Tariq is a successful, hardworking man. He keeps to himself because he thinks most women have a "hidden agenda." I certainly have one, but it's not his money or his car. I prefer fucking with his mind. The eroticism that's felt, but never discussed, and usually never sexually expressed either. I wondered what he's like when his pants come off. Is he one of those romantic, shoulder-kissing, ear-nibbling fucks, or can he really lay down some "pipe." I imagined that he has several ladies enjoying his lovemaking, but what I wanted from him wasn't tender lovemaking. It was a straight-out, cum-swallowing fuck!

I dropped my panties quickly because I was sexually aroused, and they were saturated with pussy, and sticking to me. I was hot, real hot! I stood facing him, naked, with my legs gapped open, looking him straight in his eyes like a gunfighter ready to draw. My fingers were twitching and so was my pussy, ready to bring him down. My fingers were twitching and so was my pussy; ready to bring him down. He brought me to my knees in the dirt behind an old, abandoned building. I wanted it that way, because I don't like to be kept waiting. I sucked him like I've never had a dick before. He backed up a couple of steps but found he was dragging me along with him, because I wouldn't let go of his dick. Spit was dripping from my mouth. I was enjoying every stroke of him slipping around in my mouth. I kicked my leg up on top of a trash can so he could fuck me deep down in my pussy.

We fucked like street dogs. No etiquette and no bed. Just straight-out, low-class, raw, back-alley fucking; and let me tell you, it was sooo good! He laid me in the dirt, but I quickly rolled him on his back and climbed on top of him. His dick was pointing straight up to the heavens. He had dirt and cum on his suit. A homeless man happened to catch us in the act. I gave him 15 cents to go away, but he threw me $1.00 to be able to stay and watch. We got up, dusted ourselves off, and took our lust elsewhere. To my house! The homeless man stole my panties.

We spent what seemed like several hours fucking like escapees; wild and free. The next day, my boyfriend came to my job to take me to lunch. I introduced him to a couple of co-workers, and one big-mouthed female, who happens to live near me said, "Your BMW is real nice, and I watched it until I went to sleep last night to make sure no one tried to steal it." My boyfriend doesn't drive a BMW. It was Tariq's car, and he and my boyfriend are friends! So now, my fucking ass was busted, thanks to her big mouth. So I decided to get even!

I saw her man arriving to her apartment one evening for what I perceived to be a "booty call." As he approached her door, I climbed the stairs to my upstairs apartment, knowing full well that he could look straight up my short-skirt, no-panty wearing ass. His hesitation at ringing her doorbell made it quite obvious that he was enjoying the view. I stopped halfway up the stairs and squatted to pick up some change I intentionally dropped. I looked at him and smiled. He spoke and looked at me as though he was quite surprised and aroused by what he saw. I gave him the address to a party I was having at the Hilton Hotel the following Saturday. When he arrived, however, he learned that he was the guest of honor. I held his hand and led him to my room. He didn't resist my sexual advances.