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 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 39: Feisty Submissive

Ms. F lives at number 17 with her husband.

She's 24. She dress in that slightly gothy, punky way that gives most men a hard-on even if they don't care to admit it.

She describes herself as a Feisty Submissive. I don't really know what that means either.

She phoned me up last Thursday and said, 'Captain, I have a real urge to be throat fucked.'

'Really?' I said. 'Does it have to be right now?'

'It kind of does really. Like I say, it's an urge.'

'What about your husband?'

'He says he's too busy? Come on. I'll dress up and everything.'

'Ok, ok, ok, I'll be ten minutes. Make sure your shoes look good.'

'Always.'

Ms. F only lived a few doors away. The door was ajar so I walked in.

'I'm in the kitchen!' called Ms. F.

I walked in and there she was.

Like all the best women on Red Lion Street Ms. F was built right. She wasn't the kind of girl who was going to break if you fucked her too hard. She had the sort of frame that could probably take 5 or 6 guys if she was in the mood.

She had gorgeous natural E cup tits and a nice big ass that begged to be taken roughly and fucked hard.

Ms. F had flame red hair and a small, dirty mouth. She was dressed just like you might expect a goth suburban house wife to dress for adultery on a Thursday afternoon; a tight white blouse that couldn't hold her tits, a tight corset that pulled her waist in, a cheap black skirt that was too small for her gorgeous fat ass, stockings and slutty, slutty shoes.

'Do you like?' asked Ms. F.

'I want to throw you over that washing machine, put it on to spin cycle so it vibrates your clit then ram my big swollen meat stick up your tiny little shit hole.' I said.

'Fuck that,' said Ms. F. 'I just want it in my fucking mouth. That's all I want. Put it in my mother fucking mouth.'

Ms. F dropped to her knees. 'I want nothing more or less. I want to be throat fucked right now. I want you to be rough, violent and selfish. Are you hard yet?'

'Not yet,' I said. 'I will be soon.'

'Then hurry up and put it in.I love the feeling of a soft cock growing in my mouth as I suck it. I love that moment that a blow job turns into a throat fuck.'

'Jesus,' I said. 'Are you real or did I just dream you?'

'Use me,' she said.

I unzipped my jeans. I pulled out my monster.

'I'm the biggest on the street,' I said.

'You are,' she said.

She opened wide. I was semi hard. Her mouth was warm and wet.

She had a small mouth. It's always better when their mouths are small. She took me half the way in. She felt gorgeous.

I heard a noise from the room next door. 'Shit is your husband in?' I asked.

Ms. F nodded without taking my dick out of her mouth.

'Fuck,' I said. 'He doesn't mind?'

Ms. F took my dick out of her cheap little cock and shouted to the next door. 'Hubby! The Captain is here to fuck my whore face. He wants to be sure you don't mind!'

'Whatever,' came the muffled reply.

Ms. F turned back to me and took my dick back in her mouth.

I grew quickly inside her. Ms. F pulled her blouse apart a little so I could see her tits a little more.

She pulled her skirt up a little. She had no panties on. Her pussy glistened a little.

She sucked cock really good. She was sweet and tender and dare I say it, a little loving.

This dirty housewife loved to suck dick, she lived for it.

I was fully hard inside her. Her mouth was stretched wide. She could barely take it all.

She never used her hands. She just rocked onto my mouth a little. Taking the entire length and then letting it slide back out. Gradually I started to take control. I started to dictate the rhythm.

She came off my mouth and said, 'I love this part. The moment that the control is taken from me and you take what want and just use me. I want to be used.'

'I want to use you.'

'I want to gag on your big thick cock,' she said.

'You will,' I said.

'I want to lose control I want tears streaming down my cheeks taking my mascara with it. I want you to reduce me to nothing but a warm, wet hole, existing only for your pleasure.'

'You're nothing but a cum bucket to me. A filthy, unwashed wank rag.'

'Make me frightened. Make me cry.'

And so it began. One of the nastiest, brutal face fuckings I have ever performed. I thought about how she wanted to be treated and I spared no through for her own comfort.

I grabbed the back of her head and rammed my sword back in and out of hey tiny pretty mouth. I went as deep as I could. My tip smashing the back of her mouth, my balls crashing against her chin.

When she gagged and tried to pull away I just pulled the back of her head back in so she was trapped.

She never took her eyes off me. Not once. Her eyes said, 'Stop, I hate it.' Her eyes said, 'Never stop, I fucking love it.'

She'd pulled her skirt up. She was trying to pleasure herself but she couldn't. The face fucking was too brutal. Too nasty. Too good.

Her eyes pleaded. Her eyes said, 'Use me.' Her eyes said, 'Empty yourself.' Her eyes said, 'I want it all.'

I hadn't wanked for a week. I knew I had a massive load.

I pulled out. I don't know why. Ms.F was shocked.

I exploded. Five beautiful spurts of thick lumpy cum fell on to the floor.

The jizz rained down and splattered on her kitchen floor.

'You fucking cunt!' said Ms. F. 'What the fuck did you do that for?'

'Sorry,' I said. 'Did you want it?'

'You fucking know I did you bastard!'

'Did you want it all down your throat?'

'I wanted to drink it. I wanted to gargle it in my mouth then run and show my husband whilst he was doing his DIY.'

'Then lick it up,' I said.

'What?'

'Lick it up. Lick my spunk off of your kitchen floor.'

'No.'

'I order you. Lick my spunk of your kitchen floor, you fucking whore.'

'Did you call me a whore?'

'I did.'

'I fucking love it.'

'Then lick the fucking floor clean and swallow all of my filthy seed you fucking whore.'

Ms. F got down low and licked the cum from the floor.

She stuck her arse in the air.

She never took her eyes off of me.

I fucking love living on this street.

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