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Cindy Hammons walked around the corner ready to cross the street to her building where she lived with her boyfriend Fred. They had moved in the week before and she enjoyed living in the city. She looked both ways before crossing, rolling her makeup bag behind her. She had just a few hours to grab something to eat before she was off to her next appointment. Cindy was a makeup artist. Mostly she did weddings and some theatre work but lately she had begun working on businessmen and women. It was fun to transform a dreary, tired looking executive into someone not even he or she recognized.As she pulled the bag up on the sidewalk again, she noticed something from the corner of her eye. A large bundle of dirty clothing lay close to the entrance to the building. As she passed it, she looked closer and noticed it actually moved. It was a person.“Hey, you can’t stay here. There is a shelter a few blocks away,” she said in a kind voice. She used to help out at a shelter when she was younger and knew how much good they did.“Fuck off bitch and leave me alone,” came the harsh answer from within the bundle.Cindy ignored it and went into her building. Many of the vagrants had mental issues or were just angry at the world. In the elevator she checked her face in the mirror. She liked to look good for Fred. Her makeup was perfect as expected and her hair was in place even though the breeze had given it a hard time during the five-block walk. She wore tight fitting jeans a simple white top and a leather jacket that ended just above her hips. Practical and stylish.As she approached the door to their apartment, she could hear music; Iron Maiden blaring out of the speakers.She found Fred in the kitchen using a fork and a spoon as drum sticks playing in the air.“Honey, honey!” she shouted.Fred jumped at the sound of her voice and then used the remote he had in his pocket to lower the music.“Hey, baby. I didn’t hear you come in.”He came forward to hug her. Fred was wearing an apron that had the text “Master Chef” stencilled on the front and nothing else.Cindy smiled as she saw his cock harden, poking at the apron.“Hey, I see you are cooking. What’s for lunch?”He hugged her and they kissed. “Some tasty German Bratwurst is what’s for lunch.”Cindy giggled and lifted the apron. Behind it, Fred’s cock stood at attention. A large red cockhead and the thick shaft with protruding veins.“Looks good, how the sauce that comes with it?” she said while stroking him.Fred was fumbling with her jacket and then her top. He got them off her and then undid her bra which fell to the floor spilling out her firm C cups. He licked each nipple in turn and then nuzzled her neck. “Hot and a lot of it, it’s all for you.”“Really, all this for me?”“Mm, get Bostancı Escort out of those jeans.”She did and her white thong followed them. Fred lifted her up and placed her on the dining table. Behind her was the window that faced the street. She lay back and wrapped her legs around Fred’s hips. He grabbed his cock and lined it up with her shaved pussy.“You are so hot, baby,” he mumbled as he pressed himself inside her.“Ah, yes, god you feel good.”Fred watched as his cock slid in and out of Cindy. Her pussy stretching and becoming wetter. Her legs pulling him closer, her boobs moving with her body as it rocked with his thrusts.Cindy closed her eyes and let Fred do all the work, and he was good. She loved the way he fucked her. Few men had ever made her come with their dicks but Fred could. She grabbed the edges of the table and lifted her body a little. Fred pumped harder and faster. She could hear from his breathing he wasn’t far from coming, but that was no problem she herself was on the edge.Cindy arched her back a little then she thrashed with her head, her long dirty blonde hair spilling out.“Oh, oh, here I come, fuck me harder, baby,” she moaned.Fred felt her pussy clutching his cock as her body tensed and she stopped moving. He gave it a few more thrusts before pulling out. Grabbing his cock, he jerked it and within seconds large globs of cum shot out spraying Cindy. Some flew as far as her face but most landed on her boobs with their hard nipples.Cindy giggled and wiped some cum off her lips. Fred moved back and she sat up with her legs dangling over the table.“Why didn’t you come inside me?”“I thought it would be sexy to come on your boobs.”She played with the cum that slowly ran down her boobs and dripping onto her legs. “It sure is warm. I need a shower. Finish lunch and I’ll be right back.”Fred added salt and pepper to the Carbonara sauce he was making.Cindy and he had met at college. He was working on his MBA when he had met the sexy undergrad at a party. It had been love at first sight. They spent every waking hour together if they weren’t in class. When he graduated, he stayed in town for two years while Cindy studied and finally graduated. That’s when they had decided to move to the city. Fred found work as an investment banker while Cindy worked hard being a makeup artist.Slowly she grew a customer base and now she was doing great. He was very proud of her and often bragged to friends and co-workers about her.“Is it ready, I’m starving?”He turned and there was Cindy. She wore slacks, a white blouse with her hair and makeup to perfection. It was hard to believe he had been fucked hard just twenty minutes earlier. That was one thing he loved about her. Bostancı Escort Bayan Most women took time to get ready, not Cindy. She could go from vicious hangover to a cover girl looks faster than it took him to finish a cup of coffee.“Yes, have a seat. There is something I need to tell you.”She did and he placed their plates on the table.“What’s up?” she asked.“I need to go out of town this weekend. A client is in town and he wants to go golfing.”“Okay, that’s fine. I can hang out with Emma if I get bored.”Emma was a friend from college who had also moved to the city after graduating.“You sure, you are not upset?”“Why would I be? It’s your work.”“Okay, cool. How’s the pasta?”“Fantastic, as usual.”Cindy walked out of the elevator an hour later. Her pussy still felt slightly stretched and she had a stupid grin on her face. After lunch, Fred had fucked her again, but this time he had come inside her. Another shower but no clothes change this time.The bundle was still lying on the sidewalk.“Are you sure you wouldn’t be better off at a shelter?” she asked when she stopped by it.It moved and a face showed. A heavy grey beard and long dirty hair framed it. It was smudged with dirt and the lips were cracked. Blue eyes stared back at her in defiance. “Leave me the fuck alone, woman.”“Okay, okay, I just want to help. No need to be rude.”“Fuck off, bitch.” the face turned into the dirty blankets.Cindy sighed and walked on, heading for the closest subway station two blocks away.Later that evening when she came back the man was still there but he had moved closer to the stairs leading up to Cindy’s building. As she passed him, he said.“Spare some change, lady?”“No, you were rude to me.”“Fuck you then, rich bitch.”She ignored him and sighed going up the stairs.After dinner, she and Fred watched TV and snuggled in the sofa with a bottle of wine. As usual, it led to him suckling on her boobs and then they moved into the bedroom where he fucked her. Cindy loved having such an active sex life even though they had been together for a long time. Many of the women she worked on often complained about the lack of attention they got from their husbands or boyfriend. She couldn’t put herself in their shoes because she had never had that problem with Fred.He wasn’t her first, far from it. Ever since she turned sixteen, Cindy had had an active sex life. She wasn’t promiscuous, at least she didn’t think so. She just liked to fuck and explore her own sexuality. She had even had a lesbian experience in high school and while it was fun it wasn’t really her thing. No, she loved the feeling of a hard cock penetrating her tight pussy and how it filled her up with it’s hot cum.The morning Fred Escort Bostancı was to leave they had breakfast together and she mentioned the vagrant outside. He had been there for almost a week now and some of the other tenants had complained.“Maybe you should call the cops?” suggested Fred over his black coffee.“No, he hasn’t done anything wrong apart from being rude.”“He could be dangerous.”“Doubt it, I don’t even think he drinks. He never smells of alcohol.”Fred got up and placed his mug and plate in the sink. “I got to go, baby. See you tomorrow evening.”They kissed goodbye in the door and when Fred was gone Cindy took a shower and got dressed.It was a warm spring day and the sun was shining. She put on her sunglasses and turned right, heading for the park a few blocks away.The vagrant was sitting on the sidewalk with his face to the sun. Cindy stopped. He hadn’t noticed her yet. From where she stood, she noted his jawline and the way his face came to life under the dirt. He had at one point been a very handsome man, she realized.“Good morning,” she said expecting some nasty words from him.“Hi, there. I’m sorry for being an asshole these days.”Cindy’s jaw dropped and she just stared at him before saying. “Okay, that’s cool.”He smiled at her. “I get angry sometimes and I take it out on people around me, not your fault.”“Can I help you in anyway, food maybe?”He shook his head slowly and scratched his beard. “No, I’m fine. Thanks anyway.”She left him and headed for the park. She liked to sit on a bench and watch the people walking by. It was relaxing and during a day like this, she got some sun on her. While she people watched she thought back to the man outside her building. Her uncle Derek had been a vagrant. In the beginning, he was a successful insurance salesman but then drugs and alcohol had taken hold of him. As the years went by it got worse up until her family stopped helping him. He lost his job, house and family. He ended up on the streets and finally died of an overdose in a dirty alley.It had hurt her and she had often wondered what would have happened if anyone had given him a helping hand instead of pushing him away. She was only a young girl when this happened but from that day she decided to help those in need.On her way back home she stopped at a thrift store and bought clothes and shoes. As she walked up to her building she saw that the man was still there.“What’s your name?” she asked.“Tom. Why do you want to know?”She hunkered down in front of him. “I want to help you. I bought you some clothes and I want you to come with me. You can shower and I’ll make you something to eat.”He looked at her with suspicion. “What’s in it for you?”“Nothing, I just want to help.”“Will you call the cops while I shower? Maybe tell them a story how I broke into your apartment?”She laughed. “No, nothing like that. I just knew someone who ended up like you and I don’t want you to end up the same as him.”“Who was it and what happened.”“My uncle and he died.”“Sorry.”“C’mon, you can tell me your story over lunch.”