Black Man's Girl - Sex Stories

Black Man's Girl

... who swaggered about the prison, like masters. It wasn’t long that I started gravitating toward Dwayne , I mean I don’t know I just felt so feminine with him, then like sometimes we’d walk the track together and he would slip things in like I was the sexiest white boy he’d ever seen, that I should at least try and see if I’d like to give myself up to a black man completely, that I shouldn’t waste my big fat booty and cock-sucking lips. One day I mean I had really been completely focused on Dwayne, I couldn’t think of anything else, so I decided to take it cautiously, I slipped him a note at lunch: Dwayne, Hey, it’s Melissa, I really miss you today! I like how you make me feel, and hope you don’t get mad for what I have to say. I’ve been thinking about what you said, how I shouldn’t waste my body and pretty face, and how I ought to be protected by a big strong black man and, well… I want to be your girlfriend. I want to try but don’t want anyone else to know, because I’m afraid they’ll think I’m gay and then I might get sent to the dorm room and raped or something… I’ve fooled around with men before but never a relationship or anything. It was usually quick one-time sex at an adult arcade or in the park. But with you it’s different. You are all man and bring out the girl in me. You make me want it more than just one time. Please keep this a secret. Let me know what you think. Kisses, Melissa. I added a giggle, just to keep it light but deep inside knew what this meant- I was ...

... asking him to own me. It was exhilarating and frightening. What if he told others? I got a reply note from him not long after. He promised to keep my secret but also said it wouldn’t take long for the rest of the block to know I was turned out and owned. He said we would have to get rid of my cellie so he could move in. And that once the homies saw that, they would know all. But he also said I would be under his protection now, so in a way I’d be safer than before. I don’t know what Dwayne did but the white guy moved the next morning and in came my man. I made sure my legs were shaved smooth that day. I changed my hair style to surprise him. Gave myself cute bangs in front but kept it long and straight everywhere else. No more prison-issued uniforms for me. I had on my shortest shorts, a thin form-fitting pair that rode halfway up my ass. My cheeks were quite visible. A flimsy tank top that showed my belly button, and some wedges I had smuggled into prison. I was like a cat in heat, pacing the walls of my cell, my tits barely held in place. My nipples poked through and a few times the guards whistled. I took red Kool-Aid and chap stick and made lip-gloss. I wore blue eye shadow I’d created from colored pencils. I wasn’t a man anymore, not even a boy wanting a man, I was a weak little girl who needed a real man, a black man to balance the feminine bitch I’d become. I was really nervous, but he took control of the situation, let my hands hold that throbbing black dick in his ...