Emma give the tramp what he wants

Mark glanced at his watch, the flicker of relief in his eyes betraying him. “That’s two minutes,” he said flatly. His tone was final, but both Emma and the tramp looked crestfallen, the tramp pulled his fingers away and began to lick them, Emma removed her hands from the back of her head and stumbled, her knees weak.

Emma reached for her coat, but paused when she noticed the heavy bulge in the tramp’s filthy tracksuit bottoms. She gave a small, amused smile, almost casual.

“If we had somewhere… private, maybe with a bed,” she murmured, “I could help you with that.”

The tramp’s eyes lit up instantly. “I’ve got a bed,” he said quickly, clutching at the waistband of his trousers. “I’m not homeless, you know. Come on. This way.”

Mark groaned, but Emma slipped her hand through his arm, urging him to follow.

They crossed to a squat, derelict building tucked behind the train station, a disused warehouse with grime-blackened windows and a sagging roofline. The tramp led them inside, past rusted girders and cracked concrete. The sound of dripping water echoed through the cavernous space. At one point, a rat scuttled past Mark’s shoe and he cursed under his breath.

Finally, the tramp stopped before a small interior room. Inside was nothing but a bare mattress on the floor, stained with unidentifiable marks, its springs poking through the fabric. The air stank of damp, old food, sweat and cum.

The tramp spread his arms as though unveiling a throne. “Ta-da. My bed.”

Emma laughed, not unkindly. The absurdity of it, the filth, the smell, the pride in his voice, thrilled her all the more. She slipped her coat from her shoulders and handed it to Mark, who took it reluctantly, shaking his head.

“I can’t believe you’re doing this,” he muttered.

But Emma was already stepping forward completely naked, skin luminous under the harsh strip of light falling through a crack in the wall. With a slow, deliberate motion, she laced her fingers behind her head and arched her back, presenting herself.

“Alright,” she said, her voice firm and teasing. "Fuck me"

The tramp grabbed her Emma roughly and threw her to the bed knocking the wind out of her, the springs dug into her soft buttocks and she could feel sticky liquid on her back and in her hair, she opened her legs inviting him in and he pulled down his tracksuit bottoms, even from feet away she could smell it, liquid dribbled from the end and it did look as if it had been washed this decade.

Emma recoiled for a second and Mark smirked "not so helpful now are we"

Emma leaned forward and pulled the tramp towards her kissing him on his lips, he rough beard scratching her face, his taste like a pub carpet. She felt something wet hit the inside of her leg and reached down, guiding it towards her opening. The tramp pushed his way in and Emma wrapped her legs around his waist pulling him closer.

The thrusts were deep and forceful, this was not love making this was fucking, he pulled out and turned her over on her front, Emma was face down on the mattress, she could taste its putrid fabric as the tramp pushed into her pussy again, she arched her back to give him better access and he fucked her.

Emma could barely breath and felt light headed, the weight of the man held her down and she let him use her.

Eventually he rolled off wiping his spend cock on the inside of her leg, Emma remained face down adding more liquid to the mattress from her used pussy.

Mark was impressed, he had kept his eyes on Emma the full time.

A cough behind him got his attention and Mark turned 4 other tramps stood watching the performance, Mark was initially startled until the first tramp laughed "It's ok, they are my mates"

Emma turned on the bed, a white sicky mess on her face and her breasts covered in a yellow stain from old food, she opened her legs letting the last of the tramps cum drain out of her, "Do you guys want a shot to" she asked a grin forming across her face.

One by one Emma was used by the men, sucking and fucking, letting them toucher her and making her scream in pleasure Mark and the first tramp watched the show and the tramp turned to Mark saying "Got any spare change"

Mark signed and said "I've only got a 50" the Tramp smiled back "that's ok, that's 10 for me and 10 for each of my mates"

On the car journey home Emma sat in her dress, her coat was gone, stolen and pawned by one of the men that had used her. The all the windows of the car were open and Mark struggled to focus on the open road as the tears formed in his eyes from the smell emanating from Emma.

With a cough he said "Ok the first thing you do when we get home is go for a long hot bath little lady"

Emma she didn't notice

All she could think about was doing more for her community in the same way.