I thought you said you Weren’t Gay

Temmuz 11, 2021 0 Yazar: admin

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Ariana Marie

I thought you said you Weren’t GayI get a lot of questions from men that I meet. Not all of them want to have sex with me; some just are curious about what I’m all about.A lot of people who know me know that I am an extremely feminized male who became a Queen when I went to prison due to alcohol related offenses. I always say that I became a woman in prison – and that is true. But I guess it would be more accurate to say that it took prison to bring the woman that has always been inside of me out. Had I not gone to prison I might have continued to repress my female self and ended up like a lot of wannabe women who dream about expressing their femininity, but who either never do or who do so in a very limited manner, thus enduring a lot of frustration.I’ve talked before about how when I was 13 and beginning to masturbate several times a day, I rummaged through my Mom’s dresser and felt of her nylon hose and panties. Before I knew it I had some of her red lipstick, the panties and hose on and was standing in front of her full length mirror in her high heels. I was astonished when I saw myself transformed from a skinny, slightly built adolescent boy, into a pretty, hot looking woman. I jerked off and after that began wearing her heels and lipstick when she was at work. In those days I tried to rationalize that I wasn’t gay because I always jerked off to the pics of sexy nude women. It was only later that I came to realize that I was actually identifying with the women in the sex magazines.When I was 18 I joined the navy and was stationed in the Philippines. I began hanging out in the bars there, especially the “Blowjob Bars”. These were basically brothels where you could go and get a bareback blowjob for about 10 bucks in U.S. money. They had their prettiest girls on the floor – wearing nothing but high heels. If you wanted a blowjob you would give the money to the floor manager and the girl of your choice would be taken to you to the back of the bar by a bouncer. There was a long corridor lined on either side with stalls, kind of like the partitions in between urinals. And, like a stand up urinal, a man could face into a stall, take out his dick and, instead of pissing, a whore would suck him off. In the stall was a basic bench where the john could sit while the girl sucked his cock. If you wanted a cheaper blowjob you could take your chances at the glory holes, behind which were supposed to be women. You paid the floor manager, stuck your cock through the hole and would receive a blowjob. The rumor was that the very old, the very young, the ugly, and even men were on the other side. That’s where I met my wife, Marilisa. She was only 17 then and one of the most popular girls in the bar. She told me that some of the girls behind the glory holes were just k**s. Hey, that’s the Third World for ya, eh? Mari and I got married as soon as she turned 18 and I took her out of the bar.When I got out of the Navy Marilisa and I settled down and I got a job selling furniture. Mari and I had sex all the time, and I really convinced myself that the crossdressing thing when I was a teenager had been an anomoly. But sometimes when we were fucking, thoughts of being a woman in a man’s big arms bahis firmaları crept into my head. I saw the way men would look at Mari whenever we went out, and I began to get excited by the thought of her fucking another man.One night Mari and I went to a club. She was dressed really provocatively – at my encouragement – and we both had quite a lot to drink. Mari is a really good dancer, but I have no rythym at all, so when a guy asked her to dance I told her it was ok. The guy led her out onto the floor. He was a black dude, about 6′-3″. Mari’s only about 5′ tall, but she is built – beautiful legs and nice tits. Anyway, they were dancing and then they began to freak. She was rubbing her ass up against his groin, he was bending down to kiss on her tits. Everyone was watching and suddenly the black guy reached down and stripped off Mari’s panties, right there on the dance floor! He made a show of holding them up to his nose and inhaling them before stuffing them into his pocket. I was totally humiliated. When she got back to the table we got into a screaming match and I slapped her. Before I knew it the black guy she had danced with had me by the collar and was slapping the shit out of me. Then he threw me back with such force I hit the table and blacked out. When I woke up they told me that Mari had left with the black guy, Leon. I found out later That Leon had taken her to his crib and fucked her about 6 times before he kicked her ass out the next morning. She was hoping she could stay with him, so she was begging him to let her stay. Finally he got pissed off, grabbed her by the arm, walked her naked to the door, and threw her bare ass out on the landing outside his apartment and locked the door. My wife was completely naked because her clothes were still in his crib. After a few minutes the door opened and he threw her clothes out. That’s the night she got pregnant from him. After that whenever Leon wanted pussy from my wife he’d call the house and she’d drop everything and run over to his crib to suck his cock or fuck him and his patnahs. One night Leon had a bachelor party, and my Mari was the whore of 16 black men that night. Leon put her to dance nude in just high heels, and then have party sex with all of those men while he video taped the whole thing. Part of that tore me up, but another side – a very dark and wild side of me – was thrilled to hear the story, and even watch a copy of the video one night when Mari was out with Leon. My wife has a gorgeous body, nice jiggly tits, a big ass, beautiful legs, a face like an angel, and long, silky black hair. She looks a lot like the porn star Luci Thai. Anyway, Mari and I hadn’t been able to have k**s, but she got pregnant right away from Leon. And when she gave birth to his baby – a beautiful half black, half filipino boy – it just gave Leon an excuse to come over our house to see his son. And when he came over, he and Mari always somehow ended up in bed, leaving me to sit in the living room to listen to the sounds of them making love in our bed. Leon considered Deandre his son and even named him, even though my name was listed on the birth certificate as Deandre’s father. When Deandre was born it was obvious that kaçak iddaa he was african-american, so it was kind of embarrassing the way the hospital staff looked at me. But Mari wasn’t embarrassed at all; she told everyone that Deandre was her boyfriend’s baby. She told me that she was proud of it and that I should “get over it”.About 6 months after Deandre was born I got drunk and drove up on a curb, hitting an old lady. This was my 3rd offense and I was sentenced to 8 years in state prison.Well, my hidden dream finally came true because I got ****d when I went to jail for felony drunk driving. Mari couldn’t come up with the bail, so I was brought upstairs and incarcerated on Tier 3 North. I was 26 but looked more like 16 – slightly built – and obviously very frightened; basically a fish out of water. An old inmate told me that the blacks were going to **** me after evening chow. That’s when the guard locked the tier and went downstairs to help out in the booking office. The guards were supposed to do rounds every half hour, but the old man told me that once the tier was locked down at 6 pm, it would be very unlikely to see a guard until almost 11 pm. In between that time, he said, “all hell goes on up here.” He said that I should pc up because I was married and probably wouldn’t be convicted anyway. But another guy said if I pc’d up I could end up getting shanked later. “You’ll be ok,” he said. “Just stick with me and I’ll watch out for you.”Well that turned out to be exactly the wrong thing to do, because that guy was working for the blacks. As soon as the tier was locked at 6, he delivered me to my r****ts. They didn’t beat me up or anything, they told me they were going to knock all my teeth out and kill me if I didn’t do what they said. They made me strip naked and 2 of then grabbed my upper arms and walked me down to the shower room, which was adjacent to the dayroom. The dayroom was packed with screaming inmates. They were watching a basketball game on the tv. As soon as the blacks brought me into the dayroom everything got quiet – everyone knew what was about to go down. I was led into the shower by the 2 blacks, followed by 12 other black men. They drew the curtain and one of them turned up the tv. For the next 5 hours I was forced to suck cock and take over 15 cocks up my ass. Because I was cooperative they used grease, but the pain was agonizing anyway. While this was going on my wife was in our apartment, only a few blocks away, with no idea of what was happening to her husband as she watched tv.The next morning I was informed that I had been sold to a handsome, muscular black inmate named De Shawn, and that I had to request a cell change so that I could be in DeShawn’s cell. That’s when my true hell began. DeShawn was a very big guy – 250 lbs, 6′ -3”, dark black complexion, all muscles and prison tattoos. When I got to his cell he just glared at me until the guards left. When they were gone he told me to “get nekk**”. I took off all my clothes and he said, “Take my shorts down, sissy an suck my dick.” I did as I was told and gave him a blow job until he ejaculated in my mouth. The taste of cum made me gag and some of DeShawn’s slop spilled onto the floor. He kaçak bahis slapped the side of my head so hard I saw stars. “Don’ be wastin’ that shit, bitch!” he yelled, forcing my head to the floor. “Lick it up!” Frightened out of my wits I lapped the cum up off the filthy floor. When I was done DeShawn said, “You my sissy now. You a woman now – you name Jeannie from now on – you got that?”I nodded mutely and got another hard slap. “Bitch, you answer me when I aks you somethin! You name Jeannie now – got that?” “Yes”, I said. Boom, I got hit again. I began to cry, not understanding what I had done wrong. “Yes, Daddy!” he yelled at me. “You calls me Daddy!””Yes, Daddy,” I said. “My name is Jeannie.” I could feel my left eye swelling shut from where he hit me. The awful reality began to sink in; I had lost everything – I was a woman, a slave, owned by another man , just like a woman out on the streets. DeShawn handed me a xx size tank top t-shirt. “Dis what you wear from now on,” he said. “it fit you like a shot dress, want you to show off you arms and bare legs now that you a woman. He handed me a packet of cherry kool-aid. “Mix dis with a little water and cherry up you lips an cheeks. You need to look sexy cause you got to make me some money – startin right now.”So that’s how it all began for me. Two weeks later DeShawn told me after evening lockdown that I was gonna take a ride in the “Covered Wagon.” That’s when you strip complely nude and get on the bottom bunk facing away from the bars. Then you scooch up so that your bare buttocks are pressed up against the bars. At that point your thighs are tied tightly against the bars with strips of torn sheet so that you can’t move forward, but you can move enough to wiggle your buttocks. A towel is placed over the bars so that you’re hidden from view in case a guard makes rounds. Then you basically get gangfucked in the ass until lockdown – some 5 hours later. The reason I had to ride in the covered wagon was because Daddy said I wasn’t making enough money to pay down my debt to him. After about 5 men had me, I could feel the cum slopping out of my hole. DeShawn to a rag and wiped the cum off my ass. He did that after every 3 or 4 men. And if I wasn’t giving up enough wiggle DeShawn would touch my bare buttocks with the lighted end of a cigarette. “Shake back, bitch”, he’d yell. “Give the mayn some wiggle!” I was a complete whore now, I was no longer a man. Just a prison bitch – a woman.After a few weeks I was convicted and sentenced to 8 years in prison. at the prison intake I was given a complete medical exam. The doctor inserted a finger into my rectum and said: “I thought you said you weren’t gay.”I’m not,” I said. The doctor said that he knew I was lying because I had bruising around my rectum, and also anal warts. I hung my head in shame. He asked me if I had been ****d. I nodded my head. Then he asked me if I wanted protective custody. I told him that I didn’t, but what I didn’t tell him was that I had already been sold to an inmate in the prison and that it had all been set up. DeShawn had specifically told me that if I took PC I would be killed. So I told the doctor that I didn’t need PC. “Do you know what’s going to happen to you in there?” He asked. “Whatever they did to you in county jail was nothing to what’s gonna happen to you in here.’ I hung my head in shame and fear. I knew I was going to become a prostitute, a prison “woman”.

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