Homeless No More Ch 1 and 2 (Patreon)

Hello all! Back and already at work! I have here a couple of commissions. Homeless no more ch1 was commissioned before my sabbatical, I believe I mentioned it and that I would upload it before leaving but unfortunately I didn't get the OK from the commissioner until now. So here it is.

Ch2 was commissioned pretty much the day of my return, right after my post. So here it is. I will also post Kory ch4 in a moment and also will post ch5 then start working on another commission. Busy busy week ;P

Preview:

I walk past glowing shop windows, a late-night café spilling warm light and the smell of espresso onto the sidewalk, a couple laughing as they share a cigarette on a bench. My mind drifts to the big project I've spoken about with Chen, my old friend and a collaborator on many projects. Stress knots between my shoulders again just at the thought. Up ahead, the corner grocery store is still open, its shitty, fluorescent lights harsh against the night. I'm about to cross the street when something makes me glance sideways.

A woman, sitting on the concrete beside the entrance, back against the wall, knees drawn up to her chest. At first I almost kept walking, another rough sleeper, another person the city has chewed up and spat out. But something stops my feet. The moment stretches, then I look again.

She is tall even curled up like that, long legs folded awkwardly, bare knees and shins marked with fresh scrapes and older bruises. Her clothes are dirty: ripped jeans with holes at the knees and thighs, a once-white t-shirt now gray and stained, an oversized hoodie that has seen better days. Dirt smudges her forearms and face. Heavy dark circles sit under her eyes like bruises. Her hair, long, tangled, falling past her shoulders, still shows faint streaks of blue and turquoise beneath the grime, like someone once cared enough to dye it. She looks exhausted, defeated, but there is a sharpness in the way her shoulders hunch, a wariness that says she is not broken yet.

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"Open your mouth~" She commands.

I hesitate, of course, my brain screaming 'FUCK NO!'. But my brain is no longer in control now. My mouth opens.

She steps onto the bed, straddles my chest, and positions herself so her cock hangs over my face, thick and heavy, the head glistening. I can smell it, musky, dark, intoxicating. "Lick it." She simply rasps.

I freeze for what feels like a whole fucking year. Then, slow and reluctant, I stick out my tongue, touching the angry looking tip, and the taste hits me, salty, and a little bitter. Her pre-cum is thick and is soon coating on my tongue.

She groans. "That's it. Keep going."

I lick again. Then again. My tongue drags along the shaft, tasting her skin, her heat. Her hand comes down, gripping the back of my head.

"Open wider!" She growls huskily.

I obey, and my jaw aches as I try to fit her behemoth into my mouth. The head pushes past my lips, past my teeth, and then it's inside. She fills my mouth, stuffing it till my tongue is crushed under the weight of her python. She groans again, her hand tightening in my hair. "That's it, pretty boy. Suck it."

With a whiny groan I suck her cock, slow and hesitant at first, my eyes widen in a mix of shame and panic while tongue moves around the slab of fuck-meat, tasting her, feeling her pulse. Her thighs tighten around my shoulders.

"Good..." She breathes. "Fuck, that's good." She then starts to move her hips, thrusting into my face-hole, shallow at first, then deeper. Her cock slides down my throat, and I gag, tears quickly prickling at my eyes. But she doesn't stop, of course she doesn't. "Breathe through it~" She purrs. "You're doing so well."

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"That's it!" She groans. "This greedy cocksleeve takes me like a a fucking glove now." She taunts as she starts to move, fast, punishing. Her hips thwap against my ass, wet THWAP echoing off the kitchen walls. Her heavy cum-factories swing forward, slapping my taint with each stroke while she uses her hand to yank my head back by the hair. "Look at the window. See yourself. See what you are." The floor-to-ceiling glass reflects our silhouettes, my 6'0 frame bent over, her 6'3 body driving into me from behind. Her fake tits swing in front of her, heavy and round as her fat horse-cock pistons in and out of my over-stretched hole, thick and veined.

She makes me cum two, three times, I lost count, I stopped counting. She cums inside me, marking my bowels, her daily ritual now, and as she does, she keeps thrusting through her orgasm, pumping every drop deep into my bowels, forcing another weak, pathetic bitchgasm out of me. She pulls out, spins me around, and shoves her cum-slick girl-cock into my waiting mouth. "Clean it. Taste your hole on my meat."