Chapter 37: The Double

Stephanie lives at number 42 with her husband Rob and their baby.

She fucks whoever she likes and doesn't tell him.

You can read all of Stephanie's stories here.

Rob knocked on my door. He was in tears. He held up a photograph of Stephanie with three big black dick in her, cunt, arse and mouth.

I had seen the photo before.

'I found this photo of my wife. Jesus Christ, our marriage is over. We have a kid and everything. What is she doing?' said Rob.

'I know,' I said. 'Your wife is out of control.'

'You knew about this? You knew and didn't tell me?'

I decided there and then that, apart from the time I shot my own creamy load over Steph's arse, I would tell Rob everything.

'I just...couldn't get the guts to tell you. I've seen that photo before though. She pretty much brags about all the men she fucks. I'm so sorry Rob.'

'Jesus shit my wife is a whore. A real fucking whore,' said Rob.

'Well not a real whore,' I said. 'She doesn't charge money.'

'Have you fucked her?' asked Rob.

'No,' I said. It was the truth. I had just licked out her arse-hole and came on her butt cheeks. 'The funny thing is, I think she wanted you to know. I think she does actually love you but she wants you and her to be something else. Something wild. Something forbidden.'

'What am I going to do?' asked Rob.

'Well you can fuck whoever you like now, that's for sure,' I said.

'And you think that's what Stephanie wants?'

'I don't know about that but she can hardly hold it against you.'

'Shit, I...I don't know, I'm lost. I'm angry.'

'Come on,' I said, pulling on my coat. 'Let's go fuck a girl.'

'Just like that?' said Rob. 'Who?'

'Eloise at number 45,' I said. 'Now she really IS a whore. It's her business. We pay her. We fuck her. We've all fucked her. You're probably the only person on the street who hasn't.'

Eloise really is a whore. I fucked her once when I was bored. She is built with solid foundations. A woman who was bred to fuck and not much else. Her tits are like worlds colliding. Her legs are like the Twin Towers.

You can read all of Eloise's stories here.

Five minutes later we were in Eloise's place. She wore a small black, stretchy, lycra dress with nylons and black and white patent leather shoes. Both me and Rob had hard ons. She could tell.

'It's usually £500 to fuck my cunt without a condom, but you can't come inside me. However this fucker,' Eloise pointed at me. 'Shot his dirty wad up my snatch without asking last time. I'm not particularly inclined to let you back in there again without a sheath.'

'Yeah, sorry,' I said. 'I just lost control. It won't happen again.'

'Like fuck it won't,' said Eloise. 'Listen I tell you what I'll do. I'll charge you a special rate £800 for the both of you but you can't go in my cunt, you'll have to fuck my arse instead.'

'Shouldn't the arse cost more,' I asked.

'Not mine. Let's just say it's a little weather worn, plus there's a recession on.'

'It's a deal,' I said.

'Is she real?' said Rob.

With one move Eloise had her dress up and over her head and it was on the floor. Her big tits were already scooped outside of her bra like the pornstars have them. I assume she wore her bra like that all the time for convenience.

She was a vision in black nylon and lace.

'Don't take another thing off,' I said. 'You look perfect.'

'Drop your pants,' commanded Eloise.

Rob dropped his trousers and pants. A pretty decent shlong sprang out, hard and erect. Rob's dick looked angry and mean just like him.

I pulled down my own trousers. My dick could win prizes. I've told you this before.

'Holy fucking shit,' said Rob, looking at my dick.

'I know,' said Eloise. 'This shit head almost made me come last time. It really is something.'

'On your knees,' I said.

Eloise got down between us. She took our two shafts and started to wank us.

She wanked us good. She knew what she was doing. One in each hand. Long, generous strokes. She spat on our cocks. She took my dick in her mouth and flicked her tongue around. She looked up at Rob as she did so.

She pulled my cock out of her mouth and said to Rob, 'I've seen you around, with your pretty wife and your little baby. What makes you come here and fuck me?'

'I found a picture of my wife, with all three of her holes filled by a bunch of black dudes,' said Rob.

'Lucky girl,' said Eloise as she moved over and took Rob's dick in her slutty gob.

'Oh mercy,' said Rob.

'Tastes delicious,' said Eloise as she came up for air. She went back down and deep throated him.

'My wife doesn't suck my dick like that,' said Rob.

'Of course she doesn't,' gargled Eloise with the dick half in her gob. 'But I bet she sucks other men's dicks like this. I bet she likes the taste of black dick the best of all. We all do when it comes down to it.'

Eloise switched from dick to dick. Taking us deeper and deeper each time.

When she didn't have a dick in her mouth she looked up at Rob and said, 'So why are you here getting your dick sucked? Why aren't you fucking your wife?'

'Because I found out she had had three black dicks in her cunt, arse and mouth, all bigger than mine.'

'Lucky, lucky girl, but you must be heartbroken you poor lamb,' said Eloise, still gasping between cock sucks. 'I'll tell you what as a special treat I'll let you eat out my filthy whore snatch for free.'

'Blimey,' Rob looked at me with a worried face. 'Eating out a whore's cunt. Is that even safe?'

'I washed it this morning. Get down there fucknuts.'

Eloise had a special kind of cushioned table made purely for fucking. It's the kind of thing you only see in the home of a prostitute, or a couple of swingers, or a gonzo porn directer.

Eloise climbed on to it and got her legs apart. Rob paused for a moment and then got down and started lapping at Eloise's greasy pussy. Eloise reached down and grabbed the back of Rob's head and pulled him deep into her crotch.

I went up to Eloise's face. She got her big cock sucking lips around my tip. She licked and kissed and teased.

It was a gorgeous sight looking down at Eloise spread out on her whore table like a succulent piece of fuckmeat. This women was over the hill and almost used up. But somehow despite her big fake tits and her skanky, tramp mouth this fuck monster still had class.

Her lingerie, stockings and shoes were not that of a normal everyday whore. She spent money on the tools of her trade. She was an artist too. A truly creative mind. The way she flicked and tongued my helmet. She kept bringing me up close to the edge but instinctively knew when to slow down and prevent her getting a gooey splat of man fat on her face.

She was different to how she'd been when I had fucked her previously. Normally she was good, but it still felt like she was watching the clock. This time it seemed like she wanted something out of this too.

She kept her hand clamped on the back of Rob's head and kept pushing him exactly where she wanted him. She lifted her big arse off of the table and pushed up into him trying to squeeze every sensation out of his eager mouth.

'Eat me, fucking eat me!' she said. 'Your slut wife is worse than me. At least I get paid. Three horse dicked black dudes in every hole. Think of that and eat my filthy whore cunt.'

I watched Rob eat Eloise's slit. I can't say I was jealous but Rob seemed to be really enjoying himself.

'How many men have screwed your tired fuck hole, Eloise?' I asked.

'I know this because I need this information for my accountant,' said Eloise. '672.'

'Fuck,' I said.

'That just makes me want to eat cunt even more,' said Rob.

'Fuck me now,' said Eloise. 'Flip me over. Fuck me up the arse.'

Eloise sprang up and got on all fours. She splayed her legs out.

'Condom?' asked Rob.

'Don't fucking care, stick it in,' said Eloise.

Rob parted the prostitute's butt cheeks and glided in. His face looked surprised, as though he didn't expect it to go in that easily.

Rob grabbed Eloise's and bra and suspender belt. He pulled them tight.

I stuck my dick in Eloise's mouth and fucked her face some more.

The three of us rocked like that for a while. A perfect spit roast. Eloise pushed back and made sure Rob's balls slapped against her arse as she let him go in deep.

'My cock's going in so fucking deep,' he cried.

I thrust my big dick all the way in too. I made sure my bell end hit the back of her throat. Eloise looked up at me and her eyes said harder, rougher, faster.

I fucked her face harder, faster and rougher.

Today was special for Eloise. I don't know why. She wanted more.

'How many men have fucked my wife? Why is my wife such a slag?' tears started to run down Rob's face as he continued to fuck like a deranged robocop.

Eloise came up from air. 'Shit,' she said. 'I don't know what it is, maybe the thought of your bedraggled, cumstained wreck of a wife but you two big dicked fuckers might actually be able to bring this old whore off.'

'Really?' I gasped. 'When did a man last make you come with his dick?'

'2003. Tip me over the edge and this is on the house, fucknuts.'

'But how?'

Eloise slipped of Rob and told him to lie on the table. He lay back with his dick in the air like a flagpole.

'I can't hold on much longer,' said Rob.

Eloise got above him with her back to him and lowered herself down. She spread her swollen shit hole wide. 'Back in you go,' she said.

Rob was up inside her arse-hole. Eloise pulled her legs up high and wide. 'Fuck yes, she said. Now you,' she looked at me.

'What? In there? It's....impossible?'

'I don't think my cunt even works anymore. I want two dicks up my anus, right now. Stretch me, use me.'

Eloise pulled her legs further apart. Both me and Rob were pretty well hung guys. I thought this defied the laws of physics. I pushed my tip in above Rob's dick. Our cocks touched. I don't mind that. It felt good. It felt wrong. It was going to be so fucking tight in there.

'I don't think it's going to work,' I said.

'I did it just once before, but they weren't as big. I'm pretty stretchy. Push in. Hurt me. I don't care. I like it.'

I fought against the resistance. I didn't feel like it would work and then, I don't know what Eloise did, but I was inside her arse. 

So fucking tight.

So wrong.

My cock against another mans inside a whore's anus.

A real life anal DP.

'Holy fucking christ, that's it. You fucking, fucking fuckers. Fuck, fuck, fuck!' cried Eloise.

I couldn't get all the way in but I would say three quarters was.

'Fuck MEEEEEEE! I am so full. I am so fucking full,' cried Eloise. 'Think of your slutty shitbag wife and shoot your angry spizz up my back door, NOW.'

Rob made a noise like a slaughtered pig and then I felt his shaft pulsing against mine, It was too much and looking down at this stretched whore I too had to let go too. I came hard.

Two jets of semen shooting up inside her and Eloise nodded and closed her eyes. Her ass-hole clamped tight around us and I knew she was cumming hard. All three of us in perfect unison, absolutely peaking.

Fucking beautiful.

As we started to pull out, what looked like a cup full of spunk oozed out of of Eloise's spent bum-hole.

'Fuck,' said Eloise. 'Get out of my house, now.'

'My marriage is over,' said Rob.

I love living on this street.

Chapter 29: Business Class

Don't you just hate Airports? Don't you just how many times you've been fucked up the arse by a money grabbing airline?

An air hostess just happens to live on Red Lion Street. You've probably seen her above in the Red Lion Street banner. There she goes, walking down the street swinging her arse from side to side. Wobbling on her high heels.

Angela, the air hostess, lives at number 18.

I fly a lot. I sometimes see Angela on my travels at some airport or another.

Last week I was flying back to London from Innsbruck in Austria. It was foggy so the planes had to land in Munich. We had to take a three hour coach ride to get our flight. When we arrived at Munich it was chaos. Nobody telling us what we had to do. The delayed passengers were given a food voucher for 4.80 Euros.

I saw Angela at the check in desk. She wore a tight red suit with white hold ups with seams up the back.

I think her skirt was shorter than regulations allowed.

I pretended I didn't know her.

"Look here, Miss. This simply isn't good enough, you run us from pillar to post. You don't tell us what's happening or why. It's absolutely dreadful service. I want to speak to your supervisor. At once."

Angela looked at me with a cheeky glint in her eye. She was trying to stop herself from laughing. She pretended she didn't know me.

"I'm very sorry Sir. But we are doing all we can to make your flight as safe and as comfortable as possible."

"It isn't good enough," I replied. "We're your customers." I gestured to the crowd of fed up, angry passengers behind me. "We are tired of being FUCKED UP THE ARSE by stupid, greedy airlines!"

Everyone was staring, everybody was listening.

"Sir, would you mind not talking to me like that?"

"I'll talk however I like! I said that we're tired of being FUCKED UP THE ARSE by airline companies. I want to know what you are going to do to compensate me for all the trouble you've put me through today."

"Come with me Sir, let's talk in private," Angela grabbed my arm and pulled me away from the passengers to a quieter part of the terminal.

When we were out of earshot she turned to me and said, "You are going to lose me my job!"

I looked at Angela in her perfect red uniform. We had screwed before. We were fuck buddies. No strings attached. "But seriously, what are you going to do? I've been waiting for five hours for this flight now. I want to go home. Help me out."

"Well," said Angela, thinking it through. "The only thing I can think of doing is upgrading you...to business class." and with that she pulled her tight red jacket open and showed me her magnificent jugs. 

She wore a tight polyester see-through blouse. I could see a dark lacy bra underneath.

"What do I get in business class?" I asked.

"You get, certain perks," said Angela. "We try that little harder to make you more comfortable."

"Do I get extra leg room?" I asked.

"Yes," said Angela.

"Do I get free drinks?"

"Yes."

"Do I get preferential treatment?"

"Yes."

"...and whilst I'm waiting for my gate to be announced, do I get to take a long legged, big arsed air hostess to a private room. Bang the living shit out of her for ten minutes and then land a big, fat load of cum on her pretty little face."

"There's a surcharge for that, but yes."

"Where shall we go?" I asked. My dick started to swell inside my trousers.

"Follow me," said Angela. I would have followed her anywhere.

She led me down a maze of corridors. Her big arse swinging from side to side.

"Angela," I said. "Is that uniform, strictly regulation?"

"It's a size or two too small," said Ange. "It hugs my tits and arse. I fixed the skirt so it was too short as well."

"Why do you wear a uniform that's too small?" I asked.

"It makes big business men want to fuck me. They take me to their big, expensive hotels in foreign cities and shower me with gifts and cum."

"Jesus," I said.

"It's why I became an air-hostess. I wanted to serve, in more ways than one."

Angela, found a door marked 'private'. She unlocked it and pulled me inside.

"I'm not a business man, I'm not rich," I said.

Angela reached round behind her and unzipped her skirt. She let it fall to her feet. Her long, strong legs were wrapped in white nylon. Her hold ups were held in place by purple suspender belts.

"I know, but it's been such a hard day," said Angela. "Last night I watched porn for three hours in my hotel room and I've been thinking about cock all day. I've been coming on to everyone but no fucker wants to bone me."

Angela unbuttoned her blouse and let it hang. Her tits were fucking amazing. She was dressed head to toe in expensive, satin and lace lingerie. She started to stroke her neck.

"You look fucking amazing," I said. "That outfit!"

Angela kept stroking herself. She closed her eyes. "This underwear costs more than I earn in a week. It was bought for me by some banker guy. He had flown with us a few times on our transatlantic flight. He always flirted with me and once he just grabbed my arse, hard. He knew I liked it and he told me he would be in the bathroom. I couldn't help myself. I followed him into the rest room and five minutes later he was fucking me from behind over the lavatory. My head knocking against the cubicle wall. He came inside me without a condom and let his jizz run out down my legs so that for the rest of the flight anyone could see I had cum stains on my stockings."

"Was he good looking?" I asked. I unzipped my trousers. My dick sprang out. Angela had seen it before but she still couldn't stop staring.

"He was fat, bald and ugly," said Angela. "But sometimes that's what I need. A rich, useless fuck who comes too quickly and buys me things to make me stay with him. He took me to his hotel in New York. He bought me this underwear. I put it on and wouldn't let him touch me in it. I made him sit there and wank, whilst I stood in front of him, fingering myself. He came three more times that weekend. Once in my cunt and twice in my mouth."

"Did you ever see him again?"

"He sent me a Cartier watch and said he had a special job for me. He had three important Arabian clients over for a special meeting in London. He took me to hotel and I had to lie on a bed whilst all four of them fucked me in turn. The first got horny enough to go again and so I actually had five blasts of semen dumped inside my high class snatch."

"Did it win him the deal?" I asked.

"He said it did. He sent me a diamond ring a week later."

Angela was lying on the floor. She had taken her jacket and blouse off. She still wore a red neck scarf. She was pushing her boobs together. She had kept her shoes on. Like all the best girls do.

"I'm glad you left your shoes on," I said.

"I always fuck in my shoes," said Angela. "Don't you just hate it when you're watching porn and the girl takes her heels off?"

"I know," I said. "Do they think that's sexy?"

"Or they just wear the wrong damn shoes!"

"All the time!" I said. "Stupid strappy numbers that look like they cost £25."

"I like to fuck in expensive lingerie bought for me by fat ugly business men. I like to fuck in heels that cost more than most people's wages."

"How much did those shoes cost?"

"I don't know," said Valerie. " Probably about £500. They were bought for me by this couple."

"A couple?" I said.

"Yes. They lived in Paris. When I flew there, the husband would paid me to eat out his wife's cunt. He insisted we both wore the most expensive red shoes."

"Tell me something else," I said.

"I was once on a flight and this guy in first class was travelling with his teenage son. His son was maybe 17 and was completely fixated on me. Couldn't stop staring at my tits and arse. Eventually the Father asked me if he could pay me to take the boy's virginity. We were flying to Rome and when we got there the three of us found a cheap hotel. The father waited outside. The poor little beggar didn't even get his cock inside me. He started ejaculating as soon as I got my little puppies out of their cradle. He got virgin jizz on my sweet tits and that was it. We both lied to the father and said he performed like a stallion."

"Unbelievable."

We heard our flight was boarding on the tannoy.

"Very," said Angela. "Listen, as fun as this is, we're going to miss our flight if you don't shaft me quick. Now where we you planning on sticking that huge tool."

"You airline constantly fucks me up the arse so I want to fuck you in the arse."

Angela unclipped her bra and let her boobs fall free. She slid down her panties and got on all fours with her legs wide apart. She reached down and smeared wet cunt juice up her arse crack.

"I'm ready," she said. "Hurt me."

I slid in easily. Too fucking easy if the truth be told.

"You're a perfect fit," I lied.

"You fucking fill me right up, Captain," said Angela.

I was halfway in. I pushed home and her arse tightened around my dick. My balls hit her arse cheeks.

Angela had strong long legs and had them spread wide. She knew how to make her arse stick out and keep her back curved. The red seams on the back of her stockings were driving me wild.

"Do you get fucked up the arse often?" I asked.

"I only let Captains fuck me up the arse. Are you the Captain? Are you in charge?"

"I own you, you little skank. I might even finish before you even get to come. That will teach you."

Angela was pulling herself halfway off and then back down onto my dick. Really letting my length slide up and down inside her. I spat on my dick and her arse-hole to keep us wet. Cunt juice was glistening on my long pole.

"Don't you fucking dare. Please wait. Please let me get myself off."

"You're getting fucked by the Captain, Angela. You're just a slutty little air hostess getting fucked by your Captain."

Angela put her hand between her legs and started finger fucking her front hole. She slipped three fingers inside herself. She needed to be filled completely. "I can't believe I've got such a big dick up my arse and I'm still at work."

"Sluts like you don't know when to stop," I said.

"Shit, shit, shit, shit shit. I'm commmmming."

It was like the girl was on an electric chair. She shook and shuddered ferociously. She jigged about for a minute. Squeezing the most out of her volcanic orgasm. I held on. Just.

We heard the gate closing for our flight on the tannoy.

I pulled my dick out.

"Where?" I said.

"In my mouth, I want it all. Right now."

She spun round and knelt before me. I could see her cute, expensive heels sticking out behind her.

She got her mouth wide open like a porn star. She wanted to taste it We could both smell her arse on my dick.

I felt the spunk rush up from my balls. I aimed and let go. The shot was too much. I missed her mouth. A fucking huge load of cum plastered her left eye shut and ran down her face. A few drops landed on her tongue. In short I missed her mouth and made her look like a spunk splattered whore.

Angela was laughing her head off. "Holy fucking shit that was a HUGE load!"

"Clean up, we need to run," I said.

"See you back on the Street," said Angela.

I fucking love living on this street.