Passed out junkie

My first interaction with a passed out junkie while trying to enjoy my morning coffee

I've lived in the same shitty city for the last 10 years, it's shitty because it has the population to be called a city while not having the convenience or activities of a city. It's my guess this is the reason a major drug problem has occurred the last few years.

It's gotten so bad that at least two or three times a week there will be an on-conscious druggie at the quite little out of the way beachside park that I visit every morning to enjoy a peaceful coffee.

At first I would call an ambulance for them, then I started just ignoring them, then I started having fun with them.

As I said, I would simply ignore the passed out person on the beach, grass, playground, or in the toilet/shower block. That was until one morning when I pulled up and noticed a woman spread eagle on the grass, and it looked as if her titts were out.

A quick glance showed no one else was around like usual, so I made my way over to her. She looked to be in her late 30's but it's hard to tell with junkies. She was lying on her back spread eagle on the grass in short shorts she had no business wearing and a singlet top that was way too small for her, with both deflated saggy titts hanging out. She had small, shrivelled pink areolas with larg hard nipples. I pulled out my phone and took a photo of her in this pathetic state, then I took another, then some more from different angles and some close ups. I nudged her with my foot and got no response, so I knelt down and poked her saggy titt with the same result. I unbuttoned her shorts, opening them as wide as I could, showing off her red lace panties. I took a couple more photos than switched to video and recorded as I pinched her nipple, lifted her titt, and let it fall. I pinched her nipple and lifted her titt again, but this time I didn't let go. I kept pulling and stretching her, then her nipple slipped out from between my thumb and finger, slapping against her chest. I was surprised I still didn't get a response from her, so I squeezed her nipple again, pulling harder this time and stretching it further. She finally let out a pained moan before it slipped from my grip. I squeezed and pulled again even harder; she let another pained moan that got louder the longer and harder I pulled till her chest was arching up and her shoulder was lifting off the ground. Her hand weakly flicked up, slapping mine before her now red tourchered nipple pulled from my grip. She held her titts as her head rolled side to side, whining. I walked back to my car to enjoy my coffee and kept an eye on her; after a couple minutes, she was still again. By the time I finished my coffee, she hadn't moved, so I walked over to her again, stood between her spread legs, took out my cock, and let piss fly. I let my stream land on her chest then up to her face before aiming it down her body to her crutch and up again to her chest, letting the last of my piss out. I watched my piss run off her face and down her saggy titts; it soaked into her hair, top, shorts, and pants, and the most she did was moan and turn her head. I don't know why, but this exposed piss soaked junkie pissed me off. I stomped on her spread crutch, grinding my heal against her pussy. She yelled, arching her back in pain, "Wake the fuck up, junkie slut." I spat before returning to my car. I watched as she curled up into a ball, then eventually sat up wiping her face and feeling her clothes before tucking her titts away. She stood up and stumbled off away from the park. I checked the time and decided it was time to go to work.