I could tell she did not like that I even asked her to do that.She said no, I cant do that. I said okay then. She asked was there anything else. I sai... no. After some bickering back and forth she finally said bye. She calls back later and says she cannot believe I asked her to fuck a black man. I said well, your asking for a lot of money, and I knew she could never repay me, so thats what it would take if I give her the money. There was a long pause, she said, I'll call you back.She calls me. You walk back to your apartment, it’s not empty per say, it’s filled with things you have bought with your spare money, loneliness has its perks, apparently. Throwing your bag down on the couch you walk to the kitchen to grab a beer from the fridge, your nightly dinner. A loud ding rings out throughout the apartment, you look up from the fridge towards your bag. That was the text alert from your cell phone, but who would be texting you – there is no one actually out there that wants you. . "Wow... Watch where you're pointing that thing!" I said teasing as I reached down and rubbed it. A soft moan came from his lips; "Now that's what I like to smoke!" I said looking him in the eye.He said nothing, reaching down he unzipped his pants. I watched as he reached in and pulled out a rather large, erect cock! He looked into my eyes as he stroked it slowly right in the parking lot between his jeep and a pickup parked next to it. I could feel that twitch in my panties and my mouth start to. I must be doing it right. The pressure from his hands on the back of my head is less so I pull back at least to catch my breath and try to relax to take more of him inside me. My own cock is hard and dripping and I want to touch myself while I do this but I remember what he commanded, and I don't.He reaches down and grabs my right nipple with his hand. He squeezes it, hard. I groan with his dick in my mouth. Matt's working my nipple just like he knows I like. The sensations make me want even.