Ghetto Queen

Her belly now round with Jack's baby, Faith was a hot commodity on the streets. She was easy to ply with food and soda, and she had an almost inexhaustible desire for black cock. Mark and T-Money freely shared her with friends, creditors, business associates, and now that she was knocked up, she wsa hornier than ever.

"Mark?" she asked the light-skinned Black male. "Do you know Jack?"

"The homeless guy? Yeah, why?" he asked, curious.

"I just wanted to stop by and thank him for something," she responded.

"See that blue tent over there? The one that's about to fall apart. That's where he is," Mark said.

Faith put her heels back on and waddled over to the blue tent. She unzipped it, and saw Jack. He had an empty wrapper next to him, and was smoking a cheap cigarette with a bottle of booze. He saw Faith, and smiled, and Faith could see just how many teeth were missing.

"Finally came back to see ole Jack," he said. Faith nodded. "And I see old Jack did the trick." He looked at her belly.

And climbed into the tent with him, forgetting to zip it back up. He stank, but oddly it was growing on her. He was grimy, but it was growing on her. She took off his tattered pants. He was already growing stiff. She held his staff firmly as she pushed him inside her, her large fat ass starting to work up and down his raw cock hungrily.

Across the street, her sister observed it all.