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 31: Harper Eliot

Harper Eliot lives at number 9 Red Lion Street. She is big in the places you want her to be. Her tits are massive and her gorgeous arse cheeks swing from side to side. She makes all the old men hard. Her face is kind and patient and her hair is long and red.

You can read the rest of her stories here. Harper is real, she actually exists. You can visit her own blog here.

She has only just moved to Red Lion Street in the last few weeks. No-one knows anything about her or what she does. She looks young but I couldn't say exactly how old she was. Some say they have seen her hanging around with men too old for her.

I left my house one morning and found her standing outside. She wore a black dress and cute Mary Jane shoes with a strap and medium heels. She wore dark nylon tights.

Harper turned and looked at me. Her face was hard to read. She looked like she wanted something.

In her hand she held a sweet wrapper. She dropped it onto the pavement, on purpose.  'Oops,' she said, like a bad actress.

I looked at the wrapper. I pulled my eyes up past her tits and back to her face. 'Pick it up,' I said.

'No,' said Harper. She shook her head slowly. Like a spoilt child.

Something stirred in my crotch. You know what.

Instinct told me what to say. I didn't know exactly what Harper wanted but I knew my next line.

'Are you...bad?'

'Very.'

'How old are you?' I asked.

'How old do you think?' she said.

I don't like the age guessing game and ignored her counter question. 'Pick up that litter,' I repeated.

'I will not.'

'Listen, if you do not pick that sweet wrapper up I will have to...' our roles had been cast. I just had to cross the line, '...punish you.'

'Yes,' said Harper.

'Yes what?'

'Yes....Sir.'

'Get inside my house, now. Let's deal with this inside.'

I held the door open and Harper walked past me into my house. I followed her and watched her arse. My dick hardened.

It was a little forced the way she walked. She wanted me to look. She wanted this old man to stare.

'Go into the kitchen,' I said.

I went into the dining room and got a straight backed wooden chair. I took it into the kitchen. Harper leant against the counter. I slammed the chair down in front of her so it made a sharp, loud sound on the granite floor. 'Sit down!'

Harper sat on the chair. Her legs were close together. Her hands were by her side.

'Straighten your back, child,' I said.

Harper sat up straight. She pushed her tits out proudly. She looked like a schoolgirl trying to get Teacher's attention.

'Cross your legs.'

Harper crossed her legs, slowly. The nylon between her thighs made a soft 'shffft' sound.

'Cross them the other way.'

Harper uncrossed her legs then crossed them again. The nylon between her thighs made another soft 'shffft' sound. I could see a little more leg. My dick stiffened.

'Place your hands on your thighs', I prepared to cross another line. 'You insolent, ignorant girl.'

Harper placed her hands on her thighs. She bit her bottom lip. She never once took her eyes off mine.

'Why do you dress like that?' I asked.

'There's something wrong with the way I dress?'

There wasn't anything wrong with the way she dressed. Every time I saw a boundary in front of me, Harper just held the door open.

'You're dressed like a silly slut. Showing off your tits and arse like that. Making all the old men's dicks hard.'

'I'm sorry.'

'Sorry, what?'

'No.'

'Sorry...Master?'

'Yes.'

'Get on your knees.'

'Is the floor...clean?'

'I don't think so.'

Harper got on her knees. She looked up at me.

'All fours.'

Harper was on her hands and knees. Her beautiful ass and heels behind her. Her boob cleavage swinging beneath her cute face.

'Is the floor dirty?' I asked.

'A little bit, yes. It's a little bit dirty.' It wasn't.

I got a wet sponge from the sink and threw it at her.

'Clean it.'

Harper scrubbed the floor.

'How old are you?' I asked again.

'How old do you think I am?' said Harper as she scrubbed my kitchen floor.

'I think you're young, but you have the confidence of a woman. I don't know, 24 maybe? How old do you think I am?' I asked her back.

'I don't care,' said Harper.

'I'm 41.'

'I don't care.'

'I could be your father.'

'I know.'

'How do you like being ordered about by an old man you just met in the street? How do you like being told to scrub his kitchen floor? How do you like kneeling down there with your arse sticking out for me to see?'

'I like it all very much, sir.'

I walked round behind her. I wanted to stare at her arse. I wanted to fuck her up the arse, I wanted to cum in her arse. More than that; I wanted to kneel down, pull down her nylons, spread her cheeks and run my tongue up the entire length of her butt crack, from her juicy cunt right along her tiny shit hole and up to the base of her spine. 

'Hitch up your dress, slut. Let me see it.'

Harper reached round behind her and pulled her dress up over her butt cheeks.

Her nylon pantyhose were stretched tight over her giant globes. She wasn't wearing any panties. I could see her beautiful bald cunt.

I could smell her.

'Jesus, shit. No panties,' I said.

'Nope, no panties,' said Harper.

'Have you ever been arse fucked, little girl?'

'No,' She said. 'I'm an arsehole virgin. One boy tried and failed.'

Harper carried on scrubbing the floor. Her tits swung.

'My dick is close to ten inches long when it's fully hard. No matter what happens I could never fuck you up the arse.'

'Yes, you could. You could fuck me up the arse.'

'I'm too big for you. I'd hurt you.'

'I don't care. I want you to. I want you to fuck me up the arse, Sir.'

'No.'

'Fuck you.'

'You filthy little whore, don't speak to me like that. I won't allow it.'

'Sorry, Sir.' There were a few moments of silence that followed. Neither of us knowing what to do next. I unzipped my jeans. My dick sprang out, huge and erect. I was still behind Harper. She couldn't see it but she heard the zipper. She sighed and said, 'Spank me.'

I didn't hesitate. I bent down and spanked her across her arse.

'Again,' she said.

I spanked her harder.

'Again,' she said.

I spanked her as hard as I could and left red marks on her butt.

'You need to be punished for dropping that litter,' I said.

'I'm scrubbing your floor. I'm on my knees. You've spanked me. Isn't that enough?'

'No,' I said. I walked round in front of her with my dick sticking out like a flag pole.

'Jesus fucking Christ you weren't joking,' said Harper.

'Have you ever had a man twice your age haul you in off the street, get you on all fours and then jerk off in your face?'

'No,' she said. 'I'm still young. I'm a cumface virgin.'

I started to slowly beat myself off. I moved in closer. Lady Grinning Soul stopped scrubbing but knelt there looking up at me and my dick.

'How would you feel if I came on your face right now?'

'I would feel humiliated. I would feel degraded. I would feel alive.'

'Ask me, beg me.'

'Please come on my face, Sir.'

'Not sir.'

'Please come on my face...Master?'

'No.'

'Please come on my face...Daddy?'

Jesus Christ I was getting close to the edge, 'Beg.' I said.

'Please come on my face, Daddy. Please dump a huge messy load on my filthy, young face.'

I looked down at her eyes, pleading for my seed. I looked down at the biggest, most beautiful tits.

'How old are you?' I asked.

'21'

21. Holy crap. It was too much. I let go. I came hard. A string of spunk went across her left eye. A second shot landed on her mouth and chin. A third blast went on her mouth too. The spunk collected together and started to fall from her chin onto her tits.

'Thank you Daddy.'

Harper went to clean herself up.

'Don't clean yourself. Leave my jizz on your face. Walk down the street with my cum on your lips and never ever drop litter again.'

'Yes Daddy.' Harper got up, straightened her skirt and walked out of the house, swinging her hips as she went.

I fucking love living on this street.