I'm in my early 20s and transitioned in my teens, so I'm passably feminine and can also be the androgynous whiteboi; pale and thin with my girlish pixie hair style. I'm in college part-time and also work in the family travel business, evaluating new opportunities, so often spend 5-10 days in vacation locales. I often share travel evals with another agent, a Black man named Larry. Yes, Larry. His family is adapted well into the upper-middle-class business set. Larry is late 20s, a very big and muscular gym hound. Larry and I often share rooms on the road. On business dealings, I go mostly as androgynous-whiteboi, so Larry wasn't initially aware that I was also a sissy.
Travel makes you unknown and anonymous with endless sex opportunities. Larry and I have become kind of a team at getting him laid with white girls. On the beach or in bars, Larry can be the ripped Black stud, while I provide contrast as the weak whiteboi. The basic 20-ish white female seems to like mocking me while Larry is fucking her. It suits her porn fantasies and she earns anti-racism points with Larry. But one evening Larry struck out. We had to leave for an early wakeup and the white girl fancied herself hot enough to hold hold out for an even better Black man.
Back in the room, I knew Larry's Black cock was throbbing and he wouldn't sleep well. I dug in my suitcase and disappeared into the bathroom. About 20 minutes, later I emerged and presented myself to Larry as who I really am; nanci the slutty trans-gurl. I strutted in pink heels and black fishnet thigh-highs, with a pink micro-skirt and a black crop-top (I was Black-topped, get it?). Larry looked stunned, but not angry. He slowly took me in and had to admit that I was sexy as any white girl he knew, but he just couldn't do it because of my "dick". I showed him my little limp clitty and explained that whitebois are 90% female -- and that strong Black men made me this way. He just couldn't go there, so we turned out the lights and went to our separate beds. I slipped off my heels and skirt and slept in my thigh-highs, panties and crop-top.
I was just drifting off, when the velvety head of Larry's big Black cock brushed against my lips. I recognized the spongy texture of big cock head that my mouth knows so well and the deep bass moan of a Black man in heat. Larry towered over me, he was sweated and his beefy chest and biceps glistened in the dim red glow of the alarm clock. From my reclined position Larry looked massive. He could have broken me in half with his rippling Black arms. There was no doubt I was going to do whatever Larry wanted.
Larry rubbed his tortured, throbbing meat on my face. I'm not sure he knew what to expect of a white sissy. I got up on one elbow, so I could get a fist around his shaft and I started applying hard suction to his cock head. I knew from watching Larry with girls that this could take an hour -- and we had a morning appointment with the hotel manager. Then I tasted a drop of pre-cum. It spread on my tongue and my clitty instantly began to tingle. The Black man's sperm triggered my deepest natural whiteboi desires; femininity and submission in the presence of the Superior Black King.
Larry held my head and pistoned in my mouth. I wanted to show him my deepthroat skills, but he wouldn't stay in long enough. Then he growled at me "Put on your heels bitch!" Damn. Yes Master! I slipped into my pink heels and Larry shoved me to my knees. "Beg for my dick you cunt!" I began to realize Larry was uncomfortable with a white sissy and was compensating with aggression to increase the power disparity between us. "Please Black Master, let me suck your big cock!"
Larry was going to piston in my mouth again, but I grabbed his butt-cheeks and pressed his Black cock farther down into my throat. I got his 9.5" down till my nose was in his pubes and held there long as I could. When I pulled off, Larry exclaimed "Damn nanci!" He used my name! I looked right into my Black Master's eyes, flush with white sissy pride -- and then it happened -- my little clitty twitched and squirted. All my hungry desire squirted out with my sissy juice. My white sissy pride turned to shame. Why was I kneeling in girl clothes? Why was my whiteboi plumbing so inferior?
But a proper white sissy knows she will orgasm before her Black King does, and Larry's throbbing Black cock didn't care about my little drippy problem. Larry was raging hard now. His cock head was like a firm purple plum. He pushed me face first onto the bed. His sexual need wasn't put off by my boi-clitty now. Or maybe I thought...my feminine nature and thin firm white body....is driving his masculine desire. That was the last thought in my head as he drove his big purple cock head through my little sphincter and the room swirled and went dim.