I Lured a Homeless Woman to My House, Hoping to Fuck Her

I (M40) met her (F32) at a Waffle House about a year ago. I had been throwing some money her way and occasional leftovers. I sat down at her booth one day and she started talking. After that day I made it a point to sit and talk with her whenever I saw her. <br><br>Inviting her to my house was the natural progression of our friendship. We continued talking and I began to notice how attractive she was. Before long, I was hoping we’d hook up. That’s why I invited her to my house. I could already tell she’d say yes to almost anything, and I took advantage of that.<br><br>When she came to my house for the first time, she didn’t know how to react. No one had treated her like that in a while. She had enough class to be disgusted by thehaus itself, but she was still impressed. Honestly, she didn’t ask enough questions, but she didn’t have to. I didn’t hide much. It wasn’t long to figure out I was rich, and I didn’t acquire that wealth by being a good person. It wasn’t hard to put those pieces together.<br><br>She watched me do coke a couple of times. I told her I was a high functioning addict. If that was really true, I wouldn’t have told her.<br><br>I took her out to eat a few times. To some pretty fancy restaurants. It was a stark contrast to the life she was used to, and she let me know she appreciated it. She said she hadn’t eaten a full meal in months.<br><br>I bought her some clothes. I was impressed by how well she put them together. Better than my other friends that were used to dressing up.<br><br>Once she came over with bruises on her face and arms. She told me she had been jumped. I believed her. She didn’t know how to lie, or she knew I’d always see through her lies.<br><br>I stopped giving her money after she started coming to my house. I figured she was doing better now that her basic needs were being met, and I was entertaining her along with a comfortable place to stay. The first few nights she came over, she slept on my couch. She’d sneak into my bedroom in the middle of the night. I’d expect her there when I woke up.<br><br>When she started spending the night regularly, she’d invite one of her friends over. She’d leave in the morning before I woke up. I gave her a key to my house, but she never used it. I asked her why she didn’t, and she said it was just in case. She didn’t know when she might need it.<br><br>She had a few other friends. One of them was a guy. The three of them would have threesomes. They rotated partners. She told me about it. I told her I wanted to watch. I told her I’d pay them for the privilege of watching. She said she’d ask, and then she stopped answering my calls.<br><br>She came back a few days later. Told me she was sorry, and that I didn’t deserve to be treated that way. She was right. I didn’t. I told her that I wanted to see her again, and I’d wait for as long as it took for her to be ready. I just wanted to see her again. I couldn’t afford to lose her as a friend, and I knew that was her choice to make.<br><br>She was cold for a while after that. It took her a while to warm up. But she finally started inviting me in when we were alone. Then she started inviting other people over. I’d watch them fuck, and I’d pay them. She didn’t spend much time with me, but I didn’t care. We were in the same room, and she was enjoying the comforts of my home.<br><br>I loved her.<br><br>About six months passed, and she barely noticed me. I’d throw some money her way, and she’d nod my direction. Sometimes I’d get a smile, but that was about it.<br><br>One day she came to my house alone. We sat down at the dining room table. She looked me dead in the eye and said, “I don’t want to do this anymore.” There was a long pause and then she said, “I don’t want you to do this anymore.” <br><br>I asked her what she meant. <br><br>She told me I was better than this. I was taking advantage of people that didn’t have options. It didn’t matter how much I paid them. I didn’t need sex that badly, and it didn’t need to be that way. She said I needed to stop this shit. I needed to find a way out.<br><br>I listened. <br><br>When she left, I broke down and cried. I cried so hard I couldn’t catch my breath. I didn’t know why I was crying, or what it meant. But I knew I was upset. I was listening to her, and I was going to take her words to heart.<br><br>She never came back to my house. I saw her at the Waffle House a few times, and she smiled at me. She waved when she saw me. She looked happy. I’d see her on the streets. <br><br>She was the best thing that ever happened to me.