The black guy from earlier

Much to my surprise, the black guy who had flirted with me earlier stood inside my dressing room. He leaned casually against the door with a smile on his face. He looked me up and down with hungry eyes.

"Can I help you?" I asked.

"I was really hoping so," he said, and as he spoke he reached into his pants and pulled his big black cock out. Even limp he was bigger than me. "You look like you might be interested in a little bit of fun."

I stared at his big, black, veiny cock for a long time, a mixture of thoughts and emotions playing through my head. Even back in my own body, that desire to get on my knees and suck it was still there, although it was no where near as over powering as it had been as Leighjaye and Cheryl.

Before the device and before all of the body jumping, that desire wouldn't have been there at all. There was no question it had changed me, I still didn't know if it had awakened an urge that had been there all along or if it had created that feeling. But there was no denying it was there now.

"See something you like?" he asked.

"Maybe," I managed.

"Look, I'm not gay, but you know, I've got these feelings," he said. "I sometimes like fooling around with white boys. You look like the type who might like that."

I realized I was staring at his now hard cock.