Give into your instinct and reach for it.

You don't even seem to notice when your knees hit the disgusting sticky floor with a wet "fwap" sound, only that your lilly white hands are now wrapped around a pulsating black cock. The contrast drives you wild. The musky smell of this grown black man's cock drives you wild. The thrilling fear of what you're doing, also drives you wild.

You know it's wrong, but before you know it your pink lips are wrapped around the engorged pulsating head of the cock that floats in front of you and your dainty tongue flicks back and forth over his uncut glans.

You take a moment to tuck the $20 into your loose shorts and begin to rock back and forth with your hands, your saliva lubricating the tight blood filled log that fills your small fingers.

He's moaning, and so are you, and before you know it one hand is down your shorts and teasing your own wet folds. What would it be like to take him inside of you, you wonder. Not for long, maybe just a few seconds, just to see what it feels like. After all, there's no better opportunity is there? Anonymous, faceless, just a cock coming out of a hole. Nobody would ever have to know and it could be entirely consequence free. Sure it's a black guy, and every stereotype you've ever heard your parents bring up or that you've seen on the news about baby-mommas, ghetto PAWGs, and hoodrat mudsharks flashes in your head, but it's not like you were going to let him cum inside of you. In and out, a quickie. Maybe?