I woke up to the sensation that my arse was still leaking cum from the session that had finished just a couple of hours earlier. Rolling over, I found that the man who had unloaded that cum was still lying there, snoring gently. His name was Jack, and I had picked him up in the club with a promise that I would not object to him taking me bareback.

He had surprised himself with the fact that he had gone for it. True, he had hit on me thinking that I was a woman, but during our first kiss I had to confess to him the truth. That I had been born a man and had only been transitioning for a few months.

“That’s OK,” he had replied as he stared into my eyes moments after I had told him,“ as long as I can fuck you bareback, all the girls want condoms these days.” I had nodded eagerly, there was something about the touch of a man’s cum that made me feel even more feminine, especially when it was in one of my holes.

An hour later, I had found myself in his bedroom, sucking on his large cock until it was rock hard. At that point, he had flipped me over and for the next half an hour had ploughed himself into my hole until I had felt his cum fill me. Now it was the middle of the night, he was snoring, and I was desperate for a glass of water.

Rolling out of bed, I found that the room was not completely dark, a streetlight outside providing just enough glow for me to be able to move around. Finding Jack’s dressing gown, I pulled it on and carefully opened the door.

I crept down the staircase, making sure that I made no noise until, at the bottom of the stairs, I found myself in the lounge. From there, I knew where the kitchen was as Jack had led me through the lounge to the bedroom and I had seen it at the back of the room. Accessible through a large set of double doors which had been left open.

Entering the kitchen, I fumbled for the light switch, until somehow, I switched on one light in the corner of the room. It was not great, but it was enough light that I was able to find my way around and moment’s later I had my drink.

Sipping the glass carefully, I slowly drank the contents as I recalled the amazing fucking that I had received that night while I looked out through the kitchen window into what little I could see of the garden.

“Oh hello,” a voice said from behind me, and I turned to see a man I did not know stood in the doorway to the kitchen. “So, what is your name?”

“Umm,” I replied, unsure who the interlocutor was.

“Oh, don’t worry I’m Simon, Jack’s housemate. I just got home from work, I take it Jack brought you home?”

“Yes,” I replied, my heart now racing about whether Simon would be as understanding as Jack was of my situation.

He took a step into the room, walking with the air of someone who was hoping that he could get some action as well. The tension rose with his movements, and I wondered what would happen, or whether I could even stop him. He was fit, young and black, unlike Jack who was pale, almost as if he had never seen the sun and slightly rotund.

“What’s your name?” he asked as he reached the point where he was just outside of touching distance.

“Abigail,” I replied nervously as I found myself torn between letting Simon take me and the fear that he would beat me for not being all woman in his eyes.

“That’s a nice name,” he replied as his eyes scanned up and down my body, drinking in every curve.

Nervously I replied, my voice stuttering as I spoke, “thanks.”

He stepped closer, putting an arm out so that it slowly wrapped around my waist and pulled me towards him. He smelt good, almost too good, and as my body went weak under his touch, I wondered whether he would give me a beating when he found my cock.

Finding his touch impossible to resist, I let Simon lean towards me until our lips met. We kissed, his tongue pushing into my mouth, searching out my own as my body submitted to his control.

Sliding a hand onto my neck, he closed his fingers around it, squeezing gently. Not enough to choke me, but just enough for me to know that he was the one in charge and I should provide him with everything he needed of me.

“Just as I thought,” he said with a grin on his face, “you are incredibly slutty, and you can’t wait but to let my black cock take you.”

“Yes,” I managed to whisper as I felt myself submitting ever closer into Simon’s arms. My mind settling on the idea that this man could do anything to me even if it meant a beating.

Suddenly, Simon stepped backwards, away form me before reaching out and tugging on the dressing gown. The garment fell open, exposing my body, my small, newly formed breasts and limp cock to his gaze. “Just as I thought,” he said as his eyes drank in the site of me, “a desperate, tranny slut.”

Pushing the dressing gown from my shoulders so that I was naked, Simon pulled me towards the work counter before bending me over it. Holding me in place with one hand, the other parted my legs so that my hole was positioned and ready to be taken. Seconds later I felt his hard cock enter my ass as he fucked me hard, pumping himself in and out of me with a ferocious, desperate, need.

His black cock felt perfect as it ploughed itself in and out of my ass. My first black cock, as I submitted just as I had always imagined that I would when presented with such an opportunity.

“No wonder Jack brought you home,” Simon gasped between the deep breaths that he was now taking. “You really are a desperate whore.”

I did not reply, instead my head fell forward, my hair falling over my face as I embraced the pleasure that I felt at being entered so roughly.

Simon grunted as he thrust hard into me, then, his body locking stiff he held himself in place as his seed spilled forward into me. I gasped at the pleasure it brought, the feminising effect of the cum seemingly enhanced by the fact that it came from the cock of a black man.

Finally drained, Simon pulled himself out as he took deep breaths brought on by the exertion of his fucking. “Now, you need to go back to bed with Jack as if this had never happened.”

“You want me to pretend that I have never met you?”

“Yes,” Simon said with a grin, “I love being able to fuck the sluts he brings home without his knowledge.”

I smiled at the comment, “well it is not like I am betraying the love of my life,” I replied.

“Indeed,” Simon replied as he kissed me goodbye on the lips. Returning the kiss, I picked up the dressing gown and carrying it in my hand. I headed back upstairs.

Entering the bedroom, I was greeted by the gentle sound of Jack snoring as I slid back under the sheets. He rolled over, putting an arm over me as he grabbed a free boob he whispered, “you OK?”

“Yes, I just needed a drink,” I replied as in the silence I became more aware of the post coital throbbing sensation in my ass. For a moment my mind filled with happy thoughts and then, closing my eyes, I fell asleep.