I guess a black man has never asked me out. I don't like to ask men out, that makes me feel sluty. I certainly would go out with a black man if they a...ked. As long as they weren't drunks or perverts, but that standard is the same for all other guys.I have to admit that after she started going out with black guys, I rented a few porn movies with black guys in them. There were some black women too, it was one of those inter-racial porn movies. Usually one of the people were white and the other. I couldn't resist the temptation and touched her love hole with my right thumb. She moaned and pushed back against it. She was so wet, that with the slightest pressure my entire thumb was inside her and I could feel her inner muscles gripping me tight. I knew I was touching her G-spot; I felt the spongy surface under my thumb. I rubbed her gently and that made her squirm and moan loud. Her movements made her labia wrap around my index finger at the bottom knuckle; I felt the incredible. I felt the nipple in my hand start to harden as she wriggled against me restlessly, and I knew she was ready for more play. I slid my hand down her side to her hip, enjoying the feel of her soft smooth skin, and pulled her back more tightly against me, whispering in her ear that I was going to fuck her with the strap on next, first her pussy, then her ass, and would she like that?She moaned her agreement as I slid two fingers into her pussy, running them over her clit and giving it a quick. I shuddered and groaned."Deal."Kelly rubbed my balls with one hand, while the other was rubbing her pussy while she sucked the head and first few inches of my cock. I groaned as I quickly hardened in her mouth. She was sucking hard at my cock and moving her head up and down, but she was awkward.I suppose she hadn't blown many guys. The gears in my head clicked, having been frozen from an overload of lust and I looked down at Kelly. I didn't want to interrupt her blow job, but I needed to.