What did he deserve after our date?
Give him hand job, thinking of black guy(+1 Dominant)
Let's be clear I was disappointed. I was stuck in a relationship with a pushover, where I no longer considered myself to be one. I wasn't sure if being with Josh had any future but I still kinda loved him. As our kissing continued he began to undress me. First the top, then pants, but when he reached my bra I stopped him.
- "Hey, Umm, Josh. I am not feeling super well tonight, could we skip the sex?"
- "Oh, Umm, sure cupcake, is everything alright?"
- "Yes yes, it's just all that food and walking. I am really tired."
- "Of course, I don't wanna push you or anything, but do you think you could give me... You know... A blow job?" I felt he kind of deserved at least some relief, after all, he paid for the whole date. But a blowjob? No way.
- "Sure hun, take off your pants and I'll take care of you, but I am up to a hand job, I hope you understand."

He took off his pants rather hastily and lay on the bed. I reached out with my hand and grabbed his semi-erect penis. The size wasn't that great but I worked on getting those extra 3 cms with my saliva. That combined was around 14cm. I kept stroking his cock until he got hard and it looked like he was enjoying it a lot. Good for him. I thought because I was rather bored.

My mind started to drift away, and a wild fantasy of serving a black guy appeared. I imagined a bigger cock in my hand, the one that would be too hard to just hold with one hand. Veiny, meaty, delicious, and black. I would probably suck that thing dry if I had a chance. His jewels with the size of golf balls. I would worship such a black cock like in a cult. And then I would let him fuck my wet... Suddenly I felt something hot on my hand. I looked down and saw Josh panting and his cum on my hand. He didn't even shoot, it just leaked. That was anticlimactic, I guess I got so turned on that I finished him in just a few minutes.
Having him satisfied we went to sleep together, cuddling. I still couldn't stop thinking about what it would be like to have sex with a black guy. My panties got soaking wet, but I wasn't interested in having sex with my boyfriend. When he fell asleep I remembered there was still one thing left to do.
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