Let the bum have his way

The bum has a strange idea of "negotiating" and he's a stinking, disgusting, loser, but you need that coat. You swallow your pride - not to mention the vomit threatening to spew out of your mouth - and you begin to grind your bare pussy up against the bum.

He pulls his tongue from your mouth and grins.

"Go ahead, do it," you tell him.

For a drunk old fool he's quick with his hands. In seconds he's wriggled around and worked his jeans down to his knees. You get one brief look at the warty monster of a bludgeon between his legs and then you gasp as he impales you to the hilt on his cock.

"Chrisht!" He slurs, his eyes nearly rolling back in his head.

He pounds his stinking schlong into the wet tunnel of your cunt, his big hairy balls slapping against your asshole with each thrust. He slobbers and sucks on your big breasts and hard pink nipples as he fucks you.

"Oh yes," you say without any passion. "Fuck me good."

"Yesshh!" He cries. "You like tha big dick, dontcha?"

The wet slurping of his cock is joined by the crunch of soda cans and the rattle of the dumpster as it sways from the motion. He picks up the pace, hammering his dick into your aching slit and drizzling your breasts with drops of sweat from his face.

You can tell he is getting closer and closer to cumming. You just hope he has the decency to pull out.