Laura 09 – Laura Gives to the Poor by WolfyLikes
Continued from Laura Turns To Camming…
It had been a couple of months now since my camming peak show. I’d run out of ideas on how to top that night off and was getting fewer and fewer viewers, which meant fewer tokens, which in turn meant it was getting not worth doing any more unless I came up with a new idea.
I’d not gone mad with the excess cash I’d made that night with the three workmen, banking it and leaving it for a rainy day. That rainy day had come and gone, there wasn’t much left and the rent on the apartment had gone up a little more. Finding it hard to keep my rent paid while only working part-time due to being at University, I needed a payday from somewhere. Saying that I had six months left on my course before hopefully a pass would lead to better employment.
I was one month away from my twenty-first birthday. I wasn’t in the mood for celebrating it, more hoping people would give me money instead of useless presents. I didn’t want to come across as being a diva about it, presents I could sell on would be fine. The people giving the presents must just never find out.
I’d started walking to Uni as long as it wasn’t due to rain, saving a little money on fuel costs. I’d had to buy a cheap car after bailing out my step-dad, but it had already needed small repairs twice in the last month. Not driving saved the risk of more money outlays.
Walking back from Uni after being in the pub for a couple of drinks that Izzy had insisted on buying me, I found myself needing the toilet. I was about ten minutes from home and knew I wouldn’t hold it that long. I was walking along a back road with no shops on it and decided not to be cheeky and knock on the door of a house. However much I needed to go, in their shoes I’d have been angry if someone knocked on my door just wanting to use my toilet.
I looked around, my stomach started to gripe as my bladder was full. I saw an old disused building, an old library if I remember right, it had closed about three years ago. The front was boarded up but I noticed an open doorway towards the back. Glancing around and seeing nobody about, I found a gap in the wire fence and ran amongst the grass and weeds to go through the door.
There was dirt and rubble everywhere, part of the roof looked like it had caved in. I moved off to the left, away from the open doorway, looking for somewhere I could go. I saw a wall and walked over quickly. I was glad I was wearing a skirt, as I was close to pissing myself now. I squatted, pulled my knickers to one side and let it flow out of me, relief showed as I sighed loudly, partly that I’d not pissed myself. The sound of the gushing liquid splashing on the concrete floor sounded like a thunderstorm in the quiet surroundings, and I wondered if it was loud enough that someone may hear me from the footpath I’d left.
I finished after what seemed like an eternity and grabbed a tissue from my bag to wipe myself off. I thought I heard a sound coming from the opposite wall, and peered over to see. Despite it still being sunny outside, this part of the building still had the roof over it and was quite enclosed, so it was quite dark. I couldn’t see anything, but still crouching I inched closer and closer until I could see some cardboard lying on the floor, and a few dirty old blankets too.
Suddenly I stopped perfectly still and tried to hold my breath. There was a body lying motionless on the cardboard! I listened again and could hear breathing. Was it mine down, echoing around? I edged a little closer and could see his chest rising and falling a little.
He was dirty, his clothes ripped and holes everywhere, a large rip started at the bottom of his jumper, his grey jogging trousers ripped and with dirty marks all over. His hair was long and matted, his beard unkempt and bushy. He was probably younger than he looked, but I still guessed at him being around sixty years old. His eyes were closed, but I looked behind me. He probably wouldn’t have been able to see me where I’d pissed, but would he have heard me and was pretending?
I jumped as he stirred, his body twisting as he moved further onto his back. I held my breath again, then gasped louder than I wanted to. His trousers were twisted, the legs tightened at the top, and I gasped because the outline of his cock was clearly visible. He was a very nice size, it looked around seven inches long despite being flaccid still. I felt my stomach tingle.
Then I felt disgusted. What the fuck are you doing, look at the state of him? He does look like he’s got a good-sized cock, but he’s filthy and could have anything from sleeping rough. I turned and moved away slowly, still crouching. Getting to the doorway, I stood and ran to the path, and didn’t stop running until I was home.
Getting home I needed a shower. Not only had running back made me sweaty, seeing how dirty he was had made my skin feel uncomfortable, I felt like something was scratching me. I hope he hadn’t got fleas or something. Despite that, I couldn’t shake the image of his cock from my mind. Despite how he looked, it had turned me on and made me realise I hadn’t had sex for almost a week. I picked up one of my suction dildos and took it in the shower with me.
While in there I ran through a scenario where he’d awoken, and I asked him if he wanted to come back to mine to eat and clean himself up. I imagined walking into the bathroom and joining him in the shower, kneeling and taking the dildo into my mouth as though it was his cock. I stuck the dildo to the shower floor and rode it as though he’d lay down for me. I came, and it made me feel dirtier than before I’d started showering.
I went online that evening, not to do my own show but knew Izzy was online so logged in to watch her, and to comment. A few of her other viewers asked when I’d be doing a show next, and I said I was planning something hopefully soon. Izzy asked if I’d done anything dirty lately, and I admitted I’d masturbated over a homeless guy.
The chat went mad, and I had to admit I hadn’t literally masturbated over him, just thinking about him after seeing his cock. Someone posted that they’d pay good tokens to see that, and I perked up and asked what he meant.
“To see you stand over him, masturbating, then coming all over him,” he said.
Someone else said it wouldn’t be allowed for being in public, and someone else said if it was a disused building it didn’t count. My heart was racing, but I knew I was raining on Izzy’s parade, and her viewers were talking about me now. I told them I’d think it through and be back online the following night so Izzy could carry on.
Just over an hour later she phoned me. I apologised for ruining her night, but she said despite most people still talking about me, most stayed watching her and it was the most tokens she’d received all week. She asked if I’d given it any more thought, when I told her it would need some sorting out before I even thought about going through with it, she told me she’d be around the following afternoon to talk tactics with me.