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Aria was no stranger to getting her hands dirty.
But you wouldn't know that just by looking at her. In fact, you would think quite the opposite.
You see, Aria was hot. But not just good-looking, or pretty, or even the normal kind of hot. Aria looked like if you took every possible attractive feature a woman could have and bundled it all up into a fit 5'6" blonde package that turned heads everywhere she went. Her bright blue eyes sparkled, her perfect teeth gleamed, and her face made plastic surgeons send out job applications. Her toned yet feminine body was perfect down to every last curve. Her breasts were large yet impossibly pert, defying gravity with ease. Her smooth tan legs were long and perfectly toned, capped off by biggest, roundest, most beautifully shaped ass you've ever seen.
Aria looked like a model. Not just a professional model, she looked like the type of model you'd see in the magazines for models. The type you'd see and say 'She can't be real.' She was. She would be the type of model that got the hottest shoots, made millions of dollars a year, and never had to work a day in her life.
But this is where what everyone assumed about her was wrong. She wasn't model. In fact, her job didn't have anything to do with her looks, at least not directly.
Aria was a social worker.
A social worker in one of the worst cities to be a social worker at that. Los Andeles was home to higher rates of homelessness and drug use than anywhere else. Here the most depraved people congregated and did their business, drugs were sold in the open, women were constantly harassed, and violence was commonplace. This was the last place anyone would want to do that kind of job.
What made it even weirder however was that she didn't have to do it. It wasn't a series of unfortunate life events that led her to this, no. If anything, she had a very fortunate life. Aria's parents were extremely wealthy, so she never had to want for anything. She could be anywhere in the world doing whatever she wanted, she just had to say the word.
So, the fact that Aria decided to go to work every day to help people who didn't have what she did, people who didn't get lucky, was commendable.
If only that was the reason why she did it.
It was the beginning of the work week and Aria had just gotten out of her BMW. Her high-heels clacked on the sidewalk as her long legs carried her straight through the bad side of the city, not even a little worried. Her hair bounced along with her breasts in time with her hips. Every step she took made heads turn. Eyes bugged. Mouths dropped. Rightfully so too, she was wearing a cropped pink tank top and a short black skirt that just about showed the bottom of her ass.
Bum Row was not the place you'd want to be in the city as woman, especially looking the way she did. For Aria however, this is exactly where she wanted to be.
One of the things that made Los Andeles so damn bad to work in wasn't just the people but the pay too. Social workers here were paid rather poorly, but to make up for it, the city would offer them bonuses depending on how many people they brought into rehab and shelters.
To no one's surprise, Aria was very good at this, a blonde bombshell like her could get anything she wanted, provided she pushed the right buttons. The problem was though, that her methods for getting these people in were questionable at best. It wasn't even about the bonus for her, it was about something else. Something that scratched a different itch.
"Damn baby! Let me get a picture!"
"Show me them tits!"
"You're gonna be in my jack-off bank tonight girl."
Catcalls followed Aria as she made her way to the back alley. Aria was used to hearing those kinds of things. She heard them every day and every day she smiled. And that's all she did, she smiled and she went about her business. For the people saying these things to her however, this only served to egg them on. It was only a matter of time before she got what was coming to her.
As she rounded a corner into the back alley, Aria stopped and took a look at herself in the reflection of a broken storefront. She straightened her top and looked at the rest of herself with a smug smile. All was quiet in the alleyway except the occasional scuttle of rats or other vermin. There were no signs that this place was even inhabited by anything other than garbage. The dumpsters were all filled to the brim with trash, a sign that the garbage truck was yet to make its weekly rounds.
"Who's it gonna be today?" she thought to herself.
Aria leaned against a nearby wall, putting her body on display for all to see. She didn't care about who saw. In fact, that's what she wanted.
A few minutes later, a figure shambled from the back of the alleyway to her, lured in by the promise of money, food, drugs, or all the above. It was always a crap shoot. They always varied in age, size, color. You name it. There were so many of them in the city and they came from all walks of life, but they were all the same now, just in various states of disrepair. Most of them not looking to improve that either. This was a fact she had learned the hard way. But this time was not about learning.
The man who approached her looked to be about in his mid-thirties. His clothes were tattered and dirty. His hair was greasy, long, and tangled. He was a little taller than her and definitely on the heavier side. He had one hand in his pants, while the other clutched a small bottle of alcohol. He looked like the type who would be doing something a lot worse than drinking himself to death. He looked dangerous, scary even. It would be unwise for anyone to get close to him, let alone be alone in a back-alley with him, but Aria did just that. He was exactly who she wanted to see.
"You lossst sweetheart?" He slurred. His face contorted into an angry scowl as he made his way closer and closer.
The closer he got the more Aria could make out the red in his eyes and the pock marks in his face. She could see his hand inside his pants moving and his eyes darting all over body, lingering on her tits and legs.
"Just looking to help. Looking to do my job," she said with a smile. Aria knew exactly what would happen the moment she said those words.
His eyes lit up with glee as he heard her words. His eyes trailed down to her large tits and back to her eyes. "Help me?!" he yelled in disbelief. "Bitch! I know what you can help me with..." He said, his gruff voice lowering to what Aria guessed was him being 'seductive'. She knew exactly where this was going.
Aria just stared. She didn't even blink.
The homeless man stared right back, his eyes trailing all along her body. He licked his lips.
"How about we help each other?" Aria asked, breaking her silence. "I need something though."
"Oh yeah? I got what you need girl. Right here."
Then, just like any horny vagrant or town creep would do, he pulled out his dick. It wasn't long, maybe 5 inches at best. But it was girthy. It was red, throbbing and dripping with pre-cum. A small pearl was forming at the tip already.
"Is this what you need?" The man asked, waving it back and forth like a dog toy.
This wasn't Aria's first time dealing with a man with an out dick, it was actually pretty common in her line of work. This one was dirty, crusty, and full of bumps. Aria couldn't even tell if that was herp or just his foreskin, it all looked disgusting to her. She could tell that he didn't wash it. But, for Aria, that didn't change anything.
"No, not really. But, I can do something about that for you. If you do something for me." Aria smiled sweetly, but the words that left her mouth dripped with sarcasm.
He let out a drunken giggle and just stood there, dick hanging out for all to see, not that it mattered, there was no one else in the alley except her. She was alone with this man, and his throbbing dick. The man let out another loud laugh. His face turned even more serious, "I'm listening. But, I got some demands of my own."
Aria smiled again, "Of course. What are they?" she said. Aria's face dropped, she was no longer smiling. She looked at the man with an expectant look, her blue eyes shining brightly. She was so close, so very close to her prize. She had to play her cards just right or he might leave.
He stroked his dick as he eyed the blonde beauty up and down, his gaze stopping at her breasts. He licked his lips, imagining himself smothering her. He let out a deep breath, the alcohol in his breath was strong, almost strong enough to knock her down. Almost. "I wanna fuck youuu. Rawww."
Aria scoffed. As if he even deserved to be that close to her. To feel her body, the one that was crafted by a deity. She thought he'd ask to maybe touch her, or see under her skirt, maybe even see her panties. But, no, he wanted the entire meal. Still, she couldn't deny that she was beginning to feel the slightest bit aroused, her pussy growing warm, and her nipples beginning to stiffen.
"No," Aria said. Her voice was cold, her gaze harsh.
The man stopped stroking, his eyes filled with anger. He looked at her as if she had offended him, as if she was a common slut that he would have to teach a lesson to. But then he remembered who was the one in the position of power here. The homeless man let out a small giggle, then a full-on cackle, his whole gut shaking as he did. "Bitch, I don't give a fuck! You'll take my dick, bitch. You're gonna fuck me."
"No," she repeated, a little louder.
The homeless man shook his head in disbelief, but his smile was gone, replaced with a snarl.
"You will fuck me, or I'll fucking kill you! You hear!" He screamed at the top of his lungs, spit and spittle flying from his mouth. The veins on his neck bulged. He raised his fists, his body trembling.
Without warning, Aria reached her hand out, wrapping them around his hard cock in a death grip. Her perfectly manicured hands were a sight to see against the disgusting skin of his member. Her grip on him was tight. Surely tighter than he'd ever experienced, the blood could barely travel up to the head. A few drops of precum leaked out the tip, falling to the floor in thick drops.
"I don't think that's going to happen," she whispered in his ear, giving his cock a quick stroke.
"What the fuck?" he said, completely dumbfounded by her sudden boldness.
Aria just laughed and gave his cock another stroke, making sure she felt every vein on the way up. Her hands were soft and her grip was perfect. His knees were buckling. He couldn't take much more of this, but she wasn't going to let him get any closer to cumming just yet.
"How about we come to an arrangement..." she whispered in his ear again, letting the last word linger on her lips. "If you sign this paper here, then maybe I can give you a little helping hand with this issue you're having." Aria cooed as she dragged her index finger up and down his shaft, making him groan in pleasure. A fat glob of precum dribbled from his tip onto her finger, Aria toying with it in between her digits as she pulled away. The contrast between her cold voice and hot body made him tremble with lust.
"Huh? What the fuck do you mean?" the man asked. A look of confusion crossed his face, still cockeyed from his arousal.
Aria let out a sigh of exasperation, she knew she was going to have to explain this to him, she had to with every one of these bums. Aria reached behind her back, and pulled a paper from the waistband of her skirt. She waved it front of him, showing him the form. It was the admittance form to one of the shelters in the city. It didn't mean a whole lot, usually the people signing these wouldn't even bother showing up, but it did provide the much needed signature for Aria's job.
At this point, the man was trying his hardest not to lose his mind. He had no idea what was going on, his brain wasn't working. "What? Yes, yes, fine!" he finally relented.
"How does that sound?" Aria asked, dragging the paper back and forth in front of him. Her voice was sickeningly sweet. He almost fainted at the sound of it, his knees were weak and his head light. The promise of a release at the end of this conversation made him agree to almost anything.
At this point, the man was trying his hardest not to lose his mind. He had no idea what was going on, his brain wasn't working. "I-I just sign the damn thing?" He asked, voice quivering.
Aria nodded. Her eyes were shining brightly, giving him her signature pearly white smile. "Just on the bottom there next to the X. And you can't say no, ok? It's not fair to say no after this," Aria giggled. "So, what do you say?" she said as her hand returned, more softly this time, giving him a few slow, deliberate strokes between each word she spoke. "Do. You. Want. Me?"
The man looked at her and sighed. "Fuck yeah."
"Perfect! Here you go!" Aria said cheerfully, holding up the pen for him. She was still stroking his dick. The homeless man didn't even think twice, he took the pen and signed his name.
"Walter" he signed, "Walter Mathers".
Aria quickly took the piece of paper and stowed it back into her waistband, making sure he didn't get any of this bum's pre-cum or filth on the paper.
"Awesome!" she exclaimed. Her hands left his cock. Aria took a step forward then pushed him back against the wall of the alley, dropping to her knees right after. She looked at the cock she held in her hand with an upturned nose, as if she had never been so close to such a vile object in her entire life. The smell was almost too much to bear, but she knew it was for a good cause. She gave him another slow stroke and looked up at him. She could barely see his face past his gut. His ugly, chubby face was red, sweat dripping down his face. But, that was all fine, as long as she could see the look on his face when the time came.
Aria ran her hand over his piss slit, pushing her finger in just a little, making him groan and push his hips forward. A few more inches of his cock was now in her grasp. She could now feel the warmth radiating from him, he was on edge. She could tell he wouldn't last very long at all, but she didn't need him to. She gave his cock a few pumps, her grip on his dick was still vice like.
Aria looked at the man in the eye. She could tell she had his full attention. He was staring right at her. He couldn't take his eyes off the beautiful blonde. Her eyes, her lips, her tits. They were all so close to his throbbing dick. She could feel his heartbeat on her hand.
At this point, Aria was getting very wet. No one could say that she didn't love her job, albeit, in all the dirty and depraved ways possible. She could feel the dampness forming between her legs and beginning to run down her thighs. She never wore underwear for these occasions, it was just easier for her to work. It was taking all of her strength to keep from touching herself.
"Oh fuckkk," he moaned as she squeezed the base of his cock. He could feel himself getting close to cumming. Aria was a professional after all. She knew exactly what to do to get these bums off as quickly and as efficiently as possible.
She continued to stroke his cock, his foreskin pulling back each time to reveal a crust of dried filth, the smell so rancid Aria had to hold her breath. The feeling of power she had over this bum made her even more aroused. It didn't matter how disgusting he was or how smelly, she would make sure this man got what he wanted. It wasn't about him. It was about what he would do for her, sign away whatever little bit of freedom he had left or agree to anything for her own personal gain.
Aria felt his tip start to swell and his big heavy balls begin to tighten, a telltale sign that he was about to cum. His head was thrown back, mouth wide open, his eyes shut in pleasure, but not quite rolled in the back of his skull. The veins in his cock began to bulge as she gave it a firm squeeze.
Aria smiled at the man, "Already? Is this your first time?" she said in a teasing voice. Aria brought her head forward, close enough for her to take the head in her mouth. She stopped right in front of his cock, her mouth inches from his tip. Her breath was so warm, she could feel him twitch in her grasp. His eyes widened. His hands clenched at his side.
"You want this?" She asked, looking up at the man. Aria gave his cock a slow, agonizing pump.
The man's eyes were as wide as dinner plates, "Yes, please. Yes, fuck! Please!"
He couldn't take it any more, his balls ached and he was about to blow his load all over this beautiful girl. The thought alone made his eyes roll back into his skull, but Aria's hand around the base of his dick kept him from getting anywhere close.
The man grunted, and pushed his hips forward, thrusting his grimey cock through her hand, trying desperately to reach the end. Aria moved her head to the side, letting his dick slap her on her cheek, leaving a sticky residue on it. The man continued to hump her hand. His thrusts were getting shorter, and more desperate. His breathing was labored and his face was beet red, he was almost there.
"Wait, no, I'm so close! C'mon!" he begged.
"Are you?" Aria giggled and squeezed his balls, and the base of his dick hard, stopping his orgasm dead in its tracks.
"Ugghhh, you bitch! Why'd you stop!" The homeless man screamed at her. His face was twisted in rage. Aria could feel his angry red dick throb in her hands. He was desperate. Aria looked up at him and giggled.
"Not so fast," Aria said with a wink. "First, you gotta do me another favor." she said as she gave him a quick stroke, just to keep him hard. He let out a gasp of air. "In exchange, I'll give you the best blowjob of your life and swallow every... last... drop… You just have to do oneee more thing for me first." She giggled.
The homeless man looked at her, confused and angry, his dick still hard, his orgasm just out of reach.
"What the fuck bitch?!" He yelled. "You said you would get me off if I signed the paper! Now you're telling me I gotta do more shit!"
"Well yeah," Aria laughed, leaning back on her heels, "That was only part of the deal."
The homeless man grunted. He was getting impatient, he was on the verge of tears at this point. He had been so close, so fucking close. The homeless man glared at Aria. Aria didn't seem the least bit intimidated. In fact, she smiled. She smiled at the fact that this man had to do what she wanted or else he wouldn't get the satisfaction that he needed.
He looked at her, his eyes narrowed, and his mouth opened wide in anger.
"Alright! Alright!" He screamed. His face softened. "I'll do whatever the hell it is you want, just let me nut already." The homeless man begged. He looked defeated. His dick was throbbing, the veins pulsating in Aria's hands. His hairy balls dangled beneath his shaft, bloated with his cum. She could tell he had a big hot load waiting for her, if only he would do what she wanted. She could just give it to him now, and leave, but that would defeat the whole purpose of what she was trying to do. Aria's face lit up in glee.
"Great!" Aria giggled and stood up. She pulled out a metal cuff from her bag and twirled it around on her finger.
A GPS locator. The man froze.
"Oh no. No fucking way. You're crazy, you know that?" The man said. He shook his head. Aria could hear fear creeping into his voice. "You're not cuffing that on me, you crazy bitch."
"What?" Aria asked, confused. "I thought you said anything?"
"N-Not that you ain't. You ain't cuffing that shit to me, you hear!" Walter said even more loudly, his voice shaking.
What Aria was holding was more than just a GPS, and they both knew that. Recently, Los Andeles was trying out something new, something to help turn the city from a hell-hole into something livable. A recent development in technology had made it possible to combine the GPS and a taser into a sleek compact package. These cuffs would be placed on any would-be bum's wrists and it tracked them down to the last square foot. If anyone wearing one ever got too far from the designated rehab center, it would give them a nasty shock. It wasn't lethal by any means, but it hurt like a bitch and would keep them in place long enough to be retrieved.
Having one on meant that you would be forced to stay clean. It was a death sentence for addicts and bums. It meant the end of getting high and freeloading on society. Problem was, the law behind this program required the fingerprint and verbal consent of the wearer in order to lock. In other words, they had to want to better themselves. Obviously, that was something a lot of them didn't want, no matter what was dangled in front of them. But right now, Aria was dangling herself, in exchange for this man to sign away the rest of his life. He could have all of Aria's softness and warmth, her sweet, hot, wet mouth and her tight throat. He could have all of it, if only he would just let her put this little device on his wrist.
Aria sighed and clicked her tongue, the man still leaned up against the wall, his cock rock hard and twitching helplessly in the cool afternoon air. He looked like a mess. Sweat was dripping down his face, his breathing was erratic, his eyes were wild. She had him on edge, just how she liked it.
"Oh, I see..." she said, dropping the GPS device back into her purse, "...you just don't want it bad enough."
Aria stepped forward, closing the gap between her and the man. He looked down at her with lust filled eyes. Aria leaned forward slightly, giving him a nice look at her cleavage, just before grabbing the bottom of his t-shirt and using it to wipe off his slimy cock from her hands.
She cocked her head and looked at him, licking her soft, plump lips. "Then, I guess that's that. You won't get to feel my pretty lips around your cock."
"No way you crazy bitch!" The man exclaimed, stepping away from the blonde, "You're a- You're a goddamn psycho. I don't want anything to do with this!"
The homeless man had backed all the way up to the wall, he had nowhere left to run. Aria had him cornered, literally.
She smiled. She was getting wetter and wetter by the second, the thrill was sending shivers up her spine. Before the man could say anything else, she dropped back down to her knees, her face inches from his throbbing cock. She stuck out her tongue, hovering it just above his cock head. Her breath tickled his throbbing shaft. She looked up at him with a mischievous grin.
"C'mon..." Aria whispered. Her hot breath on his cock was driving him wild. His cock throbbed in anticipation, "Just one little thing... Just give me that one last thing..."
The homeless man stared at the beautiful girl before him. He couldn't believe what was happening to him. He had to make a decision, and he had to make it fast.
"I-I can't! Not like this..." The man whimpered. He was shaking, his cock was throbbing. Aria could feel his heart pounding through his dick. She was in control, she had the upper hand.
"Really? Not even a taste? You were soooo close. Your balls are sooo full of cum..." she taunted. "Just doing one more little thing, and I would be swallowing all that sticky cum of yours."
Aria built up a thick wad of drool on her tongue, letting it slither down her tongue and onto his bright red cock head. Her saliva coated him in warmth, making the throbbing worse. She dragged her finger nail first along the underside of his shaft, letting her flawless white nails lightly scratch his skin before reaching the tip spreading the saliva around the head. The bum grunted and moaned as his knees buckled, the sensation on his dick was unbearable. He wanted her so badly. He couldn't stand the idea of having to go back to jerking himself off, not after he was so close.
He couldn't take it anymore. He had to have her. He had to have her swallow his load, and this bitch wasn't going to give it to him. She wasn't going to give it to him unless he put the cuff on, but he didn't want the damn cuff. He didn't want anything to do with it. The man looked at her, his face was flushed red. His cock throbbed with each heartbeat, the head swollen with need. He couldn't take this anymore.
"F-Fine!" he relented. His voice cracked.
"Fine, whatever! I'll do whatever the fuck it is you want me to do. Just put my dick in your mouth and let me cum already!" His face contorted in a mixture of pleasure and frustration. He could barely contain himself, but he couldn't back out of this. He had to do what she wanted, or else he wouldn't be able to cum.
"Perfect," Aria said with a smile, "You're making the right choice here." Aria grabbed the cuff out of her purse again, this time taking a few steps back to admire the view before her.
There he stood, the fat, ugly homeless man with his rock-hard dick sticking straight up, his hairy nuts hanging below them. He was a pathetic sight, his clothes were dirty and torn. He was sweaty, and smelled like shit, and his cock was so red and swollen that it looked like it could burst at any moment. He had been reduced to this state, and he was still willing to give up his freedom for a chance at cumming in a girl's mouth.
Aria couldn't help but laugh at his situation. She had him wrapped around her finger. He was completely under her control, and he was loving every second of it.
"Go ahead," she said with a smirk on her face, "Put it on."
The homeless man hesitantly stepped forward. He reached for the cuff that Aria was holding out to him. He paused for a second, his mind racing. He wanted this, he wanted it more than anything else in the world, but he knew that it was a bad idea. He knew that if he did this then there would be no going back, and yet, he was powerless. He had to do it. He was being driven by pure lust, and the promise of release.
The homeless man took the metal cuff from her. The device glinted in the sunlight as he held it in his hands. It felt heavy and cold. It was made of metal, and had a small thimble sized display for the fingerprint scanner. There were no obvious electronics, no buttons or lights. It was just a smooth, sleek piece of technology.
Aria couldn't believe this was happening, she had done it. She had finally broken this man down and made him do something he didn't want to do, just to get off. The thought made her even more wet than before, the feeling was electric, her heart was pounding.
"Put. It. On." Aria said sternly, looking him in the eye.
The homeless man looked down at his dick. He couldn't think straight, his brain was foggy with arousal. All he wanted was to cum. All he wanted was to shoot a huge sticky load down her tight, soft, wet throat. The man swallowed and looked at the cuff in his hands.
With trembling fingers he slowly put the cuff over his wrist. The cool metal sent shivers down his spine. He could feel the weight of it as he tightened the metal strap with the provided key. He could see the little display screen, and the blinking light. It was waiting for his fingerprint. His finger hovered above the little pad, the man hesitated, his hand was trembling.
He looked up at the blonde beauty before him and licked his dry lips. His dick was throbbing, he had to have her. He had to have her. She had promised to suck his cock, to take all his cum and he wanted it. He couldn't go back to his own hands after this. It wouldn't feel as good, wouldn't feel as right.
"Just a bit closer and I can wrap my lips around you." Aria whispered, her tongue running across her plump, red lips, making a show of just how wet they were. He was hooked. He had to do this. There was nothing he wanted more than to shoot a load into this beautiful blonde's mouth, and now, the only thing standing in his way was a fingerprint away. He pressed his finger onto the little scanner.
It flashed green. He was now in the system. The homeless man gasped. His heart was racing. He was so turned on, his balls ached with need. He was finally going to get what he wanted, what he needed, and what he was promised.
"See! Now, was that so hard?" Aria teased, tying her hair back in a messy pony tail.
"Okay gimme that mouth," he groaned. His eyes rolled into the back of his skull, his knees buckled, his body shivered, his balls twitched. He was going to cum, and he hadn't even touched himself.
"Not yet baby..." Aria said with a devilish smirk, she could feel him about to burst, she wasn't done with him yet.
Her hand grabbed his cock again and squeezed it. Her other hand grabbed his bloated nuts, massaging them softly. She wanted to make sure she didn't give him what he wanted just yet. He grunted and moaned. He was desperate for release. His hips bucked as he thrust forward into her hand, his cock throbbing and his balls tightening. Aria's mouth was watering with anticipation. She couldn't wait to have him cum down her throat, and the feeling of having this much control, it was exhilarating.
Aria's hand began to stroke him, slowly at first, her grip tight. She leaned forward, her lips dripping wet with her drool, hovering over his bright red cock. Her warm breath on him made his knees tremble.
"Fuuuuuuuckkkkk" the man moaned.
The head of his cock was swollen, and precum was dribbling out of the tip. Aria licked her lips. She puckered her lips and planted a kiss right on his tip, spreading pre-cum and saliva on his shaft. The sensation sent a shiver up his spine. His head rolled back and he let out a guttural moan. She smiled to herself and continued to plant little kisses on his cock, her tongue running along his shaft, lapping at the precum and smearing her lipstick.
"Mmmhmmm," she moaned.
Aria could taste the salt of his skin, his musk, his sweat. She loved it. It was a flavor she had grown accustomed to over her years working this job. She loved the feeling of power it gave her, knowing she could have any man she wanted, at any time. Knowing she had him completely under her control was intoxicating.
Finally, Aria worked her way back up to the head of the man's trembling shaft, giving it one last kiss before spreading her lips and slowly pushing them down over his throbbing head, sucking it between them. The man's hips jerked forward and his entire cock slid into her warm, wet mouth, her full pouty lips sealing around him. Her tongue danced along the underside of his shaft. His cock throbbed, her soft, warm, wet, and slippery mouth felt amazing.
"Ohhhh yeahhh..." the homeless man moaned.
His hands went to the back of Aria's head and he thrust forward into her mouth. He wanted to fuck her face, to feel her tight, warm throat. Aria didn't resist. Her tongue continued to work on his cock. He began to thrust harder and faster into her mouth. Aria relaxed her throat and allowed him to use her as he wanted, letting her spit dribble down her chin.
Aria looked up at the homeless man with her blue eyes. Her mouth full of cock, her cheeks flushed. She looked so happy, so eager, to be doing this. Her plump, soft lips wrapped tightly around his cock as she slowly began bobbing up and down. She was a pro. She could handle him. She didn't even flinch when his dick touched the back of her throat, and she kept her cool even when he started to fuck her mouth.
GLUK GLUK GLUK
Aria gagged on his cock as he thrust his hips forward and back. His balls were smacking off her chin and he was groaning in pleasure. Aria couldn't help but moan as she felt the shaft slide down her throat and back out again, her throat was getting coated in his thick slimy precum and her own spit, the sloppy sounds of her blowjob echoing throughout the alley.
Aria sucked him with the passion and fervor of someone who truly loved what they were doing. The taste of his cock and the musky smell of him made her so wet, the need between her legs was growing. The man was so turned on he didn't care about anything, he was just lost in the sensation of her mouth.
"Shit bitch, I'm gonna fucking nut." he said between gasping breaths. His balls were twitching and tightening with each pump of her mouth, each time her tongue lapped the bottom side of his cock. Her eyes were locked with his, a devilish smirk on her face as her mouth was fucked.
His thrusts became more frantic. His hands grabbed the sides of her head. His fingers entwined with her golden hair and he began pumping her mouth like a fleshlight. The homeless man let out a series of animalistic grunts. The sensation of her tight, wet, throat around his dick was incredible.
Meanwhile, Aria had reached down underneath her skirt, her hand rubbing her pussy. Her fingers were sliding up and down her slit. Her thumb rubbed her clit, sending little jolts of electricity through her body as her mouth was used like a toy. She could feel her slickness dripping down her forearms and thighs, pooling onto the concrete. She was so turned on, her pussy was so wet. She couldn't help but let out little whimpers of pleasure. Her moans were muffled by his cock. Her fingers were soaked with her own juices. She could taste him in the back of her throat, salty and sticky. She knew he was getting close.
"Hope you don't mind an itchy throat for the next week, baby," he said with a smile before she slurped him down again.
The man's hips bucked and he grunted. He pushed her head down, his cock hitting the back of her throat. She gagged, her eyes watering, spit dribbled out of her mouth, her makeup ran down her face. But she kept at it, she was determined to get him off. She didn't care about whatever diseases she would catch, whatever would be clogging her nose, and she certainly didn't care if she would be tasting him in her mouth for a week.
Aria looked up at him with lust in her eyes, her mouth filled with his cock. She was ready. She was so horny, and so eager, and she was ready. The homeless man thrust forward one more time and let out a long groan. Aria felt the base of his cock begin to swell, and then he came.
"AHHHHHH FUCK... Swallow that shit bitch."
The homeless man let out a deep guttural groan in pleasure as his cockhead swelled to its limit. A second later, a strong throb released all of the vagrant's buildup and lust into the young blonde's hot waiting mouth. A thick stringy spurt of hot spunk shot flew from his tip, splashing against the back of her throat and coating her tongue in its acidity. She felt like her mouth was being filled to the brim with hot creamy slime. His cum tasted foul and bitter, it was so salty that it made her want to gag.
It was so thick, gooey, and warm. Aria felt it in her nose immediately, her nostrils were clogged, and her nose began to drip. Her throat filled up with the thick sludge, her tongue coated with it, her taste buds assaulted by the bitter flavor. It was a taste that Aria was all too familiar with. It wasn't pleasant, it wasn't good, but it tickled a part of her brain that Aria couldn't get anywhere else.
Her throat contracted as the hot slime slid down into her stomach, and her eyes rolled back into her head. She moaned as his cum continued to pour down her throat. Her belly filled up, her mouth filled, and then she swallowed. It was thick, and slimy. It slid down her throat, coating everything it touched. Her tongue lapped it up and she swallowed, over and over. She gulped down his cum until her stomach felt bloated, her belly was warm, and her mouth tasted of salt. Her pussy clenched and her hips bucked, her fingers were drenched with her juices. Her body trembled and she let out a moan, her orgasm was strong, and she squirted on her hand.
"Fuck, you're so dirty," the homeless man groaned. He couldn't help but to smile, watching this beautiful woman in such a depraved state, her throat filled with his cum, and her pussy squirting in front of him.
The man continued to pump his cock, shooting thick spurts of jizz into her mouth, coating the back of her throat. His balls twitched, and he groaned, feeling his cock being drained of all the cum that he had been holding in for so long.
"Fuckkkk," he groaned.
He threw his head back, still humping the blonde's throat, using her mouth as a toilet for all of his pent up cum. He had so much in him that she had to keep swallowing to keep up. Aria could feel her belly filling up, and she loved it. The weight in her belly, the warmth. It made her feel so naughty.
Finally, after what seemed like forever, the flow of cum stopped, but Aria didn't. She kept sucking, her tongue rolling around the man's cock, her throat swallowing, her lips tightening, and her fingers rubbing her clit. She was insatiable. Her throat was coated with his cum, and it was leaking from her nose, her mouth filled, her cheeks bulging.
"Mmmm" she moaned. She wanted it all.
Aria was on the verge of another orgasm, her pussy was throbbing, her clit was aching for release, and she wanted it so bad. She could taste the bitterness of the cum in her mouth and the musky flavor of his cock. It tasted awful. But she was addicted. She couldn't help it.
"Shit, slow down you slut. You're going to fucking kill me." The homeless man moaned in pleasure, his cock throbbing in her mouth. She just giggled and continued sucking, her eyes rolling into the back of her head.
Her pussy throbbed and she squirted once again, her fingers were drenched in her juices, and she let out a soft whimper, muffled by the cock in her mouth. It felt like a wave crashing over her, washing away all the tension and stress of her job, and leaving her body weak. She couldn't take anymore, she needed to stop.
Aria's lips left his cock with a loud slurp and a wet smack as it fell out of her mouth. A strand of drool connected her lips to his dick. Her face was a mess, her makeup ruined, her cheeks flushed, her hair was disheveled, her eyes bloodshot, her lips were swollen and her chin coated in a thick mixture of saliva, precum and cum.
The homeless man looked down at her. His chest was heaving, his breath coming in short gasps, his cock was deflated. He had been completely drained of every ounce of energy he had.
"F-Fuck... You're a fucking crazy slut... but, fuck. I'm glad I put on that fucking thing." the man laughed, showing off the new cuff around his wrist. He looked at his hands, he could hardly believe he had just done that. That he had just signed away his freedom, his life, for a blowjob.
It was hard to tell who was more messed up in this situation, the man that had just given away the rest of his life for an orgasm, or the girl who had done it to him. But it didn't matter to Aria, because she had got what she wanted.
"Thanks, sweetie. And thank you for helping me out. I'll be seeing you veryyy soon." Aria cooed, her voice still hoarse from being facefucked.
She reached up to wipe away a strand of drool, and the thick mixture of filth that coated her face. A string of slime dangled from her finger as she wiped, her eyes following it down. She was a mess. She looked up at him again, her blue eyes shining brightly. A smirk formed on her face, her tongue running along her lips, scooping up all the filth on her face and swallowing it. The man let out a gasp and stared in disbelief, his cock starting to twitch with new found life. Aria looked up at him with her big doe eyes, and then she winked at him.
"I-I uh..." the man stuttered, "I gotta go."
The man turned around and ran off, his pants still down around his knees, and his bare ass on full display for Aria, his now clean cock swaying in the air with every step. The post-orgasm realization of what his life was about to turn into must have been too much for him to handle. The man ran as fast as he could, his cock swinging and slapping against his stomach and legs, the cool air of the alley tickling his balls, and the sensation of his dick slapping his stomach sent waves of arousal through his body, making his cock start to harden once more. He ran as fast as he could to try and escape the feelings, but his body wasn't listening. It only would be a matter of time too before he was picked up, but for now, the chase was on.
"See you around." Aria laughed.
Aria got back to her feet, dusting herself off, wiping her mouth with her fingers and spitting on the ground. She looked down at her body, and then down at the alley. She was covered in filth. Her clothes were dirty, and she had the taste of cock and cum in her mouth, sending a chill down her spine.
For Aria, this was more than a job. First of all, she didn't need it. It was a thrill for her, and it was one she craved. It was one she was good at. She was a natural at this. She knew how to make a man cum, how to get them off. How to break them down and make them beg. How to drop to her knees and submit. How to be fucked and used. She loved the feeling of being defiled by these lowlifes, of having their cum running down her face and into her mouth, her stomach, filling her up. She was a master at this game. She had the body for it, and the mind.
Aria's mind wandered as she made her way down the alley and out into the streets of the city, her body buzzing from her orgasms and the taste of the man still on her tongue, the feeling of him inside her throat, and his scent still in her nose.
She couldn't wait to see what kind of trouble she could find next.
She walked back into the busy streets of LA with a smile on her face. The sun was shining, the people were bustling, the cars were driving by. She had done her job. For the man, his life on the streets was over, but for Aria, the day was just getting started.
