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My cousin’s wedding was tomorrow and I had spent all day shopping for the perfect dress to wear. She was only two years older than me at 24 so there was a lot of rivalry and I had to look my best. My feet were sore and I hadn’t found a dress to even consider. I’ve always found it hard to find a dress that fits my petite form while still accentuating my breasts. Today I was wearing a short black skirt, black lace panties and bra, and a dark purple tank top. The purple really sets off my brown eyes. My black hair is cut in a short chin length bob and today was hanging loose.
I was grouchy as I excited the mall; my black flats were beginning to pinch my toes. I sat down at one of the small benches they had scattered around the outside of the mall and slipped my shoes off and began massaging my left foot. I had spent all day at the mall and had only left because most of the stores were closed. The sun was beginning to set and the parking lot was almost completely empty.
I heard a strange sound and turned my head suddenly. A short walk from where I was standing was a concrete loading dock for the shops. It was kind of tucked away so it didn’t detract from the beauty of the mall. I heard the noise again but this time identified it as a human grunt. I debated going to investigate and finally decided I should, there could be someone hurt.
As I turned down the loading dock I noticed a man sitting in the corner. He wore a dirty plaid shirt and ripped and stained jeans. His skin looked as though he had never bathed and as I approached I found a terrible smell that burnt my nostrils.
“Excuse me, sir,” I began to say but stopped after the ‘excuse’. The dirty homeless man turned to look at me and I noticed what he was doing. His grimy hand was wrapped around his fully exposed 8 inch cock. “I’m so sorry,” I muttered and turned to leave. My cheeks were flush with embarrassment as I tried to get the image of a homeless man jacking off out of my head. My mind paused for a second on his cock. It was dirty and gross but a part of me wondered how it would feel to have him inside of me. I shuttered at the thought but I could feel my panties getting damp.
Before I had gotten more than a few steps away, I felt hands on my hips. As I went to turn around I was flung back deeper into the loading dock. I fell on my side and saw the man approaching. I dug in my purse for my phone but just as I reached it he was in front of me. He snatched it away and smashed it on the ground.
“Take whatever you want just please don’t hurt me,” I spoke as tears began forming in my eyes.
“I intend to take whatever I want,” the man said in a raspy voice. It was then that I noticed his large cock was still protruding from his jeans and was pulsing with hardness. I began to sob as he pushed me onto my back taking hold of my arms with one of his hands. He was strong and didn’t look very old, maybe late 30’s. His knee was pressed into my stomach.
With his free hand he pushed up my skirt and began rubbing my pussy through my underwear. “You liked what you saw didn’t you.” I shook my head. “Don’t lie. I can feel how wet you are. You must be a real slut.”
“I’m not a slut,” I protested but he took his hand away from my pussy and slapped my face so hard I could already feel it bruising.
“You said take what I want just don’t hurt you. So you can either let me have what I want or I will hurt you, understand?” I nodded and his hand returned to under my skirt. He ripped off my panties and tossed them aside. He then, unceremoniously, shoved two fingers into pussy. I yelped but quieted down when he looked at me. “You’ve got a tight little cunt for a whore,” he said as he pumped two fingers into me. I could feel my pussy dripping with excitement and had to admit I was enjoying it just a little bit.
Suddenly he changed his position and his cock was right in front of my face. He was holding my arms down on either side of my body. “Open,” he said and as soon as I did he forced his cock deep into my throat. He began thrusting hard, his balls hitting my eyes and nose. His cock tasted terrible, like mayonnaise that had been left out in the sun for a week. His balls smelt just as bad as his cock tasted. “Yeah, slut, clean my dirty cock with your tonsils.” He fucked my throat like you’d fuck a pussy. As the minuets passed by I hoped this would be all he wanted and would soon leave me alone but I was wrong.
He withdrew his cock and flipped me over so my face was pressed against the concrete. I hated myself but I was a little excited. He pulled apart my ass cheeks and spit on my asshole. Before I could comprehend, he was forcing his dick into my ass. I started to scream, he was so big. He pushed my head hard against the ground leaving scratches on my un-bruised cheek. As soon as he had his cock all the way in, he began thrusting. I could feel my ass being ripped open.
“You’re such a dirty slut letting a homeless man fuck your ass,” he whispered in my ear. “I can tell you like it too.” He pounded my ass hard and I had to admit I liked it. It hurt but was also bringing me pleasure. After a long while of him fucking my ass he pulled out quickly and shoved his filthy cock into my pussy.
“Mmmmmm,” he moaned. “Your cunt is almost as nice as your ass.” His huge cock was abusing my pussy over and over. My pussy was dripping, a sloppy mess running down my thighs. “Now I’m going to make you my cum dumpster,” he said as he picked up speed. Soon I could feel his hot seed filling my pussy. “Your cunt is eating up my cum. You really are a nasty slut.” He pumped a few more times then got up and left.
I lay there for a few minutes, the homeless man’s cum leaking from my cunt, my ass and throat sore. I then reached down and began rubbing my clit until I came. I really was a dirty slut.

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