Social Worker for the Homeless

Under a bridge near where I live: “Hello. My name is Lizzie and I’m a social worker. I am here to look after the sexual needs of homeless men in the area. I know many social workers offer d**g recovery, counseling, and medicine. And regular people even sometimes give you food. But I’m here to help make sure homeless men like you are also getting their sexual needs met. After all, sex is an important part of a full and happy life, right?” (The man I’m talking to stares back at me, uncertain, perhaps even a bit confused by recent d**g use.) “If you feel you need some sexual release, you could fuck me in your tent over there or behind those bushes. You just have to use one of these free condoms.” I hand it to him, and can see by the growing erection in his pants and the way he is looking at my cleavage that this fantasy is going to end exactly as I envision it, with him, and hopefully several of his friends, taking turns unloading inside my ass.

~ Lizzie