In da Gheto - Sex Stories

In da Gheto

A Story By: wolf1 The hobo had been hanging around the junction most of the day. Dubbed ‘Squeek’ by his friends he had been living off the streets most of his adult life, earning a buck where he could. Handing out newspapers and washing windscreens for tips wasn’t bad work but it was getting late into the afternoon. He was getting hungry and needed a meal and a bottle badly. Maybe even a dollar suck from one of the crack whores on his block. Rattling his change bag Squeek grinned to himself. Yeah. Another hour of this shit and he would head over to the soup kitchen on the corner of Brooksdale for a bite to eat. The roads were quiet anyway and business had dried up. The sound of a powerful engine approaching fast filled the air and he turned just in time to see a red sports car zip around the corner. Braking hard at the lights light trails of smoke came off the thick tires. Squeek whistled. It was a nice, new looking convertible but his attention was trained more on the occupant; a young white girl. She was in her late teens and extremely pretty, ‘Britney Spears’ blasting over her radio as she chatted enthusiastically into a tiny, pink mobile phone. All but ignoring the watching black man as he picked up his bucket and wiper and walked towards the car. She had long, dark hair that tumbled down her back and a fresh, sweet look about her. ‘Cute’ Squeek thought. Even from outside the car it was obvious she had an athletic body. His horny eyes rolled down her slender neck and over ...

... her round, big tits, displayed in a tight red sweater. A selection of bangles hung around her slight wrist and a pair of designer sunglasses sat up on her forehead. She was dressed like she had money. Probably a rich daddy back home. Squeek was just about to dip his wiper when the car’s horn blew. His mind had been wondering and the shock nearly gave him a heart attack. ‘Get the fuck out of here’ the girl snapped in a light, pretty voice tinged with such venom that it took him completely by surprise. ‘…and get a job loser’ she added, forcing Squeek to hobble out of the way as she revved her engine angrily at him. ‘Holy shit’ Squeek gasped, stumbling and dropping his bucket, water splashing over his already dirty jeans. He turned back as she scowled at him and set off, leaving burnt patches on the road behind her. The convertible virtually flew, engine roaring up the road towards the city centre. Still surprised the hobo’s eyes followed, shaking his head to himself. Then, as the car approached the intersection it stopped suddenly and paused, before dangerously swerving down the exit. Squeek smiled to himself. ‘Dat’s da hood your heading into there Missy’ he whispered. ‘Best watch yo’self’. Sarah was late. It was already three thirty and she had some serious shopping to do before the end of the day. The biggest party of her life was at the weekend and she just HAD to get a new dress. As she sped along in the eighteenth birthday present her Dad had bought her she chatted on her ...