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sgtblkwarrior: You could come visit me
trankwilitee: All the way in Alaska???
sgtblkwarrior: Yeah!
trankwilitee: But it’s so cold.
sgtblkwarrior: I’ll keep you warm.
trankwilitee: Really?
sgtblkwarrior: Yeah gurl. You know I been feeling you for a while
trankwilitee: Same here. What if I do come?
sgtblkwarrior: I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you!
trankwilitee: Yasssssss Daddy
sgtblkwarrior: For real. We’ll hang out & have a good time & stuff
trankwilitee: I’d like that.
sgtblkwarrior: I’m for real girl. I’ll pay for your ticket
trankwilitee: You’re making me want to do it.
sgtblkwarrior: Look up flights for 3 to 4 weeks out. I gotta get going.
‘sgtblkwarrior’ had a real identity - Akeem Mitchell, staff sergeant in the U.S. Army. He was stationed at Fort Wainwright in Fairbanks, Alaska. And, he was ready to meet the pretty reddish-brown skinned transsexual. After following her amateur hardcore videos for a couple of years, he messaged her. He was delighted to hear back. Eventually, they began communicating on the phone.
Akeem’s day was just starting. He finished getting dressed and looked in the mirror. He had a wide nose, protruding brow, dark eyes, and a deep golden complexion with a naturally bulky build. He kept it all in check by working out frequently. Most people thought he had once played football. Coming in at five-ten and 215 pounds, he looked like a fullback that may have done well in a D-III program. But, he had not. Well, at least not for long. He was on the roster in the 8th & 9th grade, but his attitude led the coaches to deem him a lost cause.
Satisfied with his appearance, the non-commissioned officer left his apartment and got into his bright red, modified 2012 Honda Civic Si Coupe. Vroom. The 16-valve, iVTEC supercharged engine shrilled when Akeen started the ignition. He headed out of the complex to Barrett Community Army Hospital where he worked.
Jade Ramirez, also known as ‘trankwilitee’, a forkful of the crispy chicken salad to her mouth. She was having lunch at her desk today and corresponding with her friend Akeem. She pondered flying to the Arctic to finally meet him. It would not be the first time she had traveled to meet a man. But, he would be the first in a long time. She had been single for almost a year now after a turbulent rollercoaster relationship with DeJohn.
She opened up a new web browser and went to a travel site. She selected the option for a round trip. She typed ‘in ‘FLL’ for the departure and ‘Fairbanks, AK’ for the arrival. She was instantly deflated when all she saw were flights with two layovers. Then she saw an option to show only those with one stop - a single option costing nearly $250 more. It was worth it to her. She didn’t need Akeem to pay for her travel. At least she would split the fare.
She was certainly interested in connecting with Akeem. He, too, had a couple of low-quality videos posted on the site where they met. But even with the mediocre cinematography, she could still that he had a stout, hardy physique. He was her type. She recalled a part of their first phone conversation:
“So, are you originally from south Florida,” Akeem inquired.
“Tampa actually. I moved down here for college and never left,” Jade giggled.
“That’s what’s up. Did you go to the U?”
“No I didn’t go to Miami. I went to FIU. Florida International University.”
“Oh okay. Good deal. What’s your degree in?”
“I got a bachelor of fine arts in theatre with a costume design concentration.”
“That sounds interesting!”
“It sounds unemployable,” she clowned.
“I thought you had a job,” Akeem asked cautiously and raised an eyebrow.
“I do,” she confirmed. “I’m just saying getting a job in the field can be tough. I’m a buyer for retail fashion chain.”
“Not bad.”
“So, what do you do?”
“I’m in the military. Army. Remember?”
“I do. I mean what is your specific job?”
“I’m an operating room specialist. Same thing as a surgical tech in the civilian world.”
“Wow! That’s impressive.”
“Not really. I’m not the surgeon or the nurse.”
“But they couldn’t do their jobs without you.”
“I’ll give you that.”
“Where did you grow up,” the fashion professional asked.
“All over. I’m a military brat. Spent time in Germany, Florida, North Carolina, Texas, and northern Virginia.”
“Sweet! So you followed in your father’s footsteps?”
“And mother’s.”
“That’s fabulous!”
“I gotta say you look great,” the serviceman shared. “I like the new tits, but you were still hot before with those little buds you had.”
“Thanks,” Jade smiled. “You know I wasn’t sure about getting them.”
“Really? Why not?”
“I was happy with my appearance. My ex thought they’d be a nice addition. And, he paid for them.”
“The d**g dealer?”
“The very one.”
“So, would you say it did it for him?”
“No. I’d say he definitely had an influence. I’d considered it numerous times before ever meeting him.”
“We have something in common. I paid for an ex’s boob job once.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep. Few years ago. I was young, dumb, and full of cum as they say.”
“Were you happy with the results.”
“I didn’t care one way or the other. It ended up being a mistake though. Learning experience as white people say.”
“Exactly. Some things just have to be charged to the game.”
Talking to him was always easy and unforced. They could discuss religion, politics, and sex without attacking or getting angry.
Akeem was delighted when he got the message from Jade. She really had looked up flights. She was even suggesting she purchase the ticket then he could send her half through a payment app once he saw the email confirmation. His body involuntarily danced a little jig reading that. Though he felt great chemistry with her, he had been burned before.
Six years and a couple of postings ago, Akeem was stationed at Ft. Benning, Georgia. He was fucking-slash-down-low-dating a T-girl named Yazmin. She was a couple of years older and a pudgy, barely five-foot-four with rich orangish-brown skin. Akeem had already dealt with his internal conflicts around his sexuality. He accepted that he liked what he liked by that point. He was in lust and eventually offered to foot the $1500 so Yaz could get the medical grade silicone injections.
He had been concerned about their safety, but he was blinded by her tight pussy. The first time he smashed her after the enhancements, he went wild. He picked her up and leaned her back against the wall. He bounced her juicy ass up and down. “Got dayum, girl! Look at these big ol’ titties!”
“I told you you’d like them, nigga. They bouncing all over the place,” she remarked.
“Fuck yeah, Yaz. Gimme that pussy.”
“Yes, nigga! Fuck this tranny pussy with that big Black dick!”
“Oh yeah!”
Akeem tossed her on the bed. He climbed on top and reentered the pussy. He sucked on the busty, full C-cup melons. He slammed his generous manhood into her forcefully.
“Oh my god, nigga! That feels so good. Suck them titties,” Yaz panted in pleasured discomfort. “Fuck me with the fat 10-inch dick, Akeem. Fuck me like I’m a real girl!”
“Hell yeah,” he said continuing to fuck her.
That had been some good sex. It generally was great with Yaz. But reflecting back, she was more concerned with herself than with pleasing him in bed or anywhere else for that matter. She turned out to be a stunt queen and tried to steal his identity. A potential fraud call from USAA Bank alerted him to suspicious charges. The break up was volatile. She ended up moving to ATL. He was glad to be rid of her.
It was very refreshing interacting with Jade. She was laid back and seemed to keep a low profile in real life although her online persona was quite a firecracker. He liked the dichotomy. He replied to her and let her know that he was good with the paying half. He suggested a few dates and asked that they talk again to confirm. He couldn’t be too sure.
Jade let Akeem know they could get on the phone tonight to complete the transaction.
After work she went home and douched. She showered then lathered up with baby oil. Her occasional jump off was planning to stop by for a quickie. She drank cranberry juice and vodka while she waited. She opened the door after hearing the knock.
At a low-security federal prison, DeJohn Simmons leaned back in an unimaginative institutional chair. The 2000 ‘Mr. Football’ award winner for Florida was an offensive lineman for two seasons at Penn State until he was kicked off the team for racking up a slew of criminal charges. He returned to the Sunshine state and became a hustler. Now, he was serving a sentence for d**g trafficking. ‘At least this cute, li’l fag is good at eatin’ dick,’ he thought.
The behemoth of a man put his oversized hand on the back of the sissy’s shaved head. “Suck that muthafucka, bitch,” he ordered. He knew his dick wasn’t the biggest Black cock, but he also knew it was not insubstantial. His 7-¾-inch piece was above average in girth. It had pleased plenty of pussy - both girl and voi variety. DeJohn had been fucking effeminate men since he was 16. The first was his aunt’s friend a 33 year-old flamboyant queen.
“Eat dat dick up, faggit! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Come on and sit on it!”
The Latino fairy hopped up and eased onto DeJohn’s member. He faced away from his lover.
“Damn! You built just how I like. Slim with a bubble ass. Look at the brown booty on this dick. Ride it, pussyboi!”
“Si, papi,” purred the sub.
DeJohn gripped the punk’s waist and lifted him him then pulled him back. He treated the leggy homosexican twink like a fleshlight. “Dammit, fag! Give me dat ass. I love fuckin’ y’all bitch ass faggits!”
“We love you fucking us too. Big Black cock, Daddy!”
“Hell yeah I’m yo’ BBC Daddy!”
“Oh my god!”
“You my sissy ass pussyboi! I own you, gayfer!”
“Yes, sir!”
“This pussy open! Take it!”
The turd burglar stood and walked the sausage jockey to the table. He lifted one the boi’s legs and fucked with all his might. He hammered until he shot a huge load. “Fuck,” he howled.
Jade smiled broadly. There stood a plain clothes detective - tall, fair-skinned, closely cropped hair, stocky build, older. “Hey, handsome!”
“Hey, yourself,” he grinned. “Look at you in these pasties!”
“You like them,” she shook her fake boobs.
“Love ‘em!”
He closed the door and ripped off the adhesive coverings. He nibbled on them and took her to the bedroom. The light-bright brotha smacked her delectable round rear end. “Bend over. Let Det. Daddy fuck that boipussy!”
“Yes, sir,” Jade complied.
He entered her. He thrust methodically at first. “Oh yeah! You opening up now, girl!” He increased the pace. His hairy, low hanging nuts slapped against Jade’s hot taint. He fondled her tatas. “Damn, you got some good pussy, baby!”
“I’m glad you like it,” she cooed.
“I love it!”
“I love the way you fuck me!”
“You like this dick, baby?”
“Yes I do! Oh my god! Yes!”
The law enforcement officer choked her. He didn’t have much time. He pounded her flat onto the mattress. He was a b**st tearing up her rectum. “You can take some dick! Damn!”
“Hell yeah, Det. Daddy! I can take lots of dick!”
“You gon’ make me leave my wife!”
“Oh, baby!”
“You want me to leave that dumb bitch?”
“Yes, sir! Leave her ass!”
“Tell me! Tell me,” he grunted.
“Just put her on the street.”
“Kick her out? Yeah!”
“Or you just leave and we find a new house. You’re not paying c***d support.”
“Oh fuck!”
The cop nutted. Jade presented him with a washcloth. Soon he was on his way. She went to the kitchen and took put some popcorn in the microwave.
The day progressed and the end of Akeem’s shift arrived. He completed his paperwork and handoff meeting with the incoming shift leader. He drove back across town, but did not go home. Instead he turned into a neighborhood featuring a number of duplexes. He pulled into the driveway of one. He got a message from the occupant of the left unit. ‘It’s unlocked. Come on in.’
Akeem entered the abode. The front room was cluttered and consisted of a hodgepodge of furniture. A fatigued leather club chair with a wide, deep seat. A large power-assisted recliner. A loveseat upholstered with a gingham patterned cotton. There bookcases filled to the brim. A 65-inch TV. The coffee table was strewn with magazines and newspapers. “You ready,” Akeem yelled.
“I’m waiting,” the voice called back.
Akeem walked past the kitchen and bathroom. He stepped into the master bedroom.
“Hey, sexy,” the vixen cooed. “I’ve missed you.”
Akeem stared intently at the fiftysomething, heavily made-up,Caucasian crossdresser wearing thigh high black stockings, pale yellow lace babydoll nightie, black stilettos, and a disheveled bright orange, short, synthetic wig. The tart reminded him of an anime character. “Sexy!”
“Come on over here.”
She sucked his dick while running her hands along the corpulent shaft. “Your dick is so big!”
Akeem fingered her pussy hole.
Soon, he was straddling the older sissy. Facefucking. He jumped off the bed and lifted her legs over his shoulders. He leaned forward and thrust his 10-inch dick inside of her. It was warm and felt just like pussy. He pounded with metered strokes while looking into her blue eyes. “You look like a dime store whore!”
“Yes, daddy! I’m your little whore,” she wailed. “It’s so big.”
Akeem increased his tempo. The bed creaked. “Get on your side!” He delivered a relentless banging now.
The gender bender whimpered. “Fuck...me...Oh my...god...Oh god...Your dick...Yes, daddy!”
“You like this big dick, huh?”
“I do!”
“I like fucking you too! You’re a good bitch!”
Akeem pulled out and lay on his back. “RIde this dick, Sophie,” he commanded.
Sophie hopped on the prick. He was her trampoline. She jerked up and down wildly.
“That’s it, gurl! Ride that big Black cock!”
“I love your big Black cock, baby!”
“Get it!”
Sophie rolled onto the mattress after a few more minutes of bouncing. She got on her knees and wiggled her ass.
Akeem stood up and moved behind her. He smacked her booty and went back inside.
“Ahhhhhh,” she shrieked.
“Take it, baby!”
“Fuck yes!”
“Look at this big dick in the little white ass!”
“I love being a whore for big Black cock!”
“Damn right you do! Oh shit!”
He grabbed each of her forearms. He leaned back slightly then proceeded to pile drive the slut’s creamy ass. “You gonna drink this nut?”
“Yes, sir! Feed it to me,” Sophie begged.
Akeem continued the anal onslaught until he was ready to cum. He instructed her to turn around.
Sophie got on the floor and opened her mouth.
“Arrrghhhhh,” he grunted as he shot the baby batter on her face.
They laughed and talked for a few minutes before Akeem indicated he had to go.
The divorced, semi-retired Sophie was not exactly what Akeem was seeking. The sex was good, but the connection was lacking. Mentally, Sophie could hold her own. He just did not feel a romantic warmth with her. She was good people for sure and definitely wife material for many. But, Akeem desired someone closer to his age and ethnic background.
At home, he messaged Jade. ‘I know it’s late there. I’ll hit you up around your lunch time.’
The next day, Jade’s phone rang as promised. “Hello!”
“Hey, sexy! What’s up?”
“I’m just eating a sandwich.”
“Is it good.”
“It’s fine. I brought it from home.”
“Nice! What kind?”
“Turkey and cheddar. Tomato, lettuce, bean sprouts, avocado, spicy mustard.”
“That sounds amazing. Can you pack my lunch,” he chortled.
“Sure, sweetie!”
“Are you ready to book that flight now,” he asked.
“Yeah, I can do it now.”
“Okay pull it up and let’s see.”
Jade entered the options. Unbeknownst to her, Akeem did the same. She gave him the details.
“Book it,” he said.
Jade clicked a few icons and typed in the required information. “Confirmed. I just had the site send you an email.”
“Hang on. Let me check.” Akeem refreshed his email app three times before it appeared. “Got it. Good deal. I’m gonna send you this money now.” He tapped the screen and forwarded $220 to her.
“Receive,” she beamed. “I’m excited to meet you.”
“Me too,” he shared. “I have a question for you.”
“Is your last name really Ramirez?”
“Yes,” she silently cursed herself for not forwarding a redacted version of the confirmation from her inbox.
“That’s cool. I didn’t know you were Hispanic”
“Yeah! I’m Cuban. Well, that’s where my family came from to America. By way of West Africa of course.”
“That’s interesting. I knew there were Black Cubans. You just never see them in the media. I thought they were all white Republicans,” he teased.
“You’d think,” she laughed. “In the 1890s, a lot of Cubans came to Tampa to work in cigar factories. Like 20% were Black. My 2nd great-grandfather arrived in 1906. His k**s and most of his grandk**s were born in Tampa. My grandfather’s dad moved them back to Cuba during the Great Depression. Then, he came back and now there’s me.”
“That’s interesting.”
“Yeah! The story of Afro-Cubans isn’t widely told. Cuban identity as seen in America centers around the white, elites who fled after Castro rose to power and upset their oligarchy. But I’m not bitter,” she giggled.
“Not at all,” he genuinely concurred. “I’m going to do some research on this.”
“If you like.”
“I do. Well, I’ll let you get back to your sandwich. Let’s talk soon.”
Finally, the day arrived. Jade spent an entire day traveling across the country. The flight from Fort Lauderdale to Seattle was 6h 43m. The layover was right at three hours. And the hop to Fairbanks was another 3.5 hours. When she stepped off the plane it was 4:45 p.m. AKDT which meant it was 8:45 p.m. back home. She’d been up since 3:00 a.m. her time. She was tired even though she caught as much sleep as she could. She texted Akeem.
He replied.
-I’m waiting at baggage claim
Akeem spotted her. She looked even better in person. Her skin was glowing and the high-waisted, tight jeans hugged the gentle curvature of derriere. His pulse quickened. “Jade,” he boomed.
Jade looked to her left. There he was. Hulking and manly and all the things she wanted.
They embraced.
“You smell good,” he remarked.
“Thank you,” she smiled.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve said it great to finally meet you.”
“It’s all good. It is nice to meet you in person,”
“Let me take your bags. I’m parked in the garage. This way.”
“Thanks!”
“You hungry or anything.”
“I’m beat. I wanna relax.”
“Bet. I got us a hotel room. We can go straight there.”
“Nice ride,” Jade proclaimed.
“You like it?”
“I do. It’s has a lot of character,” she offered.
“It’s not what you expected me to drive,” he raised an eyebrow.
“Well…”
“I’m just messing with you. My sister even says it’s the only hood thing about me,” he laughed.
“I didn’t wanna say anything.”
“Yeah,” he started. “No one expects a Black dude to be into anime, sci-fi, or D&D, but plenty of us are. Add that to the fact that I grew up around lots of different ethnicities and it’s odd to most folks that I drive a souped-up, lowered Honda Civic with premium wheels.”
“I find it all very cool,” she reassured him.
At the hotel, Jade fell across the bed.
“Mind if I sit next to you,” Akeem checked.
“Not at all,” she approved.
“Take a nap if you’re tired.”
“Just for a minute.”
She tried to get comfortable, but could not. She announced she was going to shower. She lugged her bags into the bathroom.
“Hey, Jade! You want me to order a pizza or something?”
“That’s fine. I definitely don’t feel up to going out tonight.”
“What do you want?”
“Pizza is good.”
“I’ll eat any toppings. A supreme option is always good for me.”
“Alright. What to drink?”
“Water.”
“Okay. I’ll order it.”
“Thanks!”
Jade emerged from the bathroom dressed in a sheer, long flowing lavender robe. Her tits were perky and full. Her ass was shapely.
“Wow,” Akeem’s eyes widened. “You look great!”
“Thank you! I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep until we fuck!”
“I got no problem with that,” the military healthcare worker declared.
They hugged and kissed passionately. He explored the geography of her body with his hands. She melted into his mighty, barrel chest and powerful arms. He felt Jade’s soft, sculpted, sleek, sylphlike frame.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
“Thank you!”
“I wanna make love to you.”
“I want you to.”
Akeem picked her up and placed her on the bed. He moved into the 69 position. They pleased one another orally for a while, He ate her hole with vigor. “Are you ready, baby?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
A knock interrupted them.
“Shit the pizza. Hold up,” he was annoyed. He pulled on his T-shirt and jeans.
He tossed the pie on the desk and went back to his paramour. “I want you!”
“Likewise,” she gazed into his deep eyes.
Akeem eased inside.
Jade winced. “Oh, baby! It’s so big,” she wept.
“I’ll be gentle, baby!”
“Take me,” she willed herself to relax.
“You want me to take you,” he peered into her soul.
“God yes! Give it to me, Akeem!”
“Man, this pussy is tight!”
“Fuck me!”
“I wanna take my time,” the soldier made known. “Gotta savor your pussy!”
“Oh my god, Akeem. It feels so good!”
“I care about you, Jade,” he lowered himself onto her.
Akeem pumped as he held her tightly in his strong, strapping arms. He enjoyed the smell of her hair and feel of her supple skin. He humped with methodical fury.
Jade’s eyes rolled back. “Baby,” she purred. “This...feels...amazing!”
“I could make love to you every night,” he admitted.
“For always?”
“For always, girl!”
“Oh, baby! Fuck me!”
Akeem raised up and quickened his speed. He spread her legs apart and went balls deep.
“Shit, baby! You are owning this pussy,” Jade yelled.
“It’s so good! I don’t want you to leave!”
“Oh my god!”
They made love many times over the next two days.
When Akeem dropped Jade off at the airport, he said, “I wanna see you again. I’ll come to you if it’s cool.”
“It’s more than cool,” she exited the vehicle.
Akeem drove away wondering if they might be able to make it work for real.
trankwilitee: All the way in Alaska???
sgtblkwarrior: Yeah!
trankwilitee: But it’s so cold.
sgtblkwarrior: I’ll keep you warm.
trankwilitee: Really?
sgtblkwarrior: Yeah gurl. You know I been feeling you for a while
trankwilitee: Same here. What if I do come?
sgtblkwarrior: I’m gonna fuck the shit outta you!
trankwilitee: Yasssssss Daddy
sgtblkwarrior: For real. We’ll hang out & have a good time & stuff
trankwilitee: I’d like that.
sgtblkwarrior: I’m for real girl. I’ll pay for your ticket
trankwilitee: You’re making me want to do it.
sgtblkwarrior: Look up flights for 3 to 4 weeks out. I gotta get going.
‘sgtblkwarrior’ had a real identity - Akeem Mitchell, staff sergeant in the U.S. Army. He was stationed at Fort Wainwright in Fairbanks, Alaska. And, he was ready to meet the pretty reddish-brown skinned transsexual. After following her amateur hardcore videos for a couple of years, he messaged her. He was delighted to hear back. Eventually, they began communicating on the phone.
Akeem’s day was just starting. He finished getting dressed and looked in the mirror. He had a wide nose, protruding brow, dark eyes, and a deep golden complexion with a naturally bulky build. He kept it all in check by working out frequently. Most people thought he had once played football. Coming in at five-ten and 215 pounds, he looked like a fullback that may have done well in a D-III program. But, he had not. Well, at least not for long. He was on the roster in the 8th & 9th grade, but his attitude led the coaches to deem him a lost cause.
Satisfied with his appearance, the non-commissioned officer left his apartment and got into his bright red, modified 2012 Honda Civic Si Coupe. Vroom. The 16-valve, iVTEC supercharged engine shrilled when Akeen started the ignition. He headed out of the complex to Barrett Community Army Hospital where he worked.
Jade Ramirez, also known as ‘trankwilitee’, a forkful of the crispy chicken salad to her mouth. She was having lunch at her desk today and corresponding with her friend Akeem. She pondered flying to the Arctic to finally meet him. It would not be the first time she had traveled to meet a man. But, he would be the first in a long time. She had been single for almost a year now after a turbulent rollercoaster relationship with DeJohn.
She opened up a new web browser and went to a travel site. She selected the option for a round trip. She typed ‘in ‘FLL’ for the departure and ‘Fairbanks, AK’ for the arrival. She was instantly deflated when all she saw were flights with two layovers. Then she saw an option to show only those with one stop - a single option costing nearly $250 more. It was worth it to her. She didn’t need Akeem to pay for her travel. At least she would split the fare.
She was certainly interested in connecting with Akeem. He, too, had a couple of low-quality videos posted on the site where they met. But even with the mediocre cinematography, she could still that he had a stout, hardy physique. He was her type. She recalled a part of their first phone conversation:
“So, are you originally from south Florida,” Akeem inquired.
“Tampa actually. I moved down here for college and never left,” Jade giggled.
“That’s what’s up. Did you go to the U?”
“No I didn’t go to Miami. I went to FIU. Florida International University.”
“Oh okay. Good deal. What’s your degree in?”
“I got a bachelor of fine arts in theatre with a costume design concentration.”
“That sounds interesting!”
“It sounds unemployable,” she clowned.
“I thought you had a job,” Akeem asked cautiously and raised an eyebrow.
“I do,” she confirmed. “I’m just saying getting a job in the field can be tough. I’m a buyer for retail fashion chain.”
“Not bad.”
“So, what do you do?”
“I’m in the military. Army. Remember?”
“I do. I mean what is your specific job?”
“I’m an operating room specialist. Same thing as a surgical tech in the civilian world.”
“Wow! That’s impressive.”
“Not really. I’m not the surgeon or the nurse.”
“But they couldn’t do their jobs without you.”
“I’ll give you that.”
“Where did you grow up,” the fashion professional asked.
“All over. I’m a military brat. Spent time in Germany, Florida, North Carolina, Texas, and northern Virginia.”
“Sweet! So you followed in your father’s footsteps?”
“And mother’s.”
“That’s fabulous!”
“I gotta say you look great,” the serviceman shared. “I like the new tits, but you were still hot before with those little buds you had.”
“Thanks,” Jade smiled. “You know I wasn’t sure about getting them.”
“Really? Why not?”
“I was happy with my appearance. My ex thought they’d be a nice addition. And, he paid for them.”
“The d**g dealer?”
“The very one.”
“So, would you say it did it for him?”
“No. I’d say he definitely had an influence. I’d considered it numerous times before ever meeting him.”
“We have something in common. I paid for an ex’s boob job once.”
“Seriously?”
“Yep. Few years ago. I was young, dumb, and full of cum as they say.”
“Were you happy with the results.”
“I didn’t care one way or the other. It ended up being a mistake though. Learning experience as white people say.”
“Exactly. Some things just have to be charged to the game.”
Talking to him was always easy and unforced. They could discuss religion, politics, and sex without attacking or getting angry.
Akeem was delighted when he got the message from Jade. She really had looked up flights. She was even suggesting she purchase the ticket then he could send her half through a payment app once he saw the email confirmation. His body involuntarily danced a little jig reading that. Though he felt great chemistry with her, he had been burned before.
Six years and a couple of postings ago, Akeem was stationed at Ft. Benning, Georgia. He was fucking-slash-down-low-dating a T-girl named Yazmin. She was a couple of years older and a pudgy, barely five-foot-four with rich orangish-brown skin. Akeem had already dealt with his internal conflicts around his sexuality. He accepted that he liked what he liked by that point. He was in lust and eventually offered to foot the $1500 so Yaz could get the medical grade silicone injections.
He had been concerned about their safety, but he was blinded by her tight pussy. The first time he smashed her after the enhancements, he went wild. He picked her up and leaned her back against the wall. He bounced her juicy ass up and down. “Got dayum, girl! Look at these big ol’ titties!”
“I told you you’d like them, nigga. They bouncing all over the place,” she remarked.
“Fuck yeah, Yaz. Gimme that pussy.”
“Yes, nigga! Fuck this tranny pussy with that big Black dick!”
“Oh yeah!”
Akeem tossed her on the bed. He climbed on top and reentered the pussy. He sucked on the busty, full C-cup melons. He slammed his generous manhood into her forcefully.
“Oh my god, nigga! That feels so good. Suck them titties,” Yaz panted in pleasured discomfort. “Fuck me with the fat 10-inch dick, Akeem. Fuck me like I’m a real girl!”
“Hell yeah,” he said continuing to fuck her.
That had been some good sex. It generally was great with Yaz. But reflecting back, she was more concerned with herself than with pleasing him in bed or anywhere else for that matter. She turned out to be a stunt queen and tried to steal his identity. A potential fraud call from USAA Bank alerted him to suspicious charges. The break up was volatile. She ended up moving to ATL. He was glad to be rid of her.
It was very refreshing interacting with Jade. She was laid back and seemed to keep a low profile in real life although her online persona was quite a firecracker. He liked the dichotomy. He replied to her and let her know that he was good with the paying half. He suggested a few dates and asked that they talk again to confirm. He couldn’t be too sure.
Jade let Akeem know they could get on the phone tonight to complete the transaction.
After work she went home and douched. She showered then lathered up with baby oil. Her occasional jump off was planning to stop by for a quickie. She drank cranberry juice and vodka while she waited. She opened the door after hearing the knock.
At a low-security federal prison, DeJohn Simmons leaned back in an unimaginative institutional chair. The 2000 ‘Mr. Football’ award winner for Florida was an offensive lineman for two seasons at Penn State until he was kicked off the team for racking up a slew of criminal charges. He returned to the Sunshine state and became a hustler. Now, he was serving a sentence for d**g trafficking. ‘At least this cute, li’l fag is good at eatin’ dick,’ he thought.
The behemoth of a man put his oversized hand on the back of the sissy’s shaved head. “Suck that muthafucka, bitch,” he ordered. He knew his dick wasn’t the biggest Black cock, but he also knew it was not insubstantial. His 7-¾-inch piece was above average in girth. It had pleased plenty of pussy - both girl and voi variety. DeJohn had been fucking effeminate men since he was 16. The first was his aunt’s friend a 33 year-old flamboyant queen.
“Eat dat dick up, faggit! Yeah! Yeah! Yeah! Come on and sit on it!”
The Latino fairy hopped up and eased onto DeJohn’s member. He faced away from his lover.
“Damn! You built just how I like. Slim with a bubble ass. Look at the brown booty on this dick. Ride it, pussyboi!”
“Si, papi,” purred the sub.
DeJohn gripped the punk’s waist and lifted him him then pulled him back. He treated the leggy homosexican twink like a fleshlight. “Dammit, fag! Give me dat ass. I love fuckin’ y’all bitch ass faggits!”
“We love you fucking us too. Big Black cock, Daddy!”
“Hell yeah I’m yo’ BBC Daddy!”
“Oh my god!”
“You my sissy ass pussyboi! I own you, gayfer!”
“Yes, sir!”
“This pussy open! Take it!”
The turd burglar stood and walked the sausage jockey to the table. He lifted one the boi’s legs and fucked with all his might. He hammered until he shot a huge load. “Fuck,” he howled.
Jade smiled broadly. There stood a plain clothes detective - tall, fair-skinned, closely cropped hair, stocky build, older. “Hey, handsome!”
“Hey, yourself,” he grinned. “Look at you in these pasties!”
“You like them,” she shook her fake boobs.
“Love ‘em!”
He closed the door and ripped off the adhesive coverings. He nibbled on them and took her to the bedroom. The light-bright brotha smacked her delectable round rear end. “Bend over. Let Det. Daddy fuck that boipussy!”
“Yes, sir,” Jade complied.
He entered her. He thrust methodically at first. “Oh yeah! You opening up now, girl!” He increased the pace. His hairy, low hanging nuts slapped against Jade’s hot taint. He fondled her tatas. “Damn, you got some good pussy, baby!”
“I’m glad you like it,” she cooed.
“I love it!”
“I love the way you fuck me!”
“You like this dick, baby?”
“Yes I do! Oh my god! Yes!”
The law enforcement officer choked her. He didn’t have much time. He pounded her flat onto the mattress. He was a b**st tearing up her rectum. “You can take some dick! Damn!”
“Hell yeah, Det. Daddy! I can take lots of dick!”
“You gon’ make me leave my wife!”
“Oh, baby!”
“You want me to leave that dumb bitch?”
“Yes, sir! Leave her ass!”
“Tell me! Tell me,” he grunted.
“Just put her on the street.”
“Kick her out? Yeah!”
“Or you just leave and we find a new house. You’re not paying c***d support.”
“Oh fuck!”
The cop nutted. Jade presented him with a washcloth. Soon he was on his way. She went to the kitchen and took put some popcorn in the microwave.
The day progressed and the end of Akeem’s shift arrived. He completed his paperwork and handoff meeting with the incoming shift leader. He drove back across town, but did not go home. Instead he turned into a neighborhood featuring a number of duplexes. He pulled into the driveway of one. He got a message from the occupant of the left unit. ‘It’s unlocked. Come on in.’
Akeem entered the abode. The front room was cluttered and consisted of a hodgepodge of furniture. A fatigued leather club chair with a wide, deep seat. A large power-assisted recliner. A loveseat upholstered with a gingham patterned cotton. There bookcases filled to the brim. A 65-inch TV. The coffee table was strewn with magazines and newspapers. “You ready,” Akeem yelled.
“I’m waiting,” the voice called back.
Akeem walked past the kitchen and bathroom. He stepped into the master bedroom.
“Hey, sexy,” the vixen cooed. “I’ve missed you.”
Akeem stared intently at the fiftysomething, heavily made-up,Caucasian crossdresser wearing thigh high black stockings, pale yellow lace babydoll nightie, black stilettos, and a disheveled bright orange, short, synthetic wig. The tart reminded him of an anime character. “Sexy!”
“Come on over here.”
She sucked his dick while running her hands along the corpulent shaft. “Your dick is so big!”
Akeem fingered her pussy hole.
Soon, he was straddling the older sissy. Facefucking. He jumped off the bed and lifted her legs over his shoulders. He leaned forward and thrust his 10-inch dick inside of her. It was warm and felt just like pussy. He pounded with metered strokes while looking into her blue eyes. “You look like a dime store whore!”
“Yes, daddy! I’m your little whore,” she wailed. “It’s so big.”
Akeem increased his tempo. The bed creaked. “Get on your side!” He delivered a relentless banging now.
The gender bender whimpered. “Fuck...me...Oh my...god...Oh god...Your dick...Yes, daddy!”
“You like this big dick, huh?”
“I do!”
“I like fucking you too! You’re a good bitch!”
Akeem pulled out and lay on his back. “RIde this dick, Sophie,” he commanded.
Sophie hopped on the prick. He was her trampoline. She jerked up and down wildly.
“That’s it, gurl! Ride that big Black cock!”
“I love your big Black cock, baby!”
“Get it!”
Sophie rolled onto the mattress after a few more minutes of bouncing. She got on her knees and wiggled her ass.
Akeem stood up and moved behind her. He smacked her booty and went back inside.
“Ahhhhhh,” she shrieked.
“Take it, baby!”
“Fuck yes!”
“Look at this big dick in the little white ass!”
“I love being a whore for big Black cock!”
“Damn right you do! Oh shit!”
He grabbed each of her forearms. He leaned back slightly then proceeded to pile drive the slut’s creamy ass. “You gonna drink this nut?”
“Yes, sir! Feed it to me,” Sophie begged.
Akeem continued the anal onslaught until he was ready to cum. He instructed her to turn around.
Sophie got on the floor and opened her mouth.
“Arrrghhhhh,” he grunted as he shot the baby batter on her face.
They laughed and talked for a few minutes before Akeem indicated he had to go.
The divorced, semi-retired Sophie was not exactly what Akeem was seeking. The sex was good, but the connection was lacking. Mentally, Sophie could hold her own. He just did not feel a romantic warmth with her. She was good people for sure and definitely wife material for many. But, Akeem desired someone closer to his age and ethnic background.
At home, he messaged Jade. ‘I know it’s late there. I’ll hit you up around your lunch time.’
The next day, Jade’s phone rang as promised. “Hello!”
“Hey, sexy! What’s up?”
“I’m just eating a sandwich.”
“Is it good.”
“It’s fine. I brought it from home.”
“Nice! What kind?”
“Turkey and cheddar. Tomato, lettuce, bean sprouts, avocado, spicy mustard.”
“That sounds amazing. Can you pack my lunch,” he chortled.
“Sure, sweetie!”
“Are you ready to book that flight now,” he asked.
“Yeah, I can do it now.”
“Okay pull it up and let’s see.”
Jade entered the options. Unbeknownst to her, Akeem did the same. She gave him the details.
“Book it,” he said.
Jade clicked a few icons and typed in the required information. “Confirmed. I just had the site send you an email.”
“Hang on. Let me check.” Akeem refreshed his email app three times before it appeared. “Got it. Good deal. I’m gonna send you this money now.” He tapped the screen and forwarded $220 to her.
“Receive,” she beamed. “I’m excited to meet you.”
“Me too,” he shared. “I have a question for you.”
“Is your last name really Ramirez?”
“Yes,” she silently cursed herself for not forwarding a redacted version of the confirmation from her inbox.
“That’s cool. I didn’t know you were Hispanic”
“Yeah! I’m Cuban. Well, that’s where my family came from to America. By way of West Africa of course.”
“That’s interesting. I knew there were Black Cubans. You just never see them in the media. I thought they were all white Republicans,” he teased.
“You’d think,” she laughed. “In the 1890s, a lot of Cubans came to Tampa to work in cigar factories. Like 20% were Black. My 2nd great-grandfather arrived in 1906. His k**s and most of his grandk**s were born in Tampa. My grandfather’s dad moved them back to Cuba during the Great Depression. Then, he came back and now there’s me.”
“That’s interesting.”
“Yeah! The story of Afro-Cubans isn’t widely told. Cuban identity as seen in America centers around the white, elites who fled after Castro rose to power and upset their oligarchy. But I’m not bitter,” she giggled.
“Not at all,” he genuinely concurred. “I’m going to do some research on this.”
“If you like.”
“I do. Well, I’ll let you get back to your sandwich. Let’s talk soon.”
Finally, the day arrived. Jade spent an entire day traveling across the country. The flight from Fort Lauderdale to Seattle was 6h 43m. The layover was right at three hours. And the hop to Fairbanks was another 3.5 hours. When she stepped off the plane it was 4:45 p.m. AKDT which meant it was 8:45 p.m. back home. She’d been up since 3:00 a.m. her time. She was tired even though she caught as much sleep as she could. She texted Akeem.
He replied.
-I’m waiting at baggage claim
Akeem spotted her. She looked even better in person. Her skin was glowing and the high-waisted, tight jeans hugged the gentle curvature of derriere. His pulse quickened. “Jade,” he boomed.
Jade looked to her left. There he was. Hulking and manly and all the things she wanted.
They embraced.
“You smell good,” he remarked.
“Thank you,” she smiled.
“I’m sorry. I should’ve said it great to finally meet you.”
“It’s all good. It is nice to meet you in person,”
“Let me take your bags. I’m parked in the garage. This way.”
“Thanks!”
“You hungry or anything.”
“I’m beat. I wanna relax.”
“Bet. I got us a hotel room. We can go straight there.”
“Nice ride,” Jade proclaimed.
“You like it?”
“I do. It’s has a lot of character,” she offered.
“It’s not what you expected me to drive,” he raised an eyebrow.
“Well…”
“I’m just messing with you. My sister even says it’s the only hood thing about me,” he laughed.
“I didn’t wanna say anything.”
“Yeah,” he started. “No one expects a Black dude to be into anime, sci-fi, or D&D, but plenty of us are. Add that to the fact that I grew up around lots of different ethnicities and it’s odd to most folks that I drive a souped-up, lowered Honda Civic with premium wheels.”
“I find it all very cool,” she reassured him.
At the hotel, Jade fell across the bed.
“Mind if I sit next to you,” Akeem checked.
“Not at all,” she approved.
“Take a nap if you’re tired.”
“Just for a minute.”
She tried to get comfortable, but could not. She announced she was going to shower. She lugged her bags into the bathroom.
“Hey, Jade! You want me to order a pizza or something?”
“That’s fine. I definitely don’t feel up to going out tonight.”
“What do you want?”
“Pizza is good.”
“I’ll eat any toppings. A supreme option is always good for me.”
“Alright. What to drink?”
“Water.”
“Okay. I’ll order it.”
“Thanks!”
Jade emerged from the bathroom dressed in a sheer, long flowing lavender robe. Her tits were perky and full. Her ass was shapely.
“Wow,” Akeem’s eyes widened. “You look great!”
“Thank you! I don’t think I’ll be able to sleep until we fuck!”
“I got no problem with that,” the military healthcare worker declared.
They hugged and kissed passionately. He explored the geography of her body with his hands. She melted into his mighty, barrel chest and powerful arms. He felt Jade’s soft, sculpted, sleek, sylphlike frame.
“You’re beautiful,” he whispered.
“Thank you!”
“I wanna make love to you.”
“I want you to.”
Akeem picked her up and placed her on the bed. He moved into the 69 position. They pleased one another orally for a while, He ate her hole with vigor. “Are you ready, baby?”
“Yes,” she admitted.
A knock interrupted them.
“Shit the pizza. Hold up,” he was annoyed. He pulled on his T-shirt and jeans.
He tossed the pie on the desk and went back to his paramour. “I want you!”
“Likewise,” she gazed into his deep eyes.
Akeem eased inside.
Jade winced. “Oh, baby! It’s so big,” she wept.
“I’ll be gentle, baby!”
“Take me,” she willed herself to relax.
“You want me to take you,” he peered into her soul.
“God yes! Give it to me, Akeem!”
“Man, this pussy is tight!”
“Fuck me!”
“I wanna take my time,” the soldier made known. “Gotta savor your pussy!”
“Oh my god, Akeem. It feels so good!”
“I care about you, Jade,” he lowered himself onto her.
Akeem pumped as he held her tightly in his strong, strapping arms. He enjoyed the smell of her hair and feel of her supple skin. He humped with methodical fury.
Jade’s eyes rolled back. “Baby,” she purred. “This...feels...amazing!”
“I could make love to you every night,” he admitted.
“For always?”
“For always, girl!”
“Oh, baby! Fuck me!”
Akeem raised up and quickened his speed. He spread her legs apart and went balls deep.
“Shit, baby! You are owning this pussy,” Jade yelled.
“It’s so good! I don’t want you to leave!”
“Oh my god!”
They made love many times over the next two days.
When Akeem dropped Jade off at the airport, he said, “I wanna see you again. I’ll come to you if it’s cool.”
“It’s more than cool,” she exited the vehicle.
Akeem drove away wondering if they might be able to make it work for real.
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