The Homeless Shelter

Dear readers. This chapter sees the end of this series for no other reason than that people don't seem to be reading them. Thanks.

My life certainly wasn’t lacking fun, or, more to the point, sex. Apart from enjoying great sex with my husband Ted when he was home, as he worked away a lot, I was also getting fucked regularly by Marvin and Jed, two guys from the homeless shelter where I volunteered, who Ted had recruited to help with jobs around the house and yard when he was away. I had Ted’s blessing to fuck both Jed and Marvin; indeed, Ted had initiated proceedings the first time we had done it, several weeks ago now. On top of that, I was still having my lesbian affair with my friend Maxine, a real flame-haired beauty who sometimes fucked me with her big strap-on, better than most guys.

Adding another little bit of spice to the mix I frequented the sex shop, not far from where I used to work, on most Thursdays, as they let in the homeless on a Thursday if they were cleaned up. I loved sucking their cocks in the video booths more than any of the other sex I was having, and it was this that was messing with my head. Probably because I didn’t have my husband's blessing to do this. In all probability, judging by the way Ted had embraced letting other men fuck me, if I broached the fact that I wanted to suck the cocks of homeless guys, especially military veterans, he would give me his blessing and probably get as excited as he had done the first time I’d taken another cock.

However, something deep inside me didn’t want that. I had no idea why, but I wanted to cheat on my husband. I wanted something for myself alone, and it was the homeless military veterans who seemed to provide it. I used to think about it often, and I’d even dreamt of scenarios where I came upon some homeless veterans during the normal course of my day, like shopping, and I allowed them to take me down some dark alley so I could suck their cocks before casually walking around the supermarket with their cum still tickling my taste buds and filling my tummy. I made a decision that I was now going to seek the pleasure I craved, and now that I didn’t work and my husband Ted was away a lot, sometimes for weeks, added to the fact he knew I had other lovers, I could behave freely and not raise his suspicion. If he ever wondered where I was when he tried to call, I could tell him Marvin and Jed had been fucking me. He quite liked hearing about how Marvin rammed his big fat cock into me and either filled my pussy or my mouth with a torrent of cum.

I had a real break regarding my decision when I overheard a couple of veterans talking at the homeless shelter. They were discussing the fact that some other veterans whom they knew had started sleeping in an area where disused railway cars got stored awaiting dismantling and disposal. They were reluctant to reveal the location as the area was randomly patrolled by a security company, which employed a lot of ex-military guys, so they were fairly sympathetic but warned them not to let the group get any bigger. I smiled inside, as I knew exactly how to find out where the location was. Jim, one of the security guards who worked in the building where I used to work, mentioned that the security company he worked for had gained a new contract providing security for Amtrak, the rail company. I decided to give Jim a call and arrange to meet him. Once I had sucked his big cock and let him fuck me, he’d be sure to tell me what I needed to know.

I gave Jim a call, and he seemed pleased to hear from me before he explained that he wasn’t at work at all for the remainder of the week. I, therefore, had to explain, kind of, on the phone, what I had called him for and what information I needed, telling him it was all part of an outreach program for homeless veterans. Jim told me he would find something out and get back to me. Rather surprisingly, Jim called me back within an hour, telling me that his friend was working on the Amtrak detail and would happily show me around. He gave me the name and address of a diner and arranged to meet me there with his friend the following day. Before Jim rang off, he said, “I told my buddy you were a white married slut who loves black dick, so I’d bring your lube with you!”

I could hardly sleep that evening; my mind was buzzing with all sorts of thoughts about what lay in store for me when I met Jim and his friend. On the morning of the meeting, I decided I’d wear sweatpants and a zip-up hoody; after all, I was going to possibly be climbing around in a railway yard. I took a small bag with me in which I took a damp washcloth and a dry one, my lube, and some underwear, not seeing the point of wearing it for the outward journey. When I got to the diner, which was on the outskirts of town, I could see it was almost opposite an open yard with disused rail cars sitting on various bits of rail track. As far as I could see, it wasn’t fenced off, but there was a large building next to the yard that was fenced off. There were two cars outside the front of the building, one of which I recognized as Jim’s.

I parked up next to them and walked across to the diner. When I entered, I saw Jim and his friend sitting at a table that could be easily seen from the entrance. Jim smiled, and I walked across to join them. I sat next to Jim, and he quickly introduced his friend Brent. As I shook hands with Brent, I could already tell that he was mentally undressing me, and my insides were fluttering away. He was a little shorter and not quite as muscular as Jim, but he was a very fine specimen of a man, and I couldn’t wait until the pair of them had their hands all over me. However, Brent asked me if I’d like coffee, so I thought I’d better accept.

We drank coffee and chatted, me briefly telling Brent that I was interested in helping out the homeless, sparing the smutty detail. Brent told me he knew three ex-military veterans whom he let sleep in one of the disused rail cars in the lot, but they were under strict instructions not to reveal it to anyone else. One of the veterans, Sam, was a guy he had served with, and he had originally tried to get him a job, but it didn’t work out, so the second best thing was that he could at least make sure he had a dry and safe place to sleep.

After coffee, we headed over to the rail yard and walked, over gravel, down between two rows of rail cars sitting on tracks. After about fifty yards, we came to a stop next to a rail car that had the number 66 painted on it. It was locked with a padlock, but Brent showed me a lockbox on the door, telling me the combination was 6969, which made me smile. Brent told me that of the three veterans, only Sam knew the code and told me to never reveal it to anyone. As I assured him, I wouldn’t Brent pulled out and stood a set of steps from underneath the rail car, and as he slid the door open, I looked inside. It was pretty dusty and smelled a little of body odor, but it looked fairly tidy. There was a small table and four chairs at one end, and at the other end, there were four old mattresses practically laying next to each other. At the head of each mattress were some pillows and a sleeping bag. There were a few bags in the center next to a set of shelves that were cluttered with cups, and there was a small paraffin stove in the center with a kettle sitting on top.

I commented that it seemed pretty homely for homeless people, and Brent told me he had gotten most of the stuff as a result of donations. “It’s pretty good for the three of them,” Brent told me, adding that this particular car wouldn’t be sent for dismantling for quite some time, probably years. “The stove keeps them warm, but not as warm as a fine piece of ass would! Speaking of which, how about I get better acquainted with yours?” Brent said as he stared in my direction.

I went weak in the knees and could feel that my pussy was already soaking wet. I knew what was going to happen, and I knew I wanted it to. There was no point in delaying the inevitable. “Where do you want me?” I asked.

Brent quickly slammed the door to the rail car and said, “Not in this stinking hole! We’ll go to my office; there isn’t anybody in." After locking the rail car, Brent led the way and took us all into the large, fenced-off building. Inside, it was nice and cool, and he showed us all to an office at the rear. As well as a desk and a couple of office chairs, there was quite a large couch. Brent told me to strip off and sit down on the couch. Although there was a window in the office, it looked out over Baron Land behind the railyard, so I wasn’t worried about being seen. Clearly neither were Jim or Brent, as they also began to strip off.

I knew how big Jim’s cock was, as he had fucked me several times with his ten-inch monster, and it was nice to see that Brent wasn’t far behind in the cock department. I sat down on the couch and reached out to grasp those two beautiful, big black cocks. I stroked them for a couple of minutes, feeling and watching them grow. Then, when they were both fully hard, I gently drew Brent’s nice, hard cock to my mouth and wrapped my lips around the big head. I felt like I was in heaven as I sat there stroking those two big cocks, swapping between them both to suck them and take them deep in my mouth. Both of them had their hands all over my breasts, squeezing them and pulling on my nipples.

I felt hungry for cum and hoped that both guys would blow off into my mouth soon, but I was to be a little disappointed. Brent pulled me to my feet, and as he did, Jim sat down on the couch, his big cock pointing toward the ceiling. “Get on your knees and suck him!” Brent scowled at me. I immediately complied, kneeling between Jim’s legs, grasping his cock, and taking it deep in my mouth. Seconds later, I felt Brent rubbing his cock between my pussy lips. After a couple of rubs, he thrust his cock into me hard and began fucking me as if he hadn’t had pussy in years. “Hmmmfff! Mmmmmnnn! Umm!” was all I could manage to moan over and over, with my mouth stuffed full of Jim’s big cock.

After a few minutes, Brent pulled out and asked Jim to swap places, which they did, and seconds later I was being fucked by Jim’s big cock and had my mouth stuffed full of Brent’s cock, which was liberally coated with my juice. I had to admit, I tasted good. I often wished I could lick my pussy when I masturbated and licked my juices from my fingers. This little scenario went on for some time, with Jim and Brent changing places every few minutes. Usually, to my frustration, just as I was on the point of orgasm, it was like they were edging me and enjoying the control they had.
Finally, Jim, who had been ramming his cock into me hard, pulled out and said, “Where is your lube?” I almost spat Brent’s cock from my mouth and moaned at him that it was in my bag. I saw Jim walk to the desk, where I had placed my bag, and rummage through it before walking back with the tube of lube in his hand. “Here man! Trade placed, and you can fuck the sluts ass!” He said this to Brent. Brent pushed me up and stood before Jim handed him the tube of lube, and then Jim sat on the couch. “Come here, you little married slut, and ride my cock!” He commanded. Like the good little married slut I was, I obeyed and straddled him before impaling myself on his big, throbbing tool.

As I rode Jim’s big cock, which felt even bigger than the last time he had fucked me, Brent pushed me forward, and I felt Jim’s big hands on my buttocks, pulling them apart. Seconds later, I felt the cool lube being drizzled onto my butthole, and then Brent began working it into my hole with his fingers. He stopped; there was a pause, and I felt his big cock head pressing against me. Jim held me tight and still, his hands keeping my butt cheeks apart, while Brent slowly but firmly slid his length into me. “Oooooooooooohhhhhhh Fuuuuuucccckkkkk!” I groaned as he went right in, his hips slamming against my buttocks.

The two of them began to fuck me in sync. Jim gripped my hips and ground me on his big pole as Brent fucked away at my bum hole. My insides felt like they were going to erupt. The fire burned in my pussy, and jolts of sexual pleasure pain shot up my spine and all through my body. Jim managed to maneuver his head down to my breasts, and his mouth clamped on one of my throbbing nipples. He sucked hard, and as Brent thrust deep one more time, it pushed me over the edge. I came hard, my body shuddering. I shrieked for them to fuck me harder as I gasped in the air. “Ohh Christ! Don’t fucking stop!” I begged. My orgasmic tremors surged through me; my head was spinning, my body was shaking, and then I felt both huge cocks erupt inside me, spurting cum, splashing my vaginal walls and my anal passage, and pumping cum into my bowels and womb.

After a couple of minutes, my orgasm ebbed away, and I felt Brent pull his cock from my butthole. Jim pushed me upland as I stood, his cock flopped out of my pussy, followed by a stream of cum. Both guys stood and pushed me onto the floor, telling me to clean their cocks with my slutty mouth. I greedily lapped away at Jim’s cock, even licking his balls and his thighs where cum had dripped onto them from my pussy. Once cleaned, I turned my attention to Brent’s cock. As I licked it, I could smell and taste the lube, but I could also smell my shit, and I was sure if his cock had been white, I’d have seen a brown tint to it. I was momentarily disgusted with myself until Brent shoved his cock deep into my mouth, and I moaned loudly as I began to suck him hard.

I sucked and stroked both guys until their cocks were hard again, which seemed to only take a couple of minutes, then I was subjected to the most brutal face-fucking I’d ever had. Both guys took it in turns, forcing their cocks deep into my throat, making me gag. My saliva spewed out of my mouth and dripped off my chin onto my breasts. The face-fucking seemed to go on for ages; my jaw and neck ached, and I could barely breathe. Then finally, Jim grabbed a handful of my hair, pushed my head back, and told me to open my mouth. I obeyed like the good little slut I was and was rewarded by ropes of hot cum spurting from both cocks, into my mouth, over my face, and drenching my breasts.

I slumped on the floor, feeling dirty and drained. Once again, my emotions were a mixture of shame and sexual satisfaction. As I pondered my thoughts, trying to get myself together, I was aware of Brent leaving the room. He returned a moment later with a towel, which he handed me. As I cleaned myself up, Jim handed me my clothes. We all dressed with very little chat. Once dressed, Jim took hold of me and gave me a long, lingering kiss before telling me that he had once again enjoyed fucking me. He was followed by Brent doing something similar before he told me where the bathroom was if I needed it, and he hoped he would see me again soon as he handed me a card with his information on it. As I left to use the bathroom before I left, Brent called out, “Enjoy the veterans and don’t leave it too long before you come see them. They will be expecting you!”

I headed home, with Brent’s last words going around in my head. Had he already told the homeless guys about me, I wondered? I got home and enjoyed a well-needed shower before putting on a towel robe. My earlier efforts had left me hungry, but there was little in the house that I fancied eating; it all required too much cooking. I decided to head out to find somewhere to eat. As I drove, I remembered that there was a diner near Todd’s, my former black lover's liquor store. I smiled to myself, realizing that it would meet my needs. I headed there and ordered a large plate of eggs, bacon, and home fries. As I ate, I made a mental note of everything I needed. Before I left, I ordered three large subs, with ham and cheese, to go, and once collected, I headed out for my next purchase.

I entered Todd’s liquor store and saw a nice-looking white guy in his thirties behind the counter. As I approached, I saw his name badge had the words Mike, presumably his name, and Manager written on it. I realized that although I’d been in the store a couple of times since Todd moved away, I had never actually seen Mike. He seemed to know me as he greeted me by name, which surprised me a little, before asking me what I wanted. I told him that I wanted two bottles of Irish whiskey and half a dozen bottles of inexpensive wine. He smiled at me, almost as if he knew what the liquor was for. Mike boxed up my items and offered to carry them to my car for me. I told him that would be kind. “It’s no problem. Todd has told me to take good care of you. So perhaps there is something else I can do for you!” He said. looking at me and smiling as he spoke.

I asked him what he meant, but as he looked at me, I knew he was undressing me, and I knew he was well aware of the fact that I was a slutty woman. “What else can you do for me?” I asked suggestively. I knew there and then what was going to happen; liquor wasn't going to be the only fluid I left the store with that afternoon.

Well, I was just about to close for half an hour and have a break. If I do, would you like to join me in the back room?” Mike asked. I paused, smiled, and nodded. “I’ll just lock up and put in the sign-up. You know the way!” Mike said, smiling as he went to lock the door. I made my way to the back room, almost not believing what I was doing and almost not believing that Todd had told Mike all about me. “Who else had he told? I thought. My thoughts were interrupted by Mike returning and standing facing me. “You’re even hotter than Todd told me you were, Mike said. I didn’t consider that I looked particularly hot right then. I was still only wearing sweatpants and a zip-up hoody, which I had decided on given what I was planning later, but the compliment made my insides tingle, and I could feel I was already wet between the legs.

“What else did Todd tell you?” I asked, while making a mental note, to speak to Todd to find out what and who else he had been telling about me.

“That you love sucking cock and do it well!” Mike replied. I didn’t speak. I stared at him for a few seconds, then literally dropped to my knees in front of him before reaching up and freeing his cock. As I pulled down his boxers and his half-erect cock sprang free, I was pleasantly surprised. His cock was long and thick, not as long as Todd’s but maybe a little thicker, and Todd was thick, but the head was certainly bigger. What struck me most was the size of his balls, hanging down like two large eggs in a sock, way below his cock. I cupped his ball bag in one hand, gently rolling his balls around, and stroked his cock with the other as I looked up at him.

After a couple of minutes, Mike was rock hard, pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock. I lapped it with my tongue a couple of times; my taste buds tingled from the sweet taste, and then I took his big cock head in my mouth. Mike let out groans and sighs of pleasure as I sucked his big cock. I could feel his heavy balls pulsing as I fondled them, and I was already wondering how much cum Mike might blast from such huge balls. I was so aroused I had to let a hand wander inside my sweatpants and rub my pussy through the fabric of my pants, which were soaking.

In moving my hand inside my pants, I had released my grip on Mike’s cock, and he took the opportunity to grip either side of my head and begin fucking my mouth, forcing his cock deep into my throat and pausing briefly before he pulled back. Saliva started building up in my mouth, so much so that it sped out onto Mike’s cock shaft, making it even more slippery, enabling him to plunge it deeper, his wiry pubic hair tickling my nose every time he plunged deep. I released my other hand from Mike’s big balls and grasped his buttocks, urging him to fuck my mouth harder, deeper, and faster. I wanted to taste his cumin load. I wanted it to spurt into my stomach.

Suddenly, Mike stopped fucking my mouth and pulled me up to my feet. “Oh, aren’t you going to cum in my mouth?” I asked him.
“All in good time, you’ll get it, lady! I want to see these great tits of yours first!” He exclaimed as he pulled at the zipper of my hoodie. Luckily, due to my plans for later, The bra I was wearing fastened at the front, and for ease, I unclipped it as Mike pulled down my zipper, exposing my fleshy D-cup breasts to him. Mike’s eyes widened and lit up as he stared at my breasts, pausing briefly before grabbing them both in his hands, squeezing them hard, and then sucking my hard, throbbing nipples, taking turns to pay attention to each of them.

As Mike squeezed and sucked my breasts, I fingered my pussy hard and felt like I would cough any time soon. I didn’t get the chance. Mike must have noticed how my breathing was getting heavy and rapid. He stopped sucking on my breasts and maneuvered me around, so I was bent over the small table in the corner of the back room, on which Todd, my former black lover, had fucked me several times. Todd had certainly briefed Mike well, I thought as Mike pulled at my sweat pants, drawing them, along with my soaking wet pants, down past my knees. He pulled my buttocks apart, and I felt his cocky head press against my love hole. I was so wet, and his cock was so slippery with my saliva. Mike just slid right into me, ramming his cock to the hilt.

Mike fucked me good and hard, just as I had come to like it when I was being unfaithful to my husband. I didn’t want soft, sensual lovemaking; I had lots of that at home, and I loved it. I wanted it rough. I needed to feel like I was being used, like a real slut. Mike continued to fuck me hard, the ridge of his big cock head rubbing hard against my G spot. Tremors began to rumble through my body, and I begged him to fuck me harder and faster.

Mike gripped a handful of my hair and pulled my head back; my back arched, and the pressure on my G spot increased. “Oooooooohhhhhhhhh god! I’m going to cum!” I wailed as Mike pounded my pussy. Seconds later, the burning in my pussy exploded through my whole body as I came hard with Mike’s thick cock buried deep inside me, my pussy muscles spasming around his thick throbbing tool. I was barely halfway through my organic wave when Mike pulled his cock out of me and dragged me off the table. My shaking legs gave way, and I fell to my knees, only Mike’s grip on my hair holding me up. I shrieked in pain, and as my mouth opened, Mike rammed his rock-hard slime cock deep into my mouth and began to pump his cum down my throat.

Wave after wave of cum spurted from Mike’s cock, and I greedily swallowed it, loving the taste of his cum mixed with my cum juice. It was like a sex cocktail that I sucked down, like the slut I had become, as my whole body continued to tremble. Finally, my orgasm ebbed away, and I could feel Mike’s cock softening in my mouth. I let his cock slip out and began to stand. Mike smiled at me and had a last feel of my breasts, sucking on each nipple before he told me he had to open up again. I dressed, and Mike saw me back in my car, carrying the boxed-up liquor for me. As I got into my car, Mike told me he’d love for me to call in again whenever I felt like it. I smiled to myself. Little did he realize, I felt like it a lot these days, I thought.

I drove towards the rail yard, my pussy still throbbing, and thinking to myself, “I wonder if these homeless guys realize just how lucky they are going to get. I was consumed with lust, and I wanted to be fucked and taken like a dirty slut in that smelly rail car. I just hoped that they were up to the job and, more to the point, wanted me. By the time I arrived at the rail yard, it was just about dusk. The parking area where Brent usually parked was empty, and the building was in darkness. Brent had told me that after hours, there was a security patrol that swung by as part of a route, but he had already told me he would be passing on the details of my car so as not to be concerned if they saw it. I parked up and took the boxed wine and bag of subs from the trunk. I took a deep breath and headed off towards car 66, wondering what lay in store.

As I neared the car, I could see the door was open a little, and the area outside was slightly lit from light emanating from inside. As I got closer, I could still hear voices chatting but couldn’t make out what was being said. I paused, wondering if I was being crazy, reckless, or both. I carried on walking until I was next to the car and looked through the open door. A pair of eyes stared at me in silence. My insides trembled, and I stood there, staring back at the skinny black man sitting in a chair, looking at me. He was unshaven and wearing several layers of tatty clothing. Finally, I managed to speak. “Erm! I’m looking for Sam.” I murmured.

The man looked at me and was silent for a moment, almost like he was in shock. “Oh errrr! I’m Sam.” He finally responded.

I held up the box and bag with the liquor and subs inside. "Well, aren’t you going to help a lady?” I asked, laughing inside at the irony. I was hardly a lady, for heaven’s sake.

Sam suddenly jumped out of his chair with a start, as if the reality of the situation—having a hot woman bring gifts—had just dawned upon him. “Oh Jeez! I’m sorry, ma’am. Here, let me take those from you.” He said he was holding out his arms. I passed Sam the box and bag, and as he took them, I climbed up the steps into the rail car. As I stepped in, I saw that two other guys who were in the rail car with Sam had stood up, probably eager to see what was going on and who Sam was talking to.

“Hello, guys!” I’m Sarah. I brought you some gifts.” I said.

As I spoke, Sam opened the box and bag and let out sounds like he was delighted at what he discovered. Then he looked across and said, “Wow! Thank you, Miss Sarah. There are my buddies Jake and Trip. Jake was a large black guy who looked to be in his late thirties, and Trip was a white guy who seemed to be a little younger. He held out a hand for me to shake and said, "Hello, Miss Sarah. Thank you for the gifts. I commented that Trip was an unusual name, and he explained that he was a third, as in, he was the third generation with the same name in his ******, and he’d had the nickname since boarding school days. He was very polite and pretty well-spoken, and I could see that if he were cleaned up and groomed, he would be a very handsome man. My heart and my mind were struggling to understand why he was homeless.

My thoughts were soon interrupted by the sound of Sam saying, “I hope you are going to join us for a drink, Miss Sarah?” As he spoke, he was grabbing four cups, and he found a cloth, which he used to wipe one. He then filled all four with some of the wine I had brought with me. Sam offered me a cup and gestured to a chair. “Please sit,” he said. We all sat down and began drinking the wine, the guys a lot quicker than me.

As we drank, I encouraged them to eat the subs I brought, telling them I had already eaten. The guys ate, and we drank and chatted, me asking them about themselves. Although they were friendly, they were all a little guarded about their past, but basically, they were all ex-military and all had varying degrees of mental health issues. Although Trip was from a wealthy ******, he didn’t see his parents, but thankfully he had access to a small allowance. On top of that, Sam, with the help of Brent, the security guy, had managed to organize some work doing odd jobs in people’s yards, so between them all, they usually had enough money for food and booze. As well as telling me about themselves, they seemed keen to hear about me, and as we spoke, I wondered if they knew my real reason for being here, but for now, I told them that my biggest goal was to help the homeless, especially the veterans.

The wine flowed quickly, and before I knew it, we had gotten through three bottles, although I didn’t think I’d had a lot of that. However, Sam seemed keen to hang on to the other three bottles, and without speaking, he cracked open one of the bottles of whiskey, urging me to finish my cup of wine before he half-filled it with whiskey. He poured a similar amount for the three of them, and we continued to drink. I took a larger gulp than I intended; I was still used to drinking the wine, and the harsh liquor burned my throat and stomach as it went down. I gasped a little and felt my face flush, causing the three guys to look at me. Not wanting to give them the impression that I couldn’t handle my liquor, I took another slug.

A little while later, I felt like I needed to pee and asked Sam where I could go. He told me just to slip around the back of the rail car. I stood up and stepped out of the car. The air felt cooler, and I felt a little woozy. “Be careful how you go in the dark, Miss Sarah,” Sam called out to me. I wandered around to the back of the rail car and looked around to double-check that there wasn’t anyone around. Satisfied that the coast was clear, I pushed down my sweatpants and pants before squatting down to pee. I seemed to pee for ages; it must have been the whiskey, and just as the flow was turning to a dribble, I heard a noise beside me.

I looked up to the side of me and saw Sam standing next to me. He was unzipping his pants and told me he needed to pee as well, apologizing if he had startled me. He casually flopped his cock out and started to pee, breathing a sigh of relief as he did. His stream of pee seemed to arc out and squirt a long way in front of him, but it was his cock that my eyes were fixed on. It was long and thin—not as long as some I had been fucked by, but a nice length. Sam saw me looking at his cock, and I turned away and stood up. As I pulled up my sweatpants, I heard Sam say, “That’s a fine-looking ass you have there, Miss Sarah.”

I felt a quiver inside me at the sound of Sam’s admiring comment and thanked him. As I spoke, I turned around, and Sam was still shaking the drips of piss off the end of his cock. I could feel my mouth drooling, but I wasn’t about to get down on my knees on dirty and rough gravel. “Shall we get back inside?” I asked, smiling and walking towards the door of the rail car. As I began to climb the steps, my wooziness took over again, and I felt unsteady. I was simultaneously grabbed by Sam and Jake, who steadied me and practically manhandled me into the car. “Oooooohhhhh! Thank you for your help, boys.” I said

"Well, talking of help, how much help do you want to give us, Miss Sarah?” Sam said.

I turned to face Sam and stared at him for a few seconds before stepping toward him. Once face-to-face, I unzipped my hoodie and removed it before tossing it to one side. I then unclipped my bra and tossed it after my hoodie. I stood there in front of the three homeless guys with my fleshy D-cup breasts exposed and said, "Well, we will have to see, but for now, why don’t you all show me what you want?” Within seconds, I was surrounded by three bodies pressing against me, hands feeling my breasts and pinching my nipples. Hands went down inside my sweat pants and squeezed my buttocks; fingers were probing between my legs, rubbing my pussy lips. My insides churned, my heart pounded, and a heady feeling took over my senses. “Ohhhhhhhhh god! I moaned as I closed my eyes and tilted my head backward.

My sweat pants and pants were pulled down around my ankles, and my hands tugged at my sneakers, helping me step out of them as other hands ran over almost every inch of my now naked body. Two mouths began sucking on my nipples, and a tongue was lapping away between my buttocks. Fingers were now probing into my soaking wet love hole, and all I could hear were gasps of joy from the three guys, which were accompanied by my moans of pleasure. As events continued to unfold, the three guys maneuvered me to the end of the rail car, where the mattresses were on the floor, and once there, I was pushed down onto my knees.

Once I was kneeling, the three guys standing around me began to undress, starting with their pants, and seconds later all three of them had their cocks free. I’d already seen Sam’s cock, and I was pleased to see that both Jake and Trip were packing nice cocks too; neither was overly large, although Trip had a big mushroom head on his cock, and it was the thickest of the three. I reached up, took hold of Trip and Jake’s cocks, and began stroking them. Sam, who seemed to be the deficit leader of the little group, put a hand on my head and offered his cock to my mouth. I wrapped my lips around it and began to suck him. The first few sucks tasted a little tangy, and I was sure it was the residue of his piss, but the taste soon sweetened as he started to leak pre-cum into my mouth.

I took turns sucking all three cocks; sometimes I swapped, and sometimes the decision was made for me by one or other of the guys grabbing my head and forcing their cock in if they had decided I’d been paying too much attention to one of the others. As I sucked away, the guys kept reaching down and pulling on my nipples. When they pulled hard, I let out a muffled moan of pleasure, almost urging them to do it harder. I had no idea how long it took, but it was quite quick until Jake grabbed my head and began to breathe hard. He rammed his cock into my mouth and started spurting his cum into my mouth. It was all watery and tasted a little rancid, but I greedily swallowed it, and his cum was very quickly followed by both Sam and Trip taking it, in turn, to pump their cum down my throat.

By the time Trip had finished pumping his huge cum load down my throat, Sam had already refilled the four cups full of whiskey. The trip helped me to my feet, and Sam handed me a cup. I took a large gulp, and the liquor burned my mouth, washing away the salty and rancid taste of stale cum as it worked its way down to my stomach. The three guys were all smiling and drinking while stroking their now soft cocks, coaxing them back to life. While I had the chance, I grabbed my hoodie and fished out the tube of anal lube I’d brought with me. I handed it to Sam, telling him they would need it later, before taking another slug of whiskey and dropping to my knees as I said,” Right, let's give you boys a hand getting these big cocks back up.”

After only a few minutes, to my surprise, both Jakes were rocking hard again, and he asked me to get on my hands and knees. I felt Trip rubbing his cock against my pussy, and then he shoved it into me to the hilt. His hips slammed against my buttocks, and the force pushed me forward, so I ended up resting on my forearms and my head on my wrists. As Jake began to fuck me, my nose was pressed against the mattress beneath me. The stench of piss and body odor seared my nostrils as I inhaled. I gasped, could almost taste the grime, and pushed myself up. I felt like I might be sick, but suddenly Trip grabbed my head and stuffed his cock into my mouth, and the acrid taste of grime was suddenly replaced by the sweet taste of pre-cum leaking from the tip of his cock.

Trip and Jake began to fuck me hard from both ends and in between my muffled groans and gasps, I looked to the side to see Sam smiling and stroking his cock as he drank whiskey from a cup. I closed my eyes and enjoyed the pounding the two guys were giving me. My mind raced with images of what the scene must look like. A mature, middle-class woman on her hands and knees on a piss-stained grimy mattress in a disused rail car was getting fucked from both ends by two scruffy and dirty homeless men, while another one stroked his cock, getting ready for his turn. I was disgusted with myself, yet I felt so aroused at how I had become this slut, giving myself to these men, and my arousal got the better of me as my tremors started, deep within me. My head cleared just enough to hear Jake breathing hard, and his fingers dug into my hips as he tensed and pumped his cum into my pussy.

Jake pulled his cock out of me, and so did Trip. Trip stood and went to move behind me, but I quickly stood. I wanted fucking, but I wanted to cum, and I wanted to give myself to these men properly. I grabbed the cup of whiskey from Sam and gulped down the contents. I placed the cup down and took a deep breath, waiting for the burning sensation in my mouth and stomach to subside. I then took hold of Sam’s now rock-hard cock and stroked it as I looked into his eyes. “Lay down for me and give Trip the lube. I want you to both fuck me.” I groaned

Sam smiled, grabbed the tube of lube, and handed it to Trip before he lay down, still stroking his hard cock. I straddled him and lowered myself down, impaling myself on his big cock. I ground against him for a little while as he pulled on my breasts, and slowly my body moved forward and lower, my buttocks and butthole rising and being presented to Trip, who was now kneeling behind me. I felt Trip probe my butthole with his fingers, and it made me jump and let out a little gasp of pleasure. The trip was encouraged by my little moan, and a few seconds later, he started to drizzle some lube on my butthole. I leaned further forward, my hard nipples rubbing against Sam’s chest, and moaned, “Tell him to fuck my ass, Sammy. I want his big cock up my ass!”

“You heard the lady, Trippy! Fuck the sluts ass good and hard!” Sam scowled as I felt his hands gripping my buttocks, pulling them apart.

Trip fingered my butt hole, working the lube in nice and deep, and then I felt his big cock head pressing against my hole. He grunted and pushed. “Ooooooohhhh!” I moaned. He pushed a little harder. “Ohhhhhhhh! Aaaaaahhhhh!” I moaned again. Sam gripped my buttocks harder and pulled them apart so much that it hurt. “Nnnnnnnnggggghhhhhh! God Yes! Pleeeeaaaassssee! Do it.” I begged. The trip pushed harder. “Ooooooooowwwwwwwwwww!!! Ffuuuuuuuuuccccckkkkk!” I shrieked as Trip’s pushing defeated my sphincter, and he drove his fat cock deep into my anal passage.

I was panting and breathing heavily, my body feeling like it was going to split with two cocks pushed deep into both my holes. Sam and Trip paused for a little while, letting me get used to being filled to the bursting point. Then Trip began to fuck me, slowly at first, with deep, hard strokes plunging in and out of my tight little butthole and stretching it with his fat cock. I had taken bigger, but it still hurt, and I moaned every time he thrust into me. Trips fucking motion began to rock my body back and forth, and I began to grind myself on Sam’s cock, his pubic bone rubbing hard against my clitoral area. “Oh fuck! Shit, Yessss! Fuck me!” I wailed.

The trip began to increase his pace, gripping my hips and ramming his cock into me hard. My clitoral area was rubbing against Sam’s pubic bone so hard that I thought it was going to explode. Jolts of sexual electricity were shooting up my spine and right through my body. “Ooooooooohhhhhhhhhh! Fuuuuuuuuccccck! I’m gonna cum. I’m going to fucking cum so hard. Pleeeeaaaassssse fuck me, fill me with cum!” I shrieked. I hear Trip grunting and almost growling as he slams into me. Then he erupted, his whole body tensed, his fat cock swelled inside my anal passage, and a hot seed spurted into my bowels. “Oh god, Sammy! He’s filling my ass with cum. Fill my cunt, baby!” I wailed. I was lost in sexual bliss; my head was fuzzy. I pressed my mouth against Sam’s lips and pushed my tongue into his mouth. His big tongue snaked its way into mine, and as we kissed, Sam’s cum spurted into my womb. The moment I felt Sam’s hot cum spurting into my womb, my orgasm exploded, and a wave of sexual energy surged through my body.

When my orgasm ebbed away and my head cleared, I was still lying on top of Sam, my cheek on his shoulder. I lifted my head and looked into his eyes. I could feel his cock throbbing inside me, and my pussy was still pulsing, sending shivers through my body. Sam put a hand on the back of my head and pulled it down. Our lips met, and we kissed again, Sam’s big tongue invading my mouth. As our tongues entwined, Sam’s hands were all over my body, his bony fingers digging into my flesh. I couldn’t believe I was kissing him or even letting him kiss me, but despite my disgust at myself and his rancid breath, I felt so aroused. Sam felt aroused too, as I could feel his cock throbbing, swelling, and hardening inside my pussy.

I stopped kissing Sam and pushed myself up so I was sitting on his hips, impaled on his nice long cock, the tip of it pressing against my cervix. I started to rock my pelvis and grind my clitoral bone against Sam’s pubic bone. I’d only just cum, so my clitoral area was so sensitive it made me jump, and jolts of sexual energy shot through me. My whole body tingled, and my nipples felt like they were going to pop. I started to ride Sam’s cock harder, knowing I was going to get myself off. What made it even hornier was the fact that Trip and Jake were watching me do it and urging me on. My eyes settled on Trip’s cock, which was semi-hard. It was all sticky with cumin, and I could see it had a very slight brown tint to it. I knew it had just been up my ass, and I just wanted to taste it. I gestured for him to come closer to me and opened my mouth.

Trip got my message loud and clear and pushed his cock into my mouth. As my lips wrapped around it, my taste buds tingled nicely, and my heart beat faster. I sucked him deep, his cock already swelling again in my mouth. I saw Jake stroking his cock, which was hard again, and he kneeled beside me. He started to slap my buttocks as I rode Sam’s cock, telling me to ride it faster and harder. I started to bounce up and down on Sam’s cock, and Sam reached his hands up to my breasts. Once again, my mind flashed images of the scene.

I imagined I was watching myself, a slut out of control, letting men use her. I was lost in my desires, unable to restrain myself. I began to ride Sam even quicker and suck Trip even deeper, his cock sliding down my throat. My body throbbed, my insides churned, and my head buzzed. I was close to my next orgasm but wanted more cum before I got there. I wanted the feel of it spurting inside me and shooting down my throat to be what tipped me over the edge. Having these dirty homeless men defile my married body was what I craved.

I pulled my head back. Trip’s cock sprang from my mouth, and I sucked in the air before I shrieked, “Give it to me! Give me your fucking cum, you dirty bastards!” My wailing had the desired effect. Trip grabbed my hair, rammed his cock deep into my mouth, and started fucking it so hard and deep that I gagged. Jake began spanking my buttocks so hard that if my mouth hadn’t been stuffed full of a fat cock, I’d have probably cried, and Sam pulled on my nipples as he drove his hips upwards to meet my movements up and down.

The tremors in me increased, and my whole body was shaking. My head was throbbing, and everything was becoming a sexual blur. I was just about aware of the three guys grunting and jeering me on, calling me names like a filthy married slut and a whore. Then it happened! Trip rammed his cock deep, and his cum spurted into my throat. Almost as soon as the first shot hit the back of my throat, my orgasm exploded. I heard Sam grunting below me and was sure he was shooting his cum up, but my body was on fire, and I felt nothing but tremors surging through me. The room went dark, and all sense of where I was vanished.

I groggily came to it, my head still fuzzy. I was still sitting atop Sam, but I could feel his softening cock slipping from my pussy. Trip and Jake were pouring whiskey into cups, their soft cocks dangling down. I looked down and saw my breasts were splattered with cum; I guessed it was Jake's. I slowly rolled off of Sam and slumped onto the mattress next to him. He got up and asked me if I wanted a drink. I couldn’t speak, and I couldn’t move. I just lay there and closed my eyes.

I had no idea how long I had been asleep, and at first, I wondered where I was when I started to wake. I felt strange; my head was hurting, but that didn’t explain what I was feeling. Then, as my head cleared, I realized I was lying on my side and being fucked from behind. A hard cock rams into my throbbing pussy with vigor. I just lay there numb, my eyes closed, my head throbbing, and with a sick feeling in my stomach. Whoever it was must have been close to finishing, as their thrusting was at a frantic pace. Suddenly, whoever it was was pulled out, and I heard someone say, “Roll her on her back.” I was manhandled onto my back and opened my eyes to see all three guys kneeling over me, stroking their cocks. Before I had a chance to move or say anything, ropes of cum started spurting all over me. I closed my eyes and gasped as cum spurted all over my breasts and face, some even going into my mouth.

Once the cum had stopped spurting over me, I opened my eyes to see three smiling men, all looking very pleased with themselves. I sat up, and Sam handed me a grimy cloth, which I used to mop up some of the cum. I stood up, and Trip asked me if I wanted a drink. “Have you any water?” I asked. He told me that they only had liquor. I almost threw up at the thought of drinking more booze; my head was throbbing and my throat was burning. “I need to go,” I told the guys. They looked disappointed, and Sam asked me if I was going to come back sometime. ”Oh yes, Sammy! I’ll be back.” I told them. The guys sat down and drank while I got dressed. When I was done, Jake stood and opened the door to the rail car for me. It was still dark outside, and I looked at my watch. It was a little after 5 a.m.

I wandered to my car, hoping I had a bottle of water in there. I didn't. I looked around and saw the diner where I’d met Jim and Brent. It looked closed, although there was a faint light on in the back. I needed coffee and water before I tried to drive home, so I decided to wander across and hope for the best. When I got to the door, I could see two young black guys; one was sitting at a table, and the other guy was walking around, putting sugar pots on tables. They both had a kind of uniform on, so I figured they were staff. I tried the door, but it was locked, so I lightly tapped on it, and they both looked in my direction. I waved my hand, gesturing for one of them to come over. The guy who had been placing the sugar pots on the table walked over, and then when he got to the door, he flicked a latch and pulled it open. “Need some help, ma’am?” He asked.

As he spoke, I saw his name badge; it had the words Brad and Manager written on it. "Oh, hi, Brad. I’m sorry to impose, but I was wondering if I could get some water. I don’t feel very well.” I said, trying to sound pathetic and appeal to his better nature.

Brad looked at me and told me they were closed, and I thought he was about to refuse me. Then he asked if it was my car parked across the road. When I told him it was, he glanced at my left hand and then smiled. “I guess you’d better come in and we can sort you out,” he said as he stepped aside and ushered me in. “You go use the restroom, and I’ll get you some water and coffee,” Brad said. Although I did need the restroom, I wondered why Brad had suggested it; however, I headed off that way, and I heard him call out to the other guy, whom he called Lance, to get a pot of coffee and another cup.

Once in the restroom, I stopped and looked in the mirror, and my blood ran cold. Oh my god! I thought to myself. My hair was all over the place, and despite the fact I had cleaned up a little in the rail car, I had dried cum on my forehead and in my hair. Brad must have seen it, which led to him suggesting I go to the restroom. I washed up before going to the toilet. When I peed, my pussy stung, and when I wiped it, my outer lips felt swollen. I took the opportunity to give myself a good wash down below, knowing nobody would come into the restrooms. The cool water eased the stinging of my pussy lips, and after a few minutes, I was feeling quite a bit better and certainly cleaner.

I left the restrooms and headed back into the main area of the diner. Brad and Lance were seated way down at the far end in a secluded corner. There was a pot of coffee on the table and a jug of water in a glass, which was already full. I approached the table and drank most of the glass of water before I sat down. Lance refilled it for me, and Brad and Lance introduced themselves formally, telling me that Brad, as I had figured, was the manager and Lance was the head chef. They told me they didn’t open until 6 a.m., but they were in to set up for the day. Brad asked for my name, and after I told him, he said, "Well, Sarah. I guess you are a bit of a naughty girl, aren’t you?”

I asked Brad what he meant, although I could feel my face flushing. Brad then elaborated, commenting that I was a married woman, my car had been parked across the road from the diner all evening, and I had cum on my face when I came to the diner. I was well and truly busted. I could feel my heart beating and my face reddening. I was embarrassed, but I was also aroused. I could have tried to bluff my way through things and beat a hasty retreat, but I didn’t want to. I got a thrill from these two guys knowing I was a cheating married slut. Before I answered, I paused, and during that pause, I felt a tingle in my already throbbing pussy. “Yes! I said with confidence. I’m a cheating married slut, and I have been getting fucked senseless all night in the rail yard.”

Brad and Lance both looked at me open-mouthed. I could tell they were a little shocked at my openness. To be honest, I was myself, but I’d already said what I had, and it made me feel so horny that I couldn’t help myself go further. “So you open at six? If you guys want me, you will have to be quick.” I said. Brad and Mike looked at each other and then stood up, both freeing their cocks. They were nice and big, especially Brad’s; he was close to being one of the biggest I’d had. They were still only semi-hard, so I unzipped my hoodie. I hadn’t bothered putting my bra on, so my breasts were now exposed to them. The guys groped my breasts and tugged on my nipples as I stroked their cocks to hardness.

After a couple of minutes, both guys were rock hard, and Brad told me to bend over the table. With no hesitation, I stood, lowered my sweatpants and pants, and bent over the table. “Make sure you do it hard. I like it to hurt!” I casually said. Seconds later, Lance rammed his cock into me and was fucking me like a man who hadn’t had pussy for a while. He only seemed to last a few minutes before he began grunting, and I felt his body tense. Then he released his cum into me. He withdrew, and almost immediately Brad took his place. Even though I was wet and had one load of cum in my pussy, Brad’s cock hurt when he penetrated me. He was using me, treating me like a slut, not caring about how I felt. Just a man wanting to empty his balls into a pussy. I felt used and cheap, and I loved it.

Brad fucked me hard; my pussy was so sore I could barely stand it, but I urged him to do it harder and faster. Brad duly obliged, fucking me so hard that my thighs banged against the table. Thankfully, he didn’t last too long either—maybe five minutes before he too spurted his cum into me. With his balls drained, Brad withdrew his cock and pulled up my pants and sweatpants for me. I stood and straightened them up. Brad pushed me back down onto the floor and told me to clean up their cocks with my slutty mouth. I obliged them, savoring the last of the sticky cum mixed with my juices. Once done, the guys zipped up. I started to get up to leave, but Brad suddenly said. “Stay a while. Lance will fix you some eggs."

I had to confess that I was hungry, so I decided to stay. Brad poured me a fresh coffee, and then he went and unlocked the door to the diner. A few minutes later, some of the waiting staff started to arrive, and then a nice girl called Jess brought me a plate of scrambled eggs with home fries. I felt so dirty sitting there with cum leaking into my pants, eating breakfast off the very table I had just been fucked on. When I left, Brad gave me a card with his number on it and told me he’d love to see me again, and if I liked, he could organize a bigger group of guys. When I got home, I showered and then decided to soak in the tub. As I soaked in the hot, soothing water, I contemplated the previous 24 hours when I’d been fucked by eight guys in all my holes, none of whom my husband knew about. I made a decision there and then. I was going to tell my husband, Ted, that I no longer wanted to have sex with other men. It was by far much more fun and exciting to be a cheating slut.

The end.