Black Girls Have Big Dicks

Greedily, and without her glancing my way, I ran my eyes over every curve of her beautiful body. Just contemplating what that body might look like under that tiny thin gold material of her little dress was making me become pretty hard and I too had to cross my legs in the hope of covering my growing erection from the other people in the carriage. Painfully, I turned my attention away from the gorgeous lust object opposite and tried to distract my mind enough to make my erection subside.

I had just managed to get my hard-on under control when I saw her get up as the train pulled into another station. I got up just as she exited the doors and stepped onto the now empty platform as she headed away towards the escalators back up to the street. I guess I couldn't hide it from myself now, I was obviously just following her and yet her hot, curvy body held such sway over my mind that I couldn't stop. Back out on the dark street, she turned a corner and I followed her, our footsteps falling completely into step. It was a residential street of expensive looking Georgian houses with four floors and balconies looking out on the street. It was completely deserted except for the unimaginably hot, tall black woman and the little white guy following her every move, me. She stopped at a house and began to fish around in her handbag for something. As she did so, she turned and looked directly at me.

"You been following me?" she asked, to which I could only um and ah and look guiltily at the floor, "God, you have, you perv," then a moment's pause, "Hey, you're the guy from the bar. I saw you checking me out earlier," here I could only nod sheepishly, "Alright then, come with me," she grabbed me tightly by the arm with a grip that I couldn't shake off, not only was she considerably taller than me but she was obviously much stronger too, her long fingernails dug into my wrist, "Dirty little white boy like you deserves what's coming to him."