Ever since my first sexual experience, I’ve known that I wanted to be a white cock only slut, and that’s what I am. That might seem like a strange thing for someone to say without explanation, so let me explain. First of all, I’m black. But maybe that isn’t surprising. What may surprise you is that I was born male.
The truth is, I wasn’t even aware of my true sexual desires until I was eighteen and in my senior year of high school. At that time I was dating girls, but it wasn’t about sex. I was doing it because, being popular, I was expected to do it. I also went out with girls because I liked their company. I liked doing things with them that other guys wouldn’t.
I would go shopping with them, go to ballets and plays with them, and even binge-watch romantic comedies with them. I had a lot of girlfriends at that time, so I gained a sort of reputation as a ladies' man. People thought I was fucking the girls. I didn’t encourage that thought, but I didn’t discourage it either. Likewise, to my surprise, the girls also didn’t deny it. I asked one of them about it one day and her answer was perfectly understandable.
“Why would any girl try to deny that you’ve fucked her? It’s not as if people are saying I fucked Pickle Martin or something,” Caroline smiled. Pickle Martin was a really nice guy but he had a severe case of acne where pimples seemed to pop out all over his body. “You’re smart, athletic, and popular. Truth is, most every girl you’ve dated would probably have let you do her if you wanted to. Also, with people believing we put out for you, we get to finish school without the pressure of our friends trying to convince us that we should have our cherries popped. Guys trying to get with us just so they can be our first, and our enemies being able to use our virgin status against us. The way I see it, if we let people believe what they want to believe, we all win.”
So most people thought I was some kind of oversexed stud at that time. Most people, but not everyone. I didn’t have a clue that anyone was thinking anything different until the middle of the school year.
One day, following practice with the track team, when all my teammates were gone, I stood in front of one of the full-length mirrors in the locker room looking at my nude body. I am of average height and had braided raven hair, that I had planned to turn into dreadlocks, that fell to frame a slender ovoid face possessing topaz colored hazel eyes which displayed an exotic slant that was almost Asian in appearance. A small, pert nose, and a medium-sized mouth with soft, pouty lips that always seemed to glisten moistly.
Standing there, I let my gaze move down over the smooth mahogany surface of the skin that covered my slender, muscled form. As I stared at myself, I couldn’t help but think, as I often did, of just how cute and girlish I looked. I looked almost exactly like my mother except that her skin is a slightly darker tone. The only thing that showed I wasn’t a girl was the thick eight inches of flaccid cock that hung between my legs.I also realized that if not for the fact that everyone knew I could and would fight I might have spent my entire in school being teased and bullied about it. But after a few guys tried to pick on me because they thought I looked like a girl, and I sent them home bloody, that quickly stopped.
But just because I didn’t let other people mess with me about my girlish appearance, didn’t mean that I didn’t have any opinion of my own about the matter. And the truth was there were many times that I had looked at myself and wondered what it would be like to be a girl. Often I imagined myself as a girl and, for some reason, I didn’t feel the least bit embarrassed about doing so.
Curious as to whether there were others who were like me, I went online to see what I could find out regarding it. When I did I was immediately introduced to tranny, shemale, and sissy-training porn. I later came across the more respectable LGBTQ sites, but the first sites that popped up in my search were extremely sexual in content.
Of course, I visited the porn sites, and when I did I found the trans women on those sites to be fascinating. I was especially impressed by Jessy Dubai, Annabelle Lane, and Domino Pressley. They could be so beautiful and feminine. Also, when I compared them to women like Kira Noir, Riley Reid, and Sasha Grey, I saw that they could be just as sexually uninhibited. Sometimes they fucked females. Sometimes they fucked males. And sometimes they fucked other transexual women.
My favorite videos of them were when they were being dominated by the men they were with and fucked hard. Jessy Dubai seemed to be the most insatiable and whorish when she was being fucked. She seemed to love it so much that she couldn’t get enough, and her display of the intense hunger she experienced was a beautiful and inspiring depiction of sexuality.
While sating my curiosity, I watched a lot of tranny and shemale porn. I especially liked watching the sissy-training and sissy-hypno videos. I always got turned on by them but I didn’t masturbate to them. At the time I was more than a little perturbed by the fact that I could be affected by transexual pornography as strongly as I was.
After a while, I stopped watching to concentrate on other things. But sometimes, when I looked at myself in the mirror and imagined myself as a girl as I was doing at that moment, images of the transexual women in those videos would come to mind and I wanted to do everything those sissy training videos instructed me to do.
Lost in thought while admiring myself, I was shocked and my body stiffened when I felt the rough touch of an enormous hand slide slowly across my stomach to the other side of my body. Before I was able to clear my head and move, I was pulled back against the powerful frame of the person behind me. Shifting my eyes from my own form to that of the guy at my back, I saw that Jason Raines was there and his body was as bare as my own. This added to my confusion, not just because he was naked but also because I had always thought he hated me.
We had fought once, in junior high a couple of years earlier, and I had kicked his ass. Since then we had avoided each other. Or, from the way he was holding me, maybe I had it wrong and it had only been me who had been avoiding him.
I looked at the two of us in the mirror and saw that we were complete physical opposites of each other. Where I was girlishly slender and of average height with a glowing brown complexion, Jason was a huge blonde-haired, blue-eyed brutish example of masculinity who stood about six-feet-five-inches, weighed something like two-hundred-and-forty-pounds, and had skin that showed only the slightest hint of a tan.
I didn’t move for a moment, I just stood staring at the two of us in the mirror. There was something about the sight that seemed both familiar and sexually exciting, causing my cock to swell into an erect and throbbing mass. It suddenly occurred to me what was happening. I wasn’t viewing the vision in the mirror and seeing myself with Jason, I was gazing at that image and seeing a powerful white man preparing to fuck a beautiful black woman.Then reality hit and, realizing I was the woman in that scenario, my heart began to pound a little in fear. I pushed at the heavily muscled arm that Jason had placed about my middle, but he held me easily in his grip. That was when I noticed something else that astonished me. I was pushing at his arm lightly, not as if I really wanted to get away but like a girl who was only feigning reluctance and a desire for the boy to stop.
Jason smiled when he saw my hard cock. Leaning down so that the warmth of his cheek was pressed against mine, I felt delicate strands of the silken golden softness of his hair, brush in a tantalizing tickle across my neck and shoulder as he whispered softly.
“Don’t fake it as if you don’t want this to happen. You want it. You’ve always wanted it. Every time you look in the mirror you see the gorgeous little black whore you were meant to be. So be that bitch,” he murmured. The hand on my stomach moved slowly upwards, the touch of his fingertips seeming to trace fiery lines that singed my flesh where they passed until he grasped my chest. My dark chocolate nipples were hard and sensitive as they poked into his palm. “I’m gonna make you my bitch. I’m gonna let out that nasty little slut you’ve been keeping in a cage and for the rest of the school year you’re gonna be my sex puppet.”
I could smell the aroma of the spearmint gum he had been chewing as he spoke, and with his every word, an electric tingling sensation went through my body, the most intense of which rose within my cock and balls. It was at that moment that I felt the stiff heat of his strongly pulsing prick press against the outer cheek of my left buttock. I couldn’t see it, but from what I could feel his cock was proportionately huge in comparison to the rest of his physique.
Warm, thick globules of precum were drooling from the head of his massive rod which fell to splatter the dark flesh of my asscheek. The sensation of the heated fluid dripping onto my ass made me imagine what it would look like, and what I imagined. The mental picture of a big white cock pressed against the firm petite roundness of a cute black ass was so hot that I moaned with pleasure and desire.
As the carnal sensations coursed through my body, I wondered if what I was feeling was what a girl would feel. Prior to that moment, sexual considerations were abstract to me and not all consuming in my thoughts. But as I stood held in Jason’s arms, sex was all I could think about. Not only that, but it was the first time any man had touched me in a sexual manner and his caress was driving me crazy with desire. No girl I’d ever held in my arms or kissed had ever conjured such a powerful erotic passion within me.
“Let me go,” I said. Again I pushed at Jason’s arm, but again it was a halfhearted effort. The only effect I managed to achieve was that I pushed my body back more firmly into his, an act that caused the position of his throbbing fat shaft to shift so that it slid into the soft, warm crevasse of my ass and made me groan and quiver in ecstasy. “Ohhhh fuuuuccckkkkk!”
Jason laughed then began to kiss and lick at the side of my neck. He spoke in a murmur against the tingling flesh of my neck and the vibration of his lips made me cry out again while pushing myself back harder against him.
“That’s it, bitch. Let go. I always knew you were a hot assed little black whore,” he said, He began to hump his hips, sliding his big white prick back and forth in the crack of my virginal black ass while, at the same time, I leaned back against his muscular chest and began to undulate my hips lasciviously, grinding my ass against his cock.
It just happened. I didn’t think about it beforehand. It was instinctive. When he started gliding his cock between the cheeks of my butt I automatically began to respond by rolling my hips and pressing back against him in order to add to his arousal and increase our pleasure.
What’s wrong with me? I asked myself silently as I stared at my reflection in the mirror.
It was as if I was observing someone else. The black person I saw was acting like a slut. Furthermore, the person I was viewing appeared to be reveling in the sensual pleasures of the moment. But the thing that was most impressed upon me at the sight was the extreme carnality of it and the gloriousness of the display of passion on the part of the writhing black bitch. She was acting like a whore while being held in the arms of a strong, gorgeous white man and I couldn’t help but think that she was exactly where she was supposed to be.
That’s when it occurred to me. There was nothing wrong with me. Jason was right. I was a little black whore and I had always been a little black whore. I had just been waiting for someone to see the inner slut I was hiding and bring it out of me. At that moment, I was exactly where I was supposed to be. The only thing that was wrong was that I was fighting against myself and questioning my desire when my physical responses to the moment should have been enough to let me know what I needed.
Suddenly, gazing into my own eyes in my reflection, my lips turned up in a happy smile and I let myself relax, my body seeming to almost melt into Jason’s. I wasn’t a ladies' man and I never would be. I was too much of a girl to be a man. There was too much woman, bitch, slut, whore, and fucktoy inside me for that.
I had always known deep down that I should have been born a girl and decided at that moment that I would the girl I should have been. Which, when considering my response to being in the strong arms of a muscular white man and the way my thoughts of how his fat, white cock might look drooling slimy dollops of pearly whitish precum on the dark cheeks of my black ass had affected me, would make me a definite slut for white cock.
I turned my head to look at Jason. As we gazed into one another’s eyes I smiled up at him.
“Let me go please, Jason,” I said in a light casual tone of voice. I didn’t push at his arm but he released me.
My feet seemed to glide in the air above the tiles of the locker room floor as they moved me back two yards from him. I looked at the man in front of me in a manner that was unlike the way I had ever looked at anyone. I let my eyes rove over his body appraisingly and was thrilled by the enticements of his masculinity. I saw the bulging muscles of his biceps, the way his massive chest rose and fell with every breath, the rippled flatness of his abdomen, the strong ropes of sinew at his thighs, and the throbbing shaft of his dripping prick, and I wanted him.
It was as if I was seeing my favorite meal and my mouth watered as I looked at him. But that wasn’t all. I also noticed a strange sensation arising from within my ass. There was a strange hunger inside my rectum that I’d never felt before but immediately understood. I wanted… I needed… to get fucked.