Fatal Seduction

Cheating Boyfriend IV

RUBY didn't head back home from Kaylan’s. No. She couldn't. She just couldn't, because she could still feel it— lingering, burning beneath her skin as she stepped out of his bathroom.

Outside, the light was gradually fading, the late evening's air didn’t help. If anything, it made everything worse.

Her heels clicked sharply against the pavement, each step heavy with irritation. Her body was still humming from everything that had almost happened… the smooching, the teasing, the way he had sucked at her p***y like he was already lost in her garden.

And then, interruption, sudden interruption!

She clenched her jaw.

“Damn it,” she muttered under her breath.

It wasn’t just frustration, it was unfinished tension, coiled tight inside her, refusing to settle. She wrapped her arms around herself as she walked, as if that alone could quiet the restless ache crawling through her veins.

But it didn’t.

Her mind replayed everything in flashes— the way his tongue had glided every c**t of her honeypot, the way her breath had hitched, the moment everything was about to cross that line.

And then it was gone. Ruined.

Her pace slowed as she reached the dimly lit end of the street. The neighborhood was quieter here, the streetlights flickering faintly, casting long shadows across the cracked pavement.

That was when she noticed him.

A man, sitting just by the roadside, his back against a low wall. His clothes were worn, his presence almost invisible to the world passing by. The kind of man people avoided looking at twice.

But Ruby looked.

And for a moment— just a moment, something reckless stirred inside her.

Maybe it was the frustration. Maybe it was the unfinished desire still clinging to her skin. Or maybe it was simply the fact that she didn’t want to go home like this… incomplete.

Her steps slowed.

The man glanced up, surprised, uncertain, and their eyes met— briefly, cautiously.

Ruby hesitated. This was insane, she knew it. But the feeling wouldn’t go away.

That restless, aching need to feel something, anything, after being left hanging on the edge.

She exhaled slowly, then took a step closer.

“Hey,” she said, her voice softer now, almost unfamiliar to her own ears.

He didn’t respond immediately, as if unsure whether she was really speaking to him.

Then she took another step, looming closer.

The night seemed to hold its breath around them.

What happened next wasn’t about logic, or judgment, or even who he was.

“Hey you,” she called again, tapping him on the shoulder this time.

The man turned to her. His face was clean, his hands and legs clean, even his worn out clothes looked clean, no smell, no dirt.

“You talking to me?” He asked.

“How do you fancy making a thirty tonight?” she asked.

His face lit up, smiles widened.

“I'm in. What's the deal?” His accent sounded Russian.

She took one look again around and then leaned forward to whisper in his ears. By the time she was done, his eyes were widened, maybe in astonishment or excitement.

He nodded.

“I will take very good care of you, miss,” he got up, excited like a child, baring his teeth.

Ruby scoffed. Who was going to take care of who between them?

“I just needed to get myself relieved, man. Don't think far. Where do we go?” She looked around.

He pointed towards a dark corner.

“Over there. Secrecy and privacy at your service, my lady,” he gestured. Ruby frowned.

“After you,” she said to him.

He quickly jumped in front, excitement surged through his body as though he were a child. Ruby frowned again, looking around. She had never done this before with a homeless man, it was all because of that… she swallowed her words, following the man.

They reached the dark corner. It was a small dumpster alley, everywhere smelled of filth. Ruby crumpled her nose as the smell hit it.

“Here we are,” he announced.

She quickly placed her hands on the wall and bent over.

“Be fast with it,” she said.

The man bared his teeth in a smile, sucking at it with his tongue. He reached for her maxi jean skirt and struggled to raise it up. When he did, he reached out for his lollipop which was already probing at its full length, rubbing it hard and then slapping it on her booty. It vibrated.

“Mmm,” he licked his lips.

“Can you put that d**k in already? My coochie is yearning for ittttt,” Ruby cried.

He smiled mischievously and began teasing her honeypot with his c**k. He would slip in the pink tip and slip it out, making Ruby yearn in pain.

She frowned, her hands on the wall fisted.

“What you doing, man? Put it in,” she yelled.

The mischievous smile still on his face.

“Beg for it, cunt,” he whispered.

“Are you—” she paused. She wouldn't get this from this man by force.

Seeing she wasn't yet ready to budge, he continued teasing her, her c**t fluttered helplessly, she was already wet.

“Beg for it, mama. Beg for my banana, tell me you want it inside your kuntus,” he whispered.

She closed her eyes.

“Fine, I want it.”

“Come on, say it properly.”

“I want your banana inside of meeee,” she cried.

He spanked her ass.

“Inside of your what?”

“My coochie.”

“Say please.”

“Pleaseeeee.”

“Beg me dearingly.”

“Please baby, I want you inside meeee.”

He smiled. Then he slipped in, and she yelped out in pain mixed with pleasure.

“Oh my! You are so… so big,” she cried.

“You wanted it, right?”

He continued probing further, trying to size his love gun into her puna. The size stung her, tearing at her insides.

“Give me that ass,” he said and she leaned further, her two hands well above her head, fastened to the wall. She had her face placed on the wall, turned to the left as the homeless man thrusted back and forth.

“Yes,” the man moaned, wrapping his arms around her and pounding deeper, their skin slapping against each other, the sound intercepting with their moans.

“Oh my!” Ruby moaned.

“You love my banana, right? You love how big it's, don't you?” He asked.

“Ye… yesssss,” she managed to reply.

He stood upright, placed his hands on her curvy waist, and continued banging her. Their moans rang out in the dark, quiet alley. The atmosphere was intense with pleasure and thick with desire.

Then he felt it, he was cumming and quickly, he pulled out and spilled it next to a trashcan.

“Ahh!” Ruby exhaled and turned over, her back now on the wall, trying to catch her breath, her t**s swaying up and down in that rhythm.

The man turned to her, holding his solid member and baring his teeth at her.

“You want to go again?”

She looked at him with irritation. Without saying a word, put on her panties and straightened her skirt. Then she reached out for her purse which had been thrown aside during the marathon, dipped her hand in to bring out some crumpled looking notes, and she handed it to him and walked away without looking back.

Smiling at the notes in his hand, he wore his pants and began walking behind her.

“Bank with us again, miss,” he said, his voice echoing in the dark.