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Black Man's Girl

Black Man’s Girl My name is Melissa. I used to be Mel but that all changed after five years in state prison. I’m twenty-seven years old, five foot six inches with big green eyes, thick ruby-red lips (black guys call them ‘cock-sucking lips’) and a petite build weighing only 125 lbs. Even though I’m slim I have big heavy C-cup breasts that always get in the way. Black men seem to always be bumping into them and apologizing. I got them from years of taking hormones, which was something I wanted to do; it just made me feel better about myself. My tits balance nicely with a skinny waist, my plump ass and wide hips. They bounce up and down and my nipples stick out a lot, plus from all the years of estrogen my areolas are pronounced and wide, as big as any natural woman’s. Sometimes it makes me self-conscience, especially when I don’t wear a bra. I’ve needed a bra since I’m twenty-one years old, just before I got thrown in a men’s prison. In truth, I don’t resemble a boy at all anymore even though I was born one. I have long auburn brown hair to my shoulder blades, which now that it’s long is very wavy. Sometimes I straighten it because I know with heavy makeup it makes me look slutty. Is that okay to admit? I do secretly enjoy expressing my slutty side and sometimes when I party, like when one of the black guys offers me a hit off the glass pipe, I pretty much take my top off and let any guy, preferably black, do what they want to me. I just got out from prison where I spent five ...

... years for felony possession of crack cocaine. I’ve spent most of my adult life inside a state penitentiary, and surrounded by big horny black inmates. After my conviction I was sent to a holding cell and then transferred to the state penitentiary. The Corrections Department van was loaded with Black and Hispanic men. I was the only white guy there. They were making nasty comments, telling me how I would be ‘punked’ out, whatever that meant. Processing is a demoralizing experience. First you must be de-loused to prevent transmission of lice or mites. When I stripped naked the guards started laughing. There I stood all pale and white with my C cup breasts sticking out and a line of prisoners gawking. The guards segregated me. Told me I didn’t need de-lousing because I had no body hair and to just shampoo my head. Then I had to undergo a cavity search. I was told to bend over and grab my toes. A big black guard came up behind me and spread my ass cheeks open. “Sheeet, yo, check out dis bitch, she got a hairless pussy!” “Ooooo-weeee!” said another guard. “S’gonna be a good summa for D Block!” The guard took his latexed finger, swabbed a bit of Vaseline and stuck it way up my ass. He spent quite awhile inspecting my hole just to be extra sure I wasn’t hiding anything. Kinda made these circling motions plus also I could feel his breath on my ass cheeks. I couldn’t help it, all that attention to my body especially my pussy-hole made me leak pre-cum. I was so embarrassed. He slapped ...