Wrong Side of Town

Faith didn't like going across the tracks. There was that god-awful strip club, Sugar's. She frowned, as her car wasn't cooperative. Only another mile to that new fast food place ...

"Overheating?" Faith said, frowning. She looked up to see steam billowing out from the hood. "My car is overheating? Who does that fucking happen to anymore!"

She got out, raising the hood of the car. She bent over, not really knowing what she was looking for or how to fix it. She heard a wolf whistle.

"Damn, you're a thick white bitch," she heard a deep voice say. She turned around to see three black men, all wearing wife beaters and jeans, walking over to her. She started to panic.

"Hey, we're the good guys," a lighter skinned one said. "We're just going to help."

"Y-y-y-yeah right," Faith stuttered. "More like rob."

"Hold up white girl, don't be stereotypin'" the deep voiced one said. "Here, we'll get you set up for free. Why don't you just hang out with my boy Mark for a few minutes?"

Mark was the lighter skinned one. He lived just across the street, and Faith sat down next to him on the couch. They played video games for a bit, and then she felt his hand on her thigh. She looked down, momentarily taken aback at how good the contrast looked. Then she looked down to see a bulge forming in his shorts -- far larger than Douglas's little cock.

"Jesus," Faith said.

"Yeah, I got that before. You a thick girl," Mark said. Faith blushed.

"My husband doesn't think that's a good thing," Faith said.

"Maybe your husband is a dumbass." Mark reached down, pulling Faith against him, squeezing her round ass. "In fact, he is definitely a dumbass."

The other men started whooping, causing Mark to silently curse. They needed an extra half hour.

"Don't be a stranger, baby," he said. Faith had never been so aroused in her entire life.