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Yulia steps back out onto the street. Finding Curtis handcuffed to the chair was not something she had expected to see. For a moment she had considered leaving him in his predicament. It would serve him right having obviously fucked the one person that could lead her to him. She knows that she has seen that girl before, she just cannot remember where. And then there is him...
While her fantasies and the object of her masturbation has been Erlos, the one responsible for the murder of her partner, suddenly her mind is flashing back to the man in the alley. Just thinking about him right now is making her pussy wet. Yes, he was a complete stranger and yes he was dirty, but the sex was good. Yulia shakes her head. Good sex or not, her standards are not that low. She would never go so low as to fuck some dirty, homeless bastard. She certainly would not want to fuck someone like him. Yulia would not consider herself one that is xenophobic, but she does prefer to stay within limits.
The woman frowns at herself. Here she is having thoughts like this when the murderer she has been chasing and lusting after is no different than the man in the alley. The revelation is startling, yet at the same time she doesn’t find it disgusting as she does with the man from the alley. How could she ever find sex with a dirty homeless man fun, especially with where his ancestry comes from? But as she walks down the street her mind begins to focus on that encounter not very long ago. She had enjoyed it, no matter her prejudice. Perverse thoughts suddenly begin to stream through her head ranging from the rather mundane to the outright pornographic and nasty: simple thoughts like twirling her tongue around the head of his cock or getting on her knees to lick his ass. The latter is definitely out of the question for her, no matter who it is. Even with this thought she cannot keep more thoughts from flooding in. Even more nasty thoughts pervade her brain. The one that makes it to the front of the line is catching him fucking another woman—maybe even one as unsuspecting as her—completely wrecking the woman’s ass, filling it with his cum and then herself dropping to her knees to eat that heavy load straight out the woman’s ass. As revolting as this is to Yulia, her cunt dribbles like a baby, flooding her thighs.
The woman has slipped into her own little world. The people she passes are like fleeting images. The buildings, the cars, the sights are all a blur. Without thinking about it, without having it as a destination in mind, Yulia is heading back to that dark alley where it had happened. She thinks about how she takes the simple pleasure of having a fully erect cock pressing against her, of having his. It is a simple joy, taking in the warmth of one as it presses against her inner thigh. And the homeless man had a nice long and thick one. Her pussy tingles with just a touch of sexual excitement. At the same time though, she finds it utterly disgusting, and yet Yulia is still heading for that place.
As she steps into the alley, the mental perversity in her mind opens the floodgates to her snatch. She thinks of the dirty man straddling her face, wrapping her mouth around his balls while he jacks off. And while she watches him stroke his stiff prick, her tongue writhes on his balls ... maybe even linger a little further back. He would slowly build himself up to orgasm, releasing his cum onto her face. Then she thinks about how he could take her from behind on her hands and knees—the filth from the alley staining her pale flesh and the freezing cold of New York winter stinging her flesh. Her legs would be wide apart. Her shoulder pressed to the frozen ground. Her ass arched high into the air so that her cheeks are spread wide apart to reveal her tight little asshole to him. She imagines reaching back with one hand between her legs and squeezing his big ball sack. With the other hand she would reach back and slide a freshly licked, slick finger up her ass while he plunged his cock deep into her.
Yulia comes to a stop at the end of the alley. She looks to the spot she had hidden in to begin her play earlier. Then she looks to the place where she ended up without knowing it and where he fucked her. The homeless man is nowhere in sight. Hopelessness and dread starts to rise up in her. Despair begins to reach it’s tendrils into her mind. She tries to fight it back with the disgust she feels with herself, with wanting to even come here and get fucked by the man, with the nasty thoughts that have been raging through her mind. But no of it helps, none of it repels the need to be here.
There is no one in sight. There is no sound other than that of passing cars, honking horns and general commotion expected of a city as large as New York City. Yulia huffs, partially from disappointment and partially from relief. But it isn’t really relief. She still has that burning itch between her thighs. She is still wet and still flowing heavily. She has to remedy this. She needs to fix it. Looking to the ground, her eyes fall to a pipe lying just a few feet away.
Yulia is in the middle of pleasuring herself when there is a sudden sound—a bottle clattering across the frigid pavement.
“Is that you?” she asks, her voice shaky. Yulia is not one to be frightened. This is not fright, but anticipation and eagerness. It is a disgusting and revolting feeling.
“Yes, it is,” the man’s voice comes back.
“Who are you?” Her voice quivers.
“It doesn’t matter,” he replies. Slowly he steps from the shadows, moving with sophistication that Yulia would not expect to see in a homeless man. Of course, her view of the homeless is that of drunken, staggering fools.
The words that come from her mouth next come freely, without thought. “I hope you don’t mind, I got started without you.” With that she hears a subtle shift in her own voice between seductive and submissiveness.
“I see that,” he says.
Yulia is perched on her hands and knees on the ground. Her ass is wide open toward him. She is wearing nothing in the icy cold. There is but one intention: to give him or anybody that happens into the alley unfettered access to her ass and smooth snatch. Her pussy is already gleaming and the thought of the homeless man touching her drives her mad. What also drives her mad is that she is even doing this when she doesn’t want to—especially in this freezing cold!
Like with everything she has been doing since that night, this is so unlike her. Yulia can be aggressive when it comes to sexual activity, yes. But to be so overt and aggressive and doing things like this is definitely not like her. She looks over her shoulder at the dark skinned homeless and repulsive man. “I wonder if you give me hand. I seem to have run out of hands and I just cannot seem to get job done.” She is devilish with her short brown hair, piercing green eyes and pale skin. The smile she has in her eyes penetrates through him, and rests squarely on his cock. She looks down. “You’re hard,” she says. “I can tell. I like it.”
“Of course I am,” the dirty man says.
Still on her knees and still showing him her glorious ass, Yulia says in an almost pouting tone, “Would you like me lick ass?” Her eyes go big when she realizes what she just said.
“Yes,” he says, his lips tugging at the corners on his mouth.
“Yes,” she repeats. And though she is repulsed by her own words and the eagerness inside her, she grabs the pipe and slides it into her eager pussy. It slides with such ease that her cunt is obviously flooded. She moans with its initial thrust, spreading her pink folds apart. The man moves toward her, stripping off his rags. Yulia reaches back with her other hand and spreads her swollen mound apart so he can see the frosty metal penetrate her.
With the thought of her tongue soon penetrating his ass, Yulia’s pussy clenches around the pipe, forcing more blood into her groin, further heightening its sensitivity and resistance to the cold. With this full arousal she begins to softly tease her clit, rubbing the button and feeling her snatch. The man can see her asshole clenching as well with pleasure.
With his pants removed finally, he reaches down and grabs himself. Yulia delights at the sight. He is so big, perfectly so. It is long and thick and quite nice. Yulia sighs, watching him with her shoulder resting against the cold, frozen ground. He goes to work on his cock, squeezing around his balls and the base of his meat stick with his other hand to make an impromptu cock-ring. This engorges his erection even more. His heart beats through it, making his cock throb with each pulse. It is a clear sight for the naked woman and it looks so good. Repulsiveness of the fact that the man is dirty and homeless or the fact that here any second her tongue is going to be working his ass, doesn’t matter. It looks so good and she cannot wait to be there. Clear precum is already dripping from the tip too, heightening the sensations coursing through her. The slick liquid acts as the perfect lubricant for his stroking hand and seems to have no effect acting with the cold that surrounds them and the city itself.
Not able to resist the pull within her any longer, Yulia abandons the pipe, letting it clatter roughly against the pavement. She crawls over to the man on hand and knees and kneels behind him. The man leans forward just enough to give her complete and unfettered aces. She moves her face close to him and she can smell the filth pouring forth from him. Despite herself and her reservations, the woman inhales deeply to fill her lungs with the nasty scent. She closes in on his ass.
“Fuck...” she whispers. I am going to lick asshole ... She has maybe thought about doing something like this before on another woman, but it has always been very brief and very fleeting. Never has she ever entertained the idea of doing so on a man, especially a dirty and disgusting homeless man.
“Lick my asshole,” the man demands suddenly.
The command ... the sound of his authoritative voice ... it is like sweet nectar to her ears. It is so dirty, so sexy, so forbidden and so fucking disgusting. But Yulia cannot deny him or the act. Instead, she lets out a strong, deep groan of approval. Then extending her tongue she finds the wicked spot and tickles it with just the tip of her mouth muscle. And even though she finds this absolutely abhorrent, this is what she has been craving. She is fulfilling a need she didn’t even know existed or one that has been placed there deep inside her with his command.
With her fingers pleasuring her clit and tongue rimming his ass, Yulia is in an ecstasy she never could have imagined. She melts into it. It is raunchy. It is hot. It is explicit. The homeless man still strokes himself, maintaining his full manliness. Unexpectedly this scatological act makes her feel good. She wants more ... she wants more of her tongue up his ass. And while the thought has taken her by surprise so thoroughly enjoys this. Then stiffening her tongue, Yulia slides it shallowly into his ass. How perfectly wonderful it is to feel the tight bud of a man pulsating against her mouth muscle! And with this another course of adrenalin surges through her, defending against the frigid cold. Her breathing audibly increases. It is deeper. It is heavier. It is filled with pleasure. She can feel his hips tighten with each stroke of her mouth muscle into his puckered hole, with each pass of her fingers against his balls. Then she just suddenly stops.
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