Thanks for the comments and feedback. There were some good ideas. This chapter wraps up Cathy's tale. I got a few ideas for some other stuff, so keep checking in on me.
Chapter five
Another long hot bath and a nice nap had somewhat restored Cathy to a near normal condition. Although she doubted that she could ever feel normal again. In fact, she didn't want to. She had never known such incredible ecstasy in her life. She loved being used and realized that she could never go back to what she had been, just a few days ago.
As she lounged in nothing more than a pair of dark pantyhose, she enjoyed the feel of the nylons rubbing together on her legs. Using scissors, she had cut a hole in the crotch, leaving her pussy exposed. Although she was alone and at home, she still took a perverted pleasure in being so lewd. Now there was a word that she embraced...lewd. It fit the new Cathy.
As she ate a salad and a Weight Watcher's frozen dinner, she fondly remembered her afternoon at Wanda's. The power of her climaxes continued to amaze her. That she could have so many, in so short a period of time, was beyond belief. And to have experienced her first ever multiple orgasm, as she ate a mouthful of a strange woman's excrement was frightening. She didn't want to come down with some exotic disease. She knew that a variety of serious ailments could attack her, as a result of her lack of caution. Human feces were rife with potentially fatal organisms.
Still, the very memory of her outrageous behavior, was prodding the flames of her desire. Cherry's vile shit had tasted horrible; yet the act of eating it in front of others had taken her to another round of extraordinary pleasure.
'Damn,' she thought, 'I'm horny again.'
Cathy began to try and think of some new disgusting thrill for her to experience. She knew that she couldn't handle another all nighter, with untold numbers of men. But she did need some hot action. Then she recalled the homeless man she had seen, as she drove away from Wanda's place. HMMMMM.
She didn't feel like driving all the way across town, for just one old bum. However, there was a section of downtown that was only twenty minutes away and offered far more gentlemen of the non-resident types who could fill her needs. It was called The Union Mission and it was there that the homeless were given food, a chance to clean up and a place to sleep for one night. They wouldn't allow anyone to stay for more than one night a week, because there were so many of them. However, the surrounding area was rife with the men who stayed nearby for the food supplied from the mission's kitchen.
There were women too, of course, but mostly men. The neighborhood was badly run down and several surrounding buildings were old and empty. She had driven by there a few times, but usually tried to avoid that part of town. On those rare occasions, she noticed men sleeping in alleys or going through dumpsters, looking for God knew what. Now she recalled how vile and filthy looking they were and it woke her desire, as the disgusting possibilities ran through her mind.
She knew that she would end up there tonight. But first she would prepare a travel pack to take with her. In a small sport bag, she threw in antibiotic ointment and band aids, a few dozen condoms, a couple of small travel sized bottles of mouth wash, toothpaste and toothbrush, two hand towels, some strawberry flavored lubricant, an extra pair of blue jeans, a heavy T-shirt, and just for the hell of it a black vibrating dildo. She would need to stop at a drug store and pick up a bunch of individual packets of wet wipes. Those were not for the bums to use before they fucked her; they would be for her, after she had been defiled, hopefully repeatedly. She wanted the dirty men to remain so, as they used her.
She found an old skirt and blouse. They didn't match very well, but then the men she was going after wouldn't give a damn. She slipped on a pair of three inch heels. She'd worn them for a few years and had every intention of throwing them away, but just hadn't got around to it. She was anticipating having her clothing torn and left behind; that's why she was taking a change of clothes with her.
Thoughts and mental images of the acts that she was going to commit sent shivers of lust down her spine and she was sorely tempted to fondle her naked pussy. But she maintained some self control, knowing that to climax now would be a waste, when truly awesome lust was just an hour away.
She headed down town, stopping at a drug store to pick up a small package of wet wipes. While there, she also bought some Ibuprofen, two bottles of water and a squeeze bottle of douche, she was pretty sure that she would be glad to have brought some along.
Soon she was driving around in a nasty part of the down town area. It was after eight o'clock, the street lights were on and the homeless had already found there resting places for the evening. She parked her car, in a nearby, protected garage took her sport bag and headed for a spot two blocks away, where she had spotted some likely candidates.
She came upon the first guy and he was right where she had seen him as she drove past. He was curled up next to a dumpster. He was white, not that it mattered to her, and was wearing jeans and a couple of overcoats. It was a warm evening and Cathy thought that he must be burning up, but he didn't want to lose any of his prize possessions, so he wore them. As she got close to him, she saw he was filthy and clutching a pint bottle of wine. She read the label, 'Thunderbird.'
Cathy bent over to him and shook his shoulder. At first she didn't get a response, so she kept tugging on him, until he opened his eyes and stared blearily at her and asked, "What the fuck do you want?"
She didn't hesitate, "I need to get fucked and I picked you to do the job."
He gave her an angry look and told her, "Leave me the hell alone, bitch. It ain't right to tease the homeless."
"I'm dead serious mister. I want you to fuck me."
He looked up at her, a little more cognizant of her presence and what she was saying. "What are you, some kind of crazy bitch. Go away."
He was drunk; she could see that. Yet his eyes did give her the once over, which indicated to her that he had some visceral reaction to the possibility of actually having sex with the strange woman.
She took his arm and began trying to lift him, as she ordered him, "Come on now, lets get on the other side of the dumpster, so we won't be bothered."