Part 4, Bumming Around
Emily had washed most of the splooge out of her eyes at a public water fountain, but ran away when she saw a police cruiser. She stayed in the shadows, thinking desperately of how to get new clothes.
In a dark corner of a parking lot behind a donut shop Emily spied a clothing donation bin. Peering through the chute she could see a mound of clothes that were too far away to reach. Thankfully there was a trap door on the other side that had been left unlocked. She began pulling clothes out an examining them in the dim light of a distant street light. She retrieved a t-shirt, sweatshirt and pair of jeans that looked about right and stripped out of the stupid dress. The shirts were a good fit but the jeans were too small even for her tiny frame.
She reached even further into the bin, ending up with her stomach resting on the edge of the waist-high trap doorway with her naked ass and legs hanging outside.
She heard someone exclaim "Fuck yeah!" behind her and felt, long, rough fingers digging into the smooth flesh of her ass cheeks. One of the belts she had thrown on the ground was now around her neck and was being ridden like a bucking horse. She fought her way out of the bin and got a look at her attacker which was a mistake. It was a homeless guy who had passed out in the bushes and who had woken up with a painful erection. He had greasy, matted hair and the number of teeth he had left matched the number of showers he'd had in the last ten years.
It was like winning the lottery when the honey guy saw her cute, little pink ass in the moonlight and now he had her bent over an abandoned kitchen stove. She was too busy clawing at the belt around her neck to do anything about the fact that yet another random stranger was forcing his penis into her body.
She could feel his filthy, homeless cock getting shoved into her adorable, pink cunt. Its dry, scaly skin felt like a broom handle covered in sandpaper and only stopped hurting when her own moisture had saturated it. She was left gagging when he released the belt and had barely recovered when he stuck his dirty, hobo appendage up her ass.
Again she was forced to relegate the penile invasion of her orifice to low priority because now his hand had grabbed a fistful of her hair and was mashing her face down into the top of the old gas range.
One last time the homeless guy rammed his disgusting member into her and she could feel him pumping the contents of his balls up her ass. He pulled his member out of her and panted foul breath struggling to recover. Derelict cum oozed out of her asshole and she dropped into the fetal position on the ground.
The homeless guy panted foul breath and stood over her trembling weeping body when he felt the sudden, unstoppable need to rid his bladder of the cheap wine he had been consuming all day. He took aim and an arc of reeking, dark yellow piss sparkled as it rained down onto Emily's nude body. He made sure to wet every inch of her, especially her beautiful, blonde hair.
He scampered off into the night because for a change her attacker was more afraid of the police than her. She laid there for hours, staring blankly into space and wondering why such terrible things were happening to her.
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