Nasty Girl: Taking Out the Trash

Gradually, Donna regained her composure.  Her legs were
numb from kneeling.  Her left leg had fallen asleep.  She
was forced to sit on the floor until the blood rushed in
reviving it sufficiently so she could stand.

Looking at her cum covered face in the bathroom mirror,
Donna thought, "What a slut I've become.  I've got to get
a grip on myself.  I've got to clean up."  She washed off
her face, but not the mess in her hair.

Donna hurried into the kitchen, finished emptying all the
plates and started the dishwasher.  She grabbed the garbage
bag from under the sink and walked out the back door.

When she first spotted the large white man with the potbelly,
and dirty undershirt at her garbage can, Donna thought it
must be garbage day.  She had already started to hand him
the bag in her hand before she realized her mistake.

"Here, wait, I have some more garbage," shouted Donna.

Startled, the man looked up.  His first instinct had been
to flee until he noticed a string of semen hanging from
Donna's hair just above her left ear.

"Lady, don't worry, I'm not going to take your garbage,
I was just looking at it." the man mumbled in a low voice.

"Looking at what ?" asked Donna suspiciously realizing her
mistake.  This was no garage man.  He smelled like a wino.

"Looking at this," answered the man removing a discarded
aluminum TV Dinner tray from the top of the garbage can.
Underneath was a swarming mass of large black flies.

"Watch this," said the man, waving his hands to disperse
the flies from the rotten hamburger underneath.

Donna watched the hamburger move.  At first, she didn't
understand what she was seeing.  Then she realized that
the hamburger was maggot infested with small worms
wriggling in and out of the putrid meat.  There were so
many worms that the entire lump of hamburger meat appeared
to be alive and move.  The flies soon returned hiding the
worms from view again.  Donna felt nauseated.

"You're sick," said Donna.
The wino stared at the cum in her hair.
"Stop messing with my garbage." "
The wino backed up.
"Get out of here."
The wino hesitated.
"Leave now," Donna insisted shaking her head so hard that
the string of cum fell off.

The wino watched it fall to the asphalt before he slowly
took a large rusty kitchen knife out of his back pocket
pointing it directly between Donna's breasts, the tip
almost touching her blouse.

"Lady, don't tell me what to do."
Donna backed up.
"I'm tired of everyone telling me what to do."
Donna continued walking backwords.
"No bitch is going to tell me anything."
The point of the knife followed Donna all the way to the
back door of her house.

With the knife at her throat, the wino mumbled something
which Donna didn't understand.
"What ?" she asked.
"On your knees, bitch"
"Please, don't hurt me," she begged as she knelt on the
hard concrete pad at the back door.  Small bits of sandy
grit ground into her knees.

"Unzip me."
She unzipped his pants.
"Take it out."
She reached in and withdrew a wrinkled, smelly penis that
was uncircumsized and bent to the left.  It looked and
smelled as if it hadn't been washed in years.

"Suck on it, bitch."

She took the vile piece of flesh peeling back the foreskin
over the pale white head of the penis and stared at it.
The full light of the morning sun shining on it, made it
look like pale anemic appendage that wasn't even a part
of the wino's body.  The rest of his skin was either dirty
or tanned.

Desperate for some escape, Donna hesitated.

"Someone might see us, wouldn't it be better to go inside
the house ?" suggested Donna.

The wino paused for a minute, grabbed Donna by the back of
her hair and forced her mouth onto his hardening cock.  He
used his handhold on her hair like an extension of his own
hand, he fucked her mouth without any cooperation from
Donna.  She was just a object to be manipulated.  After
ten good thrusts into her open mouth, he pulled back on
her hair, releasing his still semi-limp cock from her
mouth.  It dripped her saliva down onto her black dress.

He pulled up on her hair until she was standing and forced
her into the house.  He took her directly to the bathroom,
forcing her onto her hands and knees in front of the
toilet bowel.

"Bitch, you suck good, but I've been drinking too much
wine.  I've gotta pee," mumbled the wino.

He grabbed her hair again forcing her head over the toilet
bowel and let loose.

A hot steamy stream of yellow urine flooded over Donna's
face and hair dripping down into the toilet.

"Open your mouth bitch"

Donna opened her mouth just a little and urine flowed in
onto her tongue.  It was warm, yellow, vile, and smelled
of ammonia.  Donna gagged and was on the verge of vomitting.
She wanted to vomit.  It would redeem her, make her pure
again, redeem some of her lost dignity.  If she couldn't
even puke when a wino pissed all over her face, maybe she
really was a slut, incapabble of redemption, beyond saving.
To be saved, she must feel enough shame, enough innocence to
vomit.  However, the gag susbsided.  The momment passed.
Donna did not vomit.  She was a slut beyond salvation.

For some reason, the wino left her there with her head over
the toilet bowel.  Her hair soaked with his urine.  In a
way it was the ultimate degradation.  Even a garbage
scrounging wino did not think her worthy of fucking.  He
would let her wash his dick off by sucking, or urinate on
her, but couldn't bother to screw her. He didn't flush the
toilet. He left the toilet seat up.  Donna was disgusted.

Exhausted by the ordeal, she stripped off her clothes,
showered, put on a nightgown, crawled into bed, and fell
asleep instantly.