"I'll suck your cock for $20" she croaked in a raspy stage whisper, "Swallow it for $30."
I had opened the door to the fast food joint before her words penetrated my travel-weary brain and I let it shut slowly behind me as I stepped over to the young woman as she looked up from where she squatted on the ground, her face a mixture of fear and expectation.
"You hungry?" I asked hesitantly before nodding at the restaurant behind us, "Fancy something from inside?"
"They won't let me in there", she answered quietly and even in the dim shadows, I could see her cheeks colouring with shame.
"Sure they ...." I began but as the full odour of her unwashed body and clothes reached my nostrils, I realised the obvious truth in her words.
My head bobbed in embarrassment before I stepped out of the alley and into the warmth, noise and light of the shop.
I gently dropped the paper bag containing a burger and fries into her lap as I walked back to my car and placed the cup of steaming coffee onto the pavement beside her.
I was starting the car, my own food on the passenger seat beside me as she knocked gently on my window, the food still clutched in one of her grimy fists, a bundle of shopping bags in the other.
"I reckon this is pretty close to twenty bux worth" she croaked again as I wound down my window, "Did you want that blow job?"
It was my turn to blush deeply and I hoped it wasn't too obvious in the low light within the car. I shrugged up at her but as she walked around to the passenger side door, I cracked it open and moved my food from the seat.
"Can I at least eat first?" she asked plaintively and she obviously took my silence for agreement as she took a large swig of her coffee and placed it upon the dashboard before attacking her food with great enthusiasm, if not particularly commendable table manners.
I started on my own food but her stench welled up in the confines of the car and I was forced to wind down my window.
"Sorry, it's been..." she began before her cheeks flooded red again and she simply shovelled more fries into her mouth.
An idea began to form in my mind and I watched her surreptitiously from the corner of my eye as I tried to join the dots. In the dim light of the car it was possible to see past the layers of grime on her face, the shabbiness of her unwashed clothes and the tangle of hair that tumbled over her shoulders.
"Where are you headed?" I asked quietly, nodding towards the small pile of shopping bags that she had piled at her feet when climbing into my car.
She just snorted derisively at the stupidity of my question and continued to wolf down her food.
"I live about an hour from here", I began quietly, "I am on my own for this weekend. I can give you the chance to wash your clothes, sleep in a bed, shower..." I dribbled to a halt as she stared at me in silence.
"I'm guessing it'll cost me more than just a head job?" she snorted again.
"Ten minutes ago you were willing to suck my cock for $20", I replied, struggling to keep the embarrassment from my voice, "I'm offering you a chance to clean up and sleep well for the weekend. I won't ask you do anything you're not willing to do."
She stared at me in silence for a full minute or two until I began to mumble an apology and fumbled at my door with the intention of dumping my food and ridding myself of my sullen passenger.
"Okay" she suddenly agreed, her face still full of suspicion, "But you said you were alone this weekend. Does that imply you aren't normally alone?" It was my turn to remain silent and turn away from her as I started the car.
We had been driving for only a couple of minutes before she opened the passenger window and threw the remnants of both of our meals out into the street.
She took a last swallow of her coffee before allowing that to join the rest of the rubbish I could see blowing along the street in my rear-view mirror and reached across to effortlessly unzip my jeans.
"No, wait, I can pull over and..." I began as her hand slipped into my underwear and I felt her greasy fingers wrap themselves around the shaft of my cock.
"Trust me, this is safer" she answered with some authority, "The cops are always checking parked cars. I can't afford to be ...this is safer."
"Besides", she continued as she pulled my rapidly stiffening cock from within my jeans and leaned across from her seat until her head was poised over my groin, "Doesn't this add a little excitement to the whole sordid affair?"
I grunted in pleasure as I felt her tongue roll easily across the head of my dick and I was reaching down to cup the top of her head in one palm before I happened to glance down in the light from the freeway and noted the matted mess of hair in my lap, complete with bits of grass and an obvious layer of dirt from where she had slept on the ground.
I jerked my hand away from her head and used it to crank up the air spilling from the dash vents instead, helping to blow the smell of her away from my clogged nostrils.
It was immediately obvious how my passenger earned her money and despite her current stench and dishevelled appearance, I guessed I wasn't the only man to have taken her up on her desperate offer. Her fingers dextrously worked upon the shaft of my cock while her mouth engulfed its head, her tongue drawing patterns across it as she brought me ever closer to orgasm.
Despite my current predicament, I had struggled to erase a mental image I had of her leaving my cock smeared with remnants of French fries and burger patty, smiling inwardly at the thought of the coating of grease she was leaving behind and wondering if my penis would smell redolently of cheap coffee. As I couldn't help but marvel at her experienced technique however, I now wondered uneasily how long ago she had had another man's cock in her mouth and whether she'd also be leaving traces of him upon my flesh.
The thought of another man's semen still coating the tongue that was presently rolling over my own cock tipped me over the edge immediately and I felt her stiffen as I began to spurt cum into her mouth. I heard her cough lightly as my semen struck the back of her throat before she took control of the situation and swallowed my cum effortlessly as she jerked every last drip from within me.
I heard her belch quietly as my cock began to grow flaccid in her hand and she laid it gently in my lap, pulling my shirt tails over it to hide it from casual view.
"It's obviously been a while for you" she grinned cheekily before sitting up and turning away, resting her head upon the backrest of the seat and closing her eyes.
The woman was awake and alert the second I bumped gently over the low curb into my driveway, her intelligent eyes immediately taking in the manicured lawns and professionally tended garden beds.
She didn't say a word as I stood back and let her through the door into my two-story town house but I knew she wasn't missing a single detail.
"Can I get you a better coffee than the last one?" I asked, trying to lighten the mood but she simply nodded and followed me into the well-appointed kitchen, taking note of all the obvious signs of a female touch.
She watched in silence as I fiddled with the expresso machine before she cleared her throat quietly.
"Actually" she started quietly, looking at her reflection in one of the glass-fronted cupboards, her appearance chillingly stark under the harsh kitchen lights, "Can I shower first?"
"Umm, sure, I just thought..." I stuttered turning bright red, "I was hoping to..."
"Sure", I repeated lamely as she continued to look at me,"Come through here and you can put your clothes in the wash."
The woman looked at me shrewdly for a couple of seconds before turning in the direction I'd pointed to and walking into the white-tiled laundry, just off of the kitchen.
I stood in the doorway that separated the two rooms and watched her shrug out of two large and bulky overcoats, both well-beyond their prime and thread-bare and patched at the elbows and hem.
I remained at the door as she slipped off old work boots that I could now see were lined with news-paper, whether for warmth or comfort I shuddered to speculate.
Two pairs of putrid socks were peeled from her feet, revelling red, wrinkled flesh that released a fresh odour that immediately assailed my senses, despite standing in a large, relatively well ventilated room.
I walked across to where the top loading washing machine took up most of one corner and tipped in the washing powder and softener before gathering the woman's clothes from the floor and bundling them into the machine.
"Here" the woman muttered and as I looked towards her, she handed me her pants, a pair of thick, ribbed tights, a jumper and tee-shirt.
She stood before me dressed only in a ragged bra and a pair of old, saggy and obviously soiled knickers.
"I think this is part of your enjoyment hey?" she asked as she raised her arms above her head and performed a desultory pirouette before me.
I dropped the lid on the washing machine and set the machine running before turning back to the woman who still stood sullenly before me.
Despite the smell of fresh coffee emanating from the open kitchen door and the majority of the woman's foul clothes now being dowsed in hot water and fragrant washing powder, I could still smell her unwashed body.
She remained in place as I took a step towards her, reaching out slowly to hook the waistband of her knickers with the tip of my index finger.
"You might enjoy me more after I've had a long shower", she urged, but I simply shook my head and tried to calm my rapidly beating heart.
I started to draw the waist of her panties down from her hips, noticing a huge bulge in the crotch of the yellowed and stretched material even as I caught my breath as some stray pubic hairs swam into view.
"Listen...you should let me..." she began again but by now the entire clotted, matted mess of her pubic mound was exposed to my greedy gaze and I realised that the bulge in her underwear was from a huge wad of paper towels that was vainly trying to protect the already woefully stained material from her menstrual blood.
"Oh God!" I whistled painfully through trembling lips as I dropped to my knees in front of her and pressed my face against her groin, drawing in huge gasps of her stench, revelling in the heady miasma of stale urine, a faint whiff of dried faeces, fresh blood from her menstruating cunt and a trace of something that I suspected had been deposited by her previous fuck.
I allowed her sagging underwear to fall around her ankles as I reached behind her to grasp both of her buttocks in my eager hands, pulling her groin tight against my face as I pressed my lips tight against hers.
"Please, just let me..." she began again but I pressed my head hard against her stomach and groin, forcing her to stumble back slightly until she came to a stop with her arse pressed against the washing machine that methodically worked its way through its wash cycle.
I placed her left leg over my shoulder and pulled my head back far enough so that I could focus on her cunt, greedily devouring the flecks of dried period blood that spotted one of her inner thighs, the tangled jungle of unkempt pubic hair that partially covered her lips, a rill of fresh blood that dribbled from within her lips and the scrapes and abrasions that pointed to rough intercourse sometime in her recent past.
I felt her flinch as I brought a hand up to her vagina but she relaxed again as I simply used two fingers to gently spread her lips and the tangled tuft of hair before pushing my tongue deep into her bleeding cunt.
I breathed deeply through my nose, feeling my cock rapidly stiffen as her stench mixed with the taste of her unwashed, recently abused cunt and I lapped at her much like a cat laps at a saucer of milk.
I slid a finger past my tongue into her cunt and kept it there while I ate out her putrid pussy until I judged her to be wet enough to fuck.
My jeans were sliding down my thighs even as I rose from my knees and I was spinning her away from me even as the look of disgust at the blood and fluid on my face registered on hers.
I stepped into her so that the front of her thighs were pressed hard against the smooth enamel surface of the washing machine and I could feel the heat radiating from it.
I reached out to unhook her bra but she beat me to it, raising the lid of the machine just high enough to slip it in with the rest of her wardrobe before bending over and bracing herself on bended arms as I grasped her hips and entered her quickly and smoothly.
I didn't hear her make a sound the entire time I fucked her hard from behind but of course the machine was humming away monotonously and my own laboured breathing would have masked any slight sounds she may have made.
The smell of her unwashed cunt and arse rose up to me in waves as I thrust against her, a unique mix of a dirty, untended cunt and the heady musk of a healthy vagina during penetrative sex.
I came deeply within her a couple minutes after I'd started, continuing to thrust against her in an ever-more gentle action until I had milked every last drop of semen from my cock and I could feel myself deflating within her.
The woman waited motionless on her elbows before me until I withdrew my flaccid cock from within her before slowly turning around to meet my eyes.
"Can you pass me those?" she asked expressionlessly pointing down at the vile pair of knickers by my feet, "Can I please have a shower now?"
I looked at the naked woman before me, noting the bruises and dirt on her arms and legs, the hair on her long, unshaved legs and under her arms and fought down the sympathy that was welling up in me.
"Please, it'll be much more fun once I've..." she began again but the words dried in her throat as I began to unbutton my shirt.
"Just one more thing...please", I mumbled in embarrassment, feeling my face redden in shame but determined to make the most of this unique opportunity.
I watched her roll her eyes and sigh deeply but she allowed me to take her by the hand and lead her up the stairs into the master suite I shared with my wife.
"Is this your wife's room?" she asked in surprise as she took in the canopied king size bed, tasteful bedside furniture and the huge walk-in robe.
"Our room", I replied defensively, "But we...you know".
She just shook her head, refusing to meet my eyes as she walked across and lay down upon the gold eiderdown covering our bed.
I turned on my bedside lamp before standing naked in front of a wall mirror, peering sheepishly at my stiffening cock, running my fingers along its shaft, pausing at the dampness of a patch of her blood on my cock, smelling her rank cunt on my flesh.
"Such a fucking stereo-type!", the woman spat as she watched me fondle myself into a full erection.
"Let me guess", she continued, smiling as I flinched at the harshness of her words and tone, "You're going to arse-fuck me in your wife's bed, yeah?"
I blushed deeply, shocked at how easily she had read my intentions but my cock remained in one hand while I brought the other up to my nose so I could smell her on it.
"And if that isn't enough", she continued to rail while still reclining on our marital bed, "You need to fuck me now while I still reek of the street, of unwashed clothes and the last bloke who had me as a bit of rough on the side."
Despite my deep shame, my cock wagged stiffly in front of me and when she sighed in deep despair and simply turned over onto her stomach, I crept over to where she lay.
I climbed uneasily up onto the bed until I lightly straddled the back of her dirt smeared thighs, gazing dumbly at her small, red puckered arse and the drops of my own semen that meandered from the tangled mat of pubic hair visible below her anus.
"Spit!" she spat.
"Use plenty of spit", she roared again when it became painfully obvious I had no idea what she meant and as I still sat on her legs somewhat dumbfounded, I saw her spit onto her own fingers before reaching around and wiping the thick wad of saliva around her puckered hole.
Desperately trying not to appear a complete idiot, I tied to spit onto her arse but my mouth was dry with excitement and all I could manage was an anaemic string of saliva that dangled from my bottom lip until I caught it with a finger and rubbed it around her arse.
I saw her spit into her own palm again before I remembered a small tube of lubricant that was buried away in my drawer, used on the very rare occasions that I could talk my wife into giving me a hand job.
I reached across and found the tube easily, registering a begrudging look of relief on the woman's face as she saw me apply copious amounts of lube to my cock in the mirror by the head of the bed.
"Is this your first time?" she asked me in surprise.
"In that case, be a tortoise", she warned as my face grew even more crimson in shame and confusion, "Slow, slow and even slower!"
I took a deep breath and placed the tip of my cock against her puckered orifice and was rapt when the woman reached behind herself and used her hands to spread her arse cheeks wide.
"Slow!" she ordered again as I gently pushed against her sphincter muscle until it gave a little and the very tip of my cock slipped past the tight little ring.
I continued to push my weight steadily against her as centimetre by centimetre, my cock disappeared into her arse.
The smell of shit now mixed with stale urine, blood and fresh and old semen as I watched her in the mirror, her face a mask of controlled pain as she clutched at a pillow with rigid fingers as I remained still, deep in her arse.
I raised my hips so that my cock began to withdraw from the exquisite tightness of her flesh before I heard her gasp, "More lube, more fucking lube!"
I kept my cock half in her arse but I liberally squirted more lube on the shaft of my cock before allowing my weight to force my cock back into her until my balls rested against her cheeks.
The smell of her was now making my eyes water but my cock had slipped back into her with greater ease the second time and as I once again began to withdraw, she seemed to be in much less pain and didn't she bother to order the use of more lube.
I withdrew slowly until only the head of my cock remained trapped behind her tight sphincter, grimacing at the smell of shit that now permeated the bedroom, the streaks of blood and shit that covered my cock like prominent veins.
I began to build into a slow but steady rhythm as I plunged gently into her arse, watching her facial contortions in the mirror in an effort to minimise the pain I was causing my partner. The tightness with which my cock was gripped with her strong anal muscles caused a wonderful level of friction on my flesh and much to my chagrin, I managed only a couple of minutes before I thrust once more into her, forcing a groan of pain from between her dry and chapped lips and a large wad of semen from my ecstatic cock.
I rocked against her gently for a short minute but my softening cock lost purchase against her rigid muscles and I found it increasingly impossible to slide within her. I finally collapsed against her back, my face buried in the dirty matt of her hair that lay across my wife's pillow while my deflating cock left a smear of shit and blood upon the otherwise pristine doona cover.
"Can I shower now?" she asked again, her voice muffled by the pillow in which she has buried her face.
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