Black Man's Girl - Sex Stories

Black Man's Girl

... kept my sphincter tied together. Some very nasty red bumps had formed around the ring of my hole, on the anal membrane. I looked at my breasts, which were covered in ointment and gauze. But I was alive and still in one piece. It took a long time for my hole to heal and the warts to go away. About two months in total. Dwayne left word for me he would take care of Marvin. I hoped whatever was coming Marvin’s way would be worse than what he did to me. Whatever happened they sorted things out because I would see Marvin around the yard. It seems the only casualty was me, his property, so Marvin must have compensated him with something else. I had lost some respect for Dwayne but didn’t dare tell him. About two years in, Dwayne got paroled and I had to find a new Daddy. DeRon was in for life, and insisted I was his now. But Marvin claimed a stake on my ass and the two argued who would own me. I was very flattered to be honest, and didn’t dare pick one over the other. Although DeRon would have been probably more kind to me. As it turned out I belonged to Marvin. I had to roll up my belongings and move into his cell. He was waiting there with his legs splayed and his huge penis dangling openly. One sight of me and it became erect. He just pointed to his cock, and I knew what was expected. He fucked me hard all night, and had a crew mate stop over and do the same. He was a mean owner. I wasn't treated like a fine bitch, but more like a maid and slave. That didn't stop the gang ...

... rapes, either. I was brought to the dorm room, consisting of eighteen black inmates, a few times per week. They had it down to a ritual now. I was brought in, then the TV was turned up. A few white sheets were placed over a rear bunk bed, and then they took turns fucking me all day. The only bright spot was they would give me some rock to smoke now and then. That helped. They even called me Queen of Rock. Luther kept feeding me estrogen. It was really only because of Luther I survived at all. He loved me but didn’t approve of my crack addiction. Still, he was devoted. And fucked me in that little closet every chance he got. That, was the highlight of my last three years in the hole. Marvin whored me out, had me serve his crew, and Luther comforted me in between. When I was up for parole, I was approved the first go round. I found a cheap apartment outside the city and not far from Luther’s house. He was married, so we couldn’t move in together. But he loved me, and I loved him and his big fat cock. I made money the old fashioned way, escorting to pay the bills. Luther helped out where he could. He told me the prison never saw a tranny as hot as me after that. Still, as I look back, I can’t help but feel a thrill when I look back and think of all those gang fucks. Even the rapes, there is something about being the center of attention to black men that strikes deep. Sometimes, if I’m really tweaked on rock, I’ll go to an adult video store, usually in the black part of town and make ...