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I decided to give selling my body as a street girl another go, Harry suggested an extra challenge to raise money for the homeless and to be fucked by a homeless guy (guys). Harry gets off on me sinking to a new low – whatever next (suggestions welcome)

Friday evening, I had a couple of stiff drinks, to help me deal with other stiff things!

Although my expensive lingerie had stood me out last time we thought it best to do the same rather than try and ape the other girls, although I started the evening with a grey jumper dress over my gear. We returned to near the same spot as before prepared to pay a little more to the “resident” sex worker to minimise the risk of any hassle, although I think that was never going to go away.

It was quiet on the industrial estate with little action. A couple of cars and a plain white van passed by slowly and then nothing for a while. The van returned after a while and drew up and the driver, in his sixties with a ruddy face, wound the window down. I sauntered over trying to look sexy, but shaking with nervousness.

“ you’re new here lass aren’t you?” telling me rather than asking. “You’re not the usual type, how much for full sex” straight to the point, a typical Yorkshire man.

I replied,

“ £2 for a blow job, £4 for full sex, and £5 for a full personal service, the works, a special introductory offer, but my hubbie will be nearby keeping me safe, he won’t interfere.”

“what’s the catch?” he asked

“No catch, I am playing the whore for my husband, he gets a kick out of it”

He looked around and saw Harry’s car parked a little out of the way

“Is that him?”

I nodded

What the fuck?… get in lass” he said in that dour manner some Yorkshiremen have, eyeing me up and down,

I got in and off we drove. Ray was curious and asked whether I had done this before. I lied and said no. He chatted non-stop. He told me that he had a mattress in the back and knew a place where we wouldn’t be disturbed.

We parked up round the back of a disused unit. There was little light and a smell of piss. I got out, took the £5 and, once he had opened the doors I sat on the edge. Ray looked me up and down, taking in my legs, stockings, short skirt etc. I slipped my jumper dress off . He came in close and started touching me,

“can I feel your tits?”

I allowed him to unclip my basque and he started groping my tits and nuzzling my face before going in for a sloppy kiss.He explored my mouth with his tongue, lingering, savouring every moment. I was rubbing his cock through his trousers, trying to get it out and give it a suck, but Ray wasn’t having that. He pushed me back into the van and I worked, well wriggled my way back on the blanket or whatever that was the “mattress”. It had seen better days, was well used and smelt musty and unaired.

He climbed on top, holding me by my wrists above my head and was licking my face and neck and I knew that his trousers were down as I could feel his cock between my legs.

“Fuck you bitch” he said suddenly “ as he slipped his cock into my pussy without any warning. He was holding me down and was clearly enjoying the control.

“Fuck you cunt” he said “will you tell your hubby how I fucked you, bareback you fucking whore”

“Yes, just fuck me,” I said

“Whore” he said, “fucking whore”

He fucked me fast and furious and came very quickly. He stayed holding me down, it hurt, he was just looking at me, saying nothing. As he softened and pulled out I felt his cum leaking out.

Eventually he climbed off me. Pulled me up, giving me just time to pick up my dress, closed the doors and went to drive off leaving me to find Harry, who was parked up in half sight of me.

We returned to our spot for another go. I straightened myself up and waited, and waited. After about 15 minutes a car pulled up. It was driven by a fifty something smarmy guy.

“Hello” he said as he wound the window down, sounding like an old English perv.

“Who are you, gorgeous”

I leaned into the car, not realising until later how much flesh I had on show from behind.

“Katie”

“Mmmm you are delicious. Not seen you here before”

He stared at me, as if sizing me up, I said nothing, just tried to look confident.

“Well Katie… what’s on offer tonight?”

“£2 for a blow job, £4 for full sex and £5 for the girl friend works” I offered, struggling to get the words out.

“What do I get for the girlfriend works” he asked grinning.

“Whatever you want” quickly adding “but not anal”

“Ok” he said, drawing out the Oooo Kkkkk.” I”ll try the works”

I got in and Jonathan, he was very polite, immediately helped with my seat belt, making sure that he brushed my tits and stocking tops. He was creepy. The automatic meant his left hand was free to touch me up as he drove. He lived in the Midlands, was travelling for work and enjoyed a bit of female company. He chatted and chatted whilst his left hand crept up my leg and began rubbing my pussy. I really did not like him. But I was out of my normal zone acting like a real working girl, you just have to suck it up literally. He pulled in down a dark back street.

He pushed his seat back and asked me to push my seat back too, as far as it would go. He lay back and I turned towards him , his trousers, unzipping and undoing them, to reveal crimson ladies satin underwear – a good colour and very smooth, and I stroked his cock through the material and then lent over and started licking his cock through his panties. He stroked kaçak iddaa my hair while I licked and teased his cock. His cock tasted clean, too clean, and he was shaved, fully shaved down there. I got on all fours my arse toward the window. It was a good cock sucking position.

He got a firm grip of me and said “Katie, I am going to wind the window down and your arse will be available for anyone passing” he said laughing “now suck my cock and just take what’s coming to you”

The window wound down and I could feel the chill on my backside. His cock was stiffer. I was quickly sucking hos balls and cock and he slid up his reclined seat, to allow me better access to his balls and he said “rim my arse Katie’ and I started licking his arsehole, as instructed. It took a little flexibility to get my mouth and tongue to his arsehole. At least it was pretty clean, as clean as it can be. He was sooo stiff that it made me very wet.

“tongue my arse Katie” he demanded. I pulled his cheeks apart to give greater access and like the slag I am I tongued his arse

He reached his hand between my legs and played with my pussy, using his fingers to widen my hole.

“Get ready Katie, for the other guys” he said, stiffening as he said it.

I was still rubbing his cock and I switched from arse to cock sucking again. I somehow managed to finger his arse and quickly he exploded all over me, his suit and his car. He wound the window back up, nothing had happened.

Jonathan asked if I wanted a lift back or whether hubby would take me. I said I would go back to Harry’s car, with Jonathan asking for my number. Foolishly I gave it, duh.

I was back to the street. I was getting a sense of the boredom of waiting and not being sure what was coming next and having to take what happened. Back on the street. I resorted to my “classic” hooker pose, so different from the other girls who were standing together or just looking bored, perking up only when a vehicle turned up, while I was on constant alert. It began to rain and we decided to cut our losses for the night and to return the next evening.

Saturday evening and I was back. stood, a little more confidently, by the road near a lamppost. I had my short leather skirt on, no thong, a basque, beneath a Debbie Harry t shirt, stockings and heels, oh and my red very short dress, that zipped up at the front.

A battered Peugeot estate pulled up, and an old man lent over to wind his window down, he looked at least 80, but maybe he had had a hard life. I sauntered over and bent down to look in

“You’re beautiful” he said then, “Business love? How much?”

I told him the prices and about Harry and explained I was here as a one off.

“Lucky for me, would you like to get in” he asked “and we’ll find somewhere quieter.”

In I got and despite the appearance outside, it was immaculately clean inside, with the backseats down and a clean look duvet spread out. We drove a bit further away, to a quiet lane, not far from the airport. I caressed his leg as we drove, but he didn’t twitch in a way to encourage me to touch his cock and I didn’t push it further, worried that he might pass out.

We stopped and got out and he asked me to remove my jacket and t shirt, to loosen my dress to free my tits and for me to lie on the duvet, with my legs dangling out the door. To my surprise he started rubbing my pussy, gently, like a man with experience, fingering me and make me climax a few times. He was incredibly skilful and I was almost on the ceiling. He was enjoying giving me pleasure. He asked me to rub his cock as he toyed with me and I did, but quickly made him sit on the edge whilst I took his cock in my mouth whilst looking up at him. His cock was viagra stiff and clean, almost too sterile, but I played with it, licked it to the base with my tongue and back again. I then went down on it, taking as much as I could of his big cock into my mouth. He pulled me up and lay down in the car with me on top, slipping his cock between my legs and me riding him – it was a bit of a squeeze. I was surprised at his stamina as he fondled my tits and then held his hands around my arse, squeezing, buttocks having a really good time. I felt him getting close to cumming and I whispered some filth to him and asked him to finger my arse, which he dutifully did, they seemed to do it fo him and he came, pumping semen into my pussy.

He lingered, not wanting to pull out. Then he searched for some wipes and cleaned himself meticulously, handing me some too. I put my clothes back on and asked if he could drop me off where he had picked up. I agreed and Harry followed not far behind. As he dropped me off he thanked me and asked for my number and said to call him if I wanted to do it again.

Back on the street I felt vulnerable again. Although Harry had paid one girl off, others were hovering for easy money. I stayed close and waited for what seemed ages.

Eventually another car stopped and I moved over to peer in and discuss terms. He had obviously been tipped off about a new girl on the job. He must have been a good twenty stone, and spoke with a broad Yorkshire accent. Ali was straight to the point he wanted a blow job. I agreed quickly and disappeared into his car. He didn’t do much chat and I felt obliged to rub his leg. We pulled over in the nearest dark spot and he pushed his seat back. He undid his belt and trousers and I leant over to extricate his cock and began licking and sucking it, very much aware of his big belly bets10 resting on my head.

His fingers explored whatever parts of my body he could reach, warm, sticky fingers all over.

Although whiffy, I licked it delicately with my tongue, cleaning the ridge of his helmet, (I am addicted to smeg) sucked it, rubbed it and squeezed his balls, he came quickly and I swallowed every last drop of his incredibly thick semen. He dropped me back and I was on the street again, nearly two hours gone.

I felt more threatened now as fresh meat seemed to be trumping the regular girls, girls who needed the money. We were getting ready to leave when a grey Mercedes van pulled up with two youngish guys in it.

They obviously liked the slutty look and were direct in what they wanted. Willing to pay double for a threesome. I decided to up my price to a ludicrous £10, all in. This was it for the eve, I explained about Harry etc and they were cool and I hopped in the front and off we drove to a dark corner. They had brought condoms and we were quickly down to action with Steve kneeling in the back being sucked off while Stevie fucked me from behind. They just wanted a fuck and wanted it to be with the same woman. They had wanted me to go back to their room, but I was wary of that. By now I was going through the motions, almost numb to the sex. I went through the motions with Steve licking, sucking, rubbing his perineum, all the little things and as he was about to come he pulled back and came all over my face, like a snow storm. I licked him clean afterwards, whilst Stevie was fucking away, with some staying power, before cumming inside me. I wish I could remember more about it, but by that point it was just two guys fucking me, and less horny pleasure for me. However, I was looking forward to being filthier for the rest of the evening, with my pledge to donate money and me, body and cunt, in kind, to homeless guys.

We drove into town got a drink and sat outside the bar despite the chill. I had my shiny black Mac on now and Moda en Pelle high heels, dressed to kill to catch street sleeper cock.

A homeless guy, with short ginger hair and closely cropped beard came asking for spare change. I asked him where he was sleeping, and he motioned his head towards a shop doorway, neatly stacked, well as neat as you could be in those circumstances, with cardboard, blankets, bags and stuff. I said I would pop over when I had had my drink.

I finished my drink and went over to the now laid back ginger guy who was chatting with 2 companions, one with a small, short haired dog. He was wearing a grey baseball cap, thick fleece and dirty vans on his feet, Greycap, I named him. The other guy sauntered off.

Now or never! I casually let open my long coat revealing my hooker outfit, conscious we were still out on a busy street, with lots of people out for the night. I crouched down to hand him the money I had earned whoring myself out. I told Ginger, with Greycap listening, that I had been pimped out to collect money for the homeless and I wanted some return for my good deeds, I smiled and winked.

Obviously my skirt barely covered anything and my cunt was leaking wet. I made sure that my legs were parted to leave nothing to the imagination, my tits were poking out from under my coat and I must have looked well and truly fucked.

“This is for you and your pals” I said, handing over the money and this can be for you too” I said looking down at my open legs and dripping pussy, and rubbing my clit. My cunt was almost at his eye level. I rubbed his thigh, moving higher. I could not be more obvious.

He began to stir and pulled the bag away from his legs, encouraging me to continue rubbing his thigh and crotch. I unzipped his fly and pulled out his stiffening cock. I licked it as looked at his face. A picture. Harry suggested we go to a nearby office car park which offered some privacy. The other guys followed.

I went down on my heels, licked and rubbed his cock slowly placing my mouth around it and fully savouring the strong taste – it took my breath away, a few days or more of unwashed, street cock taste. It was strong, but strangely arousing and potentially addictive, I tried to taste with my tongue the strong and rank flavours – salt, musk, strong piss, unwashed, but a distinctive taste.

I couldn’t really manage balancing as I was on my heels, so I took my coat off so that I could kneel down and give him my full attention. I licked and sucked it as if it was my first cock. He reached between my legs and started rubbing, with little tenderness, and fingering my cunt. The other guys also came close to touch me, my clothes, my body, my tits.

“Can I fuck You” he asked, so politely given the hard fingering I was getting.

“Yes, you can fuck me now” I uttered

and he moved quickly, beneath me, struggling in his excitement to find my pussy, so I helped guide him in. I rode him, moving backward and forwards cowgirl style, like a proper whore, holding his cock tight in my cunt. Then he wanted to fuck me from behind and I moved to all fours and he began to fuck me, slowly, holding on as if he wanted to remember every stroke.

I heard a voice “Can I join in….please”, and I looked up to see a cock in hand moving towards my face. Ginger spoke as if he owned me “sure, this chick won’t mind”

“My pleasure, I said” as Greycap put his cock to my lips.

My second taste of flavoursome cock. This one tasted of really old piss, no other way of putting bets10 güvenilir mi it. It was hairy, rank and cheesy, but you know what, that made me feel even cheaper, sluttier and horny. Two homeless guys, one pounding me from behind and the other’s smelly cock in my mouth.

Greycap was kneeling in front of me and I could just manage, balancing on one elbow, to rub his cock into my mouth with me left hand and cup his balls with my right. My cupping his balls and teasing his sack with my nails did it for him, I looked up and watched the pleasure in his face and in a surprisingly short time I got a massive explosion in my mouth. He held onto my head desperate for me to swallow every last drop – which I would have done anyway. I could hear a little laughter behind him and saw two other guys behind him. Ginger welcomed them, come on guys, join the fun.

I was being slow fucked by Ginger, still doing his best to enjoy every moment. I concentrated a little harder tightening my muscles around his cock and adding a little more movement pushing back on him. He sped up, just as another bare cock was placed before me. I couldn’t pay equal attention to both so I licked the stubby cock in front of me whilst focusing on the cock deep inside me. I could feel him building up to cum and I tightened as hard as I could and it was building, building, building up and I felt him speed up before pumping into me as hard as he could, slapping his balls against my arse, pump, pump, pump, as if he had never cum before, I couldn’t have stopped him if I had tried, he was in that state. It felt like buckets of cum. It was buckets of cum soon to attract the attentions of someones small dog.

Ginger eventually pulled out and I could see the fourth homeless guy, who looked haggard watching me, clearly wanting to take his go. He was taking a piss, a long smelly piss, not far from me and the spray was spreading to cover me too. Classy eh He was the scruffiest of the four looking as if he had come from a bin rummaging expedition. Dirty hands, yellow teeth and a ragged beard

“Go on then” I said “but take this please, taking a condom from my stocking top and he knelt behind me, took out his sheathed cock and slipped it in, he was so stiff, like he had taken a double dose of blue pill. Ginger had stayed close by, pushing down on the small of my back while feeling my tits. He was enjoying his time. Haggard was rougher with me, pinched my nipples, stuck his thumb and fingers in my arsehole. He played with me, almost pulling his thick, hard cock out before slamming into me as hard as he could. It put me off my cock sucking stride with stubby cock. In the corner of my eye I could see another homeless guy wanking over me, enjoying the spectacle and spraying as close to me as he could.

Greycap reappeared, with his dog and said that the bible crew were there with food

“Fuck em” said Haggard and Ginger almost in unison.

Haggard began to speed up, encouraged by Ginger who was still pinning me down.

“Fuck her, fuck her hard,” he said “fucking bitch, needs fucking”

he was pinching my nipples now. I could feel Haggard getting more aroused and the cum building, and he came deep inside me. He stayed inside me for ages, waiting until his cock softened and slipped out, as if he didn’t want to end being inside me. Leaking cum suggested that the condom had not been worn or perhaps he had stirred up the spunk I had been pumped full of already – a bit too late to complain. Harry would not be happy, although the sight of cum leaking from between my legs always turns him on.

“Next” shouted Ginger, which is when I realised that another cock was about to be stuck inside me. I was not in a position to refuse as I was held down by Ginger, not aggressively, I could have easily resisted, but I had put myself in this position. I focused on Stubby while mystery man tried to put a semi stiff cock inside me. I gestured to Stubby to swap places and he moved and stuck his short but stiff cock inside me while I worked on the youngish mystery man, who seemed to have Greycap’s dog with him. He kissed me, tongues, stinking of booze and cigarettes. Full on snog, before presenting his cock to me. I hadn’t been expecting that, I felt almost violated by Dogman, odd after all the cocks I had had that evening. It was that mix of washing machine and intrusive tongue search of every corner of my mouth.

Ginger was now encouraging Stubby to fuck me harder, and he was hitting me with some force, trying to push as much of his cock as possible inside me. Stubby came making a lot of noise. He swapped places with Dogman, pushing me to lick his cock clean. Young man seemed to have got over his nerves after loving attention from me to his cock. I could feel something wrapped around my left thigh and slowly clocked, by the laughter that the dog was fucking my leg and licking the spunk from my leg, I must admit the rough licking was quite a turn on- not my finest moment, I tried to wriggle it off, but he was holding on for dear life licking my inner thigh, moving higher, fucking hell, I came, “fucking hell, fucking hell, fucking hell” all to the amusement of the guys. (Something to try in the future?)

Eventually Dogman got into poll position and, pushing hs dog to one side, held me by my hips and fucked me, exploding after a minute or two. By now stubby cock was soft and as clean as it ever could be. Younger man offered me his cock again too, but went in for another snog whilst one or some of the guys fingered my cunt.

I could see a few more faces lurking in the shadows but Harry, spotting the opportunity to draw a close to the evening took it before the City’s homeless took advantage of the special offer

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