“you really went and got a mail order bride, are you crazy? what if she’s a psycho or just using you to get into the country? that’s a big risk you’re taking,” exclaimed geoff.
“don’t worry i found a website where you can talk to the ladies, it’s a pretty deep vetting process. for months i’ve been talking to her, i felt like she was my only option as she was basically blacklisted for dating here,” Allen explained.
“well, if you had some kind of self-control and weren’t in the closet… that might not have happened.”
“I’m not in any closet. Those were all lies!”
“dude… I watched most of the test; you know how fast it is.”
“don’t screw this up for me.”
the next day, her plane arrived at night, allen had prepared to take her to dinner and discuss plans. he had only seen photos and the occasional video call, she left the terminal, she saw what a Nubian queen, her jungle fever broke out, those hips, that bust, those lips, that curly hair bouncing slightly on her shoulders.
“You must be Allen,” he said with a slightly thick African accent.”
“wow”.
“Do you like what you see?”
“I didn’t think you were so tall, che’nala… the photos don’t do you justice, how beautiful.”
“oh please, I’m only two inches shorter than you,” he laughed. “So, where are we going to eat?”
“this Italian place downtown, very good food.”
“I can’t wait, it will give us time to discuss some important things.”
at the spaghetti factory, they eat and chat.
“what did you want to talk about chi-chi?” allen asked.
“the only thing I didn’t tell you, I didn’t want you to think I was using you, I really love you, really.”
“good…”
“promise me you won’t be mad? the company has a strenuous process to ensure our safety and freedom… women like me are treated with extreme prejudice and it’s very difficult for us. it was a miracle that I became Who am I today and a greater miracle a man like you loves me.”
“we’ve been talking for a long time, I think I can trust you.”
“great, not many men like you come to the website. there is one thing we must do to consummate our future marriage, you must prove your prowess in bed, I need a strong lover, one who can handle me.”
“There’s only one way to find out. I’ll show you tonight.”
She set the mood, he lay naked as she kissed him, her skin contrasting with his, dark, almost glowing in the candlelight. she slowly undresses, turning her side profile to him; her butt protrudes to her chest, her eyes are glimpsed, a small bulge near her hips grows slightly.
“is… is that…?”
“don’t be shy, you know what I am…why else would you have been on a site for trans women?”
“I never thought I’d marry a transgender woman as beautiful as you,” he approached her.
“a strong man is strong in b-oh.”
He took his cock into his mouth, feeling it grow deep in his throat, taking his moans for good work. backing up, stroking her, sucking on the head alone, her knees beginning to give out. grabbing her hips, turning her onto her bed, laying on top of her, fully erect in her mouth taking long strokes, opening her throat giving her little chance to breathe. he works her cock expertly, slurping it, sliding two fingers inside her.
“You’re going to make me cum,” she said full of him.
“you must take me, a real man can do it”, she caressed herself.
“I always wondered. Be nice.”
He leaned down and felt his swollen head enter. trying to stay relaxed, all inside with a shared sigh. the long slow strokes of him, lube on his cock, he moans as he rubs his g-spot. It wasn’t long before the feeling of a bowel movement subsided until he approached his first anal orgasm. his balls hit hers gently as he sped up a bit. the allen hole keeps tightening it by itself.
“I’m so glad you can take me,” she moaned, digging her nails into his ass.
“I want to see your face,” he panted, turning away.
She pushes back into his waiting hole, base deep, a brief kiss, caressing it with her hand. che’nala leans forward, harder and faster, her tits dance, her eyes meet, before they met, hard.
“You’ll be a good husband,” she whispered.