Part 1
Michelle, clad in her impeccable power suit and carrying her briefcase, scanned the gloomy alley. Her gaze settled on an ancient man curled under a tattered blanket, with a wrinkled face concealed beneath a scruffy beard. With a sinister grin, she sauntered towards him.
"Hello, honey," she drawled in a seductive tone, allowing her voice to ooze with temptation.
She kneeled down beside him, running her fingers through his coarse beard. "I couldn't help but notice how lonely you look. How about we spend some time together?"
The ancient man's eyes lit up at the prospect of company. As they moved closer, the smell of unwashed clothes and stale alcohol wafted in the air. Michelle didn't care; she was driven by the need to satisfy her newly awakened desires.
"Have you had anything to eat?" she asked.
"If you could have anything right now, what would it be?"
The ancient man hesitated before replying, "A warm meal and a soft bed." His eyes glistened with hope, but he knew those luxuries were out of reach.
Michelle's eyes narrowed, her usual poker face giving away the discovery of leverage. She leaned forward, brushing her lips against his cheek. "Don't worry, my dear. I can give you that," she whispered softly, "For a price." She took out some money folded over in her hand.
The ancient man's eyes grew wide with disbelief. This couldn't be happening. It must be a dream!
He reached for the notes she held between them.
"Not quite yet," Michelle said as she drew back the notes.
She unfolded them in her hand and then scanned the ally before turning back to the man, she peeled the top note off.
"This one," she held up the note, "is for this." Michelle leaned in and kissed him.
His lips were paper dry, and his breath smelled of whiskey and rot. Michelle felt no disgust, only excitement at the thrill as this man fulfilled her desire of being filthy and disgusting enough to be her first conquest into her newfound fetish.
As their mouths intertwined, her tongue darted between the spaces of his missing teeth, tasting the lingering remnants of alcohol and neglect. The man, though initially hesitant, began to return her passion, exploring her mouth with equal fervour.
With each passing moment, Michelle felt the heat of desire rise within her body, consuming her with an insatiable hunger.
They pulled apart, and Michelle's manicured fingertips dabbed at the mixed saliva on her lips.
"You smell so good," the man said.
"Well, so do you, and you kiss so well, handsome." She tucked the note into the ripped, front pocket of his battered shirt. "You earned this," she winked.
"You're welcome," he replied, surprised and elated. "I've gotta say, lady, you're something else."
Michelle took another note from the pile, "And this one is for this." She leaned over and placed a hand on his thigh, letting her fingers slide slowly upward.
The man's eyes went wide with desire, but he managed to utter a hoarse reply. "What if someone sees us?"
"No one's here to see us; just let me enjoy it," Michelle murmured reassuringly with her eyes glued towards his crotch.
Her fingers traced over the bulge in his tired trousers. She then turned her hand and cupped him over the material, "Looks like I found Mr Happy," she purred.
The ancient man's breath came quicker, his heart racing in anticipation. He hadn't felt this excited in years. As Michelle slid down to her knees, his excitement grew exponentially. "Just remember," she warned playfully, "this is our little secret."
"Of course," he nodded eagerly, knowing full well the consequences should word get out. He wanted this too badly to worry about what others might think.
Michelle expertly undid his zip, her hands sliding inside his fly, and began working gracefully his hard cock; it felt short but thick in her grip. He looked down in a mix of disbelief and astonishment. He had never experienced pleasure like this before. His moans echoed in the alley, drawing attention from other homeless individuals nearby, slight sounds of movement picking up in the echo of the alley.
Michelle continued her sensual motions, driving him wild with ecstasy. Her mouth hovered near his ear, her voice a tantalizing whisper. "I want you to fuck me hard. Would you be willing to come home with me?"
She breathed into his ear, already feeling his rock-hard cock pulsing against her palm. "We can continue our fun there," she hinted, her lips pressed gently against his cheek.
The ancient man, still slightly stunned by her sudden proposal, glanced around the alley, making sure no one was watching. He nodded, his eyes shining with anticipation. "Yes, yes, of course," he agreed, unable to believe his luck.
She stood up, pulling him while still holding his dick.
"Nearly forgot," she said as she reluctantly let go of his dick, she passed him the promised note.
The ancient man took the note with a mix of gratitude and wonder. He quickly pocketed it, thinking he could finally afford a hot meal and perhaps even find shelter for the night. Meanwhile, Michelle led him through the dark alleys, navigating past dumpsters and rundown buildings. She guided him to her building, holding the door open as he stepped in, clutching a bin bag.
Inside the elevator, he nervously licked his lips. The faint scent of his armpits permeated the confined space, mixing with the subtle musk of her perfume. His gross body odour made her even wetter.
Once they reached her floor, Michelle unlocked her door and ushered him into her plush apartment. The aged man took a moment to process his surroundings: the opulence, the polished surfaces, the tasteful artwork adorning the walls. All of it seemed so foreign to him - a stark contrast to the life he had been living.
His eyes wandered around the room.
Michelle led him further into the apartment, her movements confident and graceful. She gestured for him to come into her bedroom. The bed was massive. It looked soft and lush, with pillows galore.
"So, let's get to business," Michelle said as she placed the rest of the notes on the nightstand.
"How about we start with a shower?" he asked, motioning towards the bathroom. "I must be pretty dirty after living on the streets for so long."
"No," Michelle responded with a mixture of panic and annoyance, observing the roughness of his skin and the dirt ingrained deep within his pores. She smiled. "I mean, I'm just so wet for you right now." He was perfect just as he was, Michelle thought. She didn't want him clean.
Michelle started to take off her clothes. She placed them on hangers or threw them towards the bathroom door. "Go on," she nodded.
The old man stepped towards her, stripping off his ragged clothes. He stood there, exposed and vulnerable. Michelle observed his weathered skin, scarred from countless battles with life on the streets, the ingrained dirt on his skin, and the grey body hair his chest and legs bore.
Both naked, they embraced.
Their bodies collided, Michelle feeling his wiry frame beneath her, his bony rib cage pressing against her ample bosom. The old man sank into her embrace, closing his eyes and taking in the sensation of being held by such a beautiful woman. Michelle began to gently caress his face and neck, her fingers dancing across his wrinkled skin. She leaned down and tenderly planted a kiss on his forehead, the softness of her lips surprising him.
"Thank you," she whispered, genuine gratitude radiating in her eyes. Her touch felt electric, sending shock waves through his entire body. His heart raced, his blood pumping faster than ever before.
Without saying another word, Michelle gently led him to the edge of the bed. Gracefully, she crawled over the crisp, white sheets letting her ass wiggle behind her as she did. She propped her head onto the pillows, using one hand to part her lips seductively. "Get up here, handsome," she encouraged.
The old man followed, his eyes fixated on her, his body trembling with anticipation. She noticed the dirt on his skin against the vibrant white sheets as he crawled up to between her legs. Without breaking eye contact, Michelle spread her legs wider, giving him full access to her body. The ancient man couldn't believe his luck.
Slowly, he moved towards her wet centre. Michelle closed her eyes, her breathing becoming more laboured as his dirty flesh touched her inner thighs, intensifying her arousal.
"Should we use protection," he asked, unsure.
"I don't have anything. I'm clean," Michelle said as she opened her eyes.
"Aint you worried about me not being clean, you know, from any kind of ST...DDD" he said as Michelle wrapped her long, smooth legs around his waist.
She locked her ankles together tight. "Don't worry," Michelle reassured him, reaching down to grab his erection, "I promise you won't catch anything from me".
She wrapped her hand around his shaft, guiding his stumpy old man cock to her lips.
"All right," he conceded as she removed the grip of his cock with her hand to replace it with the grip of her wet pussy.
Michelle's eyes rolled back "Oh God," she moaned into the void space of the warm room.
The old man grinned, feeling a surge of confidence. Michelle forced her focus back to the grubby man between her legs.
She marvelled at how different he was from the successful businessmen she usually slept with. The raw sensuality of this encounter thrilled her. With each thrust, the old man groaned, driven by the intensity of her passion. With his bony arms on either side of her and her breasts falling to either side of her chest, his body rubbed against them. Some of the dirt transferred onto her tanned skin. Their sweaty bodies ground against each other, the sound of their heavy breathing filling the room.
Michelle lurched forward, her mouth clamping over the old man's nipple. She sucked it hard as his stench filled her nostrils; her pussy convulsed around his pumping cock. The ancient man let out a primal roar, thrusting one final time into Michelle. The force of his release sent a wave of pleasure coursing through her body. Her orgasm crashed upon her, and she released his nipple from her mouth, her body convulsing under the waves of euphoria. The old man collapsed onto her, both exhausted and fulfilled.
They lay there, panting heavily. As their hearts slowed, their minds began to settle, their breathing returned to normal.
Michelle ran her fingertips up and down his sweat-soaked back. She continued to inhale him and their mixed scents as he concentrated on just breathing again.
"You were really incredible," she whispered into his ear, stroking his beard lightly.
The old man blushed at her compliment, trying to comprehend how someone like her could find him attractive.
"I can't believe this is happening," he muttered.
"You're incredible too," Michelle replied, moving closer to kiss him tenderly on the forehead, then kissing him rapidly down towards his lips and that unique breath of his.
"Could I possibly use your shower now?" he asked.
