Back to the Streets

Faith was polishing off another set of chicken wings, carefully looking around for that guy, Mark. She couldn't get him out of her head. She couldn't get any of those guys out of her head. She'd tried to control her impulses, but her bad sex life with Douglas had her feeling needy. Finally, she saw him walk out onto the streets with his friend, the deeper-voiced guy.

"Hey!" Faith said. "Hey, I have a low tire. I need some help," she asked. Mark smirked.

"I'm sorry to hear that, baby. You're looking mighty fine today," she rolled down the window, and he looked in, seeing the low pressure sign on her gauge.

"T-Money, can you help my friend out again?" he asked the dark-skinned male.

"Sure ... but I'm expecting some kind of payment today," the older male responded with a smirk.

"You want to play some video games like last time, baby, while you wait?"

***

There were no video games to be had, of course. Mark had his hand all over Faith's large asscheeks, while she ground her needy pussy against him.

"You feel so big," she purred, reaching down and rubbing his cock. She leaned down, getting onto her knees, tugging down his basketball shorts. It made Douglas look so tiny, she thought. Big and brown and perfect. She tugged on it for a moment, then pulled him closer, practically inhaling him.

"Slow down, baby," Mark said, resting his hands into her hair. "Actually, why don't you get on the bed with me, easier on your knees."

"Good idea," Faith said, her cunt glistening as he helped her up. Mark laid down on the bed, and Faith knelt by the side of him. She licked at his heavy balls, tasting his musky shaft as she took her time with him down, focusing on not using her teeth as she started to suck him off.

"That's good, baby, that's real good," Mark said, praising her. He looked at the doorway, as T-Money had already finished the job. He stroked his large black cock, watching this heavy redheaded bitch suck off his friend. He got behind her, and started to squeeze her ass. Faith looked behind her, seeing T-Money. She thought for a second.

"Just use a condom," she said, wiggling her ass. T-Money grunted unhappily, pulling a Magnum condom out of the drawer and affixing to his cock. Then he returned to her, gently sliding his cock into her oh-so-tight pussy.

"That's it," Faith whimpered. "Fuck, my husband is nothing like this. Just go slow, please, gentle, like that." She returned to zealously sucking on Mark's cock, one of his hands in her hair, pushing her down, making him **** on him. Soon, T-Money was deeper than Douglas had ever been.

"Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me," Faith started to whine. Mark got up onto his knees. He and T-Money had done this dozens of time to girls around hood. But this thick white bitch ... she'd be fun, he thought, as the sounds of the room distilled to heavy balls slapping Faith's clit and chin, and her gurgles and orgasms.