He takes charge

I can feel my chest pounding as I take a step inside my apartment, but he follows me in, actually pushing me inside so he can close the door after him.

"Why aren't you talking, baby?" He smiles as the door gently closes. My eyes must look horrified as he stares down at me. I feel small, tiny. My lips quiver nervously.

"I don't think-"

"You don't think what?" He asks quickly, stepping closer to me. My eyes look up shyly. "What, baby?" His lips are smirking widely, teasingly. "You don't think you could handle a black man?" He gets even closer, till I'm standing in his shadow.

"That's not what I meant, I-"

The sound of his boxer shorts hitting my floor stun me into silence. I glance down and realize his cock is poking out at me freely. I gasp, this is not what I had in mind at all...

"Suck it, baby. Make me believe you CAN handle a black man." He says suddenly, catchign me off guard, making me look up at him even more shocked than before. He merely smily back at me.