Chapter 11

A smile spreads across Yulia’s face when the homeless man appears in the doorway. His eyes scan over her lying on the ragged and torn and filthy mattress. He leans his shoulder against the doorframe. “Police...” he shakes his head and gives her a mocking grin.

“Excuse me... ?”

“I saw them raiding one on the homeless camps not far from here,” the man says. “They are always harassing us.”

“Oh...” Yulia murmurs. “I thought...”

“You thought I was that guy you keep talking about?” he asks, raising his eyebrow at her.

“He’s not a guy, he’s...”

“ ... a god?” he asks, walking toward the mattress.

“I wouldn’t say that,” Yulia says suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.

The man climbs onto the mattress. He positions his body so that he is leaning over Yulia while supporting his weight with his arm. “What about your girlfriend?”

“You mean... ?” she begins to ask. “How... ?”

“You talk in your sleep,” he answers smoothly.

“I don’t want to talk about her right now,” Yulia professes. “She...” Before she can say anymore, his lips press against hers.

Yulia’s hand reaches and grabs onto the arm supporting his weight, feeling the tight corded muscle. Her other arm wraps around his neck, pulling him closer to her. No matter how many times she has fucked him or he her, she still cannot get over the terrible stench emanating off him. And while it absolutely disgusts her, she feels a pull to keep going. His teeth bite into her bottom lip before he presses his tongue into her mouth. He tastes as bad as he smells and it make her want to retch. She cannot figure out why she remains or even has the urge to continue fucking him. When he licks into her mouth with slow movements, Yulia’s back arches up as she wants to feel his chest press against hers. Knowing that she craves the feeling of his loathsomely dirt-ridden body pressed fully against hers makes her sick. Knowing that he big cock is going to fill her again and fill her with immeasurably pleasure brings her joy.

The man situates himself so that he is lying on top of her. While one of his grim covered hands cups the side of her face and runs through her hair, the other reaches between them and paws at her breast. Yulia’s hips rise up and rub against his as their tongues continue to stroke against one another. The friction of his stiff prick rubbing against her bare cunt causes the woman to moan softly. And despite the conflict inside, her hand snakes between the two of their bodies and deftly wraps around his length and grows wetter as she feels his hardness in her hand.

She begins to move her hand slowly up and down his steely mass of meat as he pulls his mouth from hers and lifts away. Yulia, still gripping his prick, looks up at him questionably. “You said this god of yours is a beast,” he grumbles. “You must like beasts.” Her eyes flesh with incomprehension. “I can be a beast too.” He sits back and spreads his legs. “Come and eat my ass. I like the way you do it.”

The woman doesn’t want to, but she knows she has no choice. Part of what makes her move is the fact that there is something inside driving her to. Another part is because she knows if she doesn’t, she isn’t going to get that big, juicy cock of his in her. Yulia situates herself between the homeless man’s thighs. They are filthy and caked with a combination of their juices and dirt. It makes her sick, but she presses on as if everything is alright, pressing feather light kisses against the insides of his thighs. She moves higher into and across the junction between his leg and pelvis and then straight over to the opposite thigh. He groans in frustration and her lips turn up into a smile against his skin. While she may not be able to resist or not want to, she can at least control some aspect of this.

Her head moves toward his backdoor. Her tongue dances across his flesh, but refuses to make contract with his dark hole. He works his filthy fingers through her hair, trying to guide her mouth toward its goal. Just as Yulia gets close to where he desires her, she pulls her face away. But even though she has some ability to control the pace, the inevitable is going to happen. She doesn’t have a choice. Whether Yulia wants her tongue on his ass or not it is going to go there.

And so the woman presses her face closer to his asshole. Her tongue licks softly against the puckered flesh. Slowly, she works her way through the winkles, causing the man to moan. Her tongue swipes across the opening. “You make me want to cum,” he murmurs. Yulia smiles happily as the praise fills her with warmth. She places an open mouth kiss on the wadded wrinkles, sucking softly. Then she reaches in with a hand and slides her fingers painfully slowly in and out of the dark hole while still maintaining contact with her tongue.

His hips rise up slightly, hoping for her to increase the speed of her finger. But Yulia again has either the sense of mind or ability to control some part of this. She stops moving her hand entirely. The man lowers his hips back down and Yulia smiles when she resumes finger fucking him. She adds a second finger into his ass. Together those two digits increase speed, along with the licking and swiping of her mouth muscle. The homeless man groans, feeling pleasure surge from his there outward. Yulia continues sliding her fingers in and out of his ass, while her tongue thrashes against that distending hole.

The man’s impending orgasm nears and it takes a conscious effort not to let himself blow. But while he can fend it off, he has no chance when Yulia reaches up to grip his stiff cock. The moment she tightens her grip around the massive shaft, she squeezes another fingers into his tight sphincter. The man pants. He knows that this woman is something special when she pushes those fingers in just a little deeper. Then all of a sudden, his toes curl and warmth pools deep in him as an orgasm sweeps through and out the tip of his prick. He shutters in pure pleasure, his hips thrust upward involuntarily as her tongue continues to lick.

As waves of pleasure and pulses of cum fly, Yulia slowly withdraws her fingers. She trails them past her lips to the gobs of sticky white cum that splattered parts of her face and hair. The woman scoops up a glob and trails it to her mouth. This is not something she would ever consider doing, and though her mind screams its protest against it, she smiles around those fingers as she sucks it all off and down.

“How do I taste?” he asks.

“Delicious,” Yulia answers without disgust in her voice. Her lack of disgust in her tone surprises her and she sucks her fingers again before answering again, “Very delicious. I could eat your ass all day long.” Then she emphasizes her point by trailing her tongue up along his ass crack.

“Yes, yes,” the man says with a shudder. He pushes Yulia back onto the mattress and her back. Quickly, he crawls up over her, laying his body on top of hers. Yulia feels his hard erection against her belly, amazed that he is still so hard. “Right now though, I want to fuck you.”