Chapter 48: The Wedding Day

There is a church not far from Red Lion Street. A neat, modernist church with lots of straight lines. This is where Penny and Warren had their wedding. It took place a week ago on a warm autumn Saturday.

Penny lives at number 48 with her mother, Laura. You can read all of her story's here. Penny's father ran away long ago. On the morning of the wedding Laura asked me to come round. She said she needed my help.

I love the way women dress for weddings. Always sexy and smart, always just the right side of slutty.

Laura was 46 and more beautiful than her 22 yr old daughter. She was dressed in a tight yellow dress with a lace-up back. It was yellow and matched her gloves, shoes and large brimmed hat.

She should have looked ridiculous. In a way she did. She also looked delicious.

She was sitting on her stool in her kitchen drinking Martinis at 10am in the morning. Her skirt rode up. I could see her stocking tops.

'How can I help?' I asked.

'I wish Penny's bastard father was still around. The girl needs a dad on a day like today. Could you talk to her? She's very nervous and she's always looked up to you. I think she sees you as a guardian type figure.'

I thought about all the times Penny had shouted 'dirty old man' at me in the street. I thought about the time she told me she got spit roasted in a restaurant by her fiancé and a complete stranger. I thought about the time she sucked me off in her wedding dress and let me come on her face.

I was no father to Penny.

'I'll see what I can do,' I said.

'Before you go up to see her, I could do with a favour myself,' Laura shifted her dress a little so the hem rode higher. She looked at me coquettishly from underneath her wide brimmed hat.

'Say it,' I said.

'A single woman gets lonely. A wedding makes it worse. Don't let me be lonely Captain.' Laura parted her legs a little.

'Open your legs,' I said.

Laura opened her legs wide. I saw her beautiful stocking tops and her black satin panties.

'Pull your panties to one side,' I said.

She pulled her panties to one side and showed me a cunt that a woman half her age would be proud of.

I got my dick out. Laura didn't gasp like the girls normally do. She smiled and looked away.

'How do you want it?' I asked.

'Fast, urgent, functional,' she said and that's how we fucked. I moved in and pulled her legs high and wide. I entered her. I fucked her.

She didn't look at me.

We didn't kiss.

I knew what she needed and I delivered it to her. A hard, perfect fuck.

I started slow and moved my speed up. She moved her hips with mine.

I could tell when she came. Her cunt tightened. She let out a deep breath.

I emptied myself inside her. I came hard. I left it all inside her cunt.

Every last drop.

'Fuck I needed that,' said Laura as she straightened her panties and pulled her skirt down.

'Right,' I said. 'Let me go and see Penny.'

I went up and knocked on Penny's door. She said, 'Fuck off!' and then I walked in.

Her bedroom reminded me of how young she still was. Posters of celebrities I didn't recognise.

She was dressed in her wedding veil and stockings but nothing else. She was painting her nails.

'Didn't you hear me old man? Fuck off!' said Penny.

I sat down on the end of her bed. 'You mother said you were nervous?'

'You stink of sex! Did you just fuck my mum?'

'I know you miss your Father and on a day like today you are sure to be having doubts.'

'You did, didn't you? You fucked my mother downstairs in the kitchen!'

'Just focus on being calm, strong and patient. It will be a beautiful day.'

'Such a filthy cunt.'

'You are going to be surrounded by your friends and family and the man you love.'

'I bet you twenty quid I can suck you hard again.'

'The sun is out, and you look so perfect. I think you need to just revel in the moment.'

'Come on twenty quid. I'm better than my mum let me prove it.'

'Fuck sake, OK.'

I stood up. I undid my trousers. My dick fell out. It was still half hard. It did stink of sex. It smelt of cunt and cum.

'Oh yeah that's my mother's smell all right,' said Penny.

'What the fucking fuck?' I said. 'When do you quit? When do you stop?'

'Put it in my fucking mouth you fucker,' Penny opened wide.

She took my dick inside her. Her mouth was warm.

One thing I've learnt recently is that when you think you can't go again, you usually can.

Penny knows how to suck dick. She's loud, sloppy and messy. 

Slowly I grew. I grew in her fucking mouth.

I looked down and said so. I said, 'Shit I'm growing in your mouth.'

My dick swelled to its full size.

I looked down at Penny. She looked up at me. Dressed like a fucking bride, holy shit.

'I fucked your mum. You can still taste her can't you?'

Penny couldn't speak with her mouth full of dick. She just nodded.

She never took her eyes off of me.

Her tits were full and round, her eyes were big and beautiful. But none of this mattered.

All that mattered was the bare facts of the matter.

This was a bride on her wedding day.

I'd just fucked her mum.

She took my dick out of her mouth and whispered, 'I want my wedding breakfast.'

She put my dick back in her whore mouth and reached underneath and cupped my balls. 

She squeezed them.

Her eyes said, 'Please.'

I unloaded in her gob. I fucking came.

Penny swallowed it all. 'Mum didn't leave much,' she said.

'I've got to go,' I said.

As I left I told Laura that Penny seemed much happier.

I went home and got washed and dressed up. I rock a suit.

A few hours later I got to the wedding.

Rikki and Cate were Penny's bridesmaids. 

Rikki lives at number 27. You can read all of her stories here.

Cate lives at number 14. You can read all of her stories here.

They wore red dresses that were far too tight.

They wore red high heels and pale stockings with red seams up the back.

The theme of the wedding was prostitution obviously.

   

'Hello girls,' I said.

'Fuck off old man,' said Rikki. Rikki was a bitch.

'Hey, why do you call him that?' said Cate. She was nice. She was my friend.

'Look at him,' said Rikki. 'He's a seedy old fuck. Everyone knows it.'

I could have told Cate how Rikki once begged me to fuck her arse on her parents staircase but I decided to leave it.

'Well I think you're just damned rude,' said Cate.

'Fuck off student,' said Rikki.

'Whatever,' said Cate.

'You seem a little edgy Rikki,' I said. 'Is everything ok?'

'She's shitting herself,' said Cate.

'Am not,' said Rikki.

More guests were arriving and people were starting to stare at these two fierce banshees. 

'Come on girls,' I said, 'Let's get you out of the way. You're making a scene.'

I took them both by the arms and quickly scooted them into the church. Rikki said, 'Fuck the fuck off old man!'

Cate said, 'Such a bitch.'

I found a small ante room. The door was unlocked. Inside was a step ladder and a few cleaning products, mops brooms.

I turned to the girls and said, 'Listen, both of you. Calm the fuck down. We are in a church and this is Penny's day. It's not about you two. I want you sit in here. Chill out for ten minutes and when you've learnt to behave I'll come back and get you.

'Fuck off Grandad,' said Rikki.

'Fucksake,' said Cate.

I reached in my inside pocket. I pulled out a hip flask of whiskey. Good whiskey. Too good for these tarts. I gave the flask to Cate.

'Maybe this will calm her down,' I said.

'Fuck off old man,' said Rikki.

I closed the door on them and looked around the church. Guests were wandering in and sitting on the pews. I saw one figure moving very strangely. I went over and found Tashi.

Tashi lives at number 16. She lives with her parents and her sister. She's only 18.

She was dressed in a top hat and tails and wore black high heels with white socks.

She had her dress hitched up and she was playing with her cunt. 

It was possibly the most shocking thing I'd seen in my life.

'What the fuck do you think you're playing at Tashi! Jesus fucking Christ!'

'I haven't had sex in 18 days,' said Tashi. 'I woke up Saturday afternoon and I was cock hungry. I had that feeling little whores like me get in the pit of their stomach when they need dick in their mouth. Nobody in my house is worth my time, nor do I have privacy. I messaged a friend in my room whilst hearing my family moving about, it was about 2pm. My friend made me play till I was on brink of coming then stop. I did this 6 times. I was sitting in a puddle of juices. I had to put a towel on the bed. When he finally let me cum I screamed so loud my Father rushed in, so I got up quick and feigned stubbing my toe. I don't think he believed me. Captain my whole room smelt like my sweet, young cunt. You would have loved it. After they walked out I took my time using my fingers to wipe up the mess, licking it off. I really wish you could taste me. I really do taste so yummy.

I had the house practically to myself last night, so I played again. Between you and me, I even used a finger in my tiny tiny arse. It still hurts this morning....

I'm not a woman yet... I know I'm not... I'm still a little girl. I like to think I'm a woman. I can hold intelligent conversation and I certainly feel to old to be only 18 but I still fuck like a teenager. I'm actually not that great a fuck. I can suck cock like a pro and I've never failed at finding what turns on anyone on without even trying. But sex isn't my strong suit. I wish it was, I wish I could fuck like a porn star. Some days I wish I could pick up anyone I wanted, fuck them, then leave them. But most people my age don't appreciate my size.

I'm a fucking little cumwhore and I want every hole filled. I can't wait to go on the pill. I want so bad to fuck a teacher and spend the rest of school day letting the cum drip from my cunt. I want so bad for some old married man with kids to cheat on his wife by coming on my arse and letting it drip down my crack. I fantasize about letting strangers into my house to come all over my face, over and over till I'm soaked in jizz. I want an older woman to push my head into her old musty cunt and teach me how to eat pussy like a pro. 

I'm fucking disgusting

I love it.'

Tashi looked at me for a few moments.

'Pull your dress down, get up and go home Tashi,' I said. 'Try and behave yourself.'

Tashi got up and left the church. 

Guests had started to arrive. The main usher came up to me.

'Have you seen the bridesmaids? The groom is here and we're nearly ready to go.'

'I think I know where they are,' I said.

I walked to the room where I had left the girls.

I had movement and giggling inside.

I opened the door.

Cate and Rikki were sprawled out on the floor. Rikki had her dress pulled down and her tits exposed.

Both of them had crucifixes stuffed in their pussies. There were no panties in sight.

There was a small puddle of pussy goo in between Rikki's legs.

'Fuck off old man,' said Rikki.

'Jesus H Christ,' I said.

'That's what we said when we came,' said Cate.

'Girls, I'm not religious, but seriously. What the fuck?'

'It was a spiritual thing,' said Cate.

'You wouldn't understand,' said Rikki.

'Tidy yourself up,' I said. 'Get out there. The bride is on her way.'

The girls got up, wiped their cunts and followed me into the church. 

The church was full of guests now. They all seemed relieved to see the bridesmaids waiting at the door but there seemed to be a commotion up by the altar. I walked up the aisle to the Usher and the Groom.

Warren, the groom, looked worried. 'Where is she? Why isn't she here? The best man is missing too.'

'Has anybody seen Penny at all?' I asked the Usher.

'She was here,' he said. 'The car pulled up but then we couldn't find the bridesmaids. Now the brides maids are here and the bride and the best man are gone.'

'Hold on, let me go and look,' I said.

I walked around the church opening doors and looking in corners. I walked round the back of the altar and there, in the furthest darkest corner I saw some movement.

As I got closer I could make out Penny's wedding dress.

There were two other people there too.

And then I saw.

SJ is a tall, powerful sex bomb of a woman. A fucking colossus of tits, legs and killer high heels. She stands at 5'11 with massive G cup boobs. She curves in all the right places. Old men have died watching her cross the street. She wiggles, she shakes, she struts.

SJ is real. You can find her here.

She knows exactly why people stare. 

She lives at number 31.

And there she was.

Sitting on the bride's face.

The best man was there too. Eating the bride's cunt.

Once again there were no panties to be seen.

I should have been surprised. I really wasn't.

'Penny? Penny?! Get up. Time to get married,' I said.

'Don't you even think of answering him. You have your mouth full!' said SJ.

It's true. Penny's mouth was full of cunt.

The best man turned round and said, 'Dude, give us five minutes will you?'

SJ said, 'It's my wedding present for Penny. A beautiful dripping snatch.'

SJ really was a minx. A little devil. You could see it in her eyes.

'Can't you go five minutes without getting your cunt filled. Why do you have to be such a destructive little tart, Samantha?'

'Do you hear her complaining? Penny wanted my cunt. She looked so pretty. I couldn't refuse.'

'Slag, tarts, fucknuts,' I said. 'Get up now. Penny's getting married.'

As Penny got up from underneath SJ her lipstick was smeared across her face and mixed with glistening fanny juice. I could smell SJs pussy on her face. So would the groom when he kissed her.

'I'm going to be the perfect Wife,' said Penny.

Somehow the wedding went ahead. Somehow Penny and Warren got married.

The reception was at the Red Lion Pub. The drinking went late into the night. By 2 am there were only a few of us left. People were going home. The DJ started packing up.

Rikki had been dancing all night. Rubbing and grinding herself up against all the old men. They thought she was just having fun and joking. I wasn't so sure.

Rikki sat down next to me. For once it looked like a girl on Red Lion Street had had enough of wearing high shoes. Rikki looked at me with an expression you might call friendly, just about.

'It's doomed,' I said.

'What the marriage?' asked Rikki.

'I think so.'

'I think they're going to be great together. I think their marriage will last,' continued Rikki. 'Do you think that Warren doesn't know that Penny sucked you off this morning? Or that she got her snatch licked behind the altar by the best man? She told him. He loves it. He does the same.'

'Hmmm,' I pondered, 'but these things always slide out of control. People saying they are polyamorous and all that shit. People want to be needed. Jealousy will turn up at some point.'

'I think that's true of many,' said Rikki. 'Swinging and open marriages is a posture for many. Something one person wants more that the other but I think Penny and Warren are the real deal. Absolute fuckaholics. Totally committed to each others sexual pleasure no matter what it is. They are without boundaries and limits. They are on a beautiful, fiery trip to hell. They are careering into the abyss, covered in sex juice, opening their holes for anyone that wants them. They are totally lost in each other. They want to stay lost.'

'Maybe,' I wasn't convinced.

'Let me show you a beautiful marriage. Follow me.'

Rikki got down on her hands and knees. She crawled across the dirty dance floor. I followed her. I had no choice. I don't know what I'm doing any more. I am a husk.

Rikki pulled her bridesmaids dress up over her arse. I could see her cunt and anus as she crawled.

Rikki crawled towards the men's toilets. She pushed the door open with her head. We went inside.

Inside was Penny naked but for heels, stockings and her veil. She was riding a naked guy, reverse cowgirl on the dirty toilet floor. His dick was long and thick. She was fucking him slow and steady. Almost rising off it before plunging down again.

Standing either side of her were Warren and the best man. Penny was wanking the best man and about to put his dick in her mouth. Warren had his dick out too and was rock hard.

'Hello Rikki, hello old man,' said Penny.

'That's the dude who stopped me eating out Penny at the church,' said the best man.

'Shut up and stick your dick in my Wife's mouth,' said Warren.

The man on the floor said, 'Shitfuck.'

Rikki turned around to me and said, 'Aren't they beautiful? Aren't they in love?'

'Possibly,' I said.

'Mmmmm,' said Penny.

'Shit, I'm close already,' said the best man.

'All of you, please fuck my wife. Fill all of her holes. Make her day perfect,' said Warren.

The man on the floor said, 'Has anybody seen my wife? Has she gone home?'

Rikki said, 'Take my arse old man. Take it now whilst I lick my best friend's cunt.'

I sort of hate living on this street.

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.