Black Man Meets Tg

his story was written my a trans friend of mind, who knows me better than most people. It is fantasy, and the N word is used often ( please don't get upset) I have added a few chapters to the story, and will indicate when I post them. Please compare the 2 styles of writing. And please comment. Thank you

I might not have niggers figured completely out, but one thing I am certain of, is the power a white woman has over any nigger I have ever come across. Truth is, I'm not even a woman, but in a dress, a nigger doesn't care. Its like that big, dumb dick thinks for them. They lose what mind they have in the presence of a white woman. That big black cock, acts like a homing device trying to get inside of some white pussy, ass or mouth. The big conquest. Getting the white man's prized possession. Stupid niggers.

I have known one nigger for about 20 years. Good looking enough, Well spoken. Intelligent. Worked as a correctional officer in a very well know prison in upstate New York. At his base, this nigger I will refer to as Bob, had about much self control as a fucking dog. He would get crazy around me. I met him at a swingers club and from our first encounter, I knew I had taken possession of a part of him. There I was ... big, white, blonde and juicy. Over painted like a whore with just enough class. Nice, sexy clothes. Expensive perfume. Admittedly hooked on black cock. I love the taste and smell and size of what a nigger can produce from his pants. Bob and I clicked in a way that I have clicked with just a handful of the hundreds and hundreds of niggers I have gone thru living in New York City. He exposed himself very early on, as a man who got off on racial play. Loved living out that fantasy of being the hard working field nigger in the old south, getting summoned to the big house by the Mistress after Master had gone to town. Loved the idea of being owned and humliliated for the color of his skin. For the huge size of that dick swinging between his legs. There was a time I saw Bob on the street in the light of day. He was walking with his wife and had a small child with him. I don't think he recognized me. Part of me thought it would have been so funny to walk up to his wife and tell her I had been sucking her niggers dick for a few years, and how funny I found it that this big, dumb coon would get his black ass out of their warm bed and come meet me because he was so hooked on not only the great head, but the great head game. Living out fantasies he could have never shared with that black bitch. Too uptight. Too straightlaced to really comprehend what a huge freak she had living under her own roof.

Bob and I would hang out cyclically. It's like he could hold it together only so long, before that monkey would get back up on his back and he had to find me. Had to get that fix that I could provide. He banged plenty of genetic women, but I offered an extra thrill. Took pictures of me in a hotel room with his big, black cock hanging out of my mouth. We would go to adult bookstores and XXX Movie theaters. I'm telling you, this nigger would get demented. He couldn't get enough. Loved to watch me suck on black cock, but I think he always had a silent bit of possessiveness about me. The way he would watch me was so intense. Giving my nigger a good show. Letting him see just how much I loved that nigger dick down my throat. I have given up this fat, white, tight, ass/pussy to plenty of black cock. Never gave it to Bob. I knew we would cross a line, it would give him too much control. Niggers like Bob can't handle that with a white woman. He needs to be kept down, where he wants and needs to be. I will say, Bob has a dick I could suck every day of my life. He is no young kid, but that dick gets hard like a rock. I wonder if that black cunt appreciated the good dick she had, when she had it?