I used to see her everyday at work. I'm an executive at a large insurance company and she is one of the secretaries. But she'd captured my attention every time. She was beautiful. Her green eyes, her long black hair, her chocolate skin, her curvaceous ass, her luscious tits, all bound together in a gorgeous frame. I had wanted to ask her out but our racial difference made it difficult; I didn't think she'd cross that barrier too easily. That's why I asked a good black friend of mine to set us up.
He was quite the ladies' man so it was no problem for him. Only the next night she came over to my place for dinner. I was surprised she'd take such a risk, not even knowing me, but I learned that night that she was quite the aggressive type, not keen to ever take 'no' for an answer. Consequently, any attempts from me to bed her were initially unsuccessful.
But it was only a week after our first date that she decided, to my surprise, to spend the night at my place, her decision. I hadn't even seen her since that first night, but a week later she came up to me at work and told me to cook supper, since she was spending the night, and that i should also be ready to 'satisfy her juicy cunt,' so she hoped i had the 'necessary equipment. '
"Don't disappoint me, darling, " she said.
I'd been with a couple women in my life and while I'd bragged to my friends about my amazing sexual prowess, honestly, I had no self-confidence in my abilities, especially since I was really very poorly endowed.
Now, Jasmine's words were echoing in my head. I knew she'd had several boyfriends in the past, all of them black, and now I was expected to match up to those big black cocks. I began to feel really hot, not out of lust, but out of fear. My cock was pretty small, and for that matter, so was my body in general. I was always a big talker in the men's locker room, but secretly I'd always known I was quite a pathetic man, certainly in the bedroom. I was sweating. What was I going to do?
Even before Jasmine had arrived that night I'd already starting drinking in order to calm down. She enjoyed the meal. At least I was a good cook. After dinner she jumped in the shower.
"Get some glasses and that bottle of wine and wait for me in bed,
"she said, before disrobing in front of me and going off to shower.
Oh, she was incredible. How I wished I had a big cock. I was more scared than ever and and half a bottle of wine disappeared down my throat before I saw Jasmine again. She was naked, water rolling down her smooth body. As she lay down beside me in my bed I decided I could do this and quickly rolled over to lock my lips into hers. We kissed, long, hard, wet kisses. The alcohol in my system gave me the courage to continue. But I suddenly realized something horrible.
My cock was not hard yet. While I kissed her I grabbed my limp penis and played with it, hoping it would stand up like it should.
