My Black Transsexual Goddess

I was feeling lonely and like I said, the money was burning a hole in my pocket, so I grabbed a copy of the Ottawa Sun newspaper and checked out the back pages. I came across a particularly interesting ad. A self-described "gorgeous Caribbean transsexual" was advertising her services. There was a website listed as well as a phone number. I checked out the website, and what I beheld amazed me. A pretty young Black woman with big tits, a curvy body, wide hips and a big round ass. Oh, and she also had a big Black dick and a nice set of balls. I feasted my eyes on the pictures of this gorgeous Black transsexual escort. It's been a while since I hooked up with a man, or a tranny for that matter. I've been playing the straight man's game since I met Nancy. I honestly thought that she and I were meant to be. Well, now I know better. And I wanted to get back to exploring my long-neglected bisexual side, thank you very much. That's why I called the gorgeous Caribbean transsexual escort known as Madame Atria and booked an in-call for that afternoon.

I went home, showered, brushed my teeth and cleaned my dick and ass thoroughly with soap and water. I put on some perfume, got dressed, grabbed some condoms and boarded the OC Transpo bus number nine leaving Vanier, where I live, for downtown Ottawa. Once at Rideau Shopping Center, I walked to the Byward Market area, stopped at an ATM to withdraw one hundred and sixty dollars, then called Madame Atria. She gave me the directions to her place, and I found myself standing in front of an old brownstone building. I called her again on my crappy FIDO Samsung Nexus phone and she answered, telling me to hit buzz six. I did, and she let me in. I walked up the stairs, almost bubbling with excitement. After months of eating pussy, sliding my dick into pussy and worshipping Black female booty, I was going back to my roots. I guess I missed the dick, y'all!

I went to the door of apartment six, and knocked. A few seconds later, someone showed up at the door.