Groping - Part 5

It was a cold day in August. There was ice on the breeze and I had headed down town to help dad try to round up some homeless people to book into a shelter for the night. I was a large area in the heart of London beneath Waterloo station. Once the home to hundreds of people, now only a hundred or so remain. Dad met me at the entrance to cardboard city and we started to do our rounds. Most people were terrified of leaving their spot, because once you left, even for one night, someone was likely to take their place.

By the time we were half way through the city we had sent just two people off to a shelter with our ticket to prove they had spoken to us. We approached a crumpled old man, in clothes that seemed held together by dirt and a wish. As we got closer, we were hit by a stench that really should only be smelt in a sewer. I crouched down and introduced myself and you turned and offered me a gappy smile. You put a hand to the back of my head and kiss me deeply as you lay a hand on my tit and started to knead and grope me as if it were your right. You let me go and I tumble onto my ass shocked to see your new disguise. I look up at dad and he is looking down at me a frown on his face. He kneels down as though to help me up which he does, but by my hair and frog marches me to a small area just behind you where there is a single stained mattress and he pushes me back on it. He pushes my legs apart and lies down between them and rests his head on my breasts nuzzling and teasing my teats. He pushes his hand up my top and looks at my swollen titties then takes one into his mouth and starts to suck rhythmically. I cringe unable to ignore that it is my dad suckling me, his hard cock humping me on a stained mattress. You are standing over us grinning in enjoyment of the perverted scene. You pull down my jeans and pull my knickers to one side, pull out my dad’s cock so that now his cock is rubbing between my pussy lips, as you stand back cock in hand watching my distressed face. I close my eyes tight as I feel my dad's hard cock rubbing hard up against my clit. Dad is breathing heavily as he switches from nipple to nipple, slurping loudly, sucking noisily, until finally you touch his shoulder and he stops. You both help me to my feet, and I wipe my tears of disgust from my face. You adjust my jeans so I can walk through the underpass. The Homeless are invisible too so they all notice the woman with the exposed lactating tits walking amongst them and they follow touching and squeezing my heavy udders, stopping me to suckle from my nutritious milk jugs. We stop at the soup kitchen that has been set up. These volunteers say hi not noticing that my dripping tits are out and dad is caressing them. They chat to us as you suckle me slapping my ass and are happy for dad to pop me at the end of the short food table and rest my feet on a chair. As the homeless collect their food they stop at their final dispensary and collect some milk. Some squeeze my tits into a cup and others more eager for their thirst to be quenched suckle hard from a teat like eager puppies. The chair is pushed to one side as some want to push their hard dirty cocks into my denim covered pussy or soft thigh; others rub their cocks and balls in my hands. One man puts his food down kisses my neck down to my tits his fingers fumbling on the zip of my jeans trying to get them off. You touch him and he immediately become like one of the volunteers, oblivious. He picks up his food and goes to sit, watching, but seeing nothing. The stench of them all in the enclosed place is overwhelming and though I am used to it at such close quarters I struggle not to wretch. They sit eating watching me, happier than I have ever seen them, but dad looks at me in disdain, sits and pulls me over his knee and begins to spank me. With each slap there is a cheer as my dad tells me what a slut I am for letting all these men suckle me. Again you smile and pull me off my dad’s lap. The soup kitchen has packed up and dad gets up to leave with them.

I stay all night and you take me from area to area making sure that all the homeless in the underpass get to suckle and use my tits. When dad returns I am covered in spunk, my jeans are ripped and my titties for the first time have been emptied, but I am happy to have left them all so satisfied.