Epiphany

"How long is it?" I asked.

"Just a bit over 10 inches." Jacques said with a satisfied smile. I continued to touch it all over and it was having an effect on Jacques.

"Have you some ideas on what you want to do with that 10 inches?" Jacques inquired.

"I wouldn't mind watching you sink it between my girlfriend's thighs." I replied. I was so far gone I was giving up Tonya to Jacques.

He grinned. "We can arrange that later on and it will be my pleasure, but right now it's just us. Why don't you suck on it for me?"

I had no inhibitions left. I leaned forward and grabbed the large ebony prong at the base. It barely bent upwards it was so turgid with blood. I hovered over it for a bit and took in the musky smell. Then I opened my mouth wide and slid it down my throat. I immediately started to gag as he touched the back of my throat. I had no idea how to suck another man's dick and it showed.
"Easy baby easy." Jacques said softly as he looked down at me. "Just take the head. Relax baby. Oh God yea that's it... so nice." He cooed as I sucked the head back into my mouth. I used my fingers on the length of the shaft and his scrotum. I felt that his balls had started to rise up into the sack. I knew then that I was really exciting him.

I was more relaxed and really getting into sucking Jacque's dick. I was able to get more and more of the thick shaft down my throat with each gulp. Jacques was urging me on between grunts and groans. I thought about how Tonya had joked about the big cocks in a porno movie we had watched, calling them donkey dicks. I knew they had excited her. How jealous would she be watching me suck off this big black hog of a penis.

I felt Jacque's hand in my hair as I bobbed my head up and down. He was controlling my movement. Suddenly what I was wearing became a part of what I was doing. The pumps, the stockings, my make up and the lipstick that was gliding over the black man's manhood made me feel so feminine and I knew I looked it. I was absolutely busting out of my sheer blue panties. I reached down and stroked it. The hardness was the only remnant of masculinity left in me.