1. Black Man's Girl


    Date: 4/6/2015, Categories: True Story, Interracial, Non-consensual sex, Rape, Transsexual, Author: melissacarter, Rating: 92.3, Source: sexstories.com

    around a big strong black man and makes me literally wet between the legs and yearning for big thick cock up my ass. The harder the better, too. The estrogen felt wonderful.. It helped me to feel fully realized as a woman, even though I still held my genitalia. No one could tell unless I spread my legs open, and by the time I found myself in that position there was a big erection about to push into me. The guys didn’t mind it in the least- many said it was better than real pussy because my little appendage dangled back and forth echoing the thrusts of my lovers. The harder they pounded the more it bounced around. Often they would pull out at climax just to shoot all over my dainty little organ. It had become a novelty. After three months I began to notice the hormonal effects. Luther had given me strong weekly doses, to the point my breasts began to lactate if squeezed. It was blissful. After six months my ass had so fully formed I had cellulite on the rear of my upper thighs and dimpling of my now very large buttocks. I could no longer fit into medium size panties so a collection was taken up to get a new set of underwear to accommodate my now blossoming derriere. Even though I was still the same 125 pounds, my butt was Kardashian. I felt very self-conscious especially about the cellulite. But niggers just went crazy for it. It was a true money-maker. Dwayne had me working the tier overtime. I was top prize, even more than before. Cigarettes would no longer do- if you ...
    wanted my ass you paid in drugs. Strictly drugs. It’s amazing how much contraband gets through prison gates. There was so much crack and heroin in Tier C it seemed most everyone was on one or the other. You could tell the crackheads- they were up for days and relentlessly horny. It was an infinite loop, an endless cycle of smoking, trading, paying, fucking and smoking again. And believe me, I got my share. This was to the betterment of all. After my first bump I was ready for plenty of dick and usually the rougher the better. That made for a line of customers daily. My tits had become so full and heavy. They were sore, not just from those big nigger lips sucking my milk, but from the onslaught of estrogen pumping through me. My nipples were the size of mini-marshmallows and my areolas bumpy and wide as a sand dollar. All I had to do was give a little squeeze to my ripe breasts and milk would squirt out. I found out Luther was giving me twice the normal dosage for transgender girls. I was like a turkey and he was fattening me up for Thanksgiving. I can’t quite describe the feeling of bliss- you have to live it to know it. All I can say is I was happy to be a woman, and in a prison full of horny black men it was a fantasy come true. My skin and hair was so ultra soft and delicate. I bruised so easy, one of the effects from estrogen. If one of the men was rough with me I often had bruising on my ass cheeks and tits. Sometimes my legs and arms. Dwayne allowed for it, saying you can’t ...
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