Date: Sun, 31 Jan 2016 20:11:36 +0000 (UTC)
From: Beaumonte Bill <oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com>
Subject: Caring for Kenisha Part 1

Caring for Kenisha (part 1)

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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My name is Bill and I really love Tgirls.  They are so wonderfully sexy and
really appreciate it when a man treats them right – not like genetic
woman, who seem to feel entitled.  I travel a lot in business and am often
stationed in a major city for six months or more, during which time I try
to develop a relationship with a local Tgirl.

I had just taken a new assignment in St. Louis and browsed the t4m section
of the Craigslist personals.  Tgirl listings had become quite popular, but
lately there were a lot of postings from escorts and sissies just looking
to be dominated.  Neither appealed to me – I preferred a Tgirl with whom
I could have a more or less "normal" boy-girl relationship.

I saw nothing that appealed to me under the casual encounters section, so I
looked in the misc romance section.  There usually were not many entries
here, but the few that showed up were often looking to find a husband or a
sugar daddy to pay for their transformation.

There were only seven listings, but one caught my eye – "Need a
gentleman to treat me like a lady" was the title.  I opened it and saw a
face picture of a pretty black girl.  She had a full face, which often
indicated a bigger girl, but that was fine with me.  The text said:

"Most men just use a girl and leave.  I'm a curvy girl looking for a man
who wants more than to just blow his load and leave – you need to treat
me like a lady and attend to my needs as well.  Age or race not an issue.

Send a face picture and stats with reply."

I dashed off a reply, attaching a face picture.  I continued to look and
sent replies to several others, knowing that about 10% actually write back,
and some of those are just spammers pushing dating or porn websites.

I thought about her that evening as I lay in bed.  I knew that "curvy"
meant fat – and sometimes very fat – but I liked a girl with softness
– I sure didn't want to feel bones when I hug her.

The next morning I checked my emails before going to work and found a reply
from the curvy girl.  It said:

"Hello handsome, You sound like the kind of man I'd like to meet and see
what happens.  Please call me and set something up.  – Kenisha"

She gave her phone number, which I wrote down and left for work.  There was
one additional picture attached, showing here from the waist up, in a
pretty blouse.  She was obviously very buxom, and I imagined that she would
have a nice big ass, like most black women.  I imagined kissing her ample
soft cheeks.

At work I dialed Kenisha's number and we agreed to meet for lunch at a
nearby restaurant.

I allowed a little more time for lunch that day so I wouldn't be rushed
with Kenisha.

I entered the restaurant and Kenisha was sitting inside the doorway.  I
greeted her and we were seated.

"Do you have much experience with Tgirls?" she asked.

"Yes, I've been dating them for a number of years," I replied.

"Then you know how to pleasure a Tgirl," Kenisha concluded, and I agreed.

"I will put your pleasure ahead of mine," I said.

"You mean you will make me cum even if you don't?" she asked.

"I like to cum, but I'm more interested in making you cum," I explained.

"Most men aren't like that," she countered, "so you will understand if I am
skeptical."

"Most men are bastards," I returned, "which makes it difficult for me to
build trust with a new girl."

"How many girls have you been with?" Kenisha asked.

"I don't know – perhaps a few dozen," I replied.  I explained my work
situation so she wouldn't think that I was a womanizer with a wandering
eye.

"What typically happens after you cum?" she asked.

"I usually like to cuddle with my lady, unless she needs to cum," I
responded, "but most of the time she cums before I do."

"Sounds good," she said, "but I will expect you make good on what you say."

"Try me," I said.

She gave me her address and I agreed to come see her after work.

We finished lunch and I walked Kenisha back to her car.  At her car we
kissed and I couldn't resist touching one of her large breasts.  She moaned
and kissed me more eagerly.  "Get back to work," she said, "and save that
for later."

I returned to work, thinking about Kenisha.

At the end of the day I drove to Kenisha's apartment and knocked on the
door.

Kenisha opened the door, wearing a low cut top and a short skirt.  She was
showing a really nice cleavage.  I kissed her and she said, "take your
clothes off."

I paused and said, "what about you?"

"That will come later, once you prove yourself," she said.

I undressed and stood before her – she took hold of me and fondled me to
erection.  I was clearly breathing hard when she said, "Get on your knees
and jack off while I watch."  She led me to a place in front of her couch
and I got to my knees, stroking myself.

Kenisha told me not to start yet and went into another room.  When she
returned she had several items with her.  One was a large black dildo –
perhaps 6-8 inches long and almost 2 inches in diameter.  She squeezed some
lube onto the head of the dildo and approached me.  She told me to put the
end of the dildo to my anus and the other end on the floor.  "I want you to
hold it there," she instructed, "you don't have to take it in, but you may
if you wish."

"Look," I said, "This is really personal and I usually jack off in
private."

"Are you sure you want to please me?" Kenisha demanded.

"Ok, ok, I'll do it," I replied.

Kenisha handed me a small glass bowl and said, "shoot into this when you
cum."

She took a seat on the couch and told me to begin.

"Aren't you going to undress?" I asked.

"Not this time," she returned, "I want you to use your imagination."

The way she looked, it didn't take much imagining, and my arousal mounted.
Kenisha had her hand under her skirt, playing with herself.  I wished I
could see what she was playing with – I wanted her so much.

As I stroked I found myself unconsciously pressing down on the dildo, which
began to enter me.  It was large and I could feel it stretching me –
perhaps more than I could take.  I was careful to not push down further,
but the pressure there aroused me even more.

Looking at Kenisha, even though dressed really aroused me and I stroked
more vigorously.  Before I realized it, I had pressed down further and the
big dildo was firmly inside me.  It felt good, but I decided not to try to
take it in all the way.  I just continued to stroke, while bouncing up and
down on the dildo and watching Kenisha play with herself.

What a crazy situation this was, but soon I was shooting into the bowl
while Kenisha watched.

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To be continued ...

Feel free to contact me with your comments or requests.  –Bill
(oral_guy_2000@yahoo.com)

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