You must have dozed off. You woke and it was light. It was morning and you had been out all night. What would Christine think? She would have her own body back by now. You would be twins.
You rolled over and looked at the man sleeping beside you. It was Roy. Last night had not been a dream. You were both naked and his black skin was such a stark contrast to your own. You looked down at his penis. It seemed huge. Was he having a morning woody? It was nearly twice the length of your hand. Well not really your hand. Christine’s small hands. It had to be 9 inches long and you were not even sure if that was full size.
You couldn’t help yourself. You reached down and grasped the rod. Immediately Roy’s eyes popped open. You whispered to him ‘Once more before I have to leave’
He didn’t object. This time it wasn’t prolonged. He positioned himself and pushed into you. It hurt a little but soon he was once more in a rhythm. He was working away and you could feel yourself nearing a climax when for the second time in 24 hours your sister walked in on you in the middle of sex. This time it was with a smiling black man’s face that he said. ‘Hurry up there. We need to leave these good people to their day’
You grinned back at him over Roy’s contorting body. ‘Just wait. I’m busy’ He smiled once more and closed the door.
Thank goodness you were offered a shower before leaving. You felt much better as you farewelled Roy and Charlotte. You were relieved that you had not succumbed to sex with your sister. That would have been awkward. You had no doubt that you would have been Lebron’s had he been the one to undress you. As it was you had satisfied your lust for black dick but not violated your moral code.
At least that was your state of mind originally. As you sat in the taxi you thought about the real Christine. She would be back in her own body by now and would no doubt want to know where you had been all night. What would you tell her?