She was huddled under the overpass, twenty-four and soaked from the rain, when I spotted her. Tight wet t-shirt clinging to small tits, nipples hard as rocks, and those ripped jeans doing nothing to hide the curve of her ass. I walked up slow, rain dripping off my coat. "Need a place to crash, girl?" I asked, voice low. She looked up, eyes hungry and desperate. "What do I gotta do?" she said, no bullshit. "Suck my cock and you can sleep dry tonight."
I pulled her behind the concrete pillar where no one could see. She dropped to her knees right there in the mud, fingers already yanking my belt open. My dick sprang out, thick and half-hard from the sight of her. She wrapped her lips around the head without another word, sucking hard like she had done it plenty. Her tongue swirled under the shaft while she took more, gagging when it hit the back of her throat. Spit ran down her chin and mixed with the rain. I grabbed her wet hair and fucked her face, thrusting deep until her eyes watered. "That's it, homeless slut, choke on it," I growled. She moaned around my cock, one hand rubbing her own pussy through those soaked jeans.
I yanked her up and spun her around, bending her over an old concrete ledge. Her ass was pale and perfect, jeans shoved down to her knees. I spit on my fingers and shoved two inside her tight cunt. She was already dripping wet, hot and slick despite the cold. "Fuck me," she begged, pushing back against my hand. I lined up my cock and slammed in balls-deep in one thrust. She cried out, pussy clenching around me like a vice. I pounded her hard, skin slapping loud against the rain noise. Each stroke stretched her open, her juices coating my shaft and dripping down her thighs.
She reached back and spread her ass cheeks wider for me.
"Deeper, use that homeless pussy," she hissed. I gripped her hips and rammed harder, the wet sounds filthy and loud. Her tits bounced under the thin shirt with every thrust. I reached around and pinched her clit, rubbing fast circles until her legs shook. She came hard, cunt pulsing and squeezing my cock, a gush of wetness splashing onto the ground. I didn't stop. I kept fucking through her orgasm, chasing my own.
Pulling out, I flipped her onto her back on the dirty ledge. Her jeans were around one ankle now. I pushed her knees to her chest and drove back inside, watching her face twist with pleasure and exhaustion. "You like getting fucked like a street whore?" I asked, voice rough. "Yes, fill me up," she moaned. Her nails dug into my arms as I hammered her. Rain ran over both of us, making everything slick. I leaned down and sucked one hard nipple through her shirt, biting just enough to make her gasp.
My balls tightened. I pulled out at the last second and stroked my cock over her stomach and tits. Thick ropes of cum splattered across her skin, mixing with the rain. She rubbed it in with her fingers, licking some off like she was starving. We stayed like that a minute, breathing heavy. Then I helped her up, pulled her jeans back into place, and led her to my truck. She climbed in without asking where we were going. The heater kicked on and she leaned against the door, eyes half-closed, cum still drying on her shirt.
That night she slept in my bed after another round, this time slower but just as dirty. She rode me reverse, ass bouncing while she fingered her own clit and told me how long it had been since anyone made her cum like that. By morning she was still there, and the stories kept coming every time the rain hit the windows.
