Caring for Kenisha (part 3)
When a Tgirl admirer connects with a big black Tgirl, he finds himself signed up for more than just pleasuring his lady! I hope you enjoy this work of fiction.
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I was abruptly awakened by "What the fuck is going on here?!"
My eyes opened to the image of a huge black man pointing a gun at me.
"No Jamal!" yelled Kenisha, "what are you doing?"
"What the hell do you mean working your own deals here?" Jamal shot back.
"I'm not," she pleaded, "he's a friend."
Jamal turned to me and demanded, "what the fuck are you doing here?!"
"I'm just here to see Kenisha," I replied.
Bam! I saw stars as Jamal hit me on the side of my head.
"I get it," Jamal said, "sissy white boy – you're here to suck black dick!"
"No, I'm not," I protested. Bam! He hit me again.
"Yes, that's right," Kenisha said. I couldn't believe what I was hearing.
Jamal turned to Kenisha and started smacking her face and yelling at her.
"I thought you might be doing your own deals here, but even a stupid white sissy wouldn't want an ugly fat bitch like you." Jamal said.
She was crying and said, "Jamal, you know I won't do anything like that."
Jamal turned back to me and stuck his gun back into his belt. To my surprise he unzipped and took out his cock. He was only inches from my face.
"Go ahead sissy," Jamal said, "suck my dick."
Kenisha said, "go ahead, it's ok"
"God damn right it's ok!" said Jamal, grabbing my hair and pulling my head to him. I opened my mouth and took him in. My life might depend on sucking him off, so I wasn't about to argue.
I sucked and he hardened further. "Yeah, you fucking white sissy," he said, "you just gotta have black dick, don't you."
I grunted in agreement and soon he shot his load into my mouth.
"Tell me you need to suck black dick," Jamal demanded.
"I need to suck black dick," I blurted out.
"Good! You'll suck this dick again," Jamal said, "but the next time I see you, I'll fuck your sissy ass!"
With that, Jamal stormed out of the apartment, leaving me completely confused about what was going on.
Kenisha was soon next to me and asked, "are you ok?"
"I guess so," I responded, "but I need to know what is going on here. Your boyfriend is pretty crazy – you should take his key away."
"Ok," she said, "I'll tell you the whole story."
Kenisha continued, "I can't take his key away because this is his apartment. Jamal is not my boyfriend – he is my pimp – he owns me."
"How could you put me in this spot?" I demanded, "it's just my luck to end up between a whore and her pimp!"
"I know its unfair," she said, "but if you'll let me tell you the rest, perhaps you will understand."
"Ok, go ahead," I said, "but I need to know what this is all about."
"I was born as Ken," Kenisha explained, "but never was much of a boy. That's really a tough situation in black culture – men are macho, and a guy who isn't has a rough life. The fact is that I am a woman born into a man's body, but everyone just thought I was queer."
"Jamal made me his bitch, and I went along with it, because he protected me, in return for sucking and fucking any time he wanted it. After awhile he began to like me, and when I told him I wanted to be a woman he said he would help me if I would work for him."
"Jamal paid for my breast implants and got people to teach me to be femme. In return I worked for him, taking care of the clients he sent me."
Kenisha showed me some pictures from that time. It was obviously her, pretty, buxom, but otherwise a normal weight. She continued,
"At first I loved being a woman, but I soon realized that I hated being a whore, but I was really stuck. I began to overeat and put on a lot of weight. Soon I wasn't pretty enough to whore out, so Jamal could only use me for anonymous blowjobs."
Kenisha opened a door to a closet and directed my attention to the interior. There was a pillow on the floor and a hole about three feet from the floor. It was a glory hole.
Kenisa went on, "Jamal sends men for me to blow through the glory hole. Since he can't whore me out in the usual manner, I have to give blowjobs until I've paid him back for the breast implants."
"So why did you make that posting that got me roped into this?" I demanded.
"I'm so sorry, Bill – can you ever forgive me?" she pleaded, "I've felt so alone here, sucking cock after cock – I just wanted to feel the comfort that I've been missing."
My anger began to subside when I realized how Kenisha was trapped with no possible hope for the future. "Whether you intended it or not, you set up a trap for me," I said, "I may be stupid for this, but I forgive you and wish I could take you out of this life."
Kenisha pulled me close and kissed me. "You would do that for me?" she asked.
"I wish I could have a normal life," she continued, "tonight was the first time I have had simple intimacy for over a year – it was wonderful to just share that intimacy with you."
"Everything was good for me until Jamal showed up!" I said.
"I'm sorry you had to suck him," apologized Kenisha.
"I didn't like being forced," I said, "but it's not my first blowjob. – how many blowjobs do you have to do?" I asked.
"A thousand," she said, appearing very ashamed. I was astonished.
"How far along are you?" I asked.
"I'm nearly done," she said, "I have around 80 to go, but I might have to continue if I want to stay here."
"I would like to be with you more," she said, "if you don't mind being with an ugly fat bitch."
"You are a big girl," I said, "but you are definitely not ugly – Jamal was just being mean."
"Is there some kind of deal we can make with Jamal to get you out of this once you have met your blowjob obligation?" I asked.
"I'll talk to him after he's calmed down," Kenisha replied, "will you come see me tonight?"
Despite my scary brush with Jamal, I agreed – I felt strongly attracted to Kenisha and just needed more.
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