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Some time ago my friends and I were partying in the city. We had a lot of fun and drank a lot of alcohol. The time went by and our alcohol consume took its toll. We were wasted and running around in the city, flirting with girls and mess around with people there.
After a while we met a homeless man. He was sitting in a corner of a building, drinking his beer and just looking miserable. We talked to him and while my friends where distracting him, I peed in his beer can.
We said goodbye and left after that, laughing our asses off.
In retrospect I feel terrible about it and very sorry for the man. He probably hadn't had anything else but that beer and I pissed in it. I am sorry!
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I was on holiday this year. Me and some friends travelled to Mallorca.
One night, I drank too much and went to the hotel earlier than the others. On my way, I met a homeless person (I had never thought that there were some in Mallorca...). I wanted to give him some money, but instead I puked on him.
I ran away after that without saying sorry.
I'm so embarrassed about that...
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We're losing the house and I don't know what or how to tell anyone.
I was alone, kicked out of my parent's house, and on the street at 16 with a backpack of some old clothes and had spent my last dollar on a bit of food, two days before. I hadn't slept in days, I was too afraid of lying there and having men possibly molest or rape me. I kept moving, and could barely walk anymore. I was at my wits end. Then a man in his mid 20's to 30's started talking to me on a park bench. He was very smooth talking, and the way he did it I didn't mind. He offered me $25 if I gave him a blowjob. I knew that I could get some food, get cleaned up a bit, and possibly get into a shelter if I acted early enough.
I went to his apartment with him, not knowing how risky that was, and gave him his blowjob, he gave me the $ 25. I asked if I could get something to eat and maybe use his toilet and shower. He told me it was OK. When he heard the shower turn off, he came into the bathroom, and took my clothes to wash. He told me to come out when I was dry. I used his blowdryer, and felt wonderfully clean, but I realized he had my clothes and I was now naked in a strange mans apartment. I walked out crying. He asked why and I let it all go, that I thought he might murder me or something. He showed me my clothes in the washer, and I settled down a bit. He told me to lie down in his bed and I knew what was coming. He stripped and fucked me, I just laid there with no reaction, I guess I figured getting raped or fucked was better than a beating or getting murdered. He then moved my clothes to the dryer, I was still naked, his cum was starting to gradually leak out of me. He wouldn't let me wipe it up, I had to wait with it slowly messing all over my lips, then a bit down my thigh. He just watched it while we sat on the couch in front of the television. He bent me over the kitchen table and fucked me one more time, then folded all my clothes, put them back in the backpack, and kept 1 set out for me to dress in. I dressed and left, and before I did he gave me two $ 20 bills, one for each time he fucked me. He made it very clear it was payment for the sex. He made me thank him and explicitly mention that I took $20 for each time he fucked me. I couldn't say "had sex" I had to say I got fucked for money.
I got into a shelter, and have managed to stay there and get fed pretty decently over time. A few times a week the guy would stroll around the park across from his apartment and would find me. He would pay me $ 20 to let him fuck me, and I got to use his toilet and shower most of the time. He reduced it to $ 10 when he wanted to come using my mouth. I tried once to ask for more, thinking I could hold out on him, instead he reached into my blouse with no bra and grabbed my C cups and dragged me by my tits to his bed. He would bruise my tits, but never like this, he was actually dragging me on the floor while I was crying, he held my tits so hard between his fingers. In the bedroom he threw me down on the floor, reached up under my short skirt and ripped my panties off and fucked me for no money at all, called me names, called me a prostitute, and said how he thought street whores were the worst kind of human beings. He then kicked me out, literally kicking me all the way down the hall and in the elevator and to the street. I didn't get any money and still got fucked and my tits were hurting terribly, I had bruises from his kicking me all over my thighs, butt, stomach, crotch, even my back and arms.
After that he went away on vacation for three weeks, and I ran out of money, so I let a few of the street guys, and 1 of the monitors at the shelter have sex with me for some food. The monitor spread word, and pretty soon I had all tree evening monitors fucking me, but I always knew I would have a spot in the shelter. The rich guy came back and I could add him to my money, he reduced what he paid me but didn't beat me anymore. So I was still getting about $50 to $80 a week fucking or sucking him, and one time he dressed me up like a catholic school girl and let one of his business friends fuck me several times. That was the first time a guy stuck his cock inside my butt. I did get paid though. $ 10 for every time I got fucked, and $20 for the two times his friend did it in my butt.
Eventually, I got cleaned up, and bought some better clothes, and turned a few tricks on the street without the pimps getting wise to me. Then I got enough money where I could go to work for an agency. I did that and was making some nice money, got a low end apartment, opened a bank account, and made enough to go to college and grad school. Now I have my own place, a graduate degree and work in R&D at a big pharmaceutical company.
I had to fuck for money for over 8 years to get here. From $ 20 a fuck to $ 500 a fuck and way more. Now I'm finally clear of it all and have a great six figure job, and not a man in site. I don't want one either, I have been fucked for men's pleasure enough. My parents wanted to get back in touch now that I had an education and good job, I pretended that was what I wanted as well. I went to my younger brothers birthday party at their house, with all the in-laws there, siblings and my parents. I pulled up in my BMW, everyone raving about me and how good I looked. Then I broke it down to them all, that when they kicked me out of the house, I was starving and had to let a stranger fuck me for $ 20 as the only way I survived. I had to let three ugly, fat motherfuckers fuck me all they wanted just to keep my place at the shelter, all the while still selling my pussy and mouth, and eventually ass for $20 or a sandwich. I looked so good, after 8 years of selling my body and prostituting myself because they made me survive anyway I could. Then I put on my fur, and walked out to my BMW and drove away. My brother and one of my sisters calls me every once in a while and really understands. I don't care about anyone who doesn't.
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