Homeless Women Porn の小説・ストーリー

Easy access. One night I stayed until morning. I brought a small blanket and spread it on the floor between shelves. The book rested beside me as I lay back and opened it again. This memory was the strongest yet. A woman in a luxurious bed with three men. One in her mouth, one in her pussy, one sliding between her tits. They used her relentlessly, praising her body, calling her their perfect fucktoy. I repeated the words out loud while I rubbed my aching clit. “Use me… I’m your little whore tonight.”

The kind of app people used when they didn't want messages traced. Unknown sender. This message will disappear after viewing. I shouldn't have opened it. But my fingers moved on their own. "Fuck yes—ride my cock just like that—" A woman's pornographic moan. The wet, obscene slap of flesh pounding against flesh. "God, your pussy is so fucking tight—so much better than that frigid bitch would ever be—" "She's probably never even touched herself—that repressed little virgin—I bet her cunt is dry as a desert—" "Forget her—fuck—I'm gonna cum so deep inside you—"

The skinny girls weren't prepared for this kind of conversation. Next to me, the woman who participated in my homemade and weird porn, still sucked Ramirez. The man was moaning now, and that was a cold water bath on my erection. I was a little disgusted, I can't lie. Every moan of the woman was muffled by the sound of suction and how wet things were. I kept staring at the ceiling of the bunk bed, looking for some crack or anything that would distract me from that situation. "What are your most particular perversions? " asked the woman.

I believed our mate bond was unbreakable. Today was our fourth wedding anniversary. I sat alone in the empty dining room when my phone buzzed with a video from an anonymous number. The instant I opened it, a woman's obscene moans pierced my ears. On screen, a voluptuous woman lay naked and face-down on a bed, her pale ass raised high. A powerful man was fucking her from behind with savage abandon. The man's face wasn't visible, but his thick cock was slamming into her soaking wet pussy, each withdrawal dragging out thick white streaks before plunging back in to the hilt.

"Emergency. Hot slut next door is free use. Already dripping with cum. Come through right now. No limits." The replies flooded in almost instantly. More guys from the dorm buildings and nearby apartments started confirming. Within twenty minutes, the apartment door kept opening as fresh faces arrived. By the time the new wave finished arriving, there were twenty eight guys total packed into the living room and kitchen. Some were shirtless, some still in shorts, all of them hard and excited at the sight of the naked, cum soaked woman on the floor. "God damn," one new arrival said, a tall muscular guy named Jamal. "You guys were not exaggerating. She looks like a proper p**n whore."

I connected my phone, opened the private browser tab I kept bookmarked, and cast the video to the screen. The scene loaded instantly and a girl about my age, dark hair, small tits, getting railed on a kitchen counter by an older man. He was tall, muscled, salt-and-pepper hair, the kind of body that looked like it still lifted heavy things for fun. He had her legs hooked over his arms, pussy spread wide, cock slamming in deep and slow while she moaned like she was dying from pleasure. The sound filled the living room with wet slaps, her high-pitched whimpers, his low growls telling her to take it, take every inch.

Her eyes were half-closed in ecstasy, lips parted as she gasped and whimpered like a bitch in heat. On the laptop, a chat window scrolled wildly with messages: tips pouring in, hearts exploding, filthy requests flooding the screen. “Fuck yourself harder, slut!” “Shove it deeper!” “You’re such a dirty whore today!” Euro amounts flashed with each donation—€50, €100, €500—adding up insanely fast. Zara was a cam whore. A filthy, successful one, by the looks of it.

How many sex houses were in this city? I watched the women, and realized that they looked quite the same as Lolita; unkempt, filthy, and the whole place stunk so badly that I almost wanted to throw up. They were not ashamed of their nakedness. Most of them already had sagging breasts and fallen thighs. I caught sight of a young woman sitting by the corner, gurgling out blood, and no one paid any attention to her. This was way worse than the auction house! They obviously weren’t taken care of, and I felt disgusted to the pit of my stomach.

Once upon a time, I would have joined them. The second room came in close. A dark skinned couple was having at it, her breasts swaying with each stroke from behind. Glass separated the viewing room and the live action porn. From where I stood, more than five couples were having at it. In the furthest corner, I recognized russet tresses between thick legs. They were playing after all.

A face pressed against the glass opposite mine. A woman. Her hair was matted with filth. Her eyes were wide, vacant. She was naked, her stomach distended. Pregnant. I looked down the line. Six more cells. Six more women. All Omegas. All heavily pregnant. "What the fuck have you done?" I shouted, my voice echoing off the glass.