Done in by the Homeless

Aaron and Nancy spent an increasing amount of time on the wrong side of town, Aaron thought. He still wanted nothing more than to be balls deep in the luscious redhead, but that prospect was becoming more and more remote. And never did it feel more ethereal than that night.

They walked past the homeless encampment, when Nancy spotted him, half his body in his tent, half of his body stretched outside it. It was one of those sultry, sticky evenings in South Carolina where the heat lingered, especially with body heat on the asphalt. So the Black man had his pants off, and his big, flaccid cock was hanging out in the night air.

"Sweetie, can you hold my purse?" Nancy asked, staring the cock down.

"Nance, he's homeless," Aaron protested.

"Then go wait in the car," Nancy said between hissed teeth.

Aaron dithered, finally accepting her purse, and watching, dumbfounded, as she started to suck the old Black cock. There was no one around. He saw an old weathered hand reach out, starting to stroke her red mane.

"Yeah, that's it," he growled. "Make Black Jack feel good."

She sucked it vigorously, bobbing her mouth up and down the shaft hungrily. And then when it was fully at staff, she held it delicately, tugging her skirt up and her panties to the side, and lowered her wet pussy onto him. He grunted, lifting his hips up and starting to fuck her instinctively.

"Oh shit, yes, I needed this," Nancy purred.

"Yeah, make Black Jack cum," the bull grunted, his cock pistoning in and out of her heated sex. "Black Jack make you feel real good."

Watching Nancy's pink asshole twitch as she rode the Black cock, Aaron finally surrendered to his own lust, reaching down into his underwear and starting to stroke his small cock. To his shame, he came first, followed by Nancy with two hard orgasms, and finally Black Jack with a long, heavy orgasm that leaked out of Nancy's pussy.

"Oh fuck," Black Jack groaned. "You come see Black Jack again now."

"Oh I will," Nancy said, standing up and adjusting herself. She took her purse back, looking at it distastefully. "Don't get cum on my purse again, sweetie."

"Yes, Nance," Aaron said, flushing.