Homeless Women Porn の小説・ストーリー

Warning- Further scene may trigger you and you may feel it bizarre so please read at your own risk. Laying on the bed completely naked Orni was again wincing like a fish that was brought from the water forcefully. Her eyes were half opened, her body was needy but her mind was still conscious. She was again drugged by VR Suddenly, the room's door burst open and two women who were wearing sexy lingerie entered the room. Shutting the door they started approaching Orni with predatory moves. These women are porn actresses and VR hired them for his next level fucked up planning.

The ache between my legs had turned into pure torture — swollen, dripping, begging for something, anything. I locked my door, kicked off my heels, and threw myself onto the bed still in my work clothes. My hand was already sliding up my skirt before I could stop myself. No. Not yet. I grabbed my phone with trembling fingers and downloaded three new p**n videos — the filthiest threesome ones I could find. Two men, one woman. Priests in my head. I turned the volume low, propped the phone on my pillow, and hit play. The first scene started: a girl on her knees between two huge cocks, sucking one while the other slapped against her cheek. My breath hitched.

Sure, there was a slight hint when we fucked, but this is way bigger than that. The two women inside, one strapped to a bed, the other woman holding a whip, looking away. I don't need to see more. The second window was just like the first; however, a woman was naked, kneeling with her arms bound behind her back, and there was a man and a woman with her. Okay, I can cope with that; my mind is processing the thoughts well considering, reaching the third window, I feel brave glancing inside.

The air was thick with the scent of sweat, slick, and pure lust. Some inmates just hung their holes up in the air — legs spread wide on tables or against walls — inviting anyone to fuck them. A line had already formed behind one woman, men waiting their turn to slam into her dripping cunt while she moaned like a whore, her body shaking with every thrust. Her pussy was red and swollen, cum leaking out as the next man stepped up and buried himself inside her with a grunt, pounding her hard while she cried out in pleasure. It was raw. Animalistic. Completely shameless.

And her mouth dropped open. Women tied up, women with collars on, men fucking them against walls. People bent into awkward positions, having sex with multiple people. Men getting whipped by women in leather, women getting fucked by four men at the same time. Blow jobs in every position, sex in even more. She felt her face and neck get hot, blushing darkly at the photos.

Before I could respond, she continued, "I could smell the stench of infidelity on him from a few feet away." She clapped a hand on my shoulder, then gestured toward the building outside, the one with the glowing "massage parlor" sign. "You know what that place is? My ex-husband cheated on me with a woman from there," she said. "That place is full of women like her. Most of them were abandoned young. As they grew up, they grew desperate to climb the ladder. So, they're willing to do anything for money.

He was in the business of selling flesh, and she was his newest whore. Lena hadn't seen any of the other women, for they were all kept cloistered in tiny cells identical to hers, each prostitute locked in her own solitude. The individual cells were all lined up next to each other in a larger, equally desolate room. The cell Lena occupied had no furniture, with the exception of a thin mat for sleeping and a small woolen blanket. The walls were stone, and there were no windows. Lena assumed that meant that she was being kept underground. Thick wooden doors covered each cell, with only a small opening for the nightly delivery of food. Lena only knew that there were other women based on the nois

"i had no money and nowhere to go. I camped out in this back alley that was connected to a strip club. The women were kind to me and always snuck food and water out to me on their breaks. I ended up crashing on the couch of one of the dancers once winter hit. We eventually had a sexual fling but even then I had no emotion connection to the woman. It was strictly sex. Months went by and I floated from my striper's couch to the next, always having sexual flings with them.

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The two women couldn't get close to each other quick enough. Delores licked and sucked on Mom's 38Ds like a man who'd been lost in the desert was getting his first drink of water. As she did, we removed the cuffs. As soon as her hands were free, one stuffed itself into her own snatch, and the other fisted into Mom's. For the rest of the night she pawed, stroked, cupped, and petted various body parts of every person in the room. By the time we were done, both women were full of and covered in sticky, white cum. Steve, Matt, and I were exhausted. The women were sprawled out on the floor. Pastor Wilson was slumped over in his chair sound asleep.