Used once more

Two things eventually bring you out of a deep sleep. The first is the harsh sun in your eyes, peaking past the rooftops. The other is a pleasurable, throbbing sensation in your pussy.

As your eyes flutter open, you find yourself on your back, still naked as the day you were born. It is still quite early in the morning, the sun low in the sky and the city still shrugging off the silence of the night. Looking down your body, you see a man buried balls deep in your cunt! He is quite young, most likely in his twenties, and obviously homeless. His clothes are almost as dirty as his body. He has a dark tan from spending his days begging in the street and a scar across one missing eye. His cock is quite large, though, pressing against your cervix.

"Begging your pardon, ma'am, but Old Roger said you were good for a quick fuck!" He begins to pump in and out again, the movement pushing a moan past your lips. "If you do not mind, it has been many moons since I enjoyed a woman's company."

"Don't, uhhh... don't worry, it's... gods, it's no trouble!" You can barely get the words out through the waves of pleasure flowing into your mind. A small part of you is horrified at your body being treated as a commodity but those thoughts are quickly ignored. It almost feels right to be treated this way, to bring pleasure to the less fortunate. Sexual charity, in some twisted way. You wrap your legs around him in a further show of consent as he pounds into you.

Within less than a minute you are brought to a powerful orgasm. Your toes curl as your pussy clamps down on his dick, losing yourself to the pleasure. The man seems to be spurred on by your climax, fucking you faster and faster. This just serves to extend your orgasm, squeezing every drop of ecstasy out of your body. By the time it finally dies down, your brain feels like complete mush. You try to be a good little slut, pushing back against his thrusts, but your thoughts are so all over the place you barely manage that. He does not seem to mind, though, content to simply use your body.

As he continues to fuck you, you look over his shoulder at the road behind him. People are finally starting to take to the streets, the stream of passers-by steadily growing. A few of them glance into the alley and get a glimpse of the show. Most just give you a wink or a lecherous grin but some call out words of encouragement. You no longer mind the audience, part of you even happy to be watched. The more people that see you get fucked is more people getting to enjoy your body. In that way, it is a win-win!

The vagrant's breaths become increasingly uneven as he gets closer and closer to his climax. However, before he blows his load he was able to squeeze one more orgasm out of you, your shuddering body squirting all over his cock. Whilst you are still in the throes of pleasure he pulls out, giving his member a few strokes before erupting all over your stomach. He does not cum a lot, probably owing to his lack of nutrition, but his thick globs of semen still paint your stomach. You both just lay there for a few moments, recovering from your respective orgasms.

"Oh man, thank you very, very much ma'am!" The man exclaimed, putting his cock into his breeches. "You've done me quite the service and I swear I won't soon forget it!" With a tip of the hat, he leaves you on the ground covered in his cum, walking out onto the street. In your current position, anybody passing by could easily walk up and take you.

Lying on the ground, you reflect on his words. You truly had done him a great service. The pleasure evident on his face while fucking you was unmistakable. It is not his fault he was down on his luck, undesirable to the ladies and too poor to afford a whore. Why should the homeless suffer, their lust unsated? If the past twenty-four hours have taught you anything it is that your body is built for one use and one use only - to please men. Your aspirations to become a healer have really just been an innate desire to help others. These two desires have a natural intersection.

As you rise to your feet, you bear a new world view. A new drive and mission in life. Gone is the naive adventurer. Your true purpose is to serve the poor in a way only you could!