Dawn’s home is invaded and taken over by homeless squatters as she’s forced to serve them as their hostess and personal fucktoy.
Dawn’s dad struggled down the street towards his house, carrying four large and extremely heavy bags full of shopping. It was pissing rain, and he was completely soaked through and exhausted, having lugged the shopping several kilometres from the store to his house. Eli had taken his car a few weeks ago, and Dawn’s dad now had to walk everywhere. Most mornings, when he got back from work, he wouldn’t even make it to the door of his house before Eli or one of the other hobos sent him away to the store to buy them a fuckton of booze, cigarettes and junk food. They had basically moved into his house at this point and taken over, turning their family home in the suburbs into a party house and a crack den.
Dawn’s dad reached the door and almost collapsed into it, his arms on fire, having carried so many bottles of booze so far – and it wasn’t the cheap stuff either. Eli had Dawn’s dad spending half his pay cheque on fancy aged liquor and fucking hand-rolled cigars so the hobos crashing his house could spend their time there permanently wasted. Dawn’s dad set the shopping down on the ground and reached for the door of the house – he could feel the air in front of the door THRUMMING with sound. Yet another hobo fuckparty was clearly well underway. Dawn’s dad took a breath, opened the door, and stepped into the madness inside.
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The whole house was trashed. Cans, smashed bottles, empty pizza boxes and random pieces of clothing littered the hallways, with weird stains all over the floors, pictures were smashed and half-hanging off the walls and the lights had all been broken. The air stank of booze, smoke and body odour. Rave music pulsed through the house from the living room, deafeningly loud. Dawn’s dad stepped over a passed-out hobo who had thrown up on himself as he dragged the bags of shopping into the kitchen, where he would spend the next few minutes loading the fridge and restocking the freezer with ice so Eli and the other hobos could enjoy their booze nice and chilled.
In the living room, it was very crowded. Hobos were everywhere, drinking and smoking and laughing. The room reeked of smelly cock and man sweat, at least to Dawn’s sensitive nose. She was on duty as usual, and tonight she was dressed up in a lewd bunnygirl outfit. She looked cartoonishly slutty in the too-small outfit as her tits spilled out of the top of it. She tottered about on ridiculously impractical bubblegum pink heels, her red corset compressing her already slender frame into a perfect hourglass shape and making it quite hard to breathe. She had cute floppy bunny ears on her head and a puffy white ball of fluff for a tail, just above her gorgeous, sculpted ass, which the outfit did little to conceal, leaving her cheeks on full display. Dawn’s big tits barely fit into the tiny bra cups of the outfit and wobbled perilously with every uncertain step she took, threatening to burst out at any moment – she seemed to spend half the time squishing them back down into the cups, only for them to flop out immediately as soon as she so much as bent over. And Dawn was bending over a lot. Or rather, being bent over a lot – to take dick! She was supposed to be serving drinks and snacks to the hobos, but it was a difficult job to perform when you were being passed around from filthy cock to filthy cock, constantly being pummeled in every hole. She’d already lost count of how many time she’d been fucked just trying to walk from one side of the living room to the other, trying to get to the kitchen to restock her little serving tray with snacks and drinks.
In every room, including Dawn’s bedroom, some hobos had hooked up tvs and connected them to the wifi, and they were all streaming Dawn’s rapidly growing library of pornographic misasventures non-stop, around the clock. In every room, screens blazed bright with scenes of absolute degeneracy, with Dawn the star in every one of them! Every room was filled with the sounds of Dawn’s holes being abused, a wet PLAP PLAP PLAP smacking noise as her pussy was fed cock endlessly, to the inescapable soundtrack of her horny moans and orgasmic squeals. The videos of Dawn and her dad were VERY popular with the vagrants; they loved fucking her senseless while forcing her to watch videos of her own father raping her. “Do you miss your daddy’s cock, baby girl?” they’d say, slamming their much bigger dicks into her pussy and laughing as she screamed and trembled in pleasure, one arm wrapped around her neck so her face was pointed at the screen, unable to look away. “Maybe he can have another ride on you when we’re done…”
It wasn’t just daddy-daughter love blasting out on every screen though. Eli had expanded his operation a bit, using donation money to buy proper hardware to film Dawn’s endless degredation and humiliation. A bunch of the hobos in the house were wearing AR glasses that were constantly recording, and the hobos would pass them around to whoever was fucking Dawn at the time – providing Dawn’s horny audience of online perverts with multiple POVs of cocks slamming into her holes. Sometimes they even made Dawn wear the glasses, so people could see what it looked like from her perspective as she stared down between her legs, wide-eyed, as a ten-inch hobo cock encrusted with yellow-white dick cheese lined itself up with her bare pussy, and was slowly fed into her aching hole inch by inch. Audiences could really appreciate Dawn’s pussy being demolished this way, as they could see the bulging outline of the vagrant’s dick against her skin as it slammed into her womb, not to mention hear her screams up close!
And of course, who could forget Dawn’s dog whore training videos? Leashed to a post while horny mutts humped her silly all night in some trash-filled wasteland. Dawn hated those videos the most; it was always so mentally jarring to watch herself doing such nasty things with animals. Of all the things she’d endured in this nightmare, the abject humiliation of being a fucktoy for a bunch of smelly dogs still ranked in her mind, and it wasn’t even a close contest. The dogs got hard at the mere sight of her now, their shiny, veiny cocks emerging from their sheaths if they caught so much of a whiff of her scent on the air. To them, she was a hot doggy fuckbitch to be humped and bred and nothing more.
Right now, though, Dawn wasn’t looking at any screens. She was on her knees, staring up at folds and folds of flab as a morbidly obese hobo with an obscenely large fuckhose for a cock leered down at her. “Need a piss,” he grunted. “Don’t wanna get up.”
That meant Dawn would serve as his toilet, then.
Dawn dipped her head under his folds of flesh to lift his semi-flaccid, hefty prick to her mouth and pressed it to her lips, forming a seal around his massive cockhead. She tried not to focus too much on the overwhelming stink of ass and ball sweat, a pungent miasma that seemed to envelop her like a cloud as she knelt between this fat pig’s legs with his enormous hog resting on her pouty lips. She tried not to focus on the taste of his meat, which was cheesy and foul, and made her throat clamp and tighten involuntarily, as if to say “don’t let that crusty diseased thing in here!”
Unfortunately for Dawn, the mountain of hobo flesh wobbling in front of her had other ideas.
“Naw bitch, take it all the way down your toilet mouth!” he demanded. “I want to piss straight into your stomach!”
Dawn opened her mouth and started to feed his fat, semi-soft cock down her throat. It was so long and thick that she knew he could literally do what he wanted: he could actually piss directly into her stomach if she took it all the way down! And he wanted her to exactly that, so she had to fulfill his twisted desires. Dawn choked and gagged as she swallowed his fuckhose; it never got any easier, her gag reflex always made swallowing cocks a struggle even after all of the practice she’d had. And by this point, Dawn had sucked thousands of cocks. Shuffling forward on her knees, she took more and more of his meaty hose down her gullet, until her forehead was pressed into his sweaty gut, his massive hairy balls looming just inches from her chin. She reached forward to lift his belly, pressing her hands into his yielding flab it so she could get those final few inches of flaccid man-meat all the way down her throat.
One thing Dawn had gotten much better at, however, was holding her breath. After choking on so many dicks constantly, she had learned how to stay calm and not panic. But the exertion of holding this man’s fat gut up so she could fully take his cock, cutting off her oxygen while he took a long, drunken piss down her throat was going to be a real challenge. Dawn couldn’t see his face anymore, she was completely buried under a stinking mound of sweaty flesh. She waited there patiently for his piss to start flowing, completely at his mercy. It seemed to take forever, but eventually the man sighed, and Dawn could feel warmth flooding her belly as his hot, boozy piss stream blasted straight into her stomach. Her throat convulsed reflexively around his cock and she quietly gagged, spit bubbling around her lips at the base of the hobo’s shaft.
“That’s a cunt that knows her place,” the fat hobo said approvingly. “This is where you belong, you dumb piss-drinking toilet whore. You dropped out of school for this, huh? Ahahaha!”
Dawn couldn’t taste his piss – a small mercy, she supposed – but she could feel it erupting into her with the force of a firehorse, churning up the cum already in her tummy from sucking dick all night. She shifted uncomfortably on her knees, trying to settle the whirlpool of bodily fluids raging inside her stomach. 30 seconds passed. Then 40. The man was still pissing. Dawn stared up into the darkness of his belly resting over her eyes, feeling her stomach inflating with the sheer volume of piss filling her up, feeling the fluttering in her chest as an edge of panic at not being able to breath started creeping into her, feeling her head starting to cloud and throb as her lungs yearned for air. 50 seconds. A minute. Dawn tried to signal her desperation by squeezing her hands against his gut and whimpering, but all she could hear was porn, her own voice on tv begging her daddy to fuck her – there was no way the homeless man could hear her struggling over her own slutty voice on the tv begging for another incestuous load to be pumped into her womb! 70 seconds. 80 seconds. Dawn’s corset started to feel like it was crushing her, her tummy now so full of hobo piss and cumloads that it looked like she’d eaten a three course meal. Dawn mewled pathetically into the man’s firehose cock as it continued to blast piss into her. She was frightened she would pass out, and he wouldn’t even notice. And her last earthly experience would be being used as a urinal for a drunk, obese homeless man.
“Ohhhhh,” the fat hobo groaned, arching his back slightly. “Drink it you slut, you know you love it!”
Tears streamed down Dawn’s eyes as she approached a minute and a half of guzzling piss while struggling against the crushing weight of the man’s bulk, her throat bulging obscenely around his firehose as it blasted the last of its piss into her, the constant stream tapering off into pulsing jets as the hobo attempted to fully empty his bladder. 100 seconds. 110 seconds. Two minutes of drinking piss!
On the verge of fainting, Dawn felt the man’s hand grabbing the hair on the back of her head as he slowly, deliberately started to pull her off his fat pissing schlong, still emptying the last of his bladder as he extricated his thick cock from her throat, filling her mouth with piss, before pulling out and spraying the final few jets over her face and tits.
Dawn swallowed and gasped like a fish out of water, sucking lungfuls of stinking air as she wheezed, falling sideways to the floor, her jumbo melons popping free of her bunnygirl costume and jiggling lewdly as she panted at his feet.
“Thanks cunt,” the man said, losing interest almost immediately and turning his attention back to Dawn’s performance on screen. “Come back after I’ve had a few more drinks, okay? Don’t make me get off this sofa, you’re my personal toilet now.”
Dawn wiped the piss from her chin and dabbed at her glistening boobs with the cuff of her bunnygirl outfit, before fighting to push them back into place in her corset. They wobbled defiantly, frustratingly uncooperative as Dawn fretted and tugged at the cups to conceal them. It seemed silly to keep tucking her boobs away when she was literally a piece of ass on display to be fucked all day, but Dawn had to play the role of hot bunnygirl at this party, and that meant dressing the part and caring about her look. Between fucks she would try to find time to sneak to the bathroom to fix her hair and make-up, so she looked less like a well-used whore and more like the fresh fantasy fuckdoll her lovers wanted to see. She had to look presentable, Eli had said, so men always wanted to fuck her, and it was her responsibility to keep herself looking pretty at all times.
Dawn almost made it to the door of the living room before another homeless man emerged from the darkness and drunkenly announced that he was going to give her ass the pounding of her life, and slammed her up against a wall, crushing her tits against it as he whipped out his cock, tugged aside the ‘v’ of fabric covering her ass, and started to cram his dick into Dawn’s puckered asshole. “Nnngh!” Dawn grunted, biting her lip as his beer-can thick dick insisted itself into her colon. “Yes, please use my ass sir, I love the feeling of a big dick in my tight little asshole!” Dawn begged, debasing herself in exactly the way she sensed the man wanted her to. She pressed her weight back against him, gyrating her bubble butt against his hips as he pushed his dick deeper and deeper into her.
“Slut,” he rasped, right in her ear. “Your ass is so fuckable, you deserve this for getting me so hard! Say you’re sorry! Apologise for turning me on with your fat ass!”
“I-I’m sorry sir!” Dawn whined. He was raping her ass, and she had to apologise to him? She struggled to say the words, but she knew she had to entertain him. “It’s all my fault for having such a fuckable butt, you should teach me a lesson with your big, hard cock!”
He thrust his hips and buried his cock all the way inside Dawn’s ass, making her cry out. He reached round and started groping at her tits, kneading them roughly as he slam-fucked her up against the wall. “Yeah that’s right whore, let this be a lesson to you! Your whole body is obscene, you know that? It’s begging for this,” he said, ramming his cock back into her balls deep, and Dawn cried out again. It hurt so good. She hated that she loved it, but any cock penetrating her ass, pussy, or even being forced down her throat sent waves of unwanted pleasure through Dawn’s body. She felt her pussy gushing as the aggressive homeless man buttfucked her, all the while delivering a disgusting stream of consciousness monologue in her ear. “Fucking porn body! You should be ashamed of yourself. You spend every day trapped in the most lewd body I’ve ever seen, ughhh, all anyone sees when they look at you is a fucking fleshlight, and you know it. Ngh, take it up the ass! Nghh! You were born for this! God gave you the body of a whore, so take my dick! That’s it, yeah, bounce your big whore ass against my fat cock, bitch! I’m going to pump a gallon of cum into your nasty hole and you’ll thank me for the privilege!”
He smacked Dawn’s ass over and over as he fucked her, jeering, ramming his cock into her ass until his entire body tensed and Dawn felt another warm sensation filling her up as he pumped a week’s worth of backed-up cum directly up her shitpipe. Dawn could feel it coating her insides and closed her eyes, shivering as an orgasm ripped through her. She never imagined her wildest dreams that one day she would cum from being ass raped, but that’s just the kind of girl she was now.
And she knew she had to say it: “Thank you sir,” she gasped. “For pumping your cum into my nasty hole…”
The squatter pulled his cock out of her ass, but he wasn’t done yet. He grabbed Dawn by the hair, yanking at it painfully and dragging her down to her knees – her most familiar position in life now. “Clean your ass slime off my dick or I’ll slap the fuck out of you,” he snarled. Dawn licked her lips and opened her mouth, and soon she had another cock stuffed in her throat as her gentle kisses and intimate licks roused her lover enough for a second round. Dawn had the pleasure of tasting her own ass, mixed in with globs of cum still clinging to his cock, as he repeatedly fucked his pole into her throat, before spraying a load of spunk into her stomach.
He pulled out when he was done, splattering the rest of his load over her face and tits until she was dripping with jizz, looking down at the thoroughly fucked bunnygirl on her knees at his feet with a look of contempt on his face. “Disgusting whore, you make me sick,” he said, and spat on her face before tucking his deflating cock back into his pants. Dawn felt his spit running down her face and mingling with his cum. She blushed and looked away from his gaze, the humiliation overwhelming her, but the only place she could look was the tv screen next to her head, which was now showing a video of her having sex with a german shepherd.
It would be a completely normal reaction for her to cry right now, Dawn knew. She had been fucked and totally degraded by homeless men all day, every day, for months now, and things just seemed to be spiralling, getting more intense, and the worst part was she didn’t know how long she had to keep this up. “Could be a month, could be a year,” she heard the magic hobo that had put her in this situation’s voice in her head and she fought back the tears. No, she hadn’t gone through all of this just to give up now. Dawn composed herself, feeling her steely resolve return to her as she picked herself off her feet. She wasn’t going to cry. Instead, she plastered a happy, vacant smile on her face – the hobos responded best to her looking hot and dumb at all times – and finally made it to the living room door. Dawn changed her plans to head to the kitchen and instead crossed the hallway and into the bathroom, where she started fixing her hair and re-applying her make-up. But only after eating the cum pooling between her pushed-up hooters and drooling out of her gaping asshole, of course.
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In the kitchen, Eli and Dawn’s dad were having a chat.
“I’m so grateful I could help with Dawn’s community service,” said Dawn’s dad, opening his wallet and handing Eli all of the money he had in it. Eli smirked and pocketed the wad of cash.
“Yeah you doing alright I guess,” Eli said. “Just keep fetching our boys beers and smokes when supplies get low, you got that? You are keeping this party going, big daddy, and your daughter is very grateful for all the dick she getting as a result!”
Dawn’s dad smiled robotically and nodded.
“You still taking your pills?” Eli asked.
“Yes, every day,” Dawn’s dad said. Eli had been supplying him with his ‘crazy fuck pills’ for weeks now, and the poor guy was completely addicted. Eli had turned his addiction into opportunity – he could now get Dawn’s junkie dad to do anything he wanted in exchange for the pills. Pills which, incidentally, usually transformed him into a sex-obsessed caveman, whose only interest was plowing his own daughter on camera in front of hundreds of viewers!
“Good, good,” said Eli. “I want you to pop two today, you gonna spend the rest of the day watching your daughter getting railed at the party! I want you to follow her around, jerking your pathetic white boy dick in the corner of the room while my boys have fun with her.”
Dawn’s dad pulled out the bottle of amphetamines and viagra and took two pills. Soon, he would lose his mind to the drugs and obsessively wank over his daughter being repeatedly raped in front of him. And if he was lucky, when all the homeless men were spent and exhausted from fucking Dawn, Eli would let her daddy have the sloppiest, filthiest seconds imaginable. Her dad was financing this operation at this point, only fair he got to enjoy the merchandise, Eli figured. After it had already been ruined, that was.
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Dawn stepped of the bathroom, looking stunning again, and was immediately mobbed by another gang of men looking to empty their balls into her. They manhandled her, their hands roaming over her hot teenage body and fondling her delicious curves. They pulled her over to the stairs, where they smacked her ass repeatedly as she scamped up them to her bedroom, where she was unceremoniously thrown on her bed and subjected to a sweaty, clumsy gangfuck.
Cocks throbbed away inside her pussy and ass. One hobo fucked her massive melons, splurting his thick, sticky jizz ropes down the inside of her corset, his hairy ass pointed straight at her face – and so naturally Dawn found herself slurping on his asshole while he abused her swollen, sensitive melons. Her head was pulled back, hanging off the side of the bed, her cute bunny ears pointed at the floor so another filthy hobo dick could fuck her face like a pussy. Dawn gagged and drooled as a heavy, black ballsack thunked meatily against her eyes. Her hands were filled with cocks, and she jerked them off as best she could. She even felt one of the hobos remove one of her bubblegum pink heels and start rubbing her feet against his cock until she felt it twitch, depositing a messy load all over her dainty tootsies. Dawn spent hours being humped and abused, spunked on or filled up with cum, slapped around, made to gargle and drink more piss, made to lick and eat hobo ass. The hobos relished making her an airtight fuckbunny, her three holes in non-stop use, their nasty cocks thrusting in an out of her. Her bed was a disgusting, cum-streaked mess, her mattress soaked and stinking with fuck fluids. Her previously cute girly room was trashed, used condoms oozing all over the floor, her clothes and even some of her soft plush toys used as cum rags for the men to wipe their dicks on after using her holes. Occasionally she’d catch sight of her dad, standing over in the corner of the room, furiously mastubating as Dawn was endlessly assaulted by cocks and cum.
Dawn’s role as fuckbunny hostess had one last duty in store for her at the party though, and it was a particularly gross one. See, Dawn wasn’t always around – she still had to leave to help the homeless at the community centre in the evening, sucking all their dicks, and she still had to spend her nights at the homeless encampment. That meant she wasn’t at home to be constantly raped by Eli’s squatters for a good third of the day! But that didn’t stop the guys beating their meat to Dawn’s illustrious porn career constantly being broadcast on every television in the house. But rather than spill their seed on the ground and waste it, they would jerk off into condoms and save the cum for Dawn to eat later. At first, when they started making Dawn do this grim party trick, they were content just to watch her chew at the used condoms until they split, dumping the day-old contents of their ball slime onto her tongue for her to choke down. Then they’d hand her the next one, and she’d chew through that too. Usually she was being fucked at the same time; the guys found it funny to watch her face all screwed up in disgust as cold jizz poured down her throat while orgasms ripped through her as her cunt was split open by another big black fucklog.
But Dawn’s party trick had gotten a little out of hand, it seemed, as after the guys were finished gangfucking her on her bed, one of them deposited an enormous, goo-filled condom full of fuck slop on her bed. He threw it so it landed just between her legs, where it jiggled teasingly against her cunt. It was so inflated with congealed cum that it was the size of a water balloon. Dawn looked at it dumbstruck. There was probably a pint of cum in it! Her stomach lurched just looking at it. “Please no,” she thought. “I can’t eat more cum, I’m gonna burst!”
“We been saving that one up for weeks,” one of the homeless men said. “It’s real fucking nasty!”
He wasn’t kidding. The cum balloon was a swirling vortex of congealed, rancid, weeks-old cum. She could see a sediment settling at the bottom of the balloon, while layers of thick white, yellow and even greyish wads of jism oozed around inside the rubber. A watery scum rested at the very top. It looked like a bag of disease.
“You want to eat it though, don’t you?” said another hobo. “You’re such a freak for our cum. I’ve seen you lick it off the floor after it dribbled out of your ass!”
Dawn, ever the actress, stuck out her tongue and winked. “I love your cum, I just can’t let any go to waste! This is so thoughtful of you guys – thank you so much!”
“That’s your breakfast from now on, hole,” said another hobo. “Go on and chew through it.”
Dawn picked up the condom. Its vile contents glooped around inside it and she pressed the rubber to her mouth, sucking it in. It was too big to fit in her mouth completely, and Dawn was forced to start chewing on it while holding it half in her mouth. The rubber bulged and wobbled as she chomped down on it, trying to chew through the condom to get at her breakfast inside. It took a few seconds of working her teeth against it when suddenly the balloon burst, and the cold, watery slime that filled half the bulging condom flooded into her mouth and exploded down her chin and all over her tits. Dawn froze as the taste violated her tongue. For a second, nobody moved. And then the smell hit.
These homeless men were used to disgusting smells, they never even washed. And yet this foul effluence had them all taking a step back to gag and retch. It was as if a stink bomb had gone off in the room, except instead of ass, it smelled like rancid cheese and chlorine. Dawn wanted to puke. It was disgusting, intensely salty, completely foul-tasting. She coughed and choked as she swallowed it. And that was just the first wave, She still had the rest of the thicker, gloopier contents to suck out of the condom and guzzle down! Dawn desperately tried to express enjoyment and happiness, and not shock and horror, as she chewed through her meal.
“Mmmm!” she slobbered, doing her best to do a little happy dance on the bed. “Tho tasty…!”
“Jesus, how can she eat that?” one of the hobos spluttered, amazed as the beautiful bunnygirl chewed and chewed on the cum-filled balloon, their slimy old rancid cum sliding down her throat.
The texture on Dawn’s tongue was like a mix of yogurt and snot. Some of it slipped down her throat like phlegm, while the rest clung to her tongue like glue. She had to chew through the condom, and then chew through their congealed ball gunk, before she was able to finally swallow the pint of vile old jizz gunge.
“Blaaahhhh!!” Dawn gasped, opening her mouth and sticking out her tongue to show that she’d been a good girl and eaten all of her breakfast. It rumbled in her tummy as it mixed with all the cum and piss already fermenting inside her.
“I ain’t sticking my cock in there now,” one of the hobos said, disgusted.
The hobos turned towards the man masturbating furiously in the corner of the room.
“Your turn at last big daddy,” said one of the hobos, shoving him towards the bed. “Why don’t you give your baby girl a nice big kiss goodnight?”
Dawn burped, feeling the contents of her stomach rising to her throat, the awful cum gruel repeating on her. And then her daddy’s lips were pressed against hers, his tongue in her mouth, and soon her well-used, cum-filled, battered pussy was welcoming dad back inside her, reunited once more, just another cock to be milked by the nympho cum-addicted bunnygirl.
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Thanks to Sophie for this story suggestion!
This story will be cumming to its climax soon I think. What do you think her ultimate fate should be, reader?
Has Dawn earned a happy ending?
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