Bottoms Up For BBC

By Lilith Goode

A collection of short erotic stories about sissies and trans girls who love black men.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lilith Goode
• Release date: Dec 13, 2022
• ISBN: 9781005420956

Lilith Goode

I was born in Fort Lauderdale, Florida back before it became a parking lot running from Miami to Palm Beach. In an attempt to escape my five and a half million neighbors, cockroaches, and hurricanes, I moved to Sault Ste. Marie, Michigan, which lies on the Canadian border in Michigan's upper peninsula, in the mistaken belief that anyplace located on a large body of water would have a lot of seafood restaurants. Not being much of a sports person, I missed the somewhat obvious correlation that in order to have seafood restaurants, the body of water has to be an ocean and not a lake. My writing career, such as it is, began when my computer tragically died at a very young age. As background, I should tell you I've long been a fan of Hentai, which is basically anime styled porn, and my favorite meme is where a sweet and virginal young girl has her first sexual encounter and immediately turns into a stark, raving nymphomaniac. When my computer went to computer hell (Seattle, Washington) I had just finished reading an article describing how Japanese anime is influencing Western drawing styles and memes more and more, and had also just finished reading several of Adam Warren's 'Empowered' comics, (which, if you haven't already, you should definitely check out). Suddenly having lots of free time on my hands, (if you want to spark your creative juices I strongly suggest trashing your computer) I began to wonder what a story done in my favorite hentai meme (nymphomaniac, remember?) would be like. I envisioned a young virgin who, on her eighteenth birthday, dreams of a sexual encounter with a stranger and who, upon awakening, realizes it wasn't a dream. Following which, naturally, she turns into a sex-crazed maniac. At first that was the extent of it, but as time went on I kept thinking about what, exactly, that would entail, and finally had to write it down so I could keep track of it. That story has gone through many changes, and I'm still not ready to publish it, although I hope to someday, but it got me interested in writing. (I did recently publish the opening scene in a collection of short stories called "Pretty Little Sluts" as a bonus feature if you'd like to check it out.) Since my favorite subject is sex, I naturally turned to erotica. (I've been told that what I write isn't strictly erotica, as apparently my stories come with too much of something called 'plot.' I considered toning the...

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Bottoms Up For BBC

Copyright 2022 Lilith Goode

Published by Lilith Goode at Smashwords

This book contains scenes of an adult nature, including graphic sexual scenes, scenes depicting drug use, and obscene language. No one under the age of eighteen should purchase or read this book. All characters in this work are eighteen years of age or older.

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ISBN: 9781005420956

Big Black Cocks aren’t just for girls! Meet the white gurls who were born boys but gave all that up to serve their black Masters. Thanks to the new Male To Female pills, they really are girls, in every respect except one, and they’re eager to prove they can be just as good at satisfying the men they love.

TABLE OF CONTENTS

Beginnings

Yes, Daddy

Text Me

Skater Gurl

Sissy For Sale

Hot Wife’s Little Cuck

BBB Meets BBC

Drake Manor

Atonement

Sissy Porn Star

House Party

Edwin and Me

BEGINNINGS

I’m with a stranger, a black man, who picked me up somewhere.

Sometimes it’s at a bar, even though I’ve never been in one, or sometimes we’ve met in a more mundane setting. A coffee shop, at the mall, or even as I’m walking down the street. He had not needed to say anything. He’d merely glanced at me in a certain way, barely acknowledging me, but it had been enough to make me accompany him, my body trembling, my belly loose and warm with anticipation, and with fear.

He is tall, handsome, powerful, and proud. Everything I am not. Whatever pride I have comes from making myself look as pretty as I can manage for the benefit of men like him. My pride is subject to their whims. An approving glance, a simple smile, can sustain me for days. A turning away and I am devastated, destroyed by the knowledge that I’d failed to prove myself worthy of their attention.

He takes me to his house, or perhaps a hotel room, and I slowly remove my clothes for him, shyly unzipping my dress and pushing it down to let it pool around my feet, unfastening my bra and sliding the straps off my shoulders, slipping my panties down my legs, which are encased in the black silk stockings that end at the middle of my pale thighs.

I hesitate then and he nods, so I slip off my high heels and slide the stockings down my legs, until I am totally naked. I stand before him, feeling slightly embarrassed, clad only in my make-up and the neon pink polish on my fingernails and toenails. I find that it is possible to be both ashamed and proud at the same time, for in that moment, the first time I’ve ever unveiled myself for a black man before, I find that I am both. I take a deep breath and raise my chin, waiting for his judgement.

At last, he smiles, and I exhale in relief. I’m nervous, but as I look into his gorgeous almond eyes, I’m ready, and I know what to do, both instinctively and through preparation. I have waited for this moment my entire adult life, read about it, researched it, learned as much as I could about what my role would be. I took pills, the new MTF treatment, that reshaped my body, feminized it. It gave me breasts, slimmed my stomach, widened my hips, until I was left with the body I would have had if I’d been born a true female.

The only reminder of my original self was a vestigial penis, reduced in size by the treatments and lacking the ability to grow hard, which dangled uselessly from my body. I didn’t mind it. It was a reminder of everything I had done for my love of black men, a visible sign of my devotion. Although I had removed my balls. They’d served no purpose and had prevented me from wearing many of the panty styles I love.

I applied expensive creams and lotions to my body to soften my skin, taught myself about girl’s clothes, learned to do my hair, my make-up, my nails, even how to walk in high heels, so a black man might take pleasure in looking at me, in touching me. I bought dildos and butt plugs in ever increasing sizes and practiced with them, learning how to suck them, to deep throat them, to fuck myself with them, all so I might prove myself worthy of his attention when this moment eventually came, when I was finally chosen, when I at long last would be given the opportunity to pleasure a real man, a black man, a King among men.

For this is my purpose. To serve my Master, to attend to his needs without regard for my own. For what am I in comparison to him? I am nothing, less than nothing, there only to do his bidding, to fulfill his desires, to prove myself by satisfying his slightest request.

He shows his approval by placing his massive hand on top of my head, pushing me down to the floor. Like the good little girl I yearn to be, I sink to my knees in front of him, obeying his silent command. It is his right. I am not fit to stand in his presence.

I kneel naked before him, stripped of everything, my clothes, my dignity, my pride. Which is as it should be, of course.

I look up at him reverentially as with trembling hands I unfasten his jeans and slowly slide them down his muscular thighs, releasing his gigantic, but still soft, penis. It sways in front of my disbelieving eyes, pointing downward, hanging almost to his knees. I stare at it in awe as a gasp escapes my mouth. It is immense, larger than I ever imagined possible, even in my most feverish dreams. I am fascinated by its size, captivated with its beauty, astonished by the strength of the attraction I feel towards it.

Tentatively, I reach out and touch it. Even unaroused, my small hand can’t quite wrap itself all the way around its incredible girth. My eyes find his as I lick my lips hungrily, and I whisper, Oh my God!

He nods his head once, granting his permission for me to proceed. I lean forward and begin planting soft, loving kisses all over his magnificent black cock, starting at the head and working my way down to his impressively gargantuan balls, so large that each would dwarf my erect penis were it still capable of achieving such a condition.

Slowly he grows hard, and I pause to stroke his cock as I greedily stare at the gift he is offering me. I swallow, already imagining what he will taste like. He emits a strong, musky aroma that excites me, causing my heart to pound even harder than it already was and my trembling to increase. I know the trembling feeling is only my imagination, brought on by nerves and by the adrenalin rush I am experiencing, thinking about what I am about to be privileged to do.

I lick his shaft, hesitantly at first, and then with more confidence, flicking my tongue over the sensitive underside of his cock, just below the head. I am amazed by the fullness of it as my tongue caresses his thick rod, gliding over the ridges formed by the network of protruding veins that cover it. I lick his balls, work my way up to his crown and then make my way back down again, repeatedly, pausing to suck on his bulbous head and each of his balls in turn as I drag my tongue up and down his royal scepter.

I poke my hardened tongue into his urethra, savoring the taste of him, the feel of him, the pure grandeur of what he has shown me.

Soon he’s fully erect, his beautiful black cock standing proudly upright in front of me, glistening wetly with my saliva. I angle it towards my face and open my mouth, then move my head forward as I engulf him. He is so big that he stretches my mouth wide, and I can feel the hardness of him pushing against my lips as I take more of him in. I marvel at the unbelievable weight of his cock as it slides across my tongue, pressing down on it as I take him deeper and deeper.

I begin sucking, moving my head back and forth as I pleasure him, enjoying the feel of him and the sounds he makes, the gasps and exclamations. He calls me a bitch, a sissy, a faggot, lovingly uttering words that are music to my ears, naming me for what I am, and I revel in it, knowing he is right, as he always must be.

When I’m ready I move my head forward until the tip of his cock is pressing against my windpipe, and then I push hard, keeping up the pressure until I feel my throat blossom open. His crown forces its way into my larynx, and I stop for a moment, trying to control my excitement and concentrating on breathing through my nose.

I can’t at first, and I worry briefly that he’s too big, that this time, unlike with the dildos I practice with, I won’t be able to do it, but then it happens. My nostrils suddenly clear and I can breathe again. Elated, I push my head forward, enjoying his gasp of surprise as more and more of his monstrous cock enters my esophagus.

My lips press against his enormous balls, and I moan with pure delight, although touched with a hint of sadness as well, that I am prevented from swallowing any more of him.

His hands, which have been resting gently on my head, suddenly clutch my hair. He holds me in place as he pulls back and then thrusts forward with a hard, brutal lunge, fucking my mouth, slamming his rigid cock deep into my throat with each forward motion. I make a strangled glucking sound each time his cock enters it, gluck gluck gluck gluck gluck in a rapid fire of pure bliss, and my hands reach out to grab his hips, my fingers curling behind him to admire the flex of his strong buttocks as they rhythmically tense and relax in cadence with his motions.

He quickens his pace, and I feel his cock swell just before it begins spewing a torrent of hot, creamy cum into my stomach. It continues to erupt as he holds my head pressed to his body, my face planted against his solid abdomen. Slowly his cock grows softer, recedes, and as it clears my throat my mouth fills with his seed. Quickly I wrap my lips tightly around his shaft and swallow, not wanting to waste a single drop of his elixir, his nectar, his oh-so-sweet essence.

When he’s finished cumming I press my lips to his slimy shaft, soaked with his residue, laving it with my tongue, pursing my lips and sucking the viscous liquid into my mouth, using them to cleanse his balls, burying them in his thick, heavily matted pubic hair and sucking the sodden clumps into my mouth.

All this I do with pleasure, with ecstasy, slurping up his thick, creamy spunk until he’s restored to his immaculate, glorious natural state. It has a pungent, acrid odor and taste with an oddly sweet undertone that leaves me yearning for more.

As I cater to his needs he hardens anew. I gaze up at him in wonder and he smiles down at me and finally speaks.

Get on the bed.

Quickly, eagerly, I rise and move to the waiting platform, the place where my true denouement will commence. Climbing on it, I position myself so that my knees are on the edge, spread wide apart, my calves hanging off. I lower my face to the mattress, turning my head to the side and resting it on my palms as he moves behind me. I arch my back, so my rear is angled upward slightly, my virgin asshole tingling with excitement as I offer it to him freely, knowing it’s his absolute right to take me however he wishes. My only purpose in life is to give myself to him unconditionally, his due payment for the pleasure he renders me. It is both a duty and a privilege, a contract between us that I enter into joyfully.

His hands move to the smooth, soft flesh of my butt cheeks, clutching them and spreading them apart, exposing my puckered anus peeking out from between them, my crack kept freshly waxed, pristine, waiting just for him. I have no hair anywhere on my body except for my head. Men, like my Master, have hair, proof of their virility. I have none, just one more distinction between us demonstrating his superiority over me.

I moan deliriously at the heat of his touch, and again as I feel his saliva land on my asshole. I beg him to fuck me, tell him how much I need to feel his cock inside me, implore him to hurry, made dizzy be the urgency of my desire, burning with my overwhelming need to please him, to give myself to him, to feel his cock inside me.

His cockhead presses against my anus, and I groan loudly as he pushes forward, increasing the pressure until, just as my throat had, my anal ring blossoms open and his massive crown slips inside me. I feel a sharp pain, as if my very bones are being separated, and I gasp, tears appearing in the corners of my eyes as I feel the immensity of him inside me for the first time. I thrust my body back towards him, welcoming the pain, offering it up as a sign of the lust I feel for him as he pushes harder.

His head clears my ring, and the pain lessens slightly as it clamps down around his shaft, gripping it tightly as electric shocks of pleasure and excitement course through my body. He begins pumping his hips, driving his cock inexorably deeper into my rectum with each new thrust, claiming his territory as he would on a field of battle.

Although it is not really a battle. I ceded myself to him from the onset, before that even, giving myself over to the very idea of him prior to our first encounter.

Slowly, ever so slowly, frustratingly slowly, his huge cock is driven further into my body, spreading and filling my colon as I clutch the sheets with my hands, whimpering and moaning loudly as his mighty staff splits me in two.

I’m pleading with him to hurry, telling him that I can’t wait for him to fuck me, to fuck me hard, to do whatever he wants with me. He laughs and slaps my butt cheek with a powerful hand.

I squeal, half in pain and half in delight, because I know that I am his, fully and totally, to use as he pleases until he’s sated, and I know that he knows it as well, and we both know that it is exactly how I want it, as it should be. He is my Master, and I his willing and obedient servant.

I feel his cock stretching me as it advances, now pushing through my inner ring, a spot lesser men cannot even reach. I move my hands to my butt cheeks and spread them apart to make it easier for him, desperate to hasten his progress, to allow him to drive his cock deeper into me, so he can begin to truly fuck me.

I feel the heavy weight of his balls slap my much tinier ones, or at least the spot where they used to exist before I’d had them removed. I sometimes forget they aren’t there anymore, which I suppose only proves how useless they were when they’d still been a part of me.

My lover is now so deep that the head of his cock presses against my stomach from within. Enthralled, I reach down to touch the spot, feeling his crown resting below the surface of my skin, marveling that I have taken so much of him inside me. I am impaled on his long, dark spear, helpless prey taken by him, brought down by his power, his might, his domination. He owns me totally. I am but a thing, a mere possession of his, something trivial to be used and then tossed aside afterward, thoughtlessly discarded with the rest of the day’s detritus.

The thought thrills me, and my own cock, such a useless little appendage compared to his, spasms. A small spurt of watery cum leaks from it as he pulls back and then slams his hips forward.

Soon he is fucking me with strong, steady, deep strokes, the sharp slapping sound of our bodies meeting competing with my moans and high-pitched cries of pleasure, my vocalizations expressive of my thanks and gratitude, bursting forth from my lips each time his hard hips slam into my soft butt cheeks.

His movements quicken, and then, with one final forward thrust, he plants his groin against my smooth bottom and his strong hands hold my hips in place as his cock empties itself deep within my colon, baptizing it with a powerful blast of cum, his body gently rocking back and forth in time with his ejaculations. It seems to go on forever, and with each fresh gush of liquid I feel coursing inside me my mind seems to shatter, my elation at pleasing him, of being allowed to provide him with some small measure of satisfaction, so intense, so overwhelming, that I feel as if I’m cumming myself.

All too soon he withdraws, leaving me collapsed spread eagle on the bed, gasping and spent, his precious seed oozing out of my anus as I try to regain my composure. I ask if I can taste him one last time, if he would grant me one more opportunity to please him, to do service in his honor. He assents graciously, standing beside the bed proudly, he the conqueror and I the vanquished, his gaze upon me disdainful as I once again submit to him, kneeling before him in abject homage, in acknowledgement of his inherent superiority.

He takes his cock in his hand and wipes it on my face, smearing his cum over my forehead, my cheeks, my lips, marking me as his, anointing me. I open my mouth worshipfully, letting my tongue hang out like a dogs as I await his blessing, and he slips his cock between my lips. I shiver with pleasure as his cock fills my mouth once again, then suck him lustily, hoping for a few last drops of his sweetness, flicking his shaft with my tongue for one final taste of him. Again, I clean him, slowly, carefully, savoring the opportunity he has given me, until at last he pushes my head away.

When he walks away I cry, forlorn, bereft, as he leaves me so that he might cleanse himself. I get dressed, stepping into my panties and sliding them up my cum splattered legs and thighs. They fill with his spunk, turning into a sodden mass as the jism still seeping from my asshole quickly soaks through them. I welcome the feeling as a marvelous reminder of my first time with a real man, a black man. I want to wear them forever, to never take them off, so that I might always remember this moment.

I slip on my stockings, step into my shoes, refasten my bra, and finally put my dress back on, doing it all slowly, wanting to remain for as long as possible in his realm, but knowing I must be gone before he returns. I notice the spot where his spunk has streamed from my asshole to form a pool on the sheets, and I quickly bend down and lick it up, savoring this last taste of him.

As I exit his apartment and reenter society, I leave his cum on my face and lips, so I can relish his aftertaste for as long as possible, and so others may see the mark he has left on me and know that, at least briefly, one such as he had found me worthy of notice. For me it is not a walk of shame, but one of pride, of honor, of privilege. I hold my head high and smile happily at the people who stare at me as they pass by, especially the black men. As I do, I wonder which of them will take me next, will allow me to kneel naked before them, offering up the only things I have to give.

My body, and my love.

THE END

YES, DADDY

I moan loudly, with pleasure, as I cry out, Yes daddy, yes! Fuck me harder!

Daddy doesn’t answer as he drives his big black cock deeper into my rectum with a powerful thrust of his hips while I gasp and moan again.

Please daddy, more!

My hands scrabble at the blankets, grasping them in my fists as daddy begins pumping his hips harder and faster, driving his cock in and out of my eager body. Soon the sounds of the bedsprings creaking and the headboard rhythmically banging against the wall fill the room, mingling with the sound of his hard hips slamming into my soft buttocks and my increasingly urgent cries of passion, until daddy grunts loudly as his cock begins filling my colon with his seed. My own much smaller one spurts as a sissy orgasm overtakes me.

Daddy collapses on my back, his sweaty torso pressing me down into the mattress. I take a moment to savor the way his muscular body feels against mine, his weight trapping me, holding me in place. I love how wet and sticky our sweaty, naked bodies feel where our skin touches. I can feel daddy’s cum trickling out of my asshole and I sigh with pleasure.

Oh, God daddy, that was so good! I love you so much!

Daddy rolls off me.

I know you do. Clean me up, baby.

I kneel beside him to lick and suck his cock and pubes until the cum is gone, then go into the bathroom to wipe myself before brushing my teeth and gargling.

Daddy is under the covers when I return, so I climb in next to him and kiss his rock-hard shoulder before snuggling close to his body. I wonder briefly what it would be like to have a body like his, massive and strong, instead of my own much more diminutive one. I will never know. I could spend the rest of my life in a gym without ever achieving the level of fitness that he lays claim to.

I don’t care, really. Daddy likes my body just like it is, small and soft. He says my skin is just like a real girl’s when he caresses it, and whenever he does that all I care about is pleasing him.

My hand moves to his cock, and I gently stroke it, not to get it hard again, although I wouldn’t mind, but just in appreciation. I am fascinated by daddy’s cock. Ever since the first time we fucked, which had been my first time ever, I’ve found myself unable to keep my hands off it. I am amazed by its size, its weight. By how good it feels in my hands, or my mouth, or my ass.

Will you tell me a story before we go to sleep, daddy?

What do you want to hear?

Tell me about the train, daddy.

Again?

Please, daddy.

All right. Well, in prison the whites and the blacks don’t mingle much, but some of the white boys, ones like you, seek out the black men. And do you know why they do that?

Because of their big black cocks, daddy!

That’s right. They just love our big black cocks. And if they’re cute enough, sometimes we let them pull a train. We take them somewhere private and strip them, and then we take our clothes off, and we line up behind them and take turns fucking their tight little white asses.

Do you let them suck your cocks, daddy?

Oh, sure. The black men like to move back and forth between the white boy’s ass and mouth, so he has a big black cock in each at the same time.

How many men fuck them, daddy?

Oh, it might be three or four, or it might be a dozen or even more. It just depends.

Do the white boys like it?

They love it. They beg us to fuck them harder, and when it’s all over and they’re lying there with cum covering their faces and more running out of their asses they thank us and ask us if we’ll fuck them again sometime. They’ll do anything for us.

Giggling, I said, That almost makes me want to go to prison, daddy.

Never you mind about prison. It’s not a place a good little sissy like you should want to go. I’ll give you all the big black cock you need.

"I know,