Navy SEAL and Homeless Woman, Ch. 1
Navy SEAL comes to the rescue of a homeless woman.
Author's Note:
This is a Non-Consent/Reluctance story. There is no rape in this story.
All characters portrayed in this story are over 21-years-old. There are no minors under the age of 18-years-old in this story. There are no sexual references to anyone under the age of 21-years-old.
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Navy SEAL and Homeless Woman, Ch. 1
Susan lay in a ball with her knees up in the corner of the doorway protected from the wind behind a dirty, trash filled dumpster. Even though it wasn't that cold yet, maybe from her not eating enough food, she was cold. She was shivering. With her living outside without a blanket to keep her warm, especially at night, when she wasn't walking to keep her warm, she was always cold.
While rubbing her shoulders, she wrapped her arms around herself and shivered while remembering that she was hungry. She hadn't had anything to eat since yesterday afternoon at the shelter. She heard a noise that had awakened her and now, with her on alert, she couldn't go back to sleep. Instead, she listened to the sounds of the city imagined and/or real.
No longer having a watch. She sold that for ten-dollars to buy food. She wondered what time it was.
The bars must have just closed. She heard people talking, laughing, and walking towards her. Someone was coming, but who? Trying to make herself invisible with cardboard positioned in front of her, hoping that no one would see her and bother her, she didn't want anyone to notice her hiding there.
She peeked through the space between the cardboard and the dumpster to see who was in her alley. Three, young men in their mid-twenties walked towards her talking and laughing. They looked harmless enough.
Most times, she remained silently motionless until people cutting through the alley walked by. Then, whenever hearing and/or spotting rats or roaches, she couldn't remain quiet and/or still. She hated rats as much as she hated roaches.
She listened and waited to see if there'd be trouble. She was cold. She was starving. She was shivering. Starting to get a caffeine withdrawal headache, she needed coffee.
She needed money for breakfast. She desperately needed a hot, black cup of coffee. She could get something to eat and a cup of coffee at the shelter but they wouldn't open for hours.
Always having second thoughts about approaching strangers, especially men, especially when there was more than one man together when she was so alone and so vulnerable in a deserted alley, yet, she was desperate for something to eat. She grabbed her empty, coffee cup while hoping that they'd give her some spare change, enough to eat something. Trying not to startle them, she slowly stood and appeared from behind the dumpster.
Maybe, today was the start of a better day. Maybe, these three men were here to help her. Maybe, they were her answer to her prayers.
Trying to improve her dirty, homeless appearance, she flattened down her hair with both of her dirty hands. Hoping they'd take pity on her and give her a couple of dollars; she tried making herself look more presentable. Pinching her cheeks to add some color to her dirty face, she tried to make herself look less like a homeless bum.
"Spare change," she asked holding up her empty cup and smiling just as they passed by her. "Help the homeless."
All she needed was another quarter to buy herself a cup of coffee at the diner in the morning. If she was fortunate enough to get another dollar, she could buy a muffin, too, or an egg and sausage sandwich from McDonalds. Never thinking she'd be in this desperate position begging for spare change while sleeping in an alley, she couldn't go back to the shelter because of what happened to her the last time she was there. Her small suitcase of meager possessions was stolen while she was sleeping. They took her sweater and her jacket, too.
Better off and safer outdoors than she was inside of a shelter for the homeless, as long as the temperature wasn't so unbearably cold, she'd rather be sleeping here than to sleep there. Fearing the rats and the roaches more than she feared approaching men, nonetheless, sizing them up first, she was careful who she asked for money. The last thing that she wanted was to be sexually abused, raped, and/or murdered.
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"I ain't got no spare change and if I did, I wouldn't give it to you, you lazy bum. Get a job," he said with anger.
Obviously thinking that she was a man, he laughed at Susan while making his two friends laugh with him too. Glad that they were leaving, she watched them walk away. She lowered her cup and after they passed her, as if a cat sleeping on a couch, she curled herself back in a tight ball and pulled some cardboard over her.
"Hey," said one man to his friend. "That's no dude. That's a broad. She has tits, big tits."
The second man looked at the first man.
"A broad?" The second man stopped and turned around to look back at her. "A broad? Seriously? No way."
The first man laughed.
"Yeah, when we walk back, look at her tits. She has tits, big tits. I saw them when she stuck out her hand for money," he said.
The three men turned around and walked back over to her. Towering over her and with the dumpster to the side of her and the brick wall behind her blocking her escape, they surrounded her as if they were prison guards looking down at a frightened inmate. No longer feeling hungry, she felt scared. Three men against her, they could easily overpower her, hold her arms, strip her naked, and rape her.
"If I give you my hard-earned money," said the first man laughing. "What are you going to give me?"
Staring at the big impressions that her big breasts made in her blouse, he gave her a not-so-subtle hint what he wanted and expected her to do by grabbing at his crotch.
"Do for you," asked Susan? "I can't do anything for you. I'm helpless. I'm homeless. I have nothing that I can give you."
She looked up at him as if she was in a daze and had been awakened from her dream. It was late, sometime after 1 in the morning. She was tired. She was thirsty. She was hungry. Now that she was awake, she remembered how hungry she was before falling asleep.
"What I'd do for you is to thank you profusely for helping me to get something to eat," she said holding up her cup again. "I'll say a prayer of thanks for you."
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He laughed again.
"That's not the kind of gratitude that I'm looking to receive for helping a big, breasted woman in need," he said. "I don't need your prayers."
While undressing her with his eyes, he pointed to her big breasts.
"What say you give us a look and a feel of those big tits," said the second man. "Then maybe we'll think about giving you some money."
The second man slapped the first man a high five.
"Yeah, I'll give you a dollar for showing me your big tits and another dollar for giving me a feel of your big tits," said the third man.
The third man laughed.
"Maybe I'll even give you five dollars for sucking my cock and allowing me to cum in your mouth, that is, as long as you swallow and don't spit it out," said the second man.
He unzipped his pants, pulled out his flaccid prick, and stroked himself in front of her.
"No, I can't do that," said Susan shaking her head.
She clutched her shirt around her breasts as if she was clutching herself to protect her pocketbook from being stolen. Only she didn't have a pocketbook nor did she have any money. All she had were the clothes on her back, a bag of cans she collected, and a small, plastic bag with some personal things. She had a toothbrush, toothpaste, hair brush, a roll of toilet paper, a clean pair of socks, panties, a bra, and some sanitary pads she stole from the ladies' restroom.
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"Please, I beg you. I really could use a cup of coffee. All I need is another quarter," she said pleading with them to help her.
The first man laughed again.
"I done told you already. I'll give you a dollar if you flash me those big boobs," he said insisting again that she show them her naked breasts. "I'll give you another dollar for giving me a feel of your big, naked tits."
The second man unzipped himself and pulled out his flaccid prick, too. He stroked himself while staring at the impressions of Susan's big breasts behind her shirt.
"We'll give you five dollars each to suck our cocks," said the second man while stroking himself to an erection.
"No, sorry. Never mind," she said turning away from them. "I can't do that. I'm old enough to be your mother," said Susan with a sad and nervous, little laugh.
She hoped that, if they weren't going to help her, that they'd just go away and leave her alone.
"That's okay," said the third man. "I like older woman as much as I like big, breasted women. My mom flashed me her tits and gave me a feel of her naked breasts from time to time, especially when I give her some weed," he said.
His friends laughed.
"Pervert," said one of his friends. "You felt up your mother?"
He laughed, too.
"You'd feel her up too, if you had a mother as hot as my mom," he said in defense of his incestuous actions.
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