You find another man to "" you.

The men, now all satisfied, zip up their flys and thank you for being such a good slut. They leave you there in the alley, drenched in cum. You attempt to clean off as much of it as you can, even resorting to licking some off your fingers. You know this should disgust you, and getting **** by a group of men should be shameful. However you are feeling the exact opposite, you are very aroused.

I want to get fucked again. You find yourself thinking. You venture out of the alley and back onto the street. Your clothes and hair are disheveled, much of your cleavage is revealed, and you probably smell like cum. It shouldn't be hard for a woman as sexy as you to get another easy fuck. Not only do you want more sex, but you think you want to be '****' again, you want a man to **** himself onto you.

With this in mind, you walk around the city and look for a seedy part of town. It doesn't take long, after you turn a few corners you start to see a lot of graffiti and worn down buildings. Many people on the street are giving you strange looks, and one person in particular catches your eye. Across the street is a tall muscly black man in common street garb. He is clearly checking you out, but you try to play it coy, as best you can anyway.

There's an empty parking lot behind some buildings nearby, and looks secluded enough. You glance behind you, pretending to be nervous, and you see the man is following you. You turn back around and smile to yourself. You are about to get exactly what you wanted. You walk into the empty lot and hear footsteps behind you.

"You lost little lady?" You hear the man as he walks up to you.

You stop dead in your tracks and turn around. He was stealthy, and he is already invading your personal space. You smell colon emanating from his body, and it gives you chills.

"Yes. I'm looking for a place to have some fun" You want to entice him, but you don't want to be too obvious.

"Baby, I can show you a good time."

He grabs your back and pulls you against his groin. You feel his member start to harden slightly under has pants. You try to feign disgust and push away from him. You thought you would push lightly, pretending to get away, but either his grasp is stronger than you expected, or you are much weaker than you expected.

"Please, don't" You beg him, trying to avoid eye contact.

"Damn girl, you are fine!" He is being much more forward than you expected, and his pulling your shirt down your shoulder.