Homeless Man Ch 03

Laura was a good girl. She came from a good family. She went to school and did well, not the best, but she was at the top. She did sports, primarily gymnastics, and she loved it and was training hard. She had good friends, and she was popular. She went to church with her parents every Sunday. She did all the right things. She said all the right things and had all the correct values and opinions.

Laura had another side. A darker, hidden side. She struggled with it and tried her best to contain it. Hide it so no one would see anything besides her being a good girl. But every night, she struggled. The dirty thoughts came unbidden. Her excitement rose without her being able to contain it. She could not help herself. She had to tweak her hard nipples and play with that special button on top of her pussy. She felt ashamed bringing herself to orgasm. However, at the same time, she knew it slowed her racing imagination. It dampened the burning need in the pit of her stomach.

At least for a while.

The need was always lurking in the back of her mind. Sometimes, it swelled during the day. If it became too much, she had to find a bathroom, dressing room, or anywhere else where she could be private. Once she was secure, she could tend to her drenched sex.

At night, she had found another way to deal with her rampant feelings. It was so unlikely that it was perfect. No one would ever suspect the truth. She paid a homeless man for sex. It was so far-fetched that no one would ever believe it.

Through a series of unrelated events, the idea that she could use the homeless man struck root in her mind. At night, while tending to her throbbing pussy, the idea grew. He was at the very bottom of society and not even on the first rung on the social ladder. He did not count for anything. She could use him as she wanted. The truth would never come out about what she did with him. It was simply too implausible. He was perfect.

She hadn't been prepared for his reaction to her attention. If you were living at the bottom of society, you never hesitated if you got an opportunity to gain something. You went for it without asking or thinking whenever you saw a possibility. When Laura presented herself to him, he never hesitated. He ravished her. He used her every bit as much as she wanted to be used by him. That he had taken her cherry on their first meeting had only been like a parenthesis in their coupling.

After the second time, she was hooked. He did things to her and made her feel things she could not recreate alone. Using her dildo made her only wish for his smooth cock. Feeling his unchecked excitement wash over her brought her to new levels she had not known existed.

He was an ugly, smelly, old homeless man who made her feel things she had not imagined before meeting him.

Then he turned the tables on her.

On the third time she went to him, he demanded that she pay him for sex. It was embarrassing how easily she had caved in. She even went to the ATM for cash. It had been so humiliating when she paid him. It had felt even more humiliating when he took her from behind on all fours like an animal.

By now, she was thoroughly hooked. She had difficulties picturing herself without his cock. It made her excited how her tight teenage body drew him wild.

Laura started working at a restaurant with her friend Izzy. Izzy thought it was great that they were working together. Laura also liked to work with Izzy. But she never told Izzy the real reason was so she could pay the homeless man for sex.

Laura had paid the homeless man five times for sex. There was no risk of discovery. But deep down, Laura knew what she was doing was not okay. She tried her best to avoid going to him. But it was like he had opened a door she could not close again. She knew how good his cock felt. No matter how hard she tried, she failed to feel the same using her hands or dildo. She cursed him and tried to stay away but caved in every three or four weeks and went to him.

Then she would feel so content afterward for days. But it did not last for long. The urge began rising again soon.

It was not only she who benefitted from the arrangement but also the homeless man. The last time she visited him, he showed her he had bought new shoes. He was very proud of them. He did not say, but she understood that he had bought them with money she had paid him for sex.

After showing her his new shoes, he made her promise to keep a secret. She had to promise several times. He pulled loose a panel on the wall by the dirty cardboard he used as a bed.

"These are my things," he explained to her, pulling out a worn backpack from a narrow space behind the panel. "I'm trusting you showing this. I don't want you stealing my stuff!"

She looked at the backpack. It seemed to be mostly dirty rags inside.

"Don't worry," she told him truthfully. "I will not steal your things."

He rummaged through the backpack until he found a small box. He handed it to Laura. "It's a present," he said.

Gingerly, she took it and opened the box. Inside was a necklace. It had a sun-shaped pendant on it. It looked cheap like it was from a Dollar store. She held it up, being surprised by the unexpected gift.

"I figured that you are my girlfriend since we are fucking," the homeless man said.

She looked from the necklace to the homeless man. The situation felt bizarre. They were the beauty and the beast for real. He smiled at her. She was getting used to his toothless, ugly grin.

She had been riding him. It felt even better than when he took her from behind on all fours. She became wild as she discovered she could work her pussy over his cock as hard and fast as she wanted. The homeless man had strained beneath her. He had shifted his hips so his cock went deep inside her every time she slammed down on top of him.

The sun-shaped pendant swung wildly on the necklace around her neck. She had completely lost it to passion. His hands had been rough on her swaying boobs, but the pain had only fueled her excitement. She fell forward on his grimy chest, and her lips found his. Her tongue swirled around his tongue deep in his mouth. She ran her hands into his greasy hair and held him. He groaned, and she felt his cock jerk. He was clutching her ass and coming inside her. It triggered her orgasm, and she came hard.

She broke the kiss. A shiver went down her spine. His mouth was so disgusting, and she had put her tongue in it. She was getting used to his unpleasant smell and unwashed body. It was, perhaps, not so strange that she finally had made out with him in the heat of the moment. She lay sprawling on his grimy chest. She had been so tense when she had come to him, and then all tension was gone. He was still clutching her ass, and his cock was still inside her. He seemed to like lying with his cock inside her after he had been coming. She smiled to herself. She had discovered she liked it too.

He rolled around, so he came on top. He took care that his cock did not slip out of her pussy. He shifted so his head was by her boobs. She ran her fingers into his greasy hair, and he started sucking. It had become a thing. He marked her every time she came to him. He sucked for a long time on her sensitive skin before he let up and moved to her other boob. She sighed as he latched on.

They admired his handiwork. The homeless man ran a finger over an angry-red hickey.

"I'll give you a discount if you return before they have faded," he said.

"That's so bad!" Laura giggled.

His cock was half-hard inside her. It felt good. She might take him up on his offer. She could afford it. She made good money in the restaurant where she worked extra.

A week and a half later, she went to the mall. The hickeys on her boobs had faded but were still faintly visible. She idly played with the idea of flashing the homeless man. She wanted to show that she could get a discount if she came to him that night. She also wanted him to see that she wore his necklace.

She was surprised when he was not in his usual place. He was still not there when she went home again several hours later.

He was still missing three days later when she went to the mall again. She worried about where he was. She went to the mall every two or three days to check if he had returned, but no luck.

One night, she decided to go and check again. She felt edgy. She had used her dildo, but it was so frustrating. She wanted the real thing. She wanted the homeless man to fuck her.

She did not take the clothes and sneakers she always wore when visiting him. She had them lying prepared in a drawer. Instead, she wore what she had been wearing earlier during the day. She made her way through the sleeping residential area toward the mall. It was dark, but she felt safe. She crossed the parking lot and went between the two buildings. It was empty where the homeless man usually slept. Even the dirty cardboard boxes that he used as a bed were gone. Her heart sank.

He was gone. She checked the hidden space behind the loose panel on the wall. His backpack was still there. Her heart sank even more. Something must have happened to the homeless man. Worried, she went home again.

For weeks, she hoped for him to return. But it did not happen. The worst was that she was fighting a losing battle against her libido. She used her hands and the old dildo, but they were not enough. The homeless man had made her crave the real thing. No matter how hard she tried, she did not feel the same when she did it herself. She even brought the dildo to school several times, even if it was crazy dangerous.

Laura lived in a rigorous and religious area. Many parents found it not decent for girls to undress and shower together in a locker room. To meet the requirements of some of the more upstanding and strict parents, the school built a row of dressing rooms with adjoining showers. That way, girls could change and shower in private.

Laura's parents were strict, but not that strict. However, when the homeless man began putting hickeys on her boobs, she had to hide them. She started changing clothes and showering in a dressing room. None of her friends thought it was a big deal. A couple asked her about her changed habits. She told them she found using the dressing room convenient. In a way, it was the truth. She discovered it was easy to rub one out when she was secure behind a locked door. She got in the habit of doing it quickly while changing before practice. Then, she would take more time after practice. She played more with her pussy, taking her time to build up tension before she made herself come. When she dared to bring her dildo to school, she used it in the changing room.

In school, there was a creepy janitor. All the girls knew who he was. Nobody quite knew what his tasks were at school. He was ogling girls most of the time. He was in his fifties, short, stocky, and a beer belly hanging over his belt. His chubby face looked a bit Asian but dark, like South American. He seemed to be always sweating. He had chubby, hairy fingers and hands. Some girls called him Hairy Hands. Everybody felt he was creepy.

Then, one day, there was a scandal. Someone discovered that the janitor had made a hole in the wall of one of the dressing rooms. They caught him peeping on girls using it. It was a moral uproar, both among students and parents. The janitor was fired immediately and arrested by the police on the following day.

He was brought in front of a judge within a week. However, the judge was from out of state. He did not share the outrage and moral indignation all parents felt. He did not understand the severity of the vile and filthy act performed by the janitor. The judge fined him a thousand dollars and let him go. There was a wave of indignant parents, but the judge held firm in his ruling. In his eyes, the janitor was nothing more than a peeping Tom. Losing his job and spending a week in jail was punishment enough besides the fine, according to him.

The students were livid for weeks about what had happened. There were many rumors and few facts. One fact was that the hole had been in the last dressing room--the one Laura had used. Like all other girls, she felt violated and creeped out. The ugly janitor had likely spied on her when she showered and changed clothes. She had practice four days a week and used the dressing room every time. Girls were competing in verbalizing their anger and contempt for his disgusting acts. Unlike all other girls, Laura kept quiet. She was worried about the janitor watching her masturbating. Even worse, it had been in the changing room where she had been using her dildo when she brought it to school. She got cold every time she thought about it. Out there, somewhere, was a man who had witnessed her darkest secret.

Whenever she brought out the dildo at home, she could not help thinking that someone knew her secret. She felt scared and thought about throwing it away. But she couldn't make herself do it. She needed it to keep her needs at bay.

Weeks passed, and nothing terrible happened. She had almost given up hope on the homeless man and rarely checked if he had returned. She had checked his backpack several times at night, and it was untouched.

One day, she passed the empty spot where the homeless man usually stood. She thought the janitor was a social outcast, just like the homeless man. He had lost his job and was thrown to the bottom of society.

She realized the janitor was similar to the homeless man in many ways. It did not matter if the janitor said anything about her masturbating or using her dildo. No one would listen to him. She felt like a heavy weight had been lifted from her chest when she understood she had worried needlessly. She had been scared for such a long time.

It felt good that evening when she brought out her dildo before sleeping. She did not need to worry about the janitor exposing her. She did her usual routine to bring herself off. Most times, she closed her eyes and imagined the homeless man. She pictured how it felt when he pushed his silky-smooth cock inside her. She worked the dildo in her pussy. She remembered how turned on she became from feeling the unchecked desire of the homeless man. How he was panting on top of her and used her body for his pleasure.

This time, the janitor came to her mind. She imagined how she had looked in the changing room when she had been bringing herself off. She remembered the first time with the homeless man. She had been masturbating and let him watch. He had pulled out his cock and played with it until he came. She wondered if the janitor had done the same. He had probably sat on the wall's other side and watched her through the hole. He had watched how she parted her legs and pleased herself. She imagined how he had watched her bring out her dildo and pushed it inside her pussy. Had he been coming when she did?

She came, having her strongest orgasm in weeks.

It became her new fantasy. She would be in bed and imagine how she was in the changing room. She imagined the fat janitor hiding behind a wall only a few feet away. He had watched how she undressed, and he had seen her naked. He had seen how she played with herself. Her darkest and most intimate secret. She imagined how he was jacking his cock while she used the dildo on her pussy. When she came, she imagined that he would do the same.

Quickly, it became her sole fantasy. She came so strongly every time.

A month went by. She knew nothing about the janitor, but she was increasingly curious. Searching, she found several articles in the local press about the scandal. All of them were condescending and breathed anger that he had not been sentenced to prison. In one news article, they mentioned him by name, Gene Fernandez. Laura felt strange reading it. Now, she had a name on the janitor. Gene. It was Gene she fantasized about when she was masturbating. Everything felt more real. Gene had seen her push her dildo into her pussy.

Gene knew her darkest secret.

She wanted to know more about Gene. She did not know how to go about it. She was afraid of searching on the net. Her parents checked her phone. They would ask why she searched for the janitor. Searching on a school computer was absolutely a red flag. One day, she searched on Facebook. Her parents could not see that. She found a discussion group dedicated to the janitor and what he had done. It was a hate group. Both students and parents had posted in the group. They should be a peaceful religious community, but many comments were vile. The parents were worse than the students. After scrolling for a while, Laura found a post doxing the janitor. Someone had posted both his name and address in the group. She got a tense feeling in her stomach when she read his address. She knew where he lived.

Every day, she became a bit more curious about Gene. She could not get him out of her head. She only vaguely remembered what he looked like, but his face came to her mind every time she put her hand on her pussy.

One day, she went to his home address. It was in a shabbier part of town, where she usually never visited. It was a street with five-story apartment buildings. People were walking on the sidewalk beside Laura. They looked distinctly different from Laura's social class. She felt trepidation as she walked to the building where Gene lived.

His building did not look any different from the other buildings. After wandering past it a few times, she felt she had to leave before anyone started paying attention. As usual, Gene's face was on her mind when she used the dildo before sleeping.

The following week, she went past his building again. She vaguely remembered what he looked like. She hoped he would enter or exit the building so that she could get a better picture of him. She lingered as long as she dared but saw no one resembling Gene.

Then she did it a third time. She did not know why she did it, but an idea was slowly evolving in her mind. It was so far-fetched and terrible that she had difficulty forming it. Going to his house repeatedly was a way of working up her nerves.

Then she went again to Gene's building. This time was different. It was not after school like in previous times but on a Saturday afternoon. Her parents believed she was in the mall with friends. She felt apprehension but strangely calm that she was finally going through with it. She had a bottle of water and drank it along the way. She finished the last of the bottle when she was outside Gene's building. She had a vague plan, and drinking plenty of water was part of it.

Gingerly, she stepped inside the entrance. There was a dirty registry with the names of all occupants. Gene lived on the third floor. The elevator was broken. She went upstairs to the third floor. Even if she hadn't known which door was to Gene's apartment, it was easy to tell. Someone had spray-painted PERVERT all over it. Someone else, probably Gene, had tried to remove it but only smeared the paint. It was still easily readable.

She knocked on the door. It was quiet for a long time. She knocked again. Still silent, maybe he was not at home. She knocked a third time.

"Go away!" a voice called from inside.

She jumped in surprise and waited. Nothing more came from inside. She knocked again.

"Go away!" the voice called again.

"Mr. Fernandez, please may I talk with you?" Laura called back.

It was quiet, and Laura knocked again.

"I said, go away!" the voice called.

"Please, Mr. Fernandez, I only want to talk," Laura pleaded.

"If you are here to bad-mouth, you are just wasting your time!"

"No, nothing like that. I only want to talk, that's all. I have some questions."

There was no response, and it was quiet inside the apartment. Laura knocked on the door again. "Please, Mr. Fernandez!"

The door rattled as several locks opened, and the door opened until the security chain was taut. It was dark inside, and Laura could not quite make out anything but a dark form on the other side of the door.