Accidental conversion to big black cocks

“Jennifer,” I replied, “Jen if you want.”

“Can I walk you home, Jen?” He asked, that cheeky grin reappearing just as I remembered it.

I shrugged, trying to be nonchalant. “If you want…my boyfriend will probably be there though,” I lied. Craig would be at work for another few hours.

“I’m sure I can handle him.” He replied.

I turned for home and started walking, crazy thoughts running through my head. What was happening here? Was he genuinely just trying to get into my pants? Or was it more sinister? Bigger question: why was I considering LETTING him into my pants?

I didn’t live very far from work. Only a few minutes. A lot of the journey was in silence, although I could feel Mark’s eyes on my ass when he lagged behind. Eventually, we reached my front door. I tried to go inside immediately, but he grabbed my hand.

“Let me ask you something Jenny,” he choose his words carefully and deliberately. I thought about struggling, but his grip was soft and light. He didn’t seem very menacing. “Why have you been checking me out so much?” I didn’t know what to say. I wanted to say something, I even opened my mouth as if I was about to, but nothing came out. “Do you like black guys?”