Dawn learns that a little kindness goes a long way… whether she wants to or not.
Dawn had been walking home after class when she first encountered the homeless man. Slumped against a wall outside a grocery store, wearing tattered old clothes, Dawn had thought at first that he was passed out. Probably a junkie or an alcoholic, she figured, wrinkling her nose in slight disgust. So when he moved suddenly as she walked by him, she yelped, startled, and almost walked into a trash can.
“Spare any change missy?” the homeless man rasped, holding out a dirty hand covered in scabs.
“Ew, gross!” Dawn shuddered. “Don’t talk to me, fucking hobo!”
The homeless man looked confused for a moment, then hurt, then angry. His expression darkened.
“You know missy, a little kindness goes a long way,” he snarled. Dawn was about to tell him where to go, when she thought she saw his eyes flash, and felt a strange cold wave wash over her. Thoroughly creeped out, she decided to get away from the weird old homeless man and scurried past him.
By the time she got home, it was starting to get dark out. It was the fall, and winter was just around the corner, and the sun was setting earlier and earlier every day. Dawn lived at home with her dad, who worked most nights – which meant the one meal a day they shared together during the week was her dad’s breakfast and his daughter’s dinner. As they ate together, her dad said suddenly:
“You know Dawn, I’ve been thinking. It wouldn’t hurt for you to get a little life experience before you go out into the big wide world, I think you should consider doing some volunteer work.”
Dawn wrinked her nose again, brushing a lock of her long, hazelnut-brown hair over one ear. “Volunteer work?”
“Yeah, you know, help with a charity, it will be character building for you. There’s a soup kitchen that just opened in the community centre a few blocks away, I think you should drop by there tomorrow and ask if there’s anything you could do to help out.”
“But I’m so busy with studying dad, I don’t know if I’ll have time to-” Dawn started to protest, but her dad cut her off.
“Now now Dawn. Don’t argue with me. This will be good for you. You know what they say, a little kindness goes a long way.”
Dawn looked up at him sharply, just in time to see his eyes flash. She felt that wave of cold from earlier wash over her again, like icewater rushing through her veins. She shivered.
“Okay, dad,” she heard herself say. She felt completely spooked now. What was it with people saying that stupid phrase?
They ate the rest of dinner in silence, and when they were done, Dawn did the washing up and then excused herself to her room. Her dad left for work.
She lay in bed for a while, restless, the words echoing in her head.
A little kindness goes a long way.
Maybe she had been too mean to that homeless guy. Maybe her dad was right.
Dawn decided to sleep on it.
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The next day, without even really thinking about it, Dawn’s legs carried her from class to the soup kitchen.
She found herself telling the owner, a jolly old fat guy that called himself Big Sal, that she was looking to help out. He seemed over the moon to have the help, and before long, Dawn found herself wearing an apron and helping prep the community centre for opening later that evening. Big Sal said the homeless would be looking for a meal and a place to rest for a while, and that Dawn could help by making sure they were all fed and comfortable.
Dawn was nervous at first, but soon got into the swing of it, and kept herself busy serving the homeless men until the queues finally thinned out and died down.
“Take a break Dawn, you’ve earned it!” said Big Sal. Dawn beamed at the praise, her big blue-green eyes lighting up. She walked out from behind the counter and past the tables of homeless people, who were eating bread and soup and chatting away. The soup kitchen smelled like hot broth and body odour, and Dawn wasn’t a fan, so she was looking forward to getting a few minutes of fresh air outside.
But before she could make it to the door, a familiar rasping voice called out to her.
“Hey! Over here missy,” and before she turned around, somehow she already knew it was him.
He was grinning, his front teeth missing. He beckoned to her, and Dawn felt her legs carry her over to him, and before she knew it she was stood by his side.
“I guess you found your calling after all, huh?” he chuckled. “You look real cute in that apron, missy.”
Dawn looked nervous. Her head felt strange, like she’d been asleep and was only just waking up.
“Take it off,,” the homeless man said suddenly, and Dawn felt her brain becoming fogged again. She shrugged, and reached behind her back to untie the apron. She let it fall to the floor. “And now take off your top. Show me those perky titties.”
Dawn lifted her top over her head and let it drop the floor. The homeless man stared at her, licking his lips, as she reached behind herself again, this time to unclasp her bra.
“That’s it, missy. Get those tits out!” he laughed.
Dawn was proud of her body. She had the lithe and dextrous shape of a gymnast or a dancer, except for her boobs, which were much bigger than her frame and perfectly tear-shaped.
“Fuck me,” the homeless man said. “Those are some real nice titties, missy.”
Dawn felt her cheeks flush. She felt strangely proud. Then she shuddered. This was weird.
“No no, you should be proud, missy,” said the homeless man, almost as if he were inside her mind, reading her thoughts. “You’re a very pretty girl with nice big titties and it’s so good that you volunteer here every night, helping the homeless by serving them food and sucking their cocks.”
Dawn felt herself nodding along – until he said that last part. She opened her mouth to protest, but the homeless man cut her off.
“That’s right, missy. You’re here every night, on your knees, crawling around under these tables, sucking our filthy cocks with that pretty mouth of yours, draining our balls dry. Such a good girl. You can’t get enough of our cum, can you? You’re always hungry for it. You’re like… you’re like a little cum vampire. You even beg us, like we beg for spare change – but it’s our nasty cumloads you want, pumped straight down your throat! You’re selfless, really. Such a kind girl. And you know what they say,” said the homeless man, leaning in, his callous hands grasping at her tits. “A little kindness goes a long way.”
“A little kindness goes a long way,” Dawn murmered back, her eyes unfocused. She felt that wave of cold again, except this time it didn’t go away. It lingered in her belly, gnawing at her, becoming a strange new hunger.
“That’s right Dawn,” the homeless man leered at her, using her name for the first time, although she’d never once told him it. “Scoot on over here and get under the table. Get nice and comfy between my legs. You look hungry, but it’s not soup or bread you want, huh? You want a fat load of nasty cum, don’t you?”
He tugged downwards on her nipples, making her moan, and she quickly obeyed, falling to her knees and crawing under the table. The homeless man pulled at the waistband of his worn old joggers and wiggled his hips until his grimy pants were round his ankles, his cock springing up, already erect, almost smacking Dawn in the face with it. And a moment later, she was hit by the smell. It was the nastiest thing she thought she’d ever smelled; the hot, musky, rancid stink of months-old sweat and filth. This guy had not bathed in forever. Dawn felt her throat clench and spasm involuntarily as she gagged.
“Months, actually,” the hobo chuckled, as if correcting her, although she hadn’t said a word. “Been months since I had a bath. But I’ve got you for that now, don’t I Dawn? Start licking, slut. Then you can suck my fat cock!”
Dawn desperately didn’t want to taste anything that was responsible for the smell currently assaulting her senses, but found herself pressing her soft lips against his funky, hairy balls anyway. She kissed them, almost lovingly, slow and delicate, before running her tongue along his ballsack. The homeless man was jacking his cock slowly as she sucked on his heavy nuts. The taste was appaling; somehow slimy, and very tangy.
“Yeah you like that, don’t you?” the homeless man sneered. “Finally putting that mouth of yours to good use. You’ll do this every time, suck-slut. Every time you beg to suck homeless dick, which you’ll be doing every night, you’ll suck and lick balls first. Nice and slow and loving like you’re doing now, really savour the taste of those balls. Ugh, yeah. Look at me with those big wide eyes, cutie, while you slurp on my nasty dirty balls.”
He shifted his weight suddenly, shunting forward in the chair. “In fact,” he laughed. “Give my taint a good spit clean too while you’re down there, whore!”
Dawn’s tongue obeyed, kissing and lapping at the hobo’s vile taint, the smell and taste overwhelming her, sickening her. But she couldn’t stop. Her tongue acted with such enthusiasm, licking at the nasty, hairy, crud-encrusted skin like she was licking at melting drops of ice cream escaping down an ice cream cone. The homeless man groaned and grunted, his hand pumping his cock harder as Dawn lapped away at his taint, then smooching and kissing his balls, making cute little noises as she licked away months of dirt and sweat and grime, swallowing it all down.
“That’s enough, you greedy slut,” the homeless man laughed again, adjusting himself once more so that now he was sitting up, looming down over her. “You’ve been such a kind girl to feed me today, it’s time I repaid the favour!”
He grabbed the girl’s head in both hands and lifted her face up so that her lips were in line with his cock. Dawn stared at it, a mix of horror and hunger in her eyes. It was encrusted with flecks of dick cheese and stray pubes, and smelt just as bad as the rest of him, if not worse. Dawn felt her gag reflex trigger again. “Ngh! Ugh!” she gasped, trying to turn her head away, but he held her firmly in place, his dick pointed straight at her mouth.
“Yes,” said the homeless man, almost encouragingly. “You’ll never get used to it. The smell, the taste. I agree, it isn’t pleasant. It will always make you feel sick, But can you feel that hunger in your tummy, Dawn? There’s only one way for you to satisfy it… and that’s by guzzling some hobo spunk straight from the tap!”
As he announced this, he slapped his cock across her face repeatedly, thwacking it over her nose and cheeks. He had an unusually big dick, thick and long. Dawn was both awed and intimidated by it. She yelped and squeaked as he slapped her around with it.
“You’ll suck every cock in this room tonight Dawn, you’ll swallow so much cum you’ll think you’re going to burst. There must be thirty guys in here! That’ll be your quota, every fucking night, you stupid, mean bitch. You’ll put that nasty mouth of yours to good use, you’ll suck dick any way these guys want!” He was ranting now, the hornier he got the worse the filth coming out of his mouth got. And every word felt like it was being burned into her brain, commands she couldn’t disobey. “Wet and sloppy, long and slow, even brutal face-fuckings if that’s what they’re into! Your hunger for cum won’t go away until thirty filthy cocks spurt their backed-up cumloads down into your stomach! Every night!”
He grabbed her head again, pressing his cock against her lips and thrusting forward, pushing it into her mouth. And then further, grunting with enjoyment as he watched her discomfort as his cock bumped against the back of ther throat. He held her there, like that, and continued his rant. “You’ll suck off Big Sal too, at the end of the night. Cumload number thirty one! He’s not homeless, so he can’t help you with your new cum cravings, but he’s a good man. No reason he shouldn’t be able to dump the contents of his balls into the cum soup that will be sloshing away in your stomach, ahaha! He is running a soup kitchen after all!”
He tugged her head forward aggressively then and Dawn’s eyes bugged out as she swallowed involuntarily, and suddenly his dick was in her throat, bulging it obscenely.
“Suck!” he commanded, and Dawn started sucking, hungrily running her tongue along the underside of his cock as he began to fuck her face, humping up at it while pressing her head down into his crotch. “Ugggh! Yeah… fuck your throat is tight. Mmmh, that feels good. Haven’t cum in so long, you’re gonna get fed well slut!”
Choking and gagging as he fucked his massive cock in and out of her throat, Dawn felt like she was going to pass out. She couldn’t resist. She clung to his thighs as he pumped her head up and down on his dick, her cute little nose repeatedly squashed into his thick pubes as he fully hilted his cock in her throat over and over and over again. And just as she thought she might faint, feeling like her head was going to explode, she felt his dick tense suddenly – and moments later, rope after rope of thick, nasty cum shot directly into her stomach. The homeless man moaned in delight as he emptied his balls into the pretty girl’s stomach, pulling her head back as he continued to cum until his cock popped out of her mouth and spurted the final few jets of yellowy-white jizz over her face and her perfect tits.
Dawn knelt back on her haunches, her chest heaving as she drew in breath, her stomach churning as his massive cumload bubbled away inside it. She felt a wave of relief as the cold gnawing hunger in her tummy seemed to dissipate… but the relief was short-lived. Then it came back, and she knew then that it wasn’t going to go away. Until, at least, she had sucked off every other man in the room, just as her tormentor had said.
“Ahhhhh,” the homeless man seemed to deflate back into his chair, his softening cock still connected to her trembling bottom lip with a long, thin sliver of silky cum. The man looked at her, a little more composed now he’d gotten his rocks off. He pulled his pants up, snapping the sliver of spunk that connected them. Cum dripped down her face and onto her tits, adding to the slimy rivers of cum drooling down around her nipples.
“You aren’t to waste a drop!” he scowled. “Lick all that cum off your tits and face, whore, and if there’s any on the floor when your down, you’ll suck all that up as well! Sucking is all you’re good for now, Dawn. So get to work!”
Dawn did as she was told, running her fingers over her boobs and sucking the cum off them. Then she scraped it off her face and ate that too. His cum was salty and had nasty clumps in it, but every drop she swallowed seemed to help ease the ache in her stomach, if only briefly. Then she hunted around for droplets of cum around his feet like some kind of crazed sniffer dog and hoovered those up as well.
“Good girl. You’ve got a long night ahead of you though, haven’t you? But you’ll be rewarded. You’re a sperm-hungry little hobo-slut now, Dawn. And every man in this room is going to reward your begging to suck their cocks with a nice, hot meal… delivered straight down your throat.”
He smiled his toothless grin again, his eyes shining.
“A little kindness goes a long way, right?”
And again, she felt it, the cold wave. Engraining his words onto her very soul.
Dawn slowly got to her feet and looked over to the next guy, who had been sat next to the homeless man. He was homeless too, of course; they all were. He had watched the entire thing with a look of shock on his face, but hadn’t protested. Maybe he couldn’t. Dawn’s slender legs, again with a will of their own, soon carried her to his side, where she got on her knees. She looked at him pleadingly, feeling a desperate need to suck his cock well up inside her. She suddenly felt like it was the most important thing in the world, to be allowed to suck this vagrant’s prick.
“Please sir, may I suck your cock? Please?”
He looked even more dishevelled and unwashed than the first hobo. And he smelled like booze, cigarettes, and faintly of rotten eggs.
He nodded, his initial shock giving way to enthusiasm. “Of course, yes! Please, help yourself young lady!”
And soon Dawn had another nasty, unwashed ballsack in her mouth as she diligently cleaned it with her tongue, before moving on to suck his dick too. He wasn’t as aggressive, and lounged back as Dawn sucked on his sweaty member, letting her work for her meal. Soon a second batch of cum joined the first in her tummy, and she moved onto the next guy, begging to suck his cock too. The next guy looked shocked at first, and then just like before, suddenly he was very keen to feed the girl a thick protein-rich meal.
It took hours for them to be done. None of them seemed to think it was out of the ordinary, at least not for long, as the first hobo’s weird magic took a grip on them the same way it had with Dawn. Every single one of them wanted to use her hot mouth to pump thick loads of backed-up jizz down her throat. Some let her do all the work. Others praised her for her talented mouth. A few called her names, laughing at her, asking if her daddy was proud and if she sucked his cock too. They were rough with her, brutally fucking her face like the first homeless man had, slapping her around with their cocks, making her eyes well up with tears as she struggled to take every inch of their meat down her throat.
By the end of the night, Dawn had spent over eight hours tirelessly draining their balls. Some of the homeless men were so drunk that it took them forever to cum, and she had to work overtime on their cocks.
Her lips felt swollen. He jaw ached. Her stomach was bloated, and she looked three months pregnant. It was only then that the hunger finally abated, and she felt like she had some control over herself again. She stood up, unsteady on her feet, and burped… and almost threw up from the smell of her own breath. It was like salty, cheesy swimming pool water. Her skin, although she’d gobbled up every last drop of spooge that touched it, still seemed shiny-slick from all the loads of cum the men had dumped on her face and tits, and every inch of her felt sticky and gross. Her beautiful hair, usually so pristine, was an unkempt mess.
She found Big Sal back at the counter, where she wanted to say she was clocking off, but instead found herself begging to suck his cock too. Big Sal didn’t refuse, and so Dawn dutifully sucked his balls, lapped away at his taint like a hungry kitten, and then sucked his dick like her life depended on it, giving him the best blowjob of his life. At least he didn’t stink, she thought, as she struggled to swallow his jizz on a very full stomach.
It was getting close to sunrise by the time Dawn got home. It was so late in fact that she arrived just as her dad returned, having finished his night shift.
“Hey sweetie, how was your first night volunteering?” he asked. He didn’t seem at all surprised to see his daughter looking so bedraggled, her face strangely shiny and her usually neat hair completely dishevelled-looking.
Her voice was hoarse, almost gone, throat-fucked into oblivion. “I loved it dad, thank you for suggesting it. I can’t wait to go back tomorrow.”
She definitely didn’t mean to say that. That freaky hobo was still in her head!
Her dad looked at her proudly; he knew now his daughter would become a pillar of the community, helping the homeless every night. And he would support and encourage her every step of the way.
Dawn felt like she was going to throw up. She excused herself to her room, and lay down in bed, cradling her bulging tummy as what felt like gallons of cum burbled and rumbled away inside her. Tomorrow, she knew she’d do it all again.
When she slept, she dreamt only of cocks, bouncing around in front of her face and jabbing at her mouth, spewing cum all over her until a waterfall of jizz carried her away.
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