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.

Chapter 24: Nurse Cate

I live at number 10 Red Lion Street. Chris lives at number 29 Red Lion Street with his wife Reese

Chris fucked a prostitute, Eloise who lives at number 45.

Reese found out and as revenge asked me to fuck her in her wedding dress and take photographs. You can read about that here.

Are you keeping up?

Yesterday there was a knock at the door. I opened the door and it was Chris. He was mad. I knew he'd found out.

"You fucked my wife? In her wedding dress?"

Before I could think his fist lashed out. He punched me hard and square in the face. 

I fell back into the house. I was out cold.

I don't know how long I lay there unconscious for. 

Slowly I started to come round. My head was pounding. I felt like my skull had been split in two.

I was aware that I had been moved. I was no longer in the hallway. I could sense I was in my living room. Cushions had been propped behind my head. 

My vision was blurred. There was someone else in the room with me. I could make out a shape moving.

Slowly I regained focus.

It was Cate. Cate lives at number 14 Red Lion Street.

Cate was standing there in a nurse uniform. It was too short and too tight. 

Cate is not a nurse. I thought I may be hallucinating.

Cate wore white stockings and I could see her garter belt and her smooth white thigh skin beneath her hemline. She wore shiny black stilettos and as always her hair was a brilliant flame red.

"Wh..wh..what are you doing here? Why are you dressed like that?" I asked.

"You're hurt. You needed a nurse, so I came," Cate replied.

"But, you're not a nurse," I said.

"I can be," she replied. "I will be, for you, today."

My head throbbed with pain. "Ow," I said.

"What happened here?" said Cate. She sat down. Her legs were beautiful, long and smooth. 

Could it be possible that I was half concussed and getting a hard on at the same time?

"Chris came round and punched my lights out," I said.

"Why?" asked Cate.

"Because I fucked his wife in her wedding dress and took photos. She must have showed him the photos. She said she was going to."

"Holy fucking christ. Why did she do that? Why did YOU do that?"

"She did it because Chris had slept with Eloise, the prostitute at number 45. I did it because, well, I don't know. I guess I did it because Reese has the most heavenly, massive natural boobs and I wanted to see them bounce up and down as I rammed my dick inside her."

"Wow," said Cate. "I would have loved to have seen you fucking Reese. Her tits are fucking beautiful and your dick is huge. I bet it made an awesome sight. But also I would have loved to have seen Chris fucking that whore, Eloise. She's got a massive arse and I've heard Chris is hung like a fucking Giraffe. I bet he tore that skanky slut to shreds."

Cate had sat on my big leather chair. She had eased her legs apart. She was wearing dark red panties. She knew I could see. She wanted me to see.

She undid the top button of her nurse uniform.

"Is it making you horny?" I asked.

"Yes," said Cate. "All this depravity right on my door step. People on this street just can't stop fucking and doing the wrong thing. It's like they put something in the water."

"Why are you here, Cate?" I asked. "Why are you dressed up like a nurse? Why are you showing me your panties?" Why are you unbuttoning your dress?"

"Do you want me to nurse you?" said Cate. "Do you want me to make you better?"

"Yes, please," I said.

"Where does it hurt?" asked Cate.

"Here," I said, point to my head.

"But more than that, I feel tense. I'm in shock. I need...something to relax me," I said.

"I can help you relax," said Cate. She undid some more buttons of her dress. I could tell she wasn't wearing a bra. She didn't need to. "Reese and Eloise may have the biggest, natural tits on the street but I'm not jealous. I know what my perky little girls can do. My small tits make men hard. They make you hard."

"They do," I said. "They're making me hard now. It's making me dizzy all this blood rushing to my dick."

"Don't worry honey," said Cate. "Here comes the red cross."

Cate pulled her dress down from her shoulders. Her small tits were free. She had taped red crosses onto both of her nipples. It looked hilarious.

Cate kept her legs apart. She stared me straight in the eye. She didn't say a word for a few minutes. My dick was fully erect in side my jeans.

"Nurse," I said. "I feel so tense, I need to rest. Make me better."

"I know what to do," said Cate.

"What?" I asked.

"I'm going to slip out of this tight, nurses uniform. Then I'm going to crawl over to you on my hands and knees in my cute heels and stick my arse high in the air. You'll take your jeans off. I won't put you in my mouth and I won't fuck you. You're not well enough for that."

"What, will you do then?"

"I'm going to give you the best hand job of your life."

"How can you be so sure?" I asked. "I've had some pretty good hand jobs."

"Take your jeans off," said Cate. "Wait and see."

Whilst still lying on the floor I pulled off my jeans and underpants. My giant dick sprang out.

Cate stood up. She let her nurse dress fall to the floor and then stepped out of it. She was gorgeous, young and supple. She got down on her knees. She went on all fours. She crawled towards me like a cat.

She pushed her arse up high in the air.

Sometimes all you need is a good hard screw.

Sometimes all you need is to stick your dick in some beauties' mouth and let go.

Sometimes all you need is to lie on your back and have some angel beat you off.

Cate knew exactly what I needed today.

She was right in front of me.

"I can smell your dick," she said.

She took my dick in just one of her hands. She let my shaft go between her middle two fingers. It was an unusual technique.

"Think about something nice, whilst I wank you," said Cate.

"Like what Nurse?" I asked.

"Think about the time I let you cum all over my black stockings," said Cate.

Read about that here.

I thought about my jizz on her long, stockinged legs and felt the spunk rise up from my balls.

Cate wanked me a little harder, a little firmer.

"Think about the time you watched me licking Stephanie's cunt through her window," said Cate.

Read about that here.

I thought about Cate with her mouth all wet from Stephanie's snatch.

I knew I was going to shoot soon. I felt my balls tighten. Cate kept jerking me off.

"Think about that time you fucked my cousin up the ass and let your jizz fall onto my glasses," said Cate.

Read about that here.

I thought about my jizz falling and splashing on Cate's pretty face.

"Come on honey," said Cate. "Let it all out. You'll feel so much better."

I let go. Four beautiful arcs of cum jetted into the air.

"Nurse!" I cried.

Cate smiled throughout.

I had cum on my dick and balls and leg. Cate had cum on her hand.

"Clean me Nurse," I said. Cate licked her hand clean and then she got down and licked my dick, balls and leg until I was perfectly clean.

She ate my cum, she swallowed it. She fucking loved it. She did all this and didn't even touch herself once. A truly dutiful nurse.

"Yum," said Cate. "Now go and see the Doctor. You've had quite a shock and I don't mean this."

I love living on this street.