A homeless bedmate

Warning: Contains Dubiously Consensual Sex

As you shamble down the street, you feel even more watched than when you'd been the tavern's slut. The darkness seems to be closing in as you continue down the road. The fear-induced adrenaline seems to be wearing off as well, the effects of the **** coming back to cloud your mind.

All of a sudden, you hear voices coming down the street... right towards you! Panicking, you duck into a nearby alleyway, hiding behind a pile of broken furniture. Out of the darkness emerge two shady individuals, seemingly oblivious of your existence. They talk in hushed voices, not allowing you to glean a hint of their conversation. You are just happy to see them pass, drifting into the same darkness they came from. You let loose a sigh of relief as your body relaxes.

"Hey girlie, where'd your clothes wander off ta?"

Freezing, you spin around in search of the voice. Your eyes finally settle on a vagrant sitting beside a dumpster. An older man, he is quite thin and sickly, most likely from eating only scraps to get by. He wears battered, torn rags which, at the moment, are struggling to contain a growing erection.

You open your mouth to curse him out, or perhaps ask for help, or maybe even to scream. However, nothing comes out. You expected to feel embarrassed and angry that a lowlife like him is staring so obviously at your naked body. But after servicing an entire bar of people, you seem to have lost any semblance of shame. In fact, right now the only thing you want is the relative comfort of the dirty blanket he was lying on.

"Sir?" You ask, your voice hoarse from the earlier throatfucking. "Would you... would you mind if I shared your bed?"

The beggar cackles at your comments, scratching his beard. "Bed, eh? Guess you could call it that!" As his laughter dies down, he seemed to realize the opportunity in front of him. "Well, I'd be happy to share this 'bed' of mine if ye be kind enough to warm up me nethers, if you understand me meaning, that is?"

You simply shrug, walking over to the old man. He seems to be astounded by his luck when you lie down in front of him, facing away from him. "Take whichever hole you want," you tell him nonchalantly, wiggling your ass. You can feel the smile grow on his face as he scrambles to whip out his member.

"Gods above, you are filthy!" He remarks with a lust-filled voice, practically tearing his rags off. "You musta had quite the night, lassie!" He deliberates for a few seconds, pausing with his dick in his hand, before he finally pushes it into your asshole. You are not sure if he is small or you are loose but he slides in easily, bottoming out on the first thrust. The beggar groans from the contact, his first time in a while you guess. He rests inside your tight rear for a second, his cock throbbing inside the tight channel. However, he soon desires more, slowly beginning to pump in and out, enjoying every moment of this lucky encounter. His hands snake around and paw at your juicy tits, his fingers rough and needy. You don't pay him much mind, settling into the uncomfortable sleeping arrangement.

As he continues to fuck you, you start to realize how tired you are. You supposed it is reasonable to be exhausted after a night of being a freeuse healslut. The homeless man pounding into your asshole almost becomes white noise in the background as you close your eyes. You can feel the cobblestone of the streets through the blanket but at this point you don't care. Usually, your dreams consist of you on some sort of adventure. However, as sleep overtakes you, all your mind can conjure are various strangers using your body for their pleasure.