by Gianni Shamari

It was early morning as I drove up West 72nd Street in my ice-blue Ferrari F430. It felt like summer on this spring day. I turned right driving fast up Riverside Drive at a top speed when I finally stopped at a red light.

As I waited at the light, a red Corvette pulled up beside me. I looked over to my left, and I immediately recognized the driver, it was Misty Stone. She was a slim, dark-skinned beauty with soft brown curls, and dark eyes. We were a bunch of city speed racers who love chasing each other on the highways. We both were daredevils who enjoyed the adrenaline rush of speeding.

“What’s up, pretty woman?” I called out to her.

“Hey! How are you doing?” Misty said excitedly. “I’m surprise to see you this early.”

“Baby girl, you know I’m everywhere.”

“Are you up for a race?” Misty asked.

“What?” She surprised me. “This is not the highway.”

“Yeah, I know. It’ll be more interesting.” Misty expressed. “Now I can really see how good you are on the road.”

“You are crazy. What are the stakes?” I wondered.

“You name it.” Misty put forward.

“This is your idea. You’re the one who want to do this.”

Misty smiled as she thought about it. Finally, she said, “Okay, if you win, I’ll let you fuck me. And if I win, you owe me $500.”

I laughed. “$500, huh, what’s the finish line?”

“The finish line is at One Hundred and Twenty-Second Street, where Sakura Park is.”

“Let’s go!” I agreed.

When the light turned green, we immediately began speeding. Thankfully, the streets were still clear with no sign of cops. Misty was in the lead, and I knew she felt good about it. I had a serious erection from this adrenaline rush I got.

We were approaching 116th Street, and I knew I must make my move now while the street widened. The light was yellow, and I zoomed past Misty. I was so far ahead now that it took me less than two minutes to reached the finish line. I parked in front of the Sakura Park and waited for Misty.

When Misty finally showed up, I started laughing. She hopped out of her Corvette trying her best to look sad. Misty looked so sexy in her short yellow/pink top and white shorts. She already knew what we were about to do as she quickly stared at me and blushed.

“It serves you right baby girl, for making that crazy bet.” I told her.

“Well, I didn’t hear you refuse the terms.” Misty shot back.

Lucky for us, there was nobody in sight. Misty grabbed my hand and led me inside Sakura Park. I took off my black tank top and got comfortable on the bench. Misty stood in front of me, and began stripping down. I licked my lips and pulled down my baggy jeans. Standing there naked, Misty looked like a radiant ebony princess. She had the sexiest pussy ever!

Misty licked my dick a few times and climbed on top of me. We tongue-kissed passionately, and I loved her lips and the way she twirled her small tongue. As I was massaging her wet wanting pussy, I could hear her moaning softly in my ears.

Misty sat down slowly and filled her pussy with every inch of my dick. She humped up and down, loving the way I felt inside her. Misty developed a smooth rhythm as she rode me fast. I moaned, groaned, and squeezed her small tits that drove her crazy.

"I'm going to cum, Nature Boy!" She declared.

“That’s right, baby! I want you to cum on this dick.” I urged her.

Misty climaxed that shook her small body. I saw a look of ratification on her pretty face. She giggled and gazed down at me while she licked her lips. I gave her a quick tongue-kiss and lifted her by the hips. I carried her to the gazebos and had her bouncing up and down rapidly on my dick.

“Oh God, I’m about to blast off!” I hollered.

I ejaculated hard. I thought five pounds had oozed out of me. Misty was on her knees giving me fellatio. I stood there and took pleasure in the sexual sensation. Then we cleaned ourselves in the sprinklers.

“That was great, Maré!” Misty confessed.

“Thank you for making that bet.” I whispered in her ear.

“Shut up.” She laughed.

As we got dressed, we started to see people jogging and walking their dogs. It surprised Misty and me that we had the park to ourselves for this long without any interruption.

“We have to do this again, handsome!” Misty suggested. “This time the stakes will be higher.”

“You know I’m with it, baby girl.”

Misty kissed me passionately and said, “Call me soon. We have unfinished business to take care of.”

As we drove to the George Washington Bridge, we raced again like two crazed speed demons. Misty texted me saying this was the rematch. I texted her back and said if I win this race, I want the money instead of the pussy. Ha-Ha!