It was long and thick with a maze of veins and ridges adorning the shaft and a bulbous purple head that glistened with clear precum. I had never seen ...nother mans penis. I had never thought that I would but as I stared at it just inches from my face I had an overwhelming desire to touch it, to lick it, to suck it."Yes," I groaned wantonly, admitting that I wanted his cock inside me. I reached out and grasped his hard cock with both trembling hands. It was alive and hot to the touch. The soft. It took a few minutes, but finally I heardthe ring of the front door bell. I went to the door,turned on the porch light, then let her in. She said Iwas a real bastard, but I could tell from her flushedcheeks that she was really turned on. My fingers on herpussy confirmed this. She quickly unbuckled my pantsand attacked me in the foyer. Our sex was short, but intense with Jan having multipleorgasms. She later explained how frightened she was atfirst, but as time went on, how her fear was. " She had been using it a lot lately, an awful lot. But even fucking herself with a fake cock while fantasizing it was some handsome stud was getting old. Lately her fantasies had taken a surprising turn. She had been thinking a lot about black men. It was surprising in that she was Southern, born and bred, and from a family that was as racist as it was was possible to be. To her folks Blacks were 'mud people' and had been put on Earth for the sole purpose of serving the white race. That it. “This is my pussy,” I rasped. “No other prick had better even get close to it!”“Okay, Daddy. I’ll be good. I promise.”“I’m going to cum in my pussy!” I panted. I was marking my territory.“Yes, Daddy, cum in me,” she moaned.I did and she had a noisy orgasm with me.And when she kept her arms around me, and whispered, “Don’t go yet, Daddy,” I stayed.It was all bullshit, of course, but I was too blinded by jealousy to see it.She wasn’t afraid she’d get weak in Vegas and let some guy climb on top of.