Gothic Sissy Snowbunny

Don't ask me why but I've recently decided to come clean. To the world, my readers, my friends and most importantly, to myself. I can't hide or pretend anymore and I've decided to just put it all out there for the world to see and, believe me, it's extremely difficult for me to tell the story I am about to tell you.

First, I think it's probably important to get an idea about who I am and what I am all about, or at least, what I was all about since everything in my life has seemed to change. I thought being transgender was hard but I find this even harder for some reason.

My name is Nicole, I'm a thirty-four year old transgender woman living in New England or, to be even more specific, I live in central Massachusetts and I'm certainly not your typical transgender girl. For example, I don't really like people knowing I am, in fact, transgender and being passable (some people might even say I'm pretty cute!) it's not difficult "flying under the radar" so to speak. I'm short and petite, I have small but cute little breasts thanks to hormones which have also had a great effect on other parts of my body including my round bum and my thick, smooth thighs. I have big, green eyes which many people seem to think are my best features and shoulder length, auburn hair which I dye black as night; in fact, with my pale, soft skin, dirty-blonde hair and green eyes, one of my ex-boyfriends, a biker named Anthony, used to call me his little "Anglo Angel".

I am into things like history, cars and motorcycles, I listen to the heaviest heavy metal you can find and you could say my musical tastes have a lot to do with my clothing style which most would consider to be "gothic" since I tend to wear cute, black dresses that clash with things like my beat up, leather jacket covered in band patches and spikes or fishnets under my black thigh high socks and combat boots. I'm a girly girl but I'm also as hardcore as I've always been. Now most of these things aren't anything terribly out of the ordinary but, where I find myself at odds with most trans-girls is my politics; I'm very conservative. With all that being said, my traditional values were a big part of who I am. I take great pride in myself and my beliefs and one thing I never agreed with was interracial relationships. It's never been about hatred and at the end of the day, it's none of my business who sleeps with who but, needless to say, it certainly wasn't for me and it was something I just couldn't wrap my head around. This is why this story has become so very difficult for me to tell.

Now that you have an idea of who I am and my beliefs are, here's where things become complicated. This was the day I would find myself spit roasted by two big, black cocks and the day I became hopelessly addicted to black men. I had spent the night over my best friend Jenn's after a night out with the girls. The plan was to wake up, get myself together and get myself an Uber home since Jenn had work early that morning. Jenn lived in the second largest city in Massachusetts, Worcester (that's pronounced "Wuss-tah" to those of you non-Masshole readers) and I lived in a small town about twenty minutes south.

What I didn't realize that morning was the very unpleasant fact my phone was missing. Whether Jenn had it or I left it at the bar was totally up in the air which meant I was either stuck until she got out of work or I felt like walking fifteen miles in the miserable New England winter. I decided to make myself some coffee, kill some time cleaning up her apartment and take a nice, hot shower. As I was coming out of the bathroom with only a towel around me, I heard the click of someone unlocking the front door; it was then I realized Jenn's roommate James was probably coming home from his job at a local warehouse doing graveyard shifts. Not only was I correct, but James, a slightly younger, black man who happens to be in great shape, had brought home one of his co-workers, another tall, in shape black man who's name I would later find to be Tre.

The two were talking about last night's football game until they both noticed me standing there soaking wet and in a pink towel. James's face immediately lit up with a smile, "the sissy is here!" he said sarcastically.

I liked James, he was a friendly enough guy who would always be flirting with me despite the fact he knew my opinions on interracial relationships.

"Hello, James," I said, rolling my eyes.

"Damn, girl, you looking fine in that towel," he said.

I began making my way towards Jenn's room, "in your dreams, sweetheart."

They both laughed and headed down the hallway into the living room.

"Where you going, babygirl?" he asked.

"I'm going to get dressed, silly," I laughed.

The two men sat down on the leather sofa which sat in the middle of the large, open living room but they were both watching me with playful smiles.

"This is my friend Tre, we work together," James announced, introducing his buddy.

"I'm Nicole," I walked across the room to shake his hand only for my towel to come falling down. I stood there horrified, my small, pale frame exposed, my little breasts and my little clit totally visible.

James burst out laughing while Tre's eyes just lit up looking me over as I grabbed the towel and ran for Jenn's room, slamming the door behind me. I was absolutely horrified and utterly embarrassed. I stood there for a moment wanting to scream but I did my best to forget it and get myself together. I slid my black thigh high socks on and I managed to get my white, cotton panties on when I heard the door open behind me.

"I'm not dressed!" I shouted, reaching for the damp towel on Jenn's bed and quickly using it to cover my small breasts. When I turned around I found James in the doorway...his huge, black cock hanging out of his pants. I couldn't help but notice just how big it was and I felt my clit jump slightly in my cotton panties.

"James, what the Hell?" I exclaimed.

"Well, I thought it would make you feel a little better," he said with a sly grin, "I mean we saw your...little parts so I figured we were even."

I was stunned, I was embarrassed, I could feel my face turning red and I had to stop myself from breaking eye contact and not looking at his unbelievably, massive dick.

"I...I...," I stuttered noticeably, "my 'little parts'?"

He laughed.

"What's so funny?" I asked, more annoyed than anything.

"You're turning red," he chuckled, "for someone who isn't into black guys you sure seem rattled."

I glared at him, "I am NOT into black men," I said but there was no weight behind my words, I felt vulnerable and small. In more ways than one.

"You want to suck it, don't you?" he asked.

I was speechless, it was exhausting not looking at the black monster between his legs. I absolutely did not want to suck his big, black cock. Or did I? I hated myself for even considering it. I would not only be the biggest hypocrite on the planet but he would never look at me the same way again, I'd be the little, white sissy who sucked his cock and he'd be the black man who broke the conservative transgender girl who wasn't into black guys. No, I couldn't do it. I can't!

"I need to get dressed, James," I said defeated. I was questioning everything, every belief, every fiber of my essence and yet something in me really wanted to get on my knees and feel it harden in my mouth, feel the heat of him against my pale cheek, taste it.

"Your little sissy-clit says otherwise," he laughed again.

I was horrified to find my clit was stiff and just poking through the front of my panties. I was small, I was happy it was small, I had no interest in owning a big dick, I was a girl after all but still, my little clit, sure enough, was as stiff as a board, betraying me; the game was over and I lost.

James stepped further into the room as I stood by the bed, my back to him and attempting to hide the front of my panties. My eyes were closed and my head hung low, my whole body felt flush, there was this war raging in my mind, one part of me was in total revolt and pushing me to give in while the other demanded I hold strong, stick to my morals, fight the urges but when James came up behind me and I felt his exposed cock brush against my bum, everything inside me froze.

"Nicole, it's not a big deal you know," he started, his big, warm hands fell on my shoulders.

I wanted to cry. This inner conflict had my head swimming, I felt this immense heat wrapping around me, these desires to take his cock in my mouth were overwhelming.

"James," I whimpered, "I like you, I think you're a great guy but I just can't do this," I had managed to say the words but again they were so hallow.

"I know you want it," he said patiently.

"No, I don't, I'm not into black guys," more lies.

There was a silence.

"You need a push," he said softly.

His words surprised me and before I could respond he spun me around as if I was weightless.

"Listen up, Sissy," he said, his tone suddenly shifted from friendly and playful to cold and demanding, "you don't have a choice. You will be my little, white sissy slut and if I want you to suck my dick you're going to suck my dick."

My eyes widened, my clit jumped in my panties; he took the choice from me! I was suddenly free of making the decision and the battlefield in my mind instantly fell silent. "Wait, what?"

There was no change in his demeanor, he had me and now he was in total control. He knew it, I knew it and with a quick, powerful movement he had ripped the towel away from me, leaving me standing there, in front of him, in my white cotton panties and my black thigh high socks. My pale skin felt flushed all over, my head was swimming.

"Get on your knees, Sissy," he demanded, glaring at me.

I didn't protest whatsoever, I just did as he instructed and I now found myself inches away from his huge, black cock. It was a glorious sight, he wasn't even hard and yet the size of it was truly awe-inspiring. I looked up at him, I can only imagine the look on my face was a mix of restrained joy and curiosity.

He looked down at me with victorious satisfaction, "you love my big, black dick don't you, slut?"

I bit my lip, "it's so big," I whimpered.

"Beg me to suck it," he said.

I have no idea why his command turned me on so much, perhaps because it was me, the one person who had been adamantly opposed to his prior advances, me the girl who spoke so openly against interracial relationships was now on my knees with his big, black cock hanging out of his boxers just inches away from my face; that little voice that had been fighting the urge had been reduced to a mere whisper. My hesitation just irritated him.

"Fine, forget it," he said in annoyance as he went to put himself back in his pants.

"Wait," I begged. There was no question at this point, I needed to suck his beautiful, black dick.

He smiled, "yes, Sissy?"

"Please?" I started, "may I please suck your big, black cock?" I instantly felt the sting of shame and humiliation, I had just flushed my pride away.

"You may, Sissy. Do a good job," he sneered.

I took a deep breath and went to grip it in my hand when he cut me off, "no hands. Use your mouth."

I was so aroused I could feel the slick wet spot on my panties where my little white clit poked out. I opened my mouth and leaned forward, finally taking his big mushroom tip into my mouth, my lips wrapping around his thick shaft and my tongue sliding up along the underside of his black pipe. It tasted so sweet, his musk filled my nostrils, so strong and unforgettable; I absolutely loved it!

"So much for you not wanting black dick, huh Sissy? You're going to be begging to suck my dick every time you see me aren't you?" he taunted.

He began to grow in my mouth, I couldn't believe it was actually getting bigger than it was! I loved it, making this huge black monster spring to life in my mouth, the feeling was addictive.

"Oh my God," I said, "it's so fucking big, James."

He chuckled, "when you're sucking my dick you call me 'Daddy' got it, Sissy?"

"Yes, Daddy," I smiled.

"Good, now suck that black dick," he ordered.

His cock was fully erect and easily over nine inches and it stood at attention right in my face. I licked the underside of his shaft and watched it jump.

I giggled and took it back in my mouth until I started to gag. I was sucking a huge, black dick and I loved it, I couldn't believe how much I loved it! I didn't want to stop at all, I loved how demanding and in charge of me he was and I genuinely wanted to please him, my new black Daddy. I wanted to be his little white sissy, his cock sucking, white boi cum dump; this feeling of submissiveness, the degrading way he spoke to me, it all felt so incredibly perfect and at that moment, with his big black dick in my mouth, I knew my life was going to be very different.

I felt his big hand on the back of my head, guiding me, setting the pace he liked and my mouth worked up and down his thickness.

"Fuck, Sissy, you're good at sucking dick. You're going to be my little, white snow bunny from now on, aren't you? My bitch."

I pulled my mouth off his cock and smiled up at him, "yes, Daddy, I'm your little white slut!" I couldn't believe the words I was saying, me of all people, gladly accepting my new role as a black man's slut. A snow bunny. How many times had I use those words as an insult? And now I was overjoyed to be one and all from five minutes of sucking my first black dick.

He was so big that my jaw quickly began to ache but I pressed on, I was shocked at how badly I wanted him in my mouth. I began to rub the tip of my clit through my panties, the wet spot had grown, I felt the sticky mess on my thighs. I was so intensely focused on his cock, I would run my lips up and down the sides of his member, I sucked the head like a lollipop and I quickly lapped the precious bead of pre-cum that had formed at his tip. I sucked his cock like I was possessed, I would gag myself and he would press my head into him, choking me, making me wince and my eyes water. His scruffy patch of hair tickled my nose and his musk filled my nostrils. I was hopelessly addicted to big, black cock.

"Lick my balls, Sissy."

I went for his large, heavy ball bag as if they had been made of sugar, sucking them one at a time into my mouth, I could feel the weight of his dick on my face; his pitch black shaft pressed against my soft, white cheek. My only thoughts were of pleasing him as I dragged my tongue up his course sack, his scent, so sweet and masculine. I began to wonder what his cock would feel like up my ass.

He called Tre in from the living room as I went back to sucking him and a moment later, from the corner of my eye I saw him enter the room.

I didn't know Tre, I may have seen him at the apartment once or twice before but he had no problem pulling his dick out of his pants when he saw it was "free blowjob day" and I was on my knees.

I pulled my mouth off "Daddy" and quickly went to work on Tre who didn't say a word. His dick was roughly the same size as James/Daddy, if there was a size difference, Tre may have been the bigger of the two with his teardrop shaped head. James watched for a moment before he began smacking his heavy shaft against my face.

"Look at the sissy go! You were made to take black dick, Nicole!" he chuckled. He rubbed his cock all over my face as I gagged on Tre.

"This slut definitely sucks a mean dick," Tre said through his teeth, "fuck yes, take that dick."

I was in the zone, bouncing between the two huge cocks in my face. My jaw hurt from being stretched so wide and my knees were throbbing from being on the hardwood floor. I shifted and began to use my hand to grip Daddy's balls and the other stroked Tre.

"My white sissy cock sucker," Daddy said.

"I think she might like black dick more than white dicks," Tre joked. I couldn't help but think about that, the way I was sucking these two black cocks, he was right. I certainly never felt so satisfied sucking white dicks, I never felt so feminine and subservient and I certainly never had so much cum leaking from my little clit.

"Tell us how much you love being addicted to black dick, Sissy," Daddy said.

I pulled my mouth off his cock and answered, "I can't believe how much I love black cock, Daddy! I need it so bad."

"You know one of these dicks is going up that white ass, right?"

I bit my lip at the thought, my clit jerked again in my panties and I felt another bead of cum seeping into my panties. There I was, on my knees and sucking two black dicks but not only was I there, physically blowing my best friend's black roommate and his co-worker but I was totally in love with these thick, ebony cocks. I mean, I can't explain it; sure, I've given head before but this wasn't a chore or an act of charity, I felt this unquenchable need to be used by these two black men. The taboo of it, the juxtoposition of me being this white whore to black dick at the expense of my pride and dignity...and it felt amazing.

"I'll never get sick of looking down and seeing a white girl...or, a white boi in this case, slobbering all over my dick," Tre remarked.

"For sure. And this one said she would never fuck a black man. Isn't that right, Slut?" James asked.

I had his cock in the back of my throat, my lips struggling to reach the base. All I could do was look up at him and feel the sting of shame as he mocked me. He wanted an answer though.

"Sissy, I asked you a question," it was humiliating, "you said never right? You would never suck a black dick? Take that black dick out of your mouth for a second and answer me."

"She sure seems to have changed her mind," Tre chimed in as he jerked himself inches from my face.

"Yes," I answered, I pulled my mouth off of Daddy's big black cock, "I did say that."

James found it all so amusing, he began rubbing his slick cock head on my face, tracing it over my lips, playfully smacking my face with his dick.

"I think it's time to take that ass," he decided.

I started to get up but he stopped me.

"Now hold on, Sissy. I want to hear you ask me to fuck that white ass. I want you to say 'Daddy, please stuff your big black dick in my little white boi pussy'."

Tre laughed, "don't forget to say please now."

My whole body felt red with shame. It all sank in on me, my need for him to fuck me was too strong and the humiliation seemed to add to it, I felt like nothing more than his submissive fuck doll and despite that voice in my head, I really liked it.

"Daddy," I started, my eyes meeting his, "please stuff your big black dick in my white sissy ass."

"Of course, Babygirl, of course I'll give you what you need. Now get that ass up on that bed."

I climbed onto the bed on my hands and knees and quickly got into position as James moved behind me and Tre moved to the opposite side of the bed, in front of me, "we going to spit roast this bitch," he said proudly.

"Look at that white ass," James said, he gave my bum a swift slap while Tre quickly moved up the bed and began teasing me with his cock.

"Shake that little ass," James ordered. I was never into dancing, headbanging probably helped with blowjobs but I certainly wasn't a professional when it came to shaking my butt.

"I love fucking white sluts," James said again, delivering yet another slap which stung and made me whimper. "Get that ass up," he said and forced my head into the bed; I have to admit, I loved him being rough and forceful, I felt so helpless between two strong, hung black men.

My face was buried in the bed and James yanked my panties down exposing my pale, white cheeks and my soft little sack. My clit was still stiff as a board, all four inches and it was drooling a string of pre-cum on Jenn's bedsheets.

"Yeah, just like that, Slut," James muttered. I felt something cold and wet on my ass and Tre amused himself by bouncing his throbbing black dick off my face, the half that wasn't being forced into the soft bed.