EXTRACT FOR
Anna
(Kelly Addams)

The evening was proving to be quite an experience, and Anna felt her stomach flip as she stepped from the bus onto a new street. It was quieter and a little darker which made her feel a little more comfortable. On the brighter road, the main area for sex shops and peep shows she had begun to feel slightly uncomfortable. So many eyes had been glued on her, so many men staring, and so many obvious hookers glaring accusingly. They thought I was one of them she told herself as she began to stroll toward a small bar with a XXX sign glowing outside. They thought I was fresh competition. She would have laughed had she not felt so intimidated. And I was, she added with a sudden certainty, it wasn't the guys staring that made me uncomfortable, it was the whores, they were making it clear I wasn't welcome. The realisation made her feel better, and as a grin spread to her lips she decided to run the gauntlet again later, she would return, then she would walk that street with confidence, savouring the approving looks of the perverted men watching her, and hopefully lusting for her too.

"Excuse me Miss, have you got any spare change?"

Anna stopped instantly and turned to the voice that had drifted up from beside a large refuse bin at the end of a dark alley to her left. "Change?" she repeated, then shook her head at her own naivety. The man dressed in rags wanted charity, a hand out to buy food or more likely, alcohol.

"Just a few pennies," he pleaded as he held out a dirty hand, "I've not eaten for days!"

"Hang on a minute," Anna smiled, then opened her purse. "I can't give you pennies," she added as she pulled out a ten and folded it neatly before pressing it into his hand.

The dishevelled man gasped as his eyes focussed on her generosity.

"I don't know what to say Miss," he gasped as he struggled to his feet, his torn jacket falling away from one shoulder and his ripped trousers gaping to reveal underpants that were clearly filthy, the smell of him told her that much, even though the low light hid the full extent.

"You are an angel Miss," he said quietly as he grasped her hand, "I've never met anyone like you before, and you are so pretty!"

"You think I'm pretty?" Anna asked quietly as she debated if she should try to break the firm grasp he had on her hand.

"Beautiful, Miss." he replied, "And you smell so wonderful, like flowers in summer."

Anna grinned and decided not to pull away too quickly, he may have been a filthy tramp but he certainly had a way with words.

"So you like the smell of me?" she chuckled, "It's just cheap body spray."

"Excuse my saying Miss," the tramp said instantly, "But your body deserves the very best... nothing cheap should ever touch your perfect skin."

"Perfect skin?" she giggled, "You can't see my skin, not in this light."

"I know it's perfect," he replied, and ran a finger across the back of her hand, "I don't have to see you to know that. You are beautiful, you have a generous and gracious mind, and I just know that you have the most perfect body."

"You're quite the charmer," she said quietly as he griped her hand a little harder, "So now you have given me the flattery... what's next?"

Clearly the man had an agenda, or why was he still holding her so tightly.

"Nothing to fear," he said, "It's just nice to talk to someone who doesn't turn away from the dirt and the smell, someone who sees me as a human being not just more garbage on the street."

"I don't see any dirt, and I certainly don't smell anything," she lied, "I just see a man who has obviously been kicked by life."

"Kicked hard, Miss," he replied, just as he began to draw her hand toward him, "I lost everything, home, family, wife... everything!"

What the hell is he doing she asked herself as she released the resistance in her arm, what was he trying to achieve?

"I'm sorry to hear that," Anna replied quietly, then swallowed softly as she realised his intentions. Her hand was being guided gently yet firmly to the gaping rent in his trousers and the dirty underpants within. "How long have you been on the streets?"

"Three years now!" he whispered as she allowed him to guide her fingertips against a rapidly swelling bulge. "Three years since anyone has shown me any kindness... until tonight."

What the hell are you doing Anna? she questioned silently as her fingertips pressed against his erection, have I gone completely crazy... or am I becoming depraved?

Disgusting images were spinning inside her head, she saw herself diving deeper into the pit of shame that had opened up when Colin had cum on her face. But what harm will it do she added as she worked her fingers around the grubby fabric of his y-fronts and teased out a cock that smelled so strong she almost gagged.

"Then I am happy that I have ended your three year run of bad luck," she said, her fingers working back his foreskin, the sour smell increasing with her efforts. "I guess no-one has done this for you recently either?"