2 comments/ 62078 views/ 3 favorites Black Transsexuals By: Samuelx Whenever I'm off duty, I'm liable to get into some type of adventure. Who am I? I am Troy Shane, a sergeant with the Massachusetts State Police. I was walking around the Boston Public Library when I saw this tall, plump jet-black honey with a big butt. She was walking around strutting her stuff. A Black chick with a pretty face, thick body and a fat ass. Definitely the kind of female I like to get down with. I approached her and introduced myself as a humble civil servant, a peacekeeper in the city. The plump chick looked me up and down. Her name was Cherry, and she was totally down with whatever I wanted to throw her way. I smiled. That was a very good answer! We went to a secluded spot in the back of the library to get our freak on. We began making out as soon as we got there. I unbuttoned her shirt and began fondling her breasts before sucking on them. She stroked my dick through my jeans and then unzipped me. I felt her thick hand on my long and thick dick. She knelt before me and began sucking on my dick. Watching this sexy, plump Black woman sucking on my long and thick cock was definitely an arousing sight. I thrust my cock into her mouth, and fucked her silly. She got me hard as hell and I took my sweet time before I finally gave it up and came in her mouth. She drank my cum without spilling a drop. Damn, I was impressed with her skills. This chick must have gone to the School of Professional Cock Sucking . I smiled and praised her skills. She grinned, and told me I hadn't seen anything yet. I told Cherry that I wanted to lick her pussy. That's when this seemingly outgoing and sexually aggressive Black female seemed to get shy. She told me that she had changed her mind. I got mad. This wasn't the first time a female changed her mind in the middle of sex. That always got me frustrated. I said whatever and began pulling my pants back on. Damn women, they get a man all worked up, only to disappoint him! I couldn't believe this shit. Cherry looked at me sadly. I frowned, then moved past her. That's when she stopped me. See what I mean about females not knowing what they want? It's a good thing I'm a bisexual Black man. If I were a regular brother, females would be driving me even crazier than they already do. I had half a mind to go to the local gay bar and pick up a sexy queer stud and bring him home. Cherry told me that she wanted me, but there was something I had to know. I stared at her. I didn't care if she was married, or just a nymphomaniac who had changed her mind. I was already moving on with my life. She told me that she was not an ordinary woman. I looked her in the eye and told her that in my opinion, females were all the same. I for one was glad to be bisexual. It enabled me to keep my options open! Cherry looked at me, surprised. I smiled. So, Miss Thing was shocked, huh? Yeah, I was a Black man who admitted to being bisexual. I didn't care what she thought. Females weren't all that! Cherry smiled and told me that she was no female. I laughed and told her that she was some kind of crazy chick, then I made for the door. Something made me turn around. Cherry was looking at me. A tall, sexy, large-breasted, plump Black woman with a huge, round booty. Except now something had changed. She had dropped her dress to the floor, and since she didn't wear any underwear, I saw her stuff. Miss Cherry was packing a huge dick between her legs! Damn, she wasn't kidding when she said wasn't a woman! She was a transsexual! I found myself staring at a huge black dick with balls the size of apples. Talk about a surprise!!! Cherry grinned, and told me that we had something in common. She was bisexual too! I looked at her, and smiled. I was oddly turned on. I mean, I've fucked a lot of women and quite a few men. Hell, just last week I slept with a white female trooper while in duty. This trooper was Kathleen, a blonde-haired, blue-eyed Irishwoman with a penchant for well-hung Black men. We were on patrol together. I parked our squad car and then we got frisky. I made Kathleen suck my dick, then I licked her pussy before putting her on all fours and fucking her. I even spread her cute butt cheeks and shoved my black dick up her skinny white ass. Yeah, even female state troopers liked getting fucked in the ass. Am I good or what? I've fucked quite a few men while on the job too. Still, in all my years, I've never come across a sexy Black transsexual before. I was impressed, and horny. Cherry grinned and waved her massive black dick at me. It was just begging for my attention. I stroked Cherry's massive black dick. Damn, this transsexual was something else! I stroked it, then took it in my mouth. I don't usually suck dicks but this one was so big and tasty that I simply had to. Cherry leaned back against the wall as I sucked on her dick. I asked her how big it was, during sucking. She told me that she was packing ten inches of uncircumcised dick right there. Damn! I needed to know where people, both natural men and transsexuals, with suck massive dicks could be found. Cherry told me that she came from Haiti , a place where big dicks were common. Bless those Haitians! After getting Cherry all worked up, she finally gave it up. She came, and I drank down all of her cum. It was tasty! I looked at Cherry, and she looked at me. Damn, we were both a pair of kinky people. So, how were we going to do this? Cherry told me she wanted me to ride her magic stick. What do you think I said? I took the small bottle of lubricant I always carried in my back pocket, usually for clandestine homosexual encounters in the bathrooms of seedy gay male establishments. I took the lube and greased up Cherry's big black dick and also lubed up my ass. Then, we got busy. I got on all fours and Cherry came up behind me. She spread my ass cheeks wide open, and shoved her cock up my ass. I've been fucked before, by men with really large dicks but this sexy Black transsexual had a titanic cock. It hurt like hell, even with the lube. I screamed in pleasure as she began to fuck me. Cherry held me by the hips and thrust her dick deeper into my ass. There's nothing quite like having a big black dick shoved up your ass. I know because I've shoved my dick up the asses of both men and women. I love making them squeal while shoving my cock where the sun doesn't shine. Now, Cherry was giving it to me. She held me by the hips and slammed it good down my tunnel of darkness. And I must say that I was loving it. She flipped me on my back so that she could look into my eyes while fucking me. She stroked my hard and stiff dick while slamming hers down my Hershey highway. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore and came, sending her hot cum deep into my ass. I screamed in pleasure, and moments later my own very long and thick black dick spat a seriously large amount of cum. Cherry squeezed her dick out of me, and we both burst out laughing. Cherry reached for my dick and stroked it, then she told me that it had been some time since she got fucked. I was all man and all ready to service the sexy Black transsexual who just fucked me so fantastically. Cherry got on all fours, and shook her plump black bubble butt at me. I grinned. I like a nice ass, regardless of the color or gender of the person it belongs to. I held my own ten-inch dick in hand, then applied lube all over it. I did the same thing to Cherry booty. I spread them cheeks and shoved my big black cock into her ass. Cherry howled as I rammed my cock into her ass. I was surprised by her piercing cry. I asked her what's wrong. She told me that this was her first time getting fucked in the ass. I smiled. Since it was her first time, I would make it memorable. I held her by those wide, sexy hips of hers and thrust my cock deep into her anal cavity. Even though she had a big booty, this sexy transsexual had a really tight asshole. I endeavored to widen it with vigorous thrusts of my long and hard dick. I slammed it good into her, hard and fast. That's the way I like to take my lovers. It's also the way that I like to be taken. I fucked her ass, hard. Man, I was surprised at how mercilessly rough I was on her ass. It was almost as if I wanted to make her fine booty pay for being so damn tempting. I slammed my cock into her asshole like I was the commander of an army invading enemy territory. I showed no mercy and took no prisoners. Cherry was singing like a Canary as I shoved my dick into her darkest, tightest, most forbidden spot. I asked her if she were a sportswoman. She told me that in another life, she was a tight end on a football team. I told her that I was going to change her from a tight end to a wide receiver. Whoever says anal sex isn't some seriously good, kinky fun has obviously never experienced it. I was having a blast while ramming my cock into Cherry's widening, welcoming bottom. She was screaming like a banshee, begging for more and hissing in the same breath. Her plump, sexy ass felt wonderfully tight around my dick. I was in love with her ass and if loving it was wrong, then I didn't want to be right. I finally came, sending loads upon loads deep inside her. When I exploded inside her, Cherry screamed louder than ever before. Then, she fell on the floor. I grinned, and fell on top of her. Her back was covered with sweat, and her booty was grinding my groin since my cock was still buried inside her. We remained like this for a while. Both of us were breathing heavily A few moments later, Cherry and I readjusted our clothes and left the room. Man, we got funny looks from people as we beat a hasty exit. Before we parted ways, Cherry slipped me her number. I pocketed it and smiled, then I ducked into the subway. It was getting late. I had to get back to New Braintree where I had a class to teach the next morning. Man, I love it when I get the day off. There's no telling what ( or who) I might get into! Black Transsexuals Rock Yvette Seraphim is the name. I'm a big and tall, dark-skinned and big-bottomed young Black woman of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Province of Ontario. People often say I resemble Tennis Champion Serena Williams, only taller and curvier, with more booty. I take that as a compliment. I am also a Transsexual. There, I said it. I am what I am and I cannot change. This is the tale of how I actually found love. I'm a student at University of Ottawa, where I met my fiancé Michel Andre. A lot of Black women out there aren't nearly as smart as I am. A good-looking, college-educated and hard-working Black man with great potential is a hot commodity. Especially if he's one of those rare brothers who totally love Black women. Do you know what that makes him? Definitely not something any self-respecting smart Black woman should casually throw away. Too many Black women out there are acting ridiculous. They don't give a good brother a chance and then act surprised and angry when he takes up with a white chick. I'm not like that. I love my Black men and I appreciate what I have. I met Michel Andre last year. Even though we're both Haitian, we're from completely different worlds. I moved to Canada the summer after my graduation from Sisters of Saint Joseph Academy in Cap-Haitien, Republic of Haiti. My parents, Antenor and Michelle Seraphim left Haiti a long time ago. They worked hard in Canada in order to support me in Haiti. I was left in the care of my aunt Regina, a nurse. I enrolled at the University of Ottawa one year after moving permanently to Ottawa. I am now a permanent resident of Canada. Someday soon I will be a Canadian citizen. Michel Andre is the scion of a wealthy Haitian family from the City of Montreal, Quebec. His father Leandre is a police sergeant with the Montreal Police Service. His mother Elsie is a high ranking executive with the Bank of Montreal. His brother Jerome is a captain of the Canadian Air Force. His sister Gina is in medical school at the University of British Columbia. Yeah, the Michel family definitely did well for itself. My parents aren't rich but I love them and I am deeply proud of them. My father Antenor is a mailman and my mother Michelle is a nurse at the local hospital. We own our house in the Ottawa suburb of Orleans. We're not rich folks but we do alright for ourselves. When I first met Michel, I thought he was arrogant and simply full of himself. At six feet four inches tall, he was sexy as hell. Broad-shouldered and built like an NBA star. All the chicks at the University of Ottawa were throwing themselves at him. Good-looking young Black men tend to have that effect on young women on college and university campuses across North America. Michel was a member of the higher classes. That much was clear. He dressed in really nice, expensive-looking clothes all the time. He slept with a lot of women. And he drove a really nice car. A bright red BMW. Model 2009. Hot damn. Yeah, Michel Andre was the undisputed king of the University of Ottawa campus. His entourage was made up of young men and women from the wealthiest Caribbean families in Canada. I felt a bit envious of Michel. I worked two jobs to pay rent and when I graduate from the University of Ottawa, I'm going to have a mountain of debt. The Canadian government gives federal financial aid recipients six months ( after graduation ) to start paying back their student loans. I just know I'm going to be in debt until the day I frigging die. Still, I did what I had to. With a bachelor's degree in business administration, I think I can make decent money once the economy starts turning around. That would be cool. I have to get by on my smarts in this life. I'm a five-foot-eleven, 220-pound Black lady in a land that worships skinny white women. Life isn't easy when you're me. Trust me on that one. So I continued to work hard toward my goals. Lots of hard-working people from Africa, Asia, the Middle East, Latin America and the Caribbean come to North America in search of better lives. Hundreds of thousands of immigrants from these places move to Canada every year. It isn't easy for us. Not at all. The Canadian government seems to have a system in place that favours natural-born citizens over newcomers from other lands. They aren't eager to acknowledge your credentials unless you were educated in America or Europe. And they give preferential treatment to natural-born citizens in jobs. Never mind that the average newcomer is far more educated than the average Canadian citizen. Smart people from all over the world move to Canada. And many of them end up working for morons who only got their jobs because they were born in Canada, not because of qualifications. Yeah, there are many things about Canada that I absolutely cannot stand. My parents came to Canada in their early twenties, went to school and found decent work. Andre's parents were born in Canada. He's a third-generation Haitian-Canadian, how about that? Just like there are class divisions among other folks, there are deep divisions among us members of the Haitian Diaspora. I thought Andre was a stuck-up rich brat without a care in the world. Then I got to know him. And I discovered that his life was far tougher than I ever thought it would be. I mean, the guy lives in a mansion, his parents rake in nearly four hundred grand a year after taxes and he's living a fun-filled life on the University of Ottawa campus. I thought he had it made. As it turns out, his was a world full of turmoil. It's not easy being a young Black man in North America, even if you're from a wealthy family. The obvious affluence of Andre's family earned him enemies among both the white students and the Haitian students of the University of Ottawa. Poor Andre didn't know who to trust. He even received death threats. The City of Ottawa is inhabited mainly by fake-smiling bigots, and they're among the worst than Canadian society has to offer. We're talking a bunch of racist white folks who don't like the fact that their society's demographics and politics are changing. In the cities of Vancouver and Toronto, people of color already outnumber Caucasians. Other Canadian cities like Calgary and Ottawa aren't exactly too far behind. I can't believe that so many otherwise intelligent people buy into the comfort myth that all Canadians are nice, open-minded people. That is such bullshit, folks. Pardon my French. Watching Andre having such a tough time because of the bigots on campus nearly broke my heart. So I reached out to him. I always care for my brothers and sisters, even if they're uptight wealthy Haitians from Montreal. Andre grew up in a wealthy Haitian enclave of Montreal. He doesn't know how to deal with racists. I'm not like him. I'm a strong Haitian woman from the motherland of Haiti. I know better than to trust the direct descendants of practitioners of imperialism and planetary genocide. Call me whatever you want. I simply find it prudent to be cautious around certain people. Andre was grateful for the unique perspective I offered him, and we became friends. That's how it all began. Before long, Andre and I began spending a lot of time together. We became best friends. He even shared one of his biggest secrets with me. Andre is Bisexual. Wow. I wasn't expecting that but I was okay with it. I told him I accepted him the way he was. When I later revealed to him that I was a Transsexual, he was very accepting. Our friendship became stronger for it. We were inseparable. We often went to hang out in some cool spots in Quebec. It seems eighty percent of Haitians living in Canada reside in the Province of Quebec, mainly the City of Montreal. Over one hundred thousand of us live there, and that's a conservative estimate. I found myself liking Montreal. I visited Haitian-owned restaurants, supermarkets, barber shops, beauty salons and book stores. I attended service in Haitian Catholic, Adventist and Baptist churches. Andre and I even danced to some wonderful Kompa music at a Haitian-owned night club near downtown Montreal. How about that? Wow. I can definitely see myself living in Montreal now! Thus I began falling in love with Andre Michel. One night, we consummated our affair in the most pleasurable way possible. I took him to my apartment, and we hooked up. I hadn't been with a man in ages and wanted to make up for lost time. We got naked, and I knelt before him to suck his dick. Andre had a big one. Eight inches long, thick and uncircumcised. I sucked his dick and licked his balls while fingering his asshole. Andre thrust his big Black dick into my mouth as I sucked him eagerly. When he came, I drank every last drop of his manly cum. Andre then put me on all fours and began licking and fingering my ass from behind. At the same time, he spanked my big butt. I really liked that. Since I told him I was a Transsexual, he wasn't surprised when he saw certain parts of my unique anatomy. Andre went straight for my ten-inch, uncircumcised Black dick. He stroked it and then began sucking on it. I couldn't believe this. I've never met a guy who accepted me for who and what I was. Seriously. When you're a Transsexual, both women and men shun you. People are so bigoted it's not even funny. Andre sucked my dick with gusto. When I came, he drank up. And I loved him for it. Next, we got down and dirty. I put Andre on all fours and lubricated his asshole before sliding my dick inside of him. Andre groaned as I worked my cock into his ass. I happily shoved my dick into my future husband's ass. Andre screamed as I fucked him. His ass felt wonderful around my dick. I pounded his ass hard until I came. Our screams filled the apartment. After Andre recovered, he had a go with my ass. I happily assumed the position, face down and ass up. Andre pushed his hardened, well-lubricated cock into my asshole. I stroked my dick as my future husband fucked me in the ass. I screamed as he fucked me really hard, slamming his dick mercilessly into my tight asshole. I've fucked a lot of men and a few women in the ass but this was my first time getting butt fucked. I finally got a taste of my own medicine. And I loved it so much that I came more than ever before! Andre and I are now engaged and we live together. His family is pretty nice. I met them at a formal dinner and everything went smoothly. We are planning on getting married right after we graduate from the University of Ottawa next year. We're going to live in Montreal. In the meantime, we love each other and we're having all kinds of hot, twisted fun together. Andre and I enjoy fucking each other's asses so much that we're buying condoms and lubricant by the barrel. Isn't that cool? Black Transsexuals Rock Ch. 02 Hello, there. My name is Sarina Jean. I'm a big and tall, busty and big-bottomed Black Transsexual of Haitian descent living in the City of Ottawa, Ontario. People say I remind them of Hollywood Superstar Queen Latifah, only taller and with a much bigger ass. I'm a Business Administration major at Carleton University. This summer is off to a nice start. Guess what I'm doing? Exploring my sexuality and the Black Male Psyche at the same time. And I am providing a special service to Black men living in the City. Black men have a thing for Transsexual sex just like men of any ethnicity. Of course, many of them are ashamed to admit it. They fear that admitting to such a fetish makes them queer or weak. I don't think so. I think real manly men like sexy Transsexuals. It's the ultimate kink. What's so special about little old me? I'm a Black Transsexual who loves Black men. And only Black men. So I take care of their needs. And they take care of mine. It's a winning combination. Today, I'm meeting this tall, good-looking Black guy named Vincent Rosier at my apartment. Vincent Rosier is a Graduate Student at the University of Montreal in the Province of Quebec. He's a third-generation Haitian immigrant whose family has been in the City of Montreal for decades. He works as a teller at the local branch of the Royal Bank of Canada. This thirty-year-old Black stud sought me out online and we met at my apartment near Orleans in the suburbs of Ottawa for some wild and kinky fun. I just love living in the suburb of Orleans. For Haitians living in the city of Ottawa, it's become a Mecca. There are several Haitian churches in Orleans, along with Haitian-owned barber shops, restaurants and beauty shops. Thousands of Haitians have made the city of Orleans their home. They're about one tenth of the total population of that idyllic suburb, I think. Every summer, the Haitian community comes out in droves to celebrate Caribbean Vibe, and we're well-known for our awesome parties and spectacular parades. The Haitian men of Orleans are something else. They're always finding their way to this gorgeous Black Transsexual's bed, for some reason. And I am more than okay with that. Where would horny Black Transsexuals like myself be if it weren't for horny bisexual Black guys? We're drawn to each other. They need something only we can provide. Ordinary women and regular men are fun for a bisexual guy to sleep with but what truly makes them go crazy is the sexual power of a sexy Transsexual. Like me. When we hook up, the results are nothing short of spectacular. Bisexual guys crave a sexy woman's soft ass and fine breasts with the same intensity that they desire a sexy man's hard body and big dick. When they're with a sexy Transsexual like myself, they get the best of both worlds. Some truly awesome fun. Pretty soon you're going to know exactly what I am talking about. My latest guest, the sexy Vincent told me a little about himself. He was married to a thirty-nine-year-old Haitian woman named Josephine Des Saints and she was a schoolteacher at a Catholic institution in Montreal. They had a son named Jeremy together. Vincent loved his wife Josephine and their family life. However, he was bisexual and his wife didn't know. He had certain needs which she wouldn't understand, purely and simply. Vincent experimented with men and the occasional woman but neither could truly satisfy him. Thus he discovered that he had a thing for Transsexuals. He wanted a sexy Black woman with a cute face, curvy body, big tits and big ass. And he wanted her to have a big dick too. I guess that's why he came to me. I was perfect for him. Vincent and I got down and dirty, folks. We got naked and he began sucking on my big soft tits while stroking my dick. I've got a ten-inch, uncircumcised Black dick. And it has made many Black men and a couple of curious Black women squeal in delight. Vincent was fascinated by my dick. So I made him kneel before me and he sucked my cock. Vincent was a really good cock sucker. He licked my balls and sucked my dick with gusto. I could tell he was definitely not a novice. He was a bit too good at it and I'm no believer in beginner's luck. After Vincent sucked my dick properly, I came all over his face. Vincent drank all of my cum. I just love bisexual guys from the Haitian community. They're so damn freaky. After Vincent licked my dick dry, I put him on all fours. I love fucking Black men in the ass. Especially sexy bisexual Black men who happened to be dating or married to unsuspecting Black women. Why? There are many reasons. The main one is that I simply love fucking other women's husbands and boyfriends behind their backs. It's also a deliciously naughty thing to do. I greased up Vincent's asshole and lubricated my dick. Then I pressed my dick against his asshole and pushed it inside. Vincent groaned as I eased my cock into his asshole. I put my hands upon his hips and began fucking him gently. Vincent's asshole felt warm and tight around my dick. He wasn't exactly an anal virgin but I knew he didn't get fucked in the ass often. Oh, well. I provided him with the opportunity to make up for lost time. Why? Because I'm a really nice lady! I slammed my dick deep into Vincent's asshole. Enough with the tender loving and onto the hard fucking. Vincent screamed as I drilled my cock into his asshole. I pounded my dick into his ass. I loved the sound of his passionate screams. I rammed my dick up his ass until he begged for mercy. Even then I continued fucking him until I came, squirting hot cum deep inside of him. And afterwards I made him suck my dick. The sexy bisexual Black stud could probably taste his ass on my dick. And that's more than alright by me. I like to make men and women clean my dick after I fucked them in the ass. My way of reminding them who's the boss, you know? Trust me, it never fails Afterwards, Vincent showered and left the premises.