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 Megan slowly slid her mouth down Sanchez's dick.  It was slick with sweat
and precum, a salty taste that she enjoyed.  She was kneeling on the cold
tile floor of the restaurant's kitchen, working his cock as he finished up
the last table's order.  It was a slow evening at Carlos' Taco Palace,
leaving plenty of time for horse-play in the kitchen.  Today marked the one
month anniversary of Megan's employment and she had already solidified her
place as the workplace slut.  Sanchez gently tapped her on the head and she
glanced up to see that the beef enchiladas were ready to be taken out to
her table.  Miguel, the other chef working tonight, offered her a hand up.
She accepted and pulled herself up off the floor, her mouth making a
slurping noise as it released Sanchez's swollen purple head.  She fixed her
hair and shirt and grabbed the plate, trotting out to deliver it to the
waiting customers.  Meanwhile, Miguel and Sanchez shut down the grill and
turned off the lights in the kitchen, making their way back to the small
staff room in the back of the restaurant.  The two friends were illegal
immigrants from Cuba, surviving the oppressive regime there, a perilous
ocean crossing on a homemade raft, and the low pay of state-side jobs. 
They were very lucky to be working at Carlos', not just for the pay but
also for the after-hours benefits.  They leaned back on the ancient sofa in
the break room and smiled in anticipation as Megan jogged back to them with
a grin on her face.

   "Alright guys", she whispered as she slid between them with a grin "I
think we have time for a quickie before they are ready for the next round
of drinks.  Sanchez got some fun last time, so why don't I take care of
Miguel real quick?" She hiked her skirt up as Miguel frantically yanked on
the zipper to his jeans.  His enormous member flopped out, already
half-erect at the thought of thrusting into Megan's waiting snatch.  Megan
gently pulled her panties to the side, and straddled him, eagerly lowering
herself onto his cock.  They both groaned in pleasure as he slid inside her
moist opening.  "Alright Sanchez, you know the drill." She said, and handed
him her cell-phone.  "Grab a picture or two for my Husband.  No sense in us
getting all the fun." Sanchez laughed and took a few snapshots as Megan
rode Miguel, their two bodies thrusting with abandon.  Megan had married
her college sweetheart only a couple of months ago, but they had already
begun their alternative lifestyle.  Both enjoyed Megan's extreme
infidelity. Her for obvious reasons, and him for his own perverted
voyeuristic pleasures.  Soon Miguel was panting heavily and grunting with
each thrust.  Megan had leaned over to whisper in Miguel's ear.  "Oh yeah,
fuck me hard!  Cum in my pussy, fill me up with your sperm!" He could
control himself no longer, and ejaculated forcefully inside her, pushing
cum deep into her womb.  "Mmmmm" she moaned, sliding gently off of his
pole. "I'll go check on that table.  Be right back for you Sanchez."

   It was late by the time Megan finally got out of work, her panties
barely keeping back the flood of semen inside of her snatch.  Thin slimey
lines of cum from the two immigrants ran down the inside of her thighs,
evidence of her sordid activities.  She slid into the driver's seat of her
car and headed home to meet her husband.  Meanwhile, Luke was at home
enjoying the pictures of his wife having sex with her coworkers.  He
already had quite a collection of videos and photos of her, but it never
ceased to drive him wild with lust when he received new evidence of her
infidelity.  His cock was throbbing with excitement as he waited to bury it
in her already used hole.  She got home just in time, as he was just about
to lose self-control and masturbate to the new pictures.  Megan slyly
strolled into the bedroom, kicking off her work shoes and slipping her
t-shirt off over her head.  Her pert breasts were held back by her purple
bra, but Luke could still make out the faint outlines of the hard nipples
underneath.  She grinned lopsidedly at him and crawled onto the bed, pulled
her soaked panties to the side and slowly lowered her cum-filled pussy onto
his desperately erect cock.  They both groaned in satisfaction.  "Hello
sweetheart, welcome home!" he whispered to her as they began to gently rock
back and forth on the bed.  Megan rode him, using her coworkers' cum as
lubricant for Luke's throbbing shaft, and she smiled as he began to breathe
heavily in response to her thrusting.  "Well well well, it looks like
somebody enjoyed those pictures we sent." she said in mock surprise as her
husband began humping strongly into her.  "Oh god" he said, enjoying the
incredibly slick feeling of her fuck tube, "I love you being a slut, you
dirty fucking whore.  I need your nasty used pussy." It was only minutes
more before he couldn't take it anymore, and added his own semen to the
pool of juices inside her.  They both slept well, knowing that her deviant
sexual urges would not be ending anytime soon.

   Two weeks later, however, Megan surprised them both by finding a new
depth of depravity to sink to.  She was on her way back from a local
theater performance, where she played a minor but enjoyable role for a
small acting group, when she got stuck at one of the longest red lights in
the city.  It was late by now, slightly after midnight, and since it was a
Sunday there were very few people driving places at this time.  In fact,
looking around, Megan didn't see any other cars at all.  She was so
frustrated at being stuck at a red light without any oncoming traffic, that
she didn't see the homeless man approach her car until he was right next to
her rolled-down window.  She gave a little gasp of surprise as he coughed
gently and held out a cardboard sign begging for food.  "Please miss, could
you spare any food or change?" he asked politely.  She took a moment to
appraise him, he looked around 50 or so to her, African with slightly gray
hair and several missing teeth.  His clothes were ragged and he looked like
he hadn't shaved in possibly years.  "I'm sorry but I don't have any change
she said and started to roll up her window".  He looked incredibly
disappointed but thanked her anyway "that's okay, thank you anyway" and
started to turn away.  Megan just couldn't bring herself to let this poor
man go hungry and so she stopped winding the window up and spoke out to him
as he shuffled away "But I do have a credit card on me, I can take you
someplace and get you some food!".

   For a brief moment the young woman panicked as she realized what she had
just offered, but it was too late to take it back and the man looked so
relieved that she just reached across and unlocked her passenger door in
acceptance.  The homeless man slid into her front seat and immediately the
smell of unwashed sweaty body filled the car.  She succeeded in suppressing
a grimace and glanced up to see that the light had finally changed green.
"I'm Charles" said her new passenger, "thanks again lady, it's tough out
here some nights." Megan introduced herself and assured him that it was not
a problem, and secretly she let out a sigh of relief that he hadn't turned
out to be dangerous.  They stopped at a local 24-hour grocery store and
Megan purchased a large amount of canned soup, tuna and other
non-perishables for him.  Charles was overwhelmed by her generosity and
followed her around like a lost puppy.  By the time they had finished
shopping, it was already well past 1AM, and she had spent around sixty
dollars in groceries.  They climbed back in the car and Megan asked where
he would like to be dropped off.  Charles said that back at the street
corner where she had found him would be fine because he had some
comfortable boxes there to sleep in.  She looked at him in confusion and
pity.  "Hold on, give me a minute to call my husband."

   Luke answered the phone call sleepily, dragging himself out of sleep to
do so.  "Hey honey, are you okay?  It's nearly 2 in the morning." he
groggily whispered into the phone.  Megan apologized for waking him up, and
asked if she could get a hotel room for the night for someone.  Luke
grinned at the idea, his member stirring gently under the covers at the
thought of another night of his wife's naughtiness.  "Of course honey, you
can get a room just put it on our card.  Who is it for?" On the other end
of the phone, his wife was looking relieved that at least tonight Charles
wouldn't have to sleep in boxes.  "Thank you baby" she said happily.  "It's
for this homeless guy I met tonight, he's really sweet and I just don't..."
she never finished the sentence because Luke was now very confused and
started talking over her.  "Wait, what?  You're spending the night with a
homeless guy?  Honey I don't know if that's a good idea, what if he has a
disease!?" Megan thought back on her conversation and realized what her
husband thought was happening.  "Oh no sweetie, it isn't like that!  We
just met and he's really nice" and at that exact second her cellphone
battery decided to die.  Luke rolled over in bed and stared at the ceiling
in confusion for a few minutes.  Had his wife really sunk that low?  What
if she got a disease?  What if she ended up pregnant with some homeless
guy's kid?  What if this became some sort of regular thing, having sex with
homeless strangers?  Fifteen minutes later he began to masturbate
furiously.

   Meanwhile, Megan stared in frustration at her cell-phone as it went
completely black.  "Oh well" she thought, "at least he knows I'm okay and
that I'm not having sex with Charles." She turned around and headed back to
the car.  Charles was waiting in the front seat, trying not to grin in
excitement.  He had overheard her on the phone and knew that he wouldn't be
sleeping on the street tonight.  "Thank you so much ma'am, I heard what you
asked and it's real kind of you to do that for me!" Megan smiled at his
enthusiasm.  "Don't worry about it, helping strangers who are down on their
luck is the right thing to do." she stated and started the car.  As they
drove toward a nearby hotel, though, she couldn't get the thought of Luke's
reaction out of her head.  She wouldn't have sex with a homeless man, just
how slutty did he think she was?  And even as she was thinking of how
absurd the idea was, she felt the moisture and heat start in her loins. 
How low was she prepared to go?  It was so wrong to even think about it,
wasn't it?  Then her thoughts started to betray her as she considered how
late it was.  Shouldn't she really get a room at the hotel too?  She was
exhausted and probably not fit to drive.  She risked a quick glance at her
companion in the passenger seat.  He was staring at her breasts and quickly
glanced away as he caught her eye.  Suddenly Megan realized that she was
still in her performance dress, a relatively tight-fitting blue affair that
shimmered in the light.  She caught a glimpse of something stirring in
Charles' pants and tightened her grip on the steering wheel.

   Ten minutes later they arrived at the hotel and Megan walked up to the
front desk.  "I'd like a room for the night please." she said to the young
man working the night-shift.  He was maybe 19 at most, probably working
this job for the summer.  She noticed him staring at her body and raised an
eyebrow at this.  "Will your friend be staying with you?" he asked and
gestured at Charles, who was currently standing awkwardly at the door to
the hotel.  "No, the room is just for him" she thought, but her mouth
didn't listen.  "Yes" said her voice, and she widened her eyes in amazement
at what her own lips had uttered.  The teenager smirked and reached for
keys behind him.  "Here you go" he said and handed her a key, "Room 302".

   Charles looked at her in confusion as they walked toward the room
together.  "Aren't you going home Miss?" he asked her.  "No, it's much too
late for that tonight Charles" she said, not sure which meaning of the
words she was implying by this point.  He shrugged and followed her to the
room, staring at the clinging material of the dress as it hugged her lower
assets.  She swung the door open to the room and realized that she had
sealed her fate.  "Oh dear" she said as the room was revealed to only have
a single queen bed.  Her new-found friend noticed this too and looked
crestfallen.  "Oh I'm sorry ma'am, I didn't realize there was only one bed.
I can sleep on the floor, the carpet looks plenty comfy." Megan shook her
head and gestured for him to go in.  "No, don't be silly, I bought the room
for you to get a good night's rest!" she took her phone charger out of her
bag and plugged it into the wall, watching the battery light indicate that
the phone was properly recharging.  "Now you wait here and make something
to eat for yourself" she pointed at the small kitchenette "I'm going to go
take care of this and I'll be back in just a few minutes." She closed the
door and stared at it for a few minutes before heading down to the lady's
room in the lobby.

   Her terrible thoughts couldn't be controlled any longer, and she had to
masturbate right there as she stared at herself in the mirror.  There was
no point in pretending anymore, she was going to have sex with this
homeless man, she would have sex with anyone at this point.  God she hoped
that her husband was as perverted as she was, or he was going to leave her
for sure.  She came down from her orgasm a few minutes later and sucked her
fingers clean.  It was time to go take care of Charles.  Charles was in the
middle of wolfing down a hot can of beans at this point, some of the thick
sauce tangling up in his beard.  He felt great, full of hot food, a bed for
the night, and soon his first shower in months.  This was definitely the
best day he had had in a while.  He looked up as Megan entered, her tight
shiny dress was slightly ruffled and she shut and locked the door behind
her.  "Thank you again Miss!" He said enthusiastically, his mouth still
half full with food "did you speak with the guy at the front desk?" The
young woman shook her head slightly and walked over to her plugged in
cell-phone.  It had powered up by now.  She left it plugged in and started
up the video recorder on it.  Megan angled the device so that it pointed
directly at the bed and turned around to face Charles.  "So, this has been
a pretty good night for you huh?" she asked him loudly.  "Yes ma'am" he
replied, smiling.  "First time I've had a place to sleep that isn't a
cardboard box in a while.  I'm gonna take a shower tonight too, a hot one."


   Megan moved slightly to the side, letting the cell-phone see past her
and to the bed where Charles sat holding an empty can of beans and a spoon.
"So how long has it been since you had a shower or a bath Charles?" she
asked deviously, taking a few sly steps toward the bed and letting her hand
rest on the edge of the bed.  The homeless man looked a little embarrassed
and quietly muttered something under his breath.  "I'm sorry, I didn't
quite hear that, could you speak up a bit?" said the young woman,
encouraging him to speak louder so that the camera could hear...so that her
husband could hear when he watched the video.  "It's been at least two
months ma'am." said the disheveled black man as he looked down at his dirty
clothes "But don't worry, I'm going to take one in just a few minutes!". 
Megan shuddered slightly in excitement at how nasty this was going to be.
"Well" she began, "it sounds like you really owe me a big favor here" and
she gently sad down next to him and patted his leg with her clean and
manicured hand.  The dainty white flesh of her arm and the bright turquoise
of her nail-polish stood out starkly against his filthy brown pants and the
dirty black places where his skin could be seen through holes in the
clothing.

   Charles gulped in new-found concern about his predicament, he really
owed this woman a lot, what if she asked him to do something illegal for
her?  "Yes Miss, I reckon that I owe you a whole bunch for feeding me and
putting me up for the night.  What kind of favor would you like?" he asked,
already bracing himself for what horrible task she might want him to do. 
"Mmmmm, I'm glad you asked that Charles..." she smiled evily and then gave
in to her dark needs as she pushed him down backwards onto the bed,
knocking the can of beans and spoon onto the floor.  "I need you to hold
off on that shower until you fuck me!" The homeless man looked incredibly
confused but his dick already knew what to do.  It was rising to attention
underneath her body.  Megan worked her hands down to his zipper and
released his foul smelling cock.  It was huge, and very dirty.  The stink
of old cum and sour sweat filled her nostrils.  She could just make out the
tiny lice that were living in the thicket of dense unwashed pubic hair. 
"Hmmmm, this is just too dirty to suck right now.  And it looks like you're
infested with crabs!" she said, loud enough for the camera to hear it.  By
now Charles had no clue what to do, so he stuttered "Oh miss, I'm sorry
please let me go clean up for you!" but the horny woman had no interest in
making this a cleaner experience.  "No" she said forcefully, "I have a
better way to clean it off." and raised her self up above it.  Staring back
over her shoulder, making eye contact with the camera, she slowly pulled
her panties to the side and lowered her ready snatch onto the filthy
homeless man's unprotected cock.

   Soon it was difficult to even put on a show for her husband and the
camera as she lost herself in the sheer filthiness of having sex with the
homeless man.  Charles couldn't believe how lucky he was as he pounded this
white woman's tight vagina.  He was grunting with the exertion as he held
her down and thrust into her over and over.  Meanwhile, Megan was yelling
obscenities at him.  "Fill me up with your homeless nigger seed!" she
screamed as he rammed his nasty cock into her open cunt.  "Oh god, give me
your disgusting dick." she whispered into his ears as he finally began to
ejaculate into her, and finally she just started chanting out "infest me,
infest me you nasty fuck, I'm your dirty fuck toy." They remained coupled
for several minutes as they got their breathe back.  Megan had wrapped her
legs around his back, locking him in place so that she could be sure that
at least some of the lice had transferred to her own genitals.  After he
had gotten up and showered finally, Megan finally slid out of her dirty
dress and grabbed some lipstick and her sleeping pills out of her purse. 
She stood facing the still recording cell-phone camera and scrawled the
words "fuck me Charles" onto her belly and then took a double dose of the
sleeping pills.  She laid down on the bed and waited for the pills to take
effect.  By the time that she started to pass out, her homeless friend had
just finished his shower and came back into the room with just a towel on.
The last things she remembered that night were the sounds of him panting
heavily into her ear and the feeling of his enormous cock filling her up.
Her cell-phone camera held up admirably, recording the full night before
running out of space on its 32 gigabyte memory card for her to watch later.
She woke up to an empty bed and a furious itching from her crotch.  Charles
was gone, but the lice had stayed.  She moaned in ecstasy and fingered
herself to orgasm, feeling huge amounts of his seed still dripping out of
her cunt.  She couldn't wait to see the video, and hopefully her husband
would enjoy it too.

   Meanwhile, Luke had been busy looking up this newly discovered, and
slightly horrifying, fetish on the internet.  For once, the internet had
very little information to disclose, and he ended up finding only a few
message boards that even discussed the act.  One discussed a Japanese
gameshow that had a few episodes devoted to the contestants being willing
to have sex with people on the street for money, but most simply discussed
the fantasy and never provided any visual aides.  Clearly this would have
to be rectified, and Luke decided that maybe he should be the one to do so.
Several hours later, he had purchased the domain name "hobo-slut.net" and
setup a basic image-hosting site on it.  He had no clue how he was going to
convince his wife to participate in this evil-scheme, but he figured that
she probably owed him a few favours.  Maybe she would agree if he promised
to blur out her face?  The young computer programmer finally curled up in
bed and fell asleep with sinful ideas still running through his brain.

   Megan didn't get home until just after 10:00 AM, and by then her husband
had already left for work.  It was Thursday and he wouldn't be back until
around 6:30 that evening, so she had plenty of time to prepare for that
night.  The first thing she did was upload the footage of her night onto
their home-media server and clear out some space on her phone.  Then she
texted Luke to let him know that she got home okay and that she wanted to
talk about last night when he got home.  She didn't get an immediate
response, but he was probably pretty busy and wouldn't necessarily be able
to text her back until his lunch break at noon.  In the meantime, her
crotch had been itching all morning and it was beginning to get a bit sore
from the constant attention that her hands were giving it.  She took
several pictures of herself in her now semen-stained panties, and then
slowly peeled them off.  Beneath the blue silk material, her neatly trimmed
pubic hair could be seen to be crawling with small insects.  Her body
shuddered in perverse delight at the sight, but they couldn't stay too
long. She took several more pictures of her infested crotch and a few of
the remaining smeared lipstick on her chest, before moving to the shower.
It took her nearly an hour and a half of shaving and picking the tiny crabs
off of her pubic area with tweezers before she was sure that she was crab
free.  Tiny pin-pricks of blood from where they had already started feeding
were the only remaining evidence that they were ever there.  Well, that and
all of the videos and pictures that she had taken.  Just to make sure,
Megan used Nair to completely wipe out any extra hair that she might have
missed with the razor.  The result was an utterly smooth and clean lower
half of her body, and she had to admit...she looked good like that.



   Luke sent her a cautious message over her lunch break, just saying that
he agreed they should talk and that he loved her but didn't have time to
talk because of his tight schedule.  Megan took it as a positive sign, and
set to work editing the video that her cell-phone had recorded last night.
Luke worked for a popular web-development company, so he always made sure
that they had the latest gadgets.  That really came in handy when shooting
video like this, since her camera took video in high-definition and the
video was excellent quality even when blown up on their big-screen TV in
the living room.  She was only a few minutes into editing the video and her
entire body was already flushing red with excitement.  She watched herself
ride the black hobo, screaming out obscenities as he came inside her, and
then she fast-forwarded to the part where she scribbled filthy instructions
on her own body with lipstick and took the sleeping pills.  This was the
part that she had been waiting for, and she was not at all disappointed. 
Charles had come out of the shower a full 20 minutes after she had laid
down on the bed and he was clearly confused by her nearly unconscious body.
After reading the illicit invitation scrawled on her stomach, however, he
grinned from ear to ear and mounted her like a champion.  He lasted longer
this time, and Megan stroked her glistening slit as she watched herself
being used like a fuck-toy for this well-hung black man.  She was
well-aware that she had a lot of footage to get through though, and
fast-forwarded until she saw him spasm inside her for the second time that
night.  Placing markers on the digital editing software, she kept track of
the two sex scenes and fast-forwarded through some more of the tape. 
Charles rolled off her body and breathed heavily for several minutes,
fondled her a bit and then reached over to the hotel phone.  Megan froze
the tape and stared.



   What was this homeless man doing with the phone?  Was he calling the
front desk?  She turned the volume up and hit play.  "No Kenny, I'm
serious! She's just passed out here and there's a bottle of open pills on
the counter.  I think she drugged herself." There was a long pause as he
listened to someone on the other side of the phone, and then he looked
around the room; finally spotting the cellphone and walking up to it. 
Megan hit pause, her body switching from arousal to fear in seconds.  What
was he going to do with the phone?  Maybe he would realize he was being
taped and...and what?  She already knew that she had survived the night but
suddenly a lot of terrifying possibilities raced through her head and she
regretted being so stupid.  The young brunette took a deep breath and
pressed play again.  Charles was picking up the cell-phone now, turning it
around and it was recording empty wall for a few moments.  Then it picked
up laughter and the homeless man who had been using her body for his own
pleasure placed the phone back down on the table and aimed it back at the
bed.  He was holding the hotel's phone in his left hand still, the long
cable stretched all the way back to the bed-side table.  He spoke into it
now: "Oh Kenny, this woman is kinky.  She's recording the whole thing.  No,
for real.  I'm looking at the camera right now." Another pause as he waited
for the other person to speak.  "Yeah, lemme give you the address" he said,
and described which hotel they were in and what room to come to, then he
hung up and looked at the cell-phone again with a smile on his face. 
"Don't you worry ma'am, I won't let any harm come to you...but you seem
mighty needy and I don't know if I can handle you all by my lonesome."
Megan's body immediately traded in fear for extreme arousal and she
shuddered with excitement and curiosity.  This was going to be a really
good video.
Luke came home a little early, walking in the front door at 6:15 PM and
calling out as he took off his shoes.  "Hey baby, I'm home!  You ready to
have our little talk?" he asked loudly, leaning around the door to the
living room to see if his wife was home.  The room was quite dark, with all
of the windows closed and just the light from the TV to see by.  The image
on the big-screen was just a screen-saver at the moment.  Megan was seated
on the couch wearing her dress from last-night, and she looked just as
stunning as she usually did in it.  She smiled when she saw him, and
gestured for him to come over and join her.  "Hi honey, why don't you come
over and we can talk about last night." She said in a slightly husky voice.
Luke was intrigued, and things seemed to be going well so far, so he smiled
and sat down next to her.  Now that he was up-close, he could see that she
was wearing her stage makeup as well as her clothes.  Bold lipstick and
blush accentuated her already dazzling features.  She smelled like spring
flowers, and she gently laid a perfectly manicured hand on his leg as she
spoke.  "So last night got a bit crazy, and I wanted to apologize for
taking some risks that I wouldn't normally have taken." Luke looked
intrigued but waited for her to continue.  "And I maybe got a little
carried away, but I had so much fun that I really wanted to share it with
you.  If you're angry I will totally understand, but maybe you will be as
perverted as I am and can accept this." By now Megan was no longer looking
him in the eyes and was instead staring at her hands in embarrassment as
she twisted her fingers nervously.  He reached out and touched her shoulder
gently and she looked up, nearly tearing up at the thought that he would be
angry at her for last night's debauchery.  "Oh sweetie" he said consolingly
"I'm almost certainly as perverted as you are!" and gave a light chuckle.
She looked relieved.  "Now why don't you show me what got you so hot and

bothered last night" he said and gestured to the TV.

   Megan looked coyly at him through her eye-lashes and then picked up the
remote and pressed play.  Immediately the screen cut to the inside of the
hotel, her body filling most of the image until she stepped out of the
camera's way and showed the homeless black man on the hotel bed.  Luke's
dick immediately began to push itself against his jeans as he watched his
wife willingly lower her self onto Charles' filth-covered penis.  The
camera didn't have the angle to capture the actual penetration, but he
could tell when his wife had fully impaled herself on the homeless man's
unprotected penis as her entire body clenched up in ecstasy.  "Holy shit!"
he exclaimed as he unzipped his pants and pulled his own cock free of its
prison.  Megan was clearly pleased at this reaction, as she brushed his
hand away and worked her own up and down her husband's shaft.  By the time
she was begging the homeless man to infest her with his pubic lice, Luke's
dick was so hard that it hurt.  She grinned widely as his jaw fell open at
this incredible revelation and then she lowered her ruby red lips onto his
member and sucked it into her warm wet mouth.  "Oh shit babe, you are so
fucking good at sucking dicks!" he exclaimed as she worked her way up and
down the length of his pole.  The video had reached the part where she
deliberately drugged herself and Megan's mouth was working its magic on his
dick.  Thick gobs of spit drooled down his shaft, and her lipstick was
leaving a smear of red in its wake.  Soon he pulled her lips off of his
cock and demanded access to her pussy.  "Are you sure sweetie?" she asked,
an evil grin on her face.  "Who knows what sort of diseases you might catch
from my fuck hole.  You still haven't seen the best part of the video!". 
Luke groaned with frustration at this.  "Jesus babe, let me get a condom on
then." and he ran upstairs to grab a pack of condoms.



   Megan grabbed the remote as he dashed away, and fast-forwarded the video
to the raunchiest part she could find: when Charles' two friends showed up.
By the time her husband came back downstairs to the living room, Megan had
already found what she was looking for.  The TV showed two new arrivals,
absolutely filthy from their time on the street.  Both were very black, and
had already begun to take off their pants.  The younger of the two looked
like he was barely in his twenties, but the elder was in his late 50s. 
Each of them had an enormous throbbing cock, ready to ravage the tender
white pussy in front of them.  Charles had taken on a directorial position
at this point, instructing the younger hobo, who turned out to be the Kenny
he was chatting on the phone with, to show his dick to the camera before he
fucked their "date".  Kenny's dick was utterly disgusting.  It clearly
hadn't been washed in a long time, as ugly crusty flakes of skin and dirt
clung to the sweaty parts of it.  While Luke was watching the horror
unravel in front of him, Megan took one of the condoms out of the box he
was holding and opened it up.  She unrolled it a little and drooled into
it, adding a healthy amount of her spit to the lubrication it already
contained.  Then she unrolled it onto her husband's slimy dick and made
sure it was snug.  On the TV, Kenny had already given a Thumbs-Up to the
camera, and quickly mounted Megan.  Her snatch was already lubricated from
Charles using it earlier, and Kenny's thick black dick slid in very easily.


   In the living room, Megan pushed her husband down onto their couch and
sat down on top of his throbbing dick.  They both groaned in pleasure as
she began bouncing up and down on it.  Neither Luke nor his wife could take
their eyes off of the screen as they watched her unconscious body be fucked
by the homeless men.  Finally, Luke could take no more and ejaculated
forcefully inside of his wife's fuck hole as he watched the black men on
the TV use her body.  Megan smiled and rolled off of him.  The condom still
stuck on his dick was filled with frothy white cum from their love-making.
She pulled it off, saving the precious fluid by pinching the base, and lay
back on the floor.  Her body was trembling with excitement and need now, as
she brought the filled rubber down to her hungry hole and poured the semen
out onto her completely hairless crotch.  The slick white semen drooled out
and ran down over her clit, reaching her snatch moments later.  Her hand
pushed the sperm deep into her pussy as she furiously masturbated.  "Oh
god, I'm a fucking cum slut." She groaned as she frigged herself with her
hands, pushing her husband's cum into herself.  "I'm a dirty whore!  I need
to be filled with cum!" she screamed as she finally orgasmed on the floor,
shuddering with the sensations filling her body.

   After both Megan and her husband had come down from their sex-high, Luke
unveiled his plans for the website.  He had already setup basic hosting and
wanted to see her reaction.  Of course he also offered to blur her face to
keep her anonymity.  He was quite surprised to discover that she not only
loved the idea of the website, but didn't want to disguise her face at all.
"Baby, it's too late to turn back now" she whispered in his ear as they
both lay on the couch.  "I'm a filthy cum dumpster, I can't hide it
anymore." Luke pushed her face down onto his dick for the second time that
night, as he planned what to do next.  The next day, while he was at work,
Megan quit her waitressing job.  It was only part time anyway, and the real
reason she had taken it was just to keep busy while her husband was at his
office.  Now she had other plans for her days, and didn't want to have to
worry about keeping a schedule.  Both Sanchez and Miguel were
understandably sad that she was leaving, but she cheered them up by fucking
them both in the employee bathroom.  It's hard to stay mad at a woman while
you're holding her down and pumping her full of semen.  After bussing
tables for a couple of hours, it was time for Megan to end her last day at
Carlos' Taco Palace and to head out to scout for potential clients.

   The day went agonizingly slow for Luke, as he sat through several boring
meetings and couldn't keep his head in the game all day.  All he could
think about was the new website and how much he wanted to see his wife be
abused by homeless men.  Toward the end of the day he contacted his boss
and called in some favors.  Luckily he had just recently finished some
tough projects, and his superiors agreed that some R&R was in order.  They
gave him two weeks off and told him to "recharge those batteries".  By the
time the day was over he already had a rough idea of how to get started.  A
quick trip to the electronics store on the way home was all it took to net
a few high-def video cameras and some good quality audio recording
equipment.  It was nearly 7:00 by the time that he got home, and he found
Megan waiting for him.  She was re-watching the footage of the night before
with three fingers pushed inside herself already.

   Megan was thrilled to discover that Luke had taken vacation time in
order to kick start their project.  She gazed in astonishment as he
unpacked all of the video equipment and started charging the new cameras.
"Honey, this is a great setup.  I think I can capture some fantastic video,
definitely good enough to satisfy the internet crowd." He said as he
finished throwing away the cardboard boxes.  "Mmmm" she murmured as she
gave him a warm hug, "I went out today to find some opportunities for our
little project.  I think I found the perfect place." Luke grinned and pull
back to give her a kiss on the lips.  "That's great news!" he said with a
huge grin on his face.  "I already have a plan for our first shoot.  Close
your eyes and I'll be downstairs in just a couple of minutes with your
outfit." She smiled and put her hands over her eyes while her husband ran
upstairs.  There were the distant noises of closets being opened, boxes
being rifled through, and finally a muffled "ah hah!" as he found whatever
it was he was looking for.  Megan giggled to herself at her husband's
antics.  He always knew how to make her laugh.  His voice came down from
the top of the stairs: "Do you still have your eyes closed honey?" he
shouted down.  She replied loudly "Yes you crazy man, now come on down and
show me what you have in mind!" With her hands over her eyes, she could
only hear the sound of rustling cloth as he came into the living room. 
"Okay baby, open your eyes!" he said, and she pulled her hands away from
her face, gasping loudly at what he was carrying.

   In her husband's hands, was a beautiful silky white garment that she had
worn only a few months ago during their wedding.  "Oh sweetie, that's my
wedding dress!" she said in astonishment.  Luke nodded enthusiastically. 
"Isn't it perfect?" he asked her holding it up to her body and appraising
the resulting look.  Megan gripped the fabric tightly and pulled it to
herself, twirling briefly as she watched the white fabric billow outward.
"I think it's the best idea I've heard all day!" She giggled excitedly and
gave him a kiss on the cheek.  "I'll go get ready while you finish figuring
out the electronics." She practically ran upstairs, carrying the dress with
her.  In the end, it took them about two hours to get ready, and it was
about 10:00 by the time they left the house.  Megan had applied her makeup
expertly, accentuating her features and giving her bright red lips.  She
looked stunning in her wedding dress, already causing Luke's pants to tent
up.  It took them a few stops, as well as a larger order at a drive-through
burger joint, before they found the perfect place: a back alley on a
side-street behind an abandoned meat-packing factory.  It was chilly out
tonight, and several homeless men were clustered around a burning barrel
for warmth.  Along the alleyway several large cardboard boxes and tarps had
been setup as makeshift buildings.  Luke got out of the car and told his
wife to wait inside.  She nodded and slowly rubbed her hands between her
legs as she watched the men around the fire.

   The homeless gentlemen were very wary of him as he approached.  They
stared anxiously and felt around their tattered clothes for the makeshift
weapons they had hidden.  "It's okay guys" he said as he walked forward
slowly, holding out the bulging paper bags filled with burgers.  "I'm not
here to cause trouble, and I brought a peace offering." The two men closest
to him stared at the bags in hunger, but a few on the other side of the
fire continued to look at him with suspicion.  "Seriously, I brought enough
burgers for everyone, and I want to pay you for a really simple and fun
task" he said and passed the burger bags to the two nearest men.  Up close
he could tell that they were filthy; covered in dirt and sweat.  They
smelled like urine and rotten meat and he struggled to keep his face
neutral.  Several of the men started ripping open the burger bags and soon
everyone was stuffing them unceremoniously into their faces.  "Thanks
mister" said one of the more wary men "but don't think you can just buy us
with cheap ass hamburgers.  What sort of favor do you want and how much are
you willing to pay?" Luke smiled at the question, because he knew it was
the best offer they were going to get in a long time.  "I want to make you
all porn stars for a night." He said and pointed back to the car.  "I've
got a young woman and a ton of cameras in that car.  I'll pay you each 50
bucks to let me setup the cameras and video tape you fucking the lady."

   Everyone stopped eating and stared at him.  One of the hobos in the back
whistled quietly in surprise.  A nearby man put his burger down and stood
in Luke's face, his greasy hair and wild eyes far too close for comfort. 
"You fucking with us man?" asked the crazy homeless man, and reached up a
finger to gesture his displeasure.  "I don't enjoy being fucked with" he
said, and grinned an evil rotting grin.  "No sir" Luke shook his head and
swallowed.  "I'm not fucking with you, I mean it." The crazy hobo licked
his lips and stared around at everyone else.  He took a step back and then
clapped his hands together.  "Well then, I think we got ourselves a deal.
Put her there." And he spat into his hand, holding it out for a shake. 
Luke grimaced and then spat in his hand and shook on it.  "Carl, Ernie!"
shouted the homeless man now holding his hand, "Come help our friend here
get his stuff out of the car!"

   Both of the hobos who helped him setup the cameras were very excited
once they saw what Megan looked like.  They tried to grope her, but Luke
locked the door before they got there and waggled his finger "not until the
cameras are setup, I want it all on tape!" he chastised them and got back
to work.  It probably hadn't helped that Megan was openly fingering herself
with her dress hiked up and her hands down her panties.  It only took 15
minutes to get everything setup to Luke's liking, and then he pointed at
the car and pressed the remote unlock button on his key ring.  "Come on out
dear!" he called out, and Megan slowly pushed open the door and stepped out
of the car.  There was a brief pause as nobody knew quite how to react, and
then the nearest homeless man lifted Megan over his shoulders and carried
her back to his cardboard box.  Immediately the rest of the crowd started
hooting and clapping as the filthy man pushed her head-first into the box
and began unzipping his stained pants.  Luke quickly adjusted the nearest
camera so that it was lower to the ground and pointed straight into the
box. Inside he could see his wife's legs spread open and the silky white
dress filling up most of the homeless man's improvised sleeping quarters.
Soon the hobo had his pants down around his ankles and his crusty dick had
sprung to attention.  It oozed pre-cum already, and had a thick layer of
cock cheese and dirt building up on it.  Megan stared in amazement at it,
as she slowly rubbed her clitoris.  While the rest of the men cheered on,
the hobo climbed into the cardboard makeshift house and mounted his wife,
sinking his tainted shaft into her desperate wetness as she wrapped her
legs around him and pulled him deep inside.  Soon all that was visible was
his hairy bare ass thrusting hard and her high-heels locked behind him,
holding him in shameless need.

   By now the rest of the homeless men had their cocks out, stroking them
in anticipation of their turn with the whore in heat.  Luckily for them her
current lover was quick, and he soon gripped her roughly and came thick
spurts of semen into her as she begged for his cum.  They crawled out
together, him looking tired and her looking hungry for more sex.  She
didn't have to wait long, because it was obvious that this was not going to
be an orderly line.  Filthy hands grabbed her and dragged her down to the
floor, where more cardboard boxes had been broken down and spread out to
form a thin barrier between the orgy and the street.  Soon she was pumping
dicks with both of her hands, leaving drooling saliva trails on each cock
as she alternated between giving blowjobs to each of them.  Behind her a
filthy young black homeless man slipped his unprotected dick into her pussy
and began to jackhammer her mercilessly.  It was only moments before he too
unloaded his slimy load into her and was replaced by another hobo.  Luke
let the cameras run as his wife took on homeless man after homeless man
until they were too exhausted to continue.

   Finally, after nearly two hours most of the group had drifted away,
leaving only one man left.  He rolled Megan over into a doggy-style
position and held her head back by her hair.  Her face was plastered with
semen and dirt by now, as she drooled listlessly out of the side of her
mouth.  Her eyes had glazed over and now she looked properly broken in.  As
the last hobo lifted up the back of his wife's sperm encrusted wedding
dress, Luke recognized him as the crazy hobo who had threatened him
earlier. He met the man's insane eyes, peaking out from under a mop of oily
brown hair.  The hobo smiled an evil smile, crooked yellow teeth showing in
his mouth as he gently tapped the back of Megan's head, trying to get her
attention.  "Hey, hey slut" he said, as he shook her.  "Hey, you there?"
Her eyes focused briefly as she turned her head around to face him.  "Mmmm"
she responded in a slightly dreamy voice.  "Why aren't you fucking me?" she
asked, confusion showing on her face.  Her homeless fuck-buddy rubbed his
hands gleefully over the dirty silk that covered her tits, enjoying the
moan it elicited from her.  "I want you to know before I fuck you, that
I've got herpes and I'm going to give it to you." Luke was still stroking
his dick, too horny now to do anything but stare in desperation at his
wife. She looked back up at him now, searching for his response.  The hobo
behind her continued to talk, as he slowly unzipped his pants and pulled
out an enormous sore-covered dick that was caked in grime, pre-cum, and
pus. Luke stared at it in amazement and horror.  "She wants this dick, I
can tell" said the hobo as he touched the tip to her still-dripping cunt.
"But I'm gonna make her beg for it before I give it to her." He continued,
and laughed evily.  Megan looked back at the hobo and then shifted slightly
so that she could see his huge member as well.  It was obvious that she was
disgusted but also incredibly turned on by it.  "Oh god honey" she panted
as she turned back to face her husband.  "It's so big and black.  I don't
think I can say `no'!" she exclaimed as the homeless man once again
positioned himself at her entrance.  Luke shook his head in disbelief, even
as he squeezed his dick in sexual excitation.  "Baby, that sort of thing is
permanent.  If you get herpes then pretty soon the only people you can have
sex with are other people who have herpes." he warned her.  "nnnnnnnn" she
grunted in frustration.  "Sweetie I have to have it, I'm sorry.  I have to
be used by him!" she moaned, and tried to slide back down on the homeless
man's throbbing member.  The hobo leaned back away from her, keeping it out
of reach as he teased her.  "Ah ah ah, not so fast you slut.  I told you
you'd have to beg me for it.  Tell me how much you want me inside you." he
demanded and rolled her over so that she was on her back, facing up at the
filthy man between her thighs: her wedding dress bunched up around her
waist exposing the utterly sperm coated ruin of her vagina.  "Pleeeeeeease"
she begged shamelessly, forcing more cum out of her hole as she squirmed on
the ground.  "Please I need your dick inside me!".  The crazy hobo laughed
easily and rubbed his filthy pole around her opening, coating it with the
other mens' semen.  "Get a close up of this, boy" he said to her husband
and waited for him to zoom in and focus on the dick: capturing every open
pus-filled sore in high-definition.  "Alright bitch, you're going to love
this." he said, and slowly sank into her slick hole.  It was hard to tell
from the camera angle if he was even getting any friction after all that
other cock had been inside her, but he was definitely enjoying himself as
he held Megan's cum-encrusted thighs and pounded into her.  Soon he was
ready to come, and the young woman underneath him wrapped her stockinged
legs around his back and began chanting obscenities as she felt him get
close.  "Come in me you homeless nigger.  Give me your black cum up in my
belly.  Unnnhhhhhhh I need a nigger baby of my very own.  Fill me up." As
he finally spasmed and began filling her womb with thick ropes of coagulent
sperm, she finally snapped and began begging for his disease.  "Give it to
me you sick fuck.  Rape your filthy taint into my body.  I'm a dirty cum
dumpster and I need the world to see it.  I deserve it, oh god I want it.
Fuck your herpes into my slutty whore pussy." Finally she came in one
shuddering gasp and collapsed unconscious on the alley floor, her
degradation complete.