homeless woman

"Hey! Get up, we're open for business!" That familiar voice shouted in my ear, and I immediately jumped up.

"How come it's already seven o'clock?" I rubbed my eyes and looked at the person who spoke to me.

"Yeah, yeah, hurry up, or I'll get yelled at by the manager. You're affecting our business.

" "Okay." I stood up, stretched my numb arms, and then walked to the fountain in the center of the square to wash my face and brush my teeth when no one was looking. I slung my backpack over my shoulder, picked up my guitar, and started my day's work.

I walked to a street, grabbed a small stool and a plastic bowl, sat down, and began to play and sing. I was lucky today; as soon as I started singing, someone threw two one-yuan coins into my bowl. Looks like breakfast is in the bag. I stopped, stretched my arms, and began to play seriously.

People passing by looked at me with curiosity, and I looked back with curiosity as well. If a woman walked by, my gaze would naturally fall on her most prominent feature; if a man came by, my gaze would fall on his pockets.

I'm a wandering performer, and I've been wandering around for four years, relying on my meager skills to travel from one city to another. I stay in each city for more than ten days, exploring all the interesting places before trying to find a way to move on to the next. I'm a wandering performer, not a beggar, but many people equate me with beggars because we look so alike. Many professional beggars, like me, also come out with musical instruments to ask for money.

I'm educated; after graduating from middle school, I joined the army. After three years, I returned and was preparing to look for a job when tragedy struck my family. My parents went out to run errands, and their bus fell into the river. I have no siblings, and my parents have a few distant relatives, but I didn't go to them. I was alone at home, not knowing what to do. A kind neighbor and her husband took on the responsibility of taking care of me. At

that time, I lost all confidence and didn't know what to do. I just spent my days at home playing my guitar. Gradually, I emerged from my grief. My neighbor had a child; their family wasn't well-off, and having a child added to their burden. To thank them for helping me through this difficult time, I gave them a large portion of the money my father had left me, and also let them use my house so they could rent it out and earn a little extra money.

My parents' passing made me lazy. I didn't know what kind of work to do, so I just wandered around aimlessly every day, eating at my neighbor's house. One night, I suddenly had a whim to go out and try my luck. So, I set off the next day. Unfortunately, I was robbed of all my money soon after I left, leaving me only with a guitar. So, I started imitating the street musicians on TV, using the guitar to earn money for food. After a while, I found it somewhat interesting, and thus began my journey, traveling from city to city, quite peacefully. But this peace was only superficial. In every city I visited, I was besieged by the local beggars. Fortunately, I had served in the military and had some fighting skills, so no major conflicts occurred.

I'm not afraid of beggars, I'm afraid of the urban management officers. It's like that in every city. They see homeless people like me, and without a second thought, they beat you up, then take you to the civil affairs department, and finally forcibly send you home. I'm lucky; I always manage to escape them.

That's how I started my day's work. My guitar playing wasn't very good at first, but after practicing more, I became more proficient, and I could play most songs. But there are people better than me—professional beggars who play mournful music on the erhu every day. Some even bring children to beg. I'm truly impressed by them; they're professionals! And many passersby are willing to give money to the older beggars, so my income is much less, but it's enough for my food and drink for the day.

The street I'm on is in a good location because the other end of the street is the city's largest cultural square. This street is a must-pass for people coming here. I originally wanted to perform in the square, but it's very strictly controlled there. Even cleaners or bicycle watchers can bully people in our line of work.

Time flies, and another day has passed. Today's income was so-so, only a little over thirty yuan. A beggar not far from me is the leader of this area; he earns at least eighty yuan a day. He's a great actor; tears come easily, and he naturally looks like he's been abused, so he easily gains people's sympathy. I've always wondered why he doesn't pursue a career in acting.

Watching the sun set, I stood up and packed my things. It's still early, not time to sleep yet. I actually have two places to sleep. One is in a house where many homeless people and beggars gather. They all rent a place together; during the day, the weak and sick stay behind to watch over things, and at night everyone comes back to rest together.

The other place is where I often go—a mobile phone store. It has two doors; one is an outer glass door leading to a small corridor with a security door inside. Usually, they only close the security door at night, not the outer glass door, so I can sleep in that small corridor. It's quiet and comfortable there.

I have my own bedding, all in my big backpack, which also contains my diary and some canned food—my spare supplies. But tonight I can't sleep at Xiaolingtong's place; as usual, I'm sleeping in the house. I get along fairly well with the beggars in the house because I've successfully helped them escape the city management officers' "hunts" a few times, and I even taught them a few words. So they like me, and I go there every other day to chat with them.

"What should we do? Fight them?" I heard someone say as I reached the door, and the atmosphere inside seemed quite lively. I immediately pushed open the door and went out.

Naturally, there were no beds in the beggars' and homeless people's quarters. The house seemed quite large; everyone had their own spot, with their belongings scattered around. The house reeked of a foul odor—cigarette smoke, the smell of unwashed clothes, and the stench of feet and body odor. Although I'd been with them for a while, coming here still made me feel nauseous.

Inside the house, everyone was sitting on the floor. In the middle, someone was kneeling with their head bowed, bound by ropes. The person's features were unclear, but it was vaguely discernible as a woman.

"Hey, Brother Hu," the gang leader greeted me as I entered.

"Yeah, hello everyone," I greeted the others.

"Hello~~~" My arrival added a lively atmosphere to the room.

"What happened?" I asked, sitting down next to the gang leader and taking the cigarette he offered.

"This bitch is new here. She started asking for things without telling us. We brought her here to teach her a lesson before bringing her back with us. But instead of being grateful, she injured one of our men and tried to run away with our stuff. Well, she's been caught." The gang leader took a deep drag on his cheap cigarette.

"What are you planning to do with her?" I took the cigarette from him and lit mine with his.

"We don't know yet. Let's see what the brothers think." "The gang leader said.

"Brother, how about this? Let's keep all the money and valuables she has, and then each of us brothers can have our way with her." A beggar walked over and said.

"Great idea! We can finally have some fun!" The gang leader laughed, and the others in the house laughed too.

I couldn't help but laugh as well. These beggars really hadn't been with a woman in a long time; all they thought about was money and food. I was the same. After wandering around for over a few years, I had completely lost interest in women. But thankfully, my thing hadn't broken down yet; it would get hard for a while every day to protest. I had no choice but to take care of it with my hand each time.

Hearing them say that, I couldn't help but glance at the woman a few more times. She looked up at me too, and our eyes met. Her face was dark, as if she hadn't washed in a long time, and her clothes were dirty but not torn. Judging from her appearance, she was at least 28 years old.

"Hiss—" I gasped.

"Brother Hu, what's wrong? Cold?" the gang leader asked me.

"Nothing, boss. How about I take this woman? I'll buy everyone cigarettes," I said, staring at her.

"Brother Hu, take it if you want. If it weren't for your help, we'd definitely be back by now, wouldn't you say? And you even taught us to read!" the gang leader said.

"Yeah—yes—" everyone in the room chimed in.

"Then I won't be polite," I said, taking out 20 yuan of my wages from my pocket and handing it to him. "Buy everyone cigarettes." "What are you saying? We're all family, no need to be so polite." He feigned reluctance for a moment, but finally accepted the money. After taking it, he ordered someone to untie her ropes.

"You bitch, if it weren't for Brother Hu, you'd be in big trouble today," the gang leader said.

"Come with me," I said.

The woman nodded and followed me out.

"Thank you," she said as soon as we stepped out of the house. "

Don't mention it, we're all in the same line of work," I said. "Let's go our separate ways now, take your things." She picked up her tattered canvas bag. "Well… I'm new here and not familiar with the area yet, could I stay with you for a while?" "Heh, alright, if you're not afraid I'm a bad guy, then come with me," I said.

"Thank you," she said, walking up to me and taking my guitar.

We walked around the streets a few times, then I took her to the fountain to wash her face. She temporarily regained her normal appearance and looked alright.

I checked my watch; it was almost ten o'clock. So I led her to my temporary lodgings. The place was still open, so we sat outside and waited until everyone else left and the security door closed before we went into the small hallway.

I took out some bedding from my backpack and spread it on the floor. Since it was already autumn, it was still a bit chilly. She opened her canvas bag, but what she took out were several rags and newspapers.

"Gurgle..." her stomach growled.

"Sigh..." I sighed, then took two cans of food, a bottle of water, and a loaf of bread from my backpack and handed them to her.

"Thank you!" she said repeatedly.

"Don't mention it, eat something first," I said.

She wolfed down her food, and I leaned against the wall watching her eat, finding it quite amusing. She looked like she hadn't eaten for days. She quickly finished everything. I took out a cigarette and offered it to her; many homeless people smoke, and I figured she was no exception. Sure enough, she took it, and I offered her mine to light.

"Hoo..." She leaned against the wall, skillfully exhaling a smoke ring.

"How did you get caught?" I asked.

"Sigh... I didn't expect to run into trouble so soon after arriving in this city. I just wanted to make some money, but they found out and said I was taking up their space. Then they forcibly dragged me into that house. Because there weren't many people there during the day, I tried to run away, but I was discovered again. In desperation, I injured someone," she said quietly.

Her words were roughly the same as the gang leader's.

"Be careful in the future. It's best to blend in with them, otherwise, it's hard to make a living in our line of work. Are you homeless or begging?" I asked.

"Is there a difference?" “Of course, I’m just a homeless person. I earn my travel expenses with my little skills and then move on to the next place. A beggar’s job is to beg for money, that’s all,” I said.

“But some beggars travel from city to city,” she said.

“This…” I couldn’t answer for a moment. I might already be a beggar now.

“When I was at home, I thought I was very happy. I had everything and lived a very comfortable life,” she said. “I guess it was too comfortable. I started looking for excitement everywhere, started using drugs, and I squandered all my family’s wealth. My husband divorced me, my parents were heartbroken, and I regretted it. So I decided to quit drugs, but no matter how hard I tried at home, I couldn’t quit. So I ran away from home and started living a homeless life, begging for food. Three years passed, and I finally kicked the habit. But when I returned home, my parents had already passed away. I felt that nothing was meaningful anymore, so I decided to stay home and wander.” “Hehe, we’re both in the same boat,” I said. "Alright, get some rest. You need to get up early tomorrow, or the staff at this shop will kick you out." "Okay." She agreed, then spread out the newspaper, lay down on it, and covered herself with several tattered sheets.

I also covered myself with a blanket; sitting on the street all day was really uncomfortable, and I fell asleep not long after lying down.

"Achoo! Achoo!!" I was sleeping comfortably when I was woken up by a series of sneezes. I opened my eyes and saw her curled up to one side, shivering.

"What's wrong? Your health is so poor." I got up and went to her, then woke her up.

"Is...is something wrong?" she asked.

"If you're not scared, come and sleep with me. You'll freeze to death sooner or later if you keep going like this," I said.

"Then..." She was silent for a moment before nodding with difficulty.

We crawled into my bed together. She turned away, not daring to look at me, her rather full buttocks pressed against my lower body. My hand naturally rested on her waist, and she didn't object. We had a tacit understanding, like an old married couple.

I closed my eyes. Although my mind wasn't wandering, a certain part of my body was already stirring. My hand on her waist seemed unsatisfied; I had a urge to touch her breasts, but the overwhelming sleepiness suppressed that urge.

Falling asleep again was a comfortable thing for me, but I hadn't slept for long before I felt short of breath, as if something was pressing down on me. I had to open my eyes. I saw her on top of me, her lips kissing my neck, her warm breath tickling my skin.

"You…" I was about to speak when she suddenly covered my mouth with her hand.

"Don't refuse me… please… don't say anything, okay…" she said, her voice trembling with tears.

I nodded, and she released my hand, then kissed my lips fiercely. Her tongue, like a dragon, swirled in my mouth, while my tongue remained passive, letting her play with it.

After the kiss, I felt like my whole body was on fire, a burning heat enveloping me. Her hands slowly unbuttoned my shirt, and then her tongue licked my nipples. Her tongue felt unusually cool compared to my feverish body.

I couldn't resist slipping my hand under her clothes. After some exploration, I felt two soft mounds. As my fingers began to play with her nipples, her hand had already pulled down my pants, tightly gripping my rock-hard penis, her fingers occasionally rubbing my glans.

After playing with it for a while, she released her hand and then took off her clothes herself. Although there was a floor lamp in the hallway, its light was ineffective; I couldn't see her body at all.

After she took off her clothes, she returned to my side. My hand, guided by hers, went down to her vulva. As I began to rub between her labia, she moaned and grabbed my other hand, putting it in her mouth and sucking on it.

I felt her vulva was exceptionally comfortable to touch. Unlike her slightly rough body, it was incredibly smooth and wet, which felt wonderful.

Suddenly, she released my finger, turned around, and straddled my chest. She lay between my legs, grasping my penis with both hands. Before I could even react, I felt a tickling sensation on my penis—her tongue was exploring it. Her

full buttocks were right in front of my face, and I could breathe in the scent of her vulva. Although it was a bit pungent, it excited me immensely, banishing all sleepiness. I reached out my left hand and gently probed inside her vagina. She actually used her vagina to tighten and loosen my finger—it was truly rare. I only knew that people could control the tightness and looseness of the anus to maintain unobstructed bowel movements, but I never imagined that the vagina could be controlled as well.

She had completely taken my glans into her mouth—teeth, lips, tongue, throat, cheeks—she used every part she could, taming my penis completely.

I forcefully spread her buttocks with both hands, then stuck out my tongue to taste her vagina. It was alkaline, with a slightly fishy smell, but it was this rare taste that made me suck even harder.

She gently swayed her body up and down, and my tongue moved in and out of her vagina like pistons. The pleasure on my penis made me involuntarily throb in her mouth.

We played with each other like this, head to tail, for a while, until she finally turned around and straddled me again. Then she pulled up the blanket that had slipped to the side and draped it over herself, grabbed my penis, and placed the head of my penis between her labia.

'Plop!' Before she could move, I thrust hard, and my penis slid in.

She lowered her body and moved her hips up and down forcefully, our naked upper bodies pressed tightly together.

'Sizzle! Sizzle!' The sound of our genitals rubbing against each other echoed in the small corridor.

'Why!' Before I could finish my question, she covered my mouth with her hand.

"Wait...wait a minute...I...I'll tell you..." she said while vigorously stroking me.

I hadn't been with a woman for a long time, so I quickly felt an orgasm approaching. I straightened my upper body, and we hugged tightly. My hands gripped her back tightly, and the rhythm of my thrusts became a little erratic.

"You...you want to...?" she asked in my ear.

I nodded.

"Think about Chinese football..." she suddenly said inexplicably.

I didn't think much of it. My mind followed her words and thought of Chinese football, of ten people and twenty legs on the field failing to watch the ball properly. Suddenly, I felt the urge to ejaculate stop. It was a miracle; she was married after all, experienced.

I took a deep breath, adjusted my angle, and began rhythmic thrusting.

"I...I can't take it anymore..." she suddenly said after we had been doing it for more than ten minutes.

"Let's do it together." "I said, banishing thoughts of Chinese football from my mind, and forcefully kneaded her soft breasts.

'Ahhhhh!' We both cried out simultaneously, then reached climax together. My semen gushed into her vagina like a burst dam. She kissed my lips frantically, with incredible force, as if trying to bite them off.

We lay down weakly. I stroked her sweat-drenched body, while her hands focused on playing with my nipples. My penis remained inside her, enjoying its warmth.

I don't know when, but a sliver of light appeared on the horizon.

'Why?' I said.

'Pull your thing out first, and I'll tell you,' she said.

I immediately pulled my penis out of her vagina, and she bent down to clean the semen off it.

'How long have you been wandering?' she suddenly asked.

'Two years,' I said.

'Don't you want to go home in these two years?' she said.

'I've thought about it, but what's the point of going back? My family is gone.' 'Do you know...'" During these past few years of wandering, I've thought not only about going home, but also about having a new home. You know how lonely it is to be all alone out there? I know you're a good person, so I'm willing to give myself to you." She said a string of things that confused me.

"You mean, you're willing to be with me?" I asked nervously.

"Yes!" she nodded, "if you don't mind." "Hehe, I haven't thought about finding a wife, but I don't reject women. You just need to take good care of my little brother every day," I said.

"Of course." As she spoke, she knelt between my legs again, sucking my penis with her lips.

My still-erect penis became aroused again, and I immediately pressed her down, then lifted one of her legs, ready to give her a good pounding.

"Get up, we're about to open for business." That familiar voice suddenly rang out from outside.

"Ah! Quick! Get dressed!" I immediately rolled off her and frantically put on my clothes.

That day, we fled the store looking disheveled. I don't know what was wrong with that guy, coming so early today. As a result, we both caught a cold.

Wandering alone can be interesting sometimes, but it feels different when you're with someone, especially if a woman is with you. At first, I thought about us making money together with my guitar, but after a while, I had a strong desire to go home. Finally, the time came. I thought about it for a long time, then told her my idea, and of course, she agreed.

We were eventually caught in a raid and reluctantly sent back to my hometown.

Wanderers always want to go home.

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