I turned on my side to look at him, his fit black body glistening with a sheen of perspiration, with the memory of what had just happened still playing in my mind, my body suffused with total satisfaction, and my frustrations all washed away, I closed my eyes and immediately drifted off to sleep.
I woke up and the bedside lights were still on but there was darkness outside, so it was still night. I looked over and he was still lying beside me and with a rush the memory of what he had done to me flooded back. He had the sheet lightly draped over him and the rise and fall of his chest seemed to indicate he was asleep. I looked down and could see under the sheet a bulge at his groin and I dared to take a look at the beast that had pleasured me so much.
Gently I peeled back the sheet until his cock was revealed. It was fat and long and lying across his thigh so maybe that was as soft as it got, what a weapon! and I couldn't resist touching it again, The condom was gone and I could see it on the bedside table with the other packets and the box of tissues, some of which we had used to clean ourselves before we went to sleep. I reached out and lightly ran my fingers along that embodiment of manhood, sensing its latent strength, running my fingers over the shiny helmet that had given me so much pleasure. Without thinking I put my hand around it and lifted it slightly and was reminded how heavy it felt.
I sensed a movement and dragged my eyes away from his penis and let go of it, and looked up at him and saw he was awake.
'I'm sorry,' I said, 'I didn't mean to wake you.'
'That doesn't matter, I am yours for whatever you want.' and with that he reached for another condom.
My pussy was still feeling very used from what he had already done with me, and I didn't think I could do it any more. I stopped him and said, 'No, not that, I want to watch you cum.'
He smiled at me and lay back on the bed, so I settled myself beside him and took hold of his cock again. Even as I held it, I felt it throb in my hand and it started to grow again. I was amazed at the speed with which it grew as I stroked it, lightly running my fingers across the shiny helmet, and within hardly more than a couple of minutes I was holding a rigid erection, and that after having just fucked me, and cum himself. It had grown fatter and a lot harder but not much longer, being probably about eight inches when fully erect and from the fucking he had given me I knew that was plenty. I stared in wonder at this black embodiment of maleness, standing rigidly vertical right in front of my face, with my hand wrapped around its hardness.
I went on stroking that hardness, rubbing my hand up and down the full length, more and more positively, rubbing against the edge of his helmet each time. With my other hand I fondled his balls as his black, wrinkly sac was hanging slackly below his cock with his two large, egg-shaped testicles clearly outlined inside, that moved of their own accord. I lifted them up and they slid easily as I fingered them gently, and wondered how much sperm was left in them, and I was determined to find out! I continued to stroke his stiffness, to wank him, not roughly, but with an increasing grip on the shaft. A small bead of clear juice appeared in the eye and I knew he was getting aroused, and I looked at his face and his eyes were tight shut and he had a smile on his lips which were slightly apart so I guessed he was enjoying it.