Sex stories

Hey, it’s Angie — the thick trans girl from 972, Martinique, passing through Paris. I’m gonna tell you about this hookup I had with a fine Arab guy.

It was a Sunday night around 8 PM. I had just come out of Jules Joffrin metro, right across from the 18th district town hall, heading back to my parents’ apartment. They weren’t around during my stay, so I could really enjoy myself and bring people over.

As I’m walking up Rue Hermel, I cross paths with this fine Arab dude — slim, stylish, wearing a tracksuit, and you could clearly see a massive bulge. The package looked huge through the fabric. He noticed me staring right at his crotch.

When he gets to me, he hands me a flyer and says,
“Good evening miss, can we talk for a moment?”

I say sure. He starts talking politics. I tell him unfortunately I don’t vote here, I vote back in Martinique since I’m just visiting… but I’d gladly let him fill my ballot box.

He smiles and says I’ve got nerve, because his “ballot” is way above normal size and I’m gonna get wrecked.

I tell him straight up: I’m a transgender woman, a big greedy slut who can take it.

So I bring him back to the apartment. Barely inside the door, he grabs me and kisses me hard. We start stripping right there in the entryway, kick off our shoes, then walk down the hallway into the living room and crash onto this big corner couch.

He sits there like a king.
I drop to my knees on the carpet in front of him, his legs spread, my tits out, tying my hair back so I can get to work.

I start teasing that big shape through his sweatpants. It felt like the thing was so tight in there it could burst out any second. Me playing with his dick through the fabric gets him even more turned on — the way he’s moaning proves it.

Then he stands up and drops the tracksuit pants. And there it is: a long, thick cock standing proud right in front of me.

He says:
“Little slut, I’m gonna wreck your mouth and your ass. You said you’re a big slut — tonight you’ll be my bitch, you’ll see who your master is.”

Those words had me instantly turned on. I was completely under him. I could barely get just the tip in my mouth, it was that big. I don’t even know how I managed deep throat — the thing had to be around 25 cm, thick as hell.

Every time he pushed deeper, he was moaning louder:
“Yeah baby… that’s it… you do that real good.”

Meanwhile I was almost crying every time those 25 centimeters went down my throat.

Then suddenly he pulls out of my mouth and says:

“Turn around. Give me that big ass, bitch.”

So I turn around, ass arched up. He eats my ass first, getting it nice and wet with spit. Then he stands up, lines his dick up on my hole, slides one hand over my mouth to shut me up — and in one brutal thrust he pushes all the way inside.

It knocked the breath out of me. His hand muffled my scream. I collapsed to the floor with him on top of me. Tears were running down my face.

He whispers in my ear:
“You’re mine… and I’m sure you’ll never forget me.”

We stayed still like that for a few minutes, letting the feeling settle… then he started moving again, slow at first, then faster and harder.

He fucked me all night.

He filled me up with his warm cum to the last drop.

In the morning we took a shower together. Under the water he gave me one last round. We dried each other off, kissed — on the mouth, on the neck. I made breakfast, we talked politics again, exchanged numbers, and promised we’d see each other again before I went back to the islands.

And we did.

I still can’t stop thinking about him.