An almost threatening offer.

The gang member doesn’t say a word as he walks up behind you till you feel his massive member press against your back, still quite rigid, fighting to get free of his pants, “You know there is no way I would consider fucking a shemale like yourself, unless of course I was punishing you for something.”

You can hardly believe yourself as you press your ass back into him and open your mouth, “Mmmm, I was naughty, I tried to make you think I was a girl. Ooh!” His strong hands cup your tits lifting you to your toes causing you to let out the final squeal.

“Yeah I guess you did, you fucking bitch.” With his right hand he grabs your breast and holds you against him tight enough to lift you off the ground as his left pulls up the back of your dress and snaps off your thong effortlessly. Before you know it you are being hauled into the front of the neighboring alley and even find yourself trying to reach your head back in an attempt to kiss his strong lips. Then a second gasp escapes your lips as you feel his left index finger invade your anus. Finally you look forward just in time to catch yourself as you are dropped on your stomach onto a filthy wet nearly broken crate that you fear can’t possibly hold you. “I am going to have to teach you the penalty for trying to trick me. Nobody fucks me.” He punctuates this last statement by stuffing two fingers up your ass, roughly stretching your hole as he hawks a massive gob of spit into your now open hole.

“Oh, fuck, damn, just fuck me already.” You call back as he works at your hole relentlessly, driving you into the crate as you kick your feet up stroking the sides of his legs with your feet. Finally he pulls back his hands and for a brief second you are empty. You reach back and grab your cheeks and pull to spread yourself as the massive head invades your hole. “Fuck, oh god that thing is too much. Fuck, what the fuck, oh god that thing is too thick I can’t take it. No wait I changed my mind don’t fuck me, fuck take it out.” At this point you can do no more than let out a guttural howl as his cock is making it harder to breathe. He lets out a little grunt and grabs your neck and hair and pulls back with all his strength as his over 3” thick monster drives deeper and deeper into you.

“Yeah bitch I knew you could take it, fuck most bitches won’t let me fuck their ass.” As he says this he pulls back only a few inches as your body holds him like a vice and begins slamming into you, fucking you with his massive cock. Finally your body seems to welcome the intrusion and his strokes get longer and longer. Then you get a moments reprieve as the crate collapses and you fall off of his cock into some thick goo that covers you from head to toe. “Fuck yeah.” He laughs heartily at you as you squirm to stand.

“Shit, what the fuck is this.” You say finally spitting a gob of the foul tasting slime onto the pavement.

“Shut the fuck up bitch.” He drives the massive head into your mouth, but there is no way that thing is getting any deeper as your jaw is nearly dislocated by his head. He then grabs your now destroyed dress and pulls it off of you and lifts you off your feet, your hard cock pressing against him as you wrap your legs around him, give him a forceful kiss, and dig into his back as his cock once again invades your bowels. He fucks you in silence, the two of you rutting like animals, switching next to pounding you doggie style, then he drops to the ground and lets you mount him, thankful for the goo as your ass slaps his torso with each bouncing thrust. Finally he unleashes a gout of cum you are sure would have blown you off of him, but as he holds your arms firmly locking you against him, that is not the case. Exhausted you roll off of him into a heap. He stands finally on unsteady legs and turns to leave before calling back, “If you ever need anything, I run with the Blood Hounds, they call me Havoc.”

“Vixen.” You call to him still laying on the ground, not rising till you hear his motorcycle roar to life. You pull yourself off the ground, cum leaking out of your ass, and pick up your grimy coat, and zip it up, ‘At least I don’t have to go completely naked.’ You think to yourself and step back over to your ride. Then to the night air you smile and say, “Fuck, I need a shower.”