode. I want your cum to shoot on to me."

She lifted her top. I saw her soft young stomach and her tiny red bra.

"Let it go," cried Cate.

I did. I let it go. I shot cum over this beautiful young student. My jizz fell onto her long stockinged legs. Some fell onto the sofa.

"Oh you filthy fucker!" she cried in joy. "You dirty, dirty old man."

I fucking love living on this street.