Black Man's Girl - Sex Stories

Black Man's Girl

... N word many times but when I got to prison and saw these huge beastly black men I was terrified. From the start they had their eyes all over me. I was conscious of every inch of my body because everywhere I went their eyes were on me. I can’t describe the feeling, I was strangely excited and it didn’t help my fat tits stuck out prominently and my nipples got hard when I noticed black men staring at me. I didn’t know what to do. It kind of gave me away and a few times could feel cum leaking from my little clitty, I mean penis. I never really leaned toward other men sexually before but from the first day I had seen plenty of sex and black cock, especially in the shower when I saw three white boys sucking off, and getting fucked by, a squad of black men. I wondered just how that was happening, were they letting these black guys do this because they liked it or were they scared? It looked like both, they were submitting like a girl, and at the same time petrified of being hurt. Those were some really big dicks; I could never think of mine the same again. Mine was laughable. The only reason others could even see it was because I shave my crotch bare naked like a little girl. Not that there was ever much hair there to begin with. I don’t know, it just makes me feel good to be perfectly bare all over, especially between my legs. I used to have some body hair, not much, but even that disappeared after all those hormones. It never grew back. The guards were obviously in on the action. ...

... They kept watch from the front of the big shower room, allowing this lurid conduct. Curiously, they kept me segregated from the others on the far side. I suppose with my breasts and all, and my hair was especially long at that time, I really looked like a girl. The only way you could tell otherwise was if you looked between my legs in front, and even then it didn’t hang, just kinda stuck out an inch. My balls were so shrunk from estrogen you could easily mistake them for pussy lips. There were twenty black men, some of them black as night, others brown-skinned and lighter. They had gang tats over their bodies, which were mostly hard and muscular. The one thing they all had in common was those gigantic cocks. They caught me peeking more than once, and that seemed to rile them up. It wasn’t hard to tell either because they went from soft to hard in seconds. Those were some enormous erections, all pointing straight to the ceiling. Like there was some giant powerful magnet above the tile controlling them. I blushed. I turned around so as not to encourage them, but then heard whistles because they could see my ass. They were saying lurid and graphic things about my rear end. Uh oh, I thought. If they’re fucking those white guys, and I’m way more fem than them, plus having big breasts and a fat ass, what was in store for me? I looked down. My nipples and areolas were stimulated and hard. So was my little dick, which measured all of three inches fully excited. I tried to ignore it. ...