Riding Rakim

Janelle had had her eye on Rakim for quite some time, like every other
woman in the neighborhood. He was tall and muscular, with warm brown
skin that shone in the sun, only a shade darker than her own. His
bright white teeth and small gold earring made him irresistible to
women.

One night, as Janelle walked home in her shortest, tightest dress, her
newly styled black ringlets bouncing above her shoulders, Rakim brushed
by her against the sidewalk. She felt her pussy dampen instantly as he
turned and checked her out, and on impulse she turned around and
followed him. He led her into an alley behind a restaurant. As he
took her in his arms and kissed her, his warm tongue probing the inside
of her mouth, she could smell the food cooking and the shouts of the
cooks and waitstaff calling to each other.

Rakim’s hands skimmed over Janelle’s tight curves until his hands found
her ass. He lifted her up slightly, pressing her against his cock,
hard under his loose-fitting shorts. Holding her there as they ground
their hips together, he tugged the sleeve of her dress down. One of
her round brown breasts popped free, and Rakim bent over to suck it,
his neatly trimmed hair brushing over her skin as his broad tongue
teased her nipple.

Janelle gasped in pleasure as he continued sucking on her tit, his hand
working its way from her ass under her panties to find her moist, warm
cunt. “Mmm, you are ready for it, aren’t you baby?” Rakim purred,
moving his mouth over to her other breast, pulling the dress aside so
he could tongue the underside of the smooth globe.

“I’ve been ready for a long time,” Janelle said, and then gasped as
Rakim slid his teeth lightly over her nipple and his fingers over her
clit at the same time.

Rakim moved his hand from her cunt to undo his fly. His long prick
popped out of his shorts, glowing dark against the clean white fabric.
Janelle leaned up against the wall, the bricks hard against her back as
she prepared to get fucked by the hottest guy on the block. He tugged
down her soaking panties and she felt his hard missile probing at her
pussy lips. Her cunt hair was sticky from her juices.

When Rakim found Janelle’s tight hole, he plunged in deeply, her cunt
lips sucking at his hard-on. She wrapped her legs around his waist and
he lifted her into the air by her round ass, screwing her with long,
slow strokes. Janelle slipped one hand down between them and rubbed
her stiff clit as they fucked, making herself come.

“Fuck yes, baby,” Rakim panted. Sweat stained his white tank top,
glistened on his shoulders as he lifted her high, driving into
Janelle’s sweet cunt over and over again. Her tits, still sticking out
of the neckline of her dress, bounced and jiggled as they fucked.

“Mmm, give me that dick,” Janelle moaned, rubbing her clit in short,
hard circles. “Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me!” She howled the words in
pleasure, her voice mingling with the clang of pots and pans inside the
restaurant kitchen, only a few feet away.

Rakim pushed hard inside Janelle one last time, pouring his load into
her cunt, panting and leaning his head on her tits in exhaustion. As
his cock began to soften and slip back out of her, he let her slide to
the ground. Janelle kicked off her panties, feeling his cum dripping
down the inside of her thighs, and tossed the scrap of red lace to him.
“You’ll be back for more,” she said cockily.

Rakim grinned and winked at Janelle as she straightened her dress and
walked out of the alley, her ass twitching under her dress. He knew he
would.