Begging For Pussy: Keep Your Money!

Begging For Pussy Like It’s Out Here Walking Around For Free.

So whether you come from the city or the country, you know what phones are.  Dirty men and women are low on luck and may have a handout or a cup for change. They sometimes have those signs looking for food, work, or something. For instance, I had one that was begging for pussy.  You heard me. First, I walked by; second, I opened my purse; and third, I gave him a dollar, and he said keep your dollar. Give me some of that pussy. He was nervous about thinking he could get somebody like me. Maybe he had lost his job or wife and couldn’t find his way. You know, some super sad stories. I ignored him, and I kept walking.

First thing, I was meeting my friends for lunch. And I told them about the beggar, the one that didn’t want my dollar, who was begging for pussy.  We laughed at how funny it must be; where would he take me to that cardboard shack in a dark alleyway my parents told me never to go? And maybe I should take him with me and let him be my daily charity. Be the highlight of the year, hell, his life. Goodness, could you imagine it? I don’t remember if he had teeth or not, but I would hate for that thing to bite around my pussy like a jack-o’-lantern.

Begging For Pussy… You Never Know Unless You Ask

Next, I left lunch with the girls, and after that, I walked back the same way as before. First of all, his eyes were all on me, watching my big bouncing boobs, and his pants were rubbing his cock.  I guess maybe he did. He didn’t want food.  Again, I offered them the dollar. He said keep your dollar.  I’m begging for pussy. I laughed and told him he wouldn’t even know what to do with this pussy, and then he moved his tongue out of his mouth and then awkward memorizing way, turned in the rules on itself, two fingers close to his tongue, and he licked his tongue in between them, massaging his finger. Something in my body jerked. I was going to do it.

First of all, stop begging for pussy and follow me. I’m excited on my way home. I made it around the corner to my house. I was careful to look and see if any of my neighbors were watching or paying attention. I’m sure they wondered who the creepy homeless guy was following me, wondering if they warned me I was in danger. We got to my house. Next, I went and started the shower.  He was touching me without at least being clean.

Did you do your good deed for the day?… I Did!

First, he finally removed his clothes, pleasantly surprised he was nothing weird or unusual. He was average; nothing to brag about but nothing to laugh about.  He looked at me even though he wasn’t saying a word. His eyes were begging for pussy.  Then I went and made myself comfortable. When a shower ended, he came out wrapped in the towel and made his way over to me slowly, right to his knees in between my legs. After that, he wasn’t begging for pussy anymore. Finally, He devoured me. He hadn’t had a decent meal in forever.

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