Just a peek

"Just a peak," you squeak, squirming in your seat, as his black finger began to push inside you. Even in the dark of the viewing room, you could see the contrast between his dark skin and your alabaster mounds, the very idea that until just recently you had been a man, made the experience even hotter.

You watched almost paralyzed with anticipation as his other hand moved silently to your own, grabbing it roughly. It pulled decisively to his trousers. You could feel the deep heat emanating from below the zipper.

You bit your lips and closed your eyes feeling his fingers moving quickly in and out of your body, as he became more excited with his little white captive. You watched helplessly as he dragged your tiny hand up and down the outline of the black cock hidden beneath. It felt like a leviathan as you traced it down below.

You were so distracted feeling the girth, that his black lips pressing against your own, surprised you, even more so when his tongue entered your mouth, claiming it as his own property.

It was then that you felt those penetrating fingers withdraw, followed by his tongue, only for those fingers previously removed from your saturated white mounds to enter your mouth, causing you to suck your own juices, the taste exciting your senses and clouding your muddled mind even more.

It was during that time that you heard the sound of a zipper and felt your tiny hand begin to fish into his pants, this time without him forcing you.

Too turned on to even think, you mindlessly stared at the goliath cock that you had just raised from the man's trousers. It's purple veins angry pulsing as you stared.

"Why don't you suck it shorty," he said, grabbing your head.