Homeless Women Porn Novels & Stories

“All these girls watching you take dick like a pro whore.” He fucked her harder, deeper, until he reached her womb. Pulling almost all the way out before slamming back in. Raven’s arms gave out and her face pressed against the concrete, ass still up like an offering. The cane welts burned every time his hips hit them. She came anyway. Hard, shaking and squirting around his cock, soaking his balls and the ground underneath her. A broken moan tore out of her throat. Julian didn’t stop. “One.” He kept going, using her pussy like it was his personal toy. The other women were forced to watch. Some looked terrified. A couple had their hands between their legs, ashamed but touching themselves.

Cherry's POV You'll find today in many parts of the world that women claim that being strippers or hookers or prostitutes or porn stars is a form of sexual liberation and independence. They say that it's a way of embracing their womanhood and finding pride in the power of their flesh and somehow, a lot of women today see this as honest work that should be done without an atom of shame.

I assumed it was work but when I glanced over, I caught a glimpse of the screen. P**n. A woman on her knees, her mouth full and her eyes watering as a thick cock fucked her throat. The volume was low, but the wet sounds were unmistakable and even Nica didn’t try to hide it. He kept watching, his jaw tight as his thumb scrolled slowly. Heat flooded my face and my nipples tightened against the thin dress. I knew I should have looked away, but I couldn’t. The sight of him getting hard while watching such raw filth made my pussy clench.

Amara lay in bed, staring at the ceiling, her thoughts louder than the stillness around her. This was how it started. Not with grand gestures. Not with impossible choices. But with small moments. Questions that shouldn’t be asked. Answers that weren’t given. Lines that were still intact— But no longer felt quite as solid as they once had. And that was far more dangerous than anything she had imagined.

I was on solo hiking tour to Vietnam and that evening ended up in a remote village. I sought for shelter in a local dingy hotel run by some attractive chubby women aged around 40s. They wore no bra and one could see their juggling boobs at ease. I had good food with local liquor and went to bed. I could not sleep and those mature women were lingering in my mind - I love mature pussies!! At mid-night suddenly a woman inquired whether I needed anything for the night. Yes, I did need something – sex with a mature woman.

Be honest, what’s the worst, filthiest thing you’ve ever done for money? I’ll give you a minute to think about that. Think very closely… Great, now I’ll tell you what mine is… sex. Filthy dirty sex where I was used like a whore and worse; it wasn’t even by a man. It was a woman. A powerful, rich woman who turned out to be exactly the kind of dirty fantasy my body had been craving for years.

Headlines, group chats, social media feeds—all screaming the same thing: “Old Intimate Video of Liora and Noah Anderson Leaked Online.” Liora froze. Her hand trembled as she tapped one of the links. “New Scandal: Leaked BDSM Video of Noah Anderson and Liora Wrenford.” “Is This Proof Liora Isn’t the Pure Woman She Claims to Be?” She scrolled through the comments, each one a knife to her chest. “No wonder Xavier chose her, she’s clearly experienced.” “How could the wife of a Wrenford have such a filthy past?” “This video is beyond disgraceful.”

The men were commenting and occasionally chuckling lewdly at the images. I was surprised and pulled on Aaron’s arm. "What’s going on here, Aaron?" He greeted the men, seemingly familiar with them, before explaining the setup to me. As I listened, my eyes widened in realization. No wonder Aaron had taken a liking to camping here—the real reason lay right before us. Each woman's video had a number in the corner, which corresponded to a tent outside. For a fee of three thousand bucks, you could book a tent, and the woman from the video would be waiting inside for you.

They distract you and lead you astray and when you finally come to your senses it’s too late, they’ve destroyed everything and left you with nothing but the clothes on your back. Women are worthless and disgusting, posing half-naked and some of them naked just to make money, to sell lipstick or a handbag and the funny thing is they let men make them do it and they chose to do it. Such lying, filthy, deceitful whores, Nikiwe had me there, smart woman, trying to lure me with her looks. I'm way too smart for that trick.

"Those women never cleaned any part of that club and if you think they did, you're dumber than most Bubbas." At least I understand this insult. I enjoy her spirit and sparring with her. And she's correct about the cleaning aspect of the women's job. I steal another tater tot. "Eat your own," she huffs. I give her my best who me smile and take a drink of soda. "I know the whores cleaned things up every once in a while after Fox would finally put his foot down. They're junkies. They do the minimum required for their next fix and most of that was on their backs or knees. They can get off the drugs or get out-"