Homeless Problem

"Hey do you have any spare change?"

She looked at the man in disgust. She hated beggars. They were always filthy and it seemed to her you could always tell they were on some sort of drug. Something about the sunken cheeks or bags underneath their eyes.

"Fuck off creep. Get a job and maybe you wouldn't be homeless."

What she didn't realize is that those two sentences were going to ruin her life.

The man stared at her with obvious hatred in his eyes. She was beginning to feel even more creeped out by the silence. She tried her best to maintain her dominance in the situation by keeping her bitch face on.

Suddenly he spoke, but there was no sound, except she still... heard him? She felt a deep primal fear, like seeing a ghost or a demon.

If you don't have money to offer, you will always offer your throat.

She felt like fingers were inside her head squishing her brain. Mixing it up like ground beef. She could feel the change. Something important, something deep and critical to herself seemed to be slipped out of place, and something else inserted. Nausea hit her hard and she felt like she was going to puke, but the next thing she knew the man disappeared and she was left sitting there.

For a few days nothing seemed off, she went about her life and tried to forget the encounter she had. She had almost convinced herself she had dreamed it... almost

"Hey ma'am. Do you have any money?"

An old and obviously homeless guy approached her. She reacted how she normally did, in disgust.

"Ew, why would you ask me for money when you could use my slutty mouth?"

There was a moment of silence as both of them stared at each other in disbelief.

"Uh... What I meant was please use my fucking throat like a cum dump!"

She tried to stand up and scream, but instead she sunk. Huh? What the fuck am I doing? She thought to herself as she went to her knees. Next thing she knew her body opened her mouth as wide as it could go, and stuck out her tongue, while pulling her tits out.

Screaming within her head, she tried to move, tried to speak, but nothing came out. Rather... something went in.
Deep
Over and over
She wanted to puke
But her gag reflex was gone now

She avoided the city streets now. Always trying to avoid homeless or vagrants. She even had to leave church after she forgot money for the offering once.

Right now she was hiking, alone, and far away from people.

She thought about her reputation and how thoroughly it had destroyed. Her work let her go after someone asked to borrow a dollar for a vending machine. Her family kicked her out after her brother asked to borrow some money.

But now she was alone, hiking through the woods. Life ruined, but somewhat at peace here in nature. Away from it all. Until she heard some groaning. She turned saw a man waking up from sleeping on the park bench. He was using newspaper as a blanket. Another homeless...

Her heart sank the moment the man spoke.

"Excuse me miss, do you have any spare change? I just want something to eat."

"I don't have any change, but maybe you can give ME something to eat? Come over here and give me that hot sticky cum..."

After getting throat fucked for three hours out in the woods, she realized she would never be safe.