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When I lived in Berlin I found it was very easy to have sex with a lot of macho men from the Turkish community. Generally they couldn’t have any sex before marriage, there was a lot of racism and most German girls would have nothing to do with them, so a tgirl slut like me was a gift from God for them. I had moved to Berlin because of its reputation for being a wild sex party kind of city and so it is for gay guys but gays were so busy trying to be super butch and masculine that tgirls tended to be looked down on. In some ways Berlin is a great place to be a tgirl as it’s very liberal and no one bats an eye at seeing tgirls in public. But there’s no commercial tgirl scene really so it’s not so easy to meet guys.
The Internet was the answer. I signed up to a German transvestite contact site and found that I became very popular with straight Turkish guys. I even became like a wife for one Turkish guy but that’s another story. I had never been racist in any way but until I came to Berlin I’d only ever had sex with Caucasian men. I discovered I loved middle eastern men, their jet black hair, their hairy bodies and their skin which seemed so dark beside my white Irish skin. And so I decided I would like more and I resolved to look for a black man. I think I just relished strong differences between me and the men I saw; I liked polarities – their ultra masculinity against my ultra femininity, their dominance against my submission… So the greatest possible disparity in skin colour was an aspect of this.
I looked for ads online and posted ads myself but there are not so many black guys in Berlin. However, one day I saw an ad from a young black man looking for a crossdresser and wrote him an email. I actually thought I would never hear from him as he was much younger than me and even though that was no problem with the Turks who were sex starved, I couldn’t imagine it applying to a young black guy but within a few days I got a reply and two pictures. I couldn’t believe it, he was 28 years old, American, very tall and slender and very handsome. He wrote that he was a musician and that he traveled to Berlin a couple of times a month. He wrote he never had had any experience with a crossdresser and that he had a girlfriend but he was really curious and would like to meet. I wrote back that I would love to meet him and that I was only interested in meeting for sex. No small talk, just hot sex.
I dressed in my favourite black lingerie, black lacy bra, black satin corset, pulled as tight as I could possibly make it, black silk seamed stockings with a Cuban heel and six inch black patent leather heels. I didn’t bother with a dress or panties. This was to be about sex so he might as well see I was ready for it from the moment he came in. I applied a lot of makeup to give me an extra slutty look and a load of my brightest, sluttiest, red lipstick.
He arrived at my apartment and I could hardly believe my eyes. He was gorgeous. Very tall and athletically built. Very handsome.
I asked him what I could offer him to drink and he said whiskey cola. I brought him his drink and sat beside him on the sofa. He was nervous. But I’m such an experienced slut that I knew how to get things going. I laid my hand on his jeans and felt his cock begin to rise. I knew that this was going to work. ‘I’m your whore,’ I whispered. ‘You get exactly what you want. Just take it. Use me as your slut, your sex slave. Just do whatever you want.’ This got him harder and his face took on a much more confident expression as he told me that he wanted me to be his sissy bitch.
I slid down on my knees in front of him and pulled off his shoes and pants. He had a very big and thick cock. I stroked it and felt it get hard in my hand. I wrapped my lips around it and started sucking it and licking it. He moaned and called me his bitch. ‘Suck it, bitch’, he told me. I sucked it and realized how different a black cock is from others. It’s not just the size though his was bigger than I am used to. Somehow it tasted quite unlike any other I had had. It was delicious. I really went through my cocksucking ritual, teasing him by flicking my tongue at its opening, rolling the head around in my mouth while my tongue lapped and lapped, moving rapidly all around the head and shaft and then little by little taking its full length deep down my throat until his tight curled pubic hair was scratching my face and I was gagging a bit. But he wouldn’t let me withdraw but grabbed me by the back of my head and pulled me into him. I breathed heavily through my nose and soon settled down to taking this huge monster of a cock. After sucking it for about ten minutes, my jaw was beginning to ache and I asked him if I could lick his balls and suck them. He said yes. I got both his balls in my mouth and I could tell he really liked it. All the time he kept up a commentary, saying, ‘oh yes sissy, take it all you cheap fucking whore, you cunt, you bitch.’ Occasionally he would pull it out and slap it against my face. When he saw that this excited me more he took to slapping me with the palm of his hand, first one hand, then the other, at first lightly then harder, causing tears to spring to my eyes and run down my face.
He told me he wanted to fuck me. I got off the floor and got on all fours on the bed. I put lubricant on my shaved ass. I put a condom on his cock and applied the lubricant on it. He came from behind and put his big hard cock in my ass. I had prepared for this with a dildo before he came but still his cock was bigger and longer. It really hurt but I was determined to be his woman and show him I could take all of him. I wanted to impress him and hope that he would like it enough that he would come back to visit me. He fucked me hard and fast from behind and forced me down to lie on my stomach and hold my ass up for his cock fucking me. I had learned this from my Turkish husband. This was his favorite position and it was how he liked to fuck me the most so I was used to it. But this black stud was much bigger. Lying on my stomach actually allowed his cock to go in deeper and not hurt as much. He increased his speed and I could tell he was close to coming. I moaned at him ‘Fuck your bitch, shoot your load into her tight white pussy. I’m your sissy, your slut. Breed me, Master.’
He laid all his weight on top of me and slowed down to four or five very slow but deep strokes and came with a roar, shouting, ‘Shit, bitch! Take my nigger seed, fucking sissy bitch.’ I could feel his load, pulsing in my ass hole. He slapped my ass playfully a few times and sniggered a bit. He pulled out his cock and I could see the condom was full with his sperm. He took off the condom and sat back down on the sofa. ‘Yeah, sissy, that was a real good fuck. I think you just converted me big time to white sissies. And you like it rough too. That’s real good. You’re a great whore, girl, and you dress for your Master real pretty.’
I got him another drink and sat beside him and very tenderly touched his semi erect cock. I played with it for some minutes and then again started to suck it. I could taste the drops of cum dripping out of his cock. He told me he wanted me to suck his balls again. I knew he liked this the first time I did it. I sat on the floor in front of him and sucked his balls. He stroked his cock until it became hard again. He told me, ‘Yes bitch, suck my balls’ and jacked his cock. After some minutes he started jerking harder and then once again he came. His cum ran down his hand and I tried to catch as much as I could in my mouth. I then took his cock back into my mouth and started sucking on it very tenderly and enjoying the last drop of his sweet sperm. I then took his hand and sucked on every finger to get every last drop of his cum.
His visit lasted for about an hour. He told me he had a very good time and would like to visit me again. After he left I found the condom he had used and saw the big load of sperm in it. I lay down on the bed on my back and let his juice slowly flow into my mouth and enjoyed how it felt and tasted in my mouth. An hour later I wrote him an email and told him that I would gladly be his bitch anytime and all he had to do is give me an hour’s advance notice and I would be available for him anytime he needed his bitch.
We met many times since then. So I converted him to sex with sissies and he converted me to black studs.
I love black men. Of course, I love the taste of their skin and their cum. But more than that I love their attitude – they’re confident in their masculinity and I think a sissy like me makes them feel even more masculine. More than anything, I like being used as their bitch and told what to do.
