You’d never believe what a slut I am.
I mean, I brought myself to a new low. Even for me!
I was playing truth or dare with friends like the mature adults we are and one of them dared me to fuck a homeless man. Called me out as the whore that I proudly am.
“You’ll never do it you chicken!” she teased…
Now, those were fighting words for sure!
Being drunk and high on peer pressure I couldn’t back down now.
So, we went on the hunt for an appropriate homeless stud for me to milk the cum out of.
After we found the “victim” of our dare I got to have a really good look at him. I wasn’t sure if this was a safe thing to do. His skin was a brown gray from dirt, his hair was dreadlocked in oil and grease and mixed with mats. He smelled like a mix of hard liquor and piss and he had obviously been homeless for a very long time.
When we walked up to the man he looked at us suspiciously and then took the moment to stare at our tits hungrily. I guess not very many hot girls got close enough to smell him let alone for him to stare at such tender pickings.
“Soooo…” my friend began in a promising slur. “My friend here… Well, she needs to fuck a transient like your handsome self.” She flashed the man a wide grin as she pushed me forward. “We have decided you are just the type of man we’re looking for so, for the cost of nothing you’d get to plow her young tight pussy for as long as you want.”
The man blinked, obviously disbelieving what he was just told. “You, fuck her, understand?” she said in a dead pan. Obviously annoyed with having to explain herself again.
The man laughed, well cackled… it was creepy. And stood up putting his body right up against mine. He smelled so bad and when he talked the toxic gas that was his breath washed over my face making me gag. He laughed harder, pulling me in for a slimy disgusting kiss. When I pulled away I looked at my friend “I think this is a bad idea…” I managed before he laughed again, he sounded like a villain in a cartoon with that evil cackle.
“To late beautiful!” he grinned as he licked my ear, his spit coating it in a way that gave me shivers. His nasty piss scented hits grinding against my hips. “Your ‘friend’ already said that you’re mine to fuck.”
He pushed me to the ground, forcing my knees out from under me as he covered me with his disgusting body. His hips forcing my legs to spread, my shirt to move up to my hips and his cloth covered cock to grind against my panty covered pussy.
I felt so sick to my stomach, his stench just getting worse the more he kissed, licked, and forced himself on me. I could smell his cock when he pulled it out of his pants. It made me think he was sick, he had something that made him smell off and I tried to beg for him to stop before he stuck his slimy dirty tongue back in my mouth. Laughing as he made me gag again.
He wasted no time, ripping my panties off and shoving his cock into my dry push with a groan of satisfaction as my scream of pain was muffled by his mouth. He kept thrusting, not paying any heed to the burning friction and tearing muscles as he forced my unwanting and not ready muscles to stretch around his cock.
He came in minutes, thankfully, as his cum lubed his cock making the still thrusting member a big easier to deal with. He kept going, his body shaking and shuddering over mine as his cock began to soften inside of me.
He pulled out leaving me a shivering sobbing mess underneath him before putting his dirty and mostly likely diseased cock right in front of my nose. “Suck it clean he said.” And as I vomited all over that dirty man and his cock he just laughed before shoving his blood tinted, cum and vomit covered cock down my throat.
His laughing gets wilder and wilder as he shoved himself in my mouth over and over, each time I gagged around him he got just a bit harder.
I don’t know how long he fucked me, I just know that eventually my friend finally took me home and I went to the doctor with a torn vagina and to make a battery of tests for STIs…
I’m never playing truth or dare again.
