Fem Black Uber driver stranded with Japanese tourists

Bubble Butt Black Uber Driver vs Two Japanese Tourist In NYC.

 Hi my name is Javier, at the time I was 28 years young, Standing 5’7, weighing 230 pounds. I gave up the painstaking task of attempting to get my weight down to my dancing days of 165. When I mean not dancing I am not talking about stripping. My olive complexation with waist long hair Persian hair came from my Mother. She arrived in America in the 1980s as a 16 year from Iran. And for six years my mother pursued her passion becoming one of the rising stars in classic theater productions. My mother was an Iranian ballerina.

I saw pictures of my mother when she was young she was breath taking standing all of 5’4 weighing probably barely 110 pounds. My mother’s body had been sculptured since birth, seeing her mother and grandmother were artist, dancers and musicians. But during the 1980s Iran military leader was toppled and Muslim clerics took control and a purge was going on all through her country.

 When she was in her early 20s and for six years my mom was a featured dancer in productions from New York, Washington D.C and even in Los Angeles. Together we use to get lost in the countless faded photos of long forgotten parties and the expensive gowns she wore.

She had to be expose to wealthy men looking to bed a beauty ballerina. Nonetheless in the end my mother, the 23 year old toast of Philadelphian Theater patrons. This wonderfully quite Persian reared woman feel hopeless in love with a muscular 26 year old dark skinned Dominican writer/ Key grip and part time coke dealer-it was the 80s everyone sold or used powder cocaine .

The powers at be attempted to keep their perceived prize possession in check. They fired my father for some drummed up offense. Their plans back fired, forcing the wouldbe lovers even closer. My father always chalks it up to having “good dick”. Nine months later their only child was born.

They only had one child together and my mother want her child whether boy or girl to take up ballet. Being a moderately fem looking half Dominican and half Persian boy growing up in Philadelphia, doing ballet no less lead to a lot of hate.

I rebelled by doing ballet and playing soccer-which is what my father enjoyed. I was really good at both. The conditioning required to do either had my bubble butt perfectly rounded as a 17 year old. I got my father’s complexation a dark chestnut brown, his thin Latin lips. From my mother I got dam near perfect bone structure, long black hair and green eyes. In some light I am easily mistaken for female. When I danced I never achieved the success my mother had. By 2008 I was 20 going on 21 sleeping on people’s coach in New York, bartending and sleeping with assholes all while chasing the dream- for me was being on Broadway.

At that time New York and I mean Manhattan seeing a transgender person wasn’t that big of a deal. In Philly you see a Latin or Black crossdresser 9-10 they were turning tricks. While I see white transgender men in NYC going to 9-5 jobs. I wanted to be part of that culture. I’m not a whore and I’m only a slut if I chose to be.

Anyway by 2009, I begun having problems with my feet and I could no longer dance without being in serve pain. I had to abandon my life in NYC and return to my place of birth in Philly. My mom and Dad marriage lasted a remarkable 15 years. Ending when my father was killed when a truck hit a patch of ice and slammed into a building and a chuck of ice fell and impaled my dad on the sidewalk as he walked to catch the train.

I had just return home and that shook me to the core. I must have picked up 65 pounds in less than five months. I went from 5’7 165 to 5’7 230 pounds of smooth almond colored flesh. My waist went from 30 to 38inches and my hips tripled in size. We received a settlement and paid off all my parents and my bills. Sadly to say my mother past in her sleep, four months later on my father’s birthday.

I was left alone in the city in which I born and raised but no longer felt a part of. I sold my family home lock, stock and barrel. Relocating myself back to NYC, 19 months after my Exodus. I relocated to the hipster Brooklyn. I knew I couldn’t dance anymore and I really needed a change, so I looked into being an Uber driver.

I figured out that buying a small car and working NYC’s times square would be a great way to not only be my own boss but meet interesting people. I started in early fall and I was just getting the hang of my morning routine of doing 100 situps and 200 deep knee bends before work. Even though I wasn’t sexual active I was longing to be touched.

My first homosexual experience happened when I was 12 when a bigger – I think he was 15- trick me into putting his smell cock in my mouth. I didn’t suck on it, I just kind of put it in my mouth and quickly spit it out. Nonetheless it was over for me as a macho dude after that.

I survived high school by going unnoticed, only to want to be noticed when I danced. After graduation spurring college to head to New York city, at the young age of 18 I had to do things just to survive. There are plenty 40-70 sugar daddies looking for twinks to set up in apartments they control in order to be private fuck dolls. I meet runaways doing 3-4 guys a weekend while their Sugar Daddy watched. I didn’t go that route, but I did sleep with a few guys just to have a place to stay. I probably would have never be exposed to marijuana if I hadn’t met this cute Puerto Rican guy I stayed with for 3 weeks. When he bought 3 friends home in order to rent me out, I safely manage to exit the apartment when I told the rapists I would go get a pack of blunts.

The second time I was tricked into sex was my second night in New York City. I met a comic I confused him with a big star because that’s who he said he was. I allowed myself to drink too much and I awoke to find my knees pinned behind my ears as he rams me in the shitter of the world famous Comedy Cellar.

Like I sad earlier I may have put on some weight, but I manage to stack it all in the places. My daily routine of sit-ups have my abs looking better, I’m not sloppy fat hanging over my underwear. No Javier, has a small Buda belly, but I have child bearing fat with the roundness of soccer ball shaped ass cheeks.

 Wearing tight jeans I have had so called straight men want to speak with me, until they get close and see I’m trans. Most smile nervously and keep walking. I like to stand naked in the morning looking at myself in my living room mirror. I admire my 34-36-38 frame each morning before I leave for work. Some morning I must use 100% will power not to go knock on the cute Eastern European male in apartment 8 F just to see if he want some. He’s always starring, but he’s shy and doesn’t speak a bit of English. 

It was a late November and NYC was already under a winter weather warning. I went down to Times Square and business was good. The cold wind and mix of sleet, snow and rain had nearly every tourist looking for cartage. It was my second fare, two Japanese men one in his late 20s the other I guess 40. Both where thin, dressed in business suits and very friendly. When they entered the vehicle the older man name HITO gave me directions in broken English.

“We need airport, please?” The young Japanese man named YURKO spoke nearly perfect English and he said. “ Hi, we need to get to JFK.” Our eyes caught each other in my rear view mirror. His smile was inviting, I don’t know if Yurko was flirting. We made small talk, I found out they were Chefs on their way from London back to Tokyo. His boss HITO had never spent the night in Manhattan so they stayed two nights taking in Broadway shows and eating in 5 star restaurants. 

 Traffic was a mess, with each passing minute the wintery weather had all travel in a strangle hold. We had been traveling for 25 minutes and we had gotten all of 10 miles and we need to travel another 34 miles to reach JFK.

I knew that in this weather all flights would be canceled but a fare is a fare. The announcer on Sirius traffic relayed that all flights were canceled. Then must have gotten a text signaling them the same when both of my passengers begun speaking in hushed Japanese. This went on for a few minutes with them checking their phones and speaking among themselves.The younger man Yurko broke into English when he asked me. “We have a problem, our flight has been grounded and our hotel has no rooms to rent.” Yurko sighs my employer Mr Hito would like to know do you know any, how do you say all gentleman bars?”

Hah I thought they wanted to go to a titty bar in the middle of a blizzard. I knew a few back in the other direction. The snow was coming down fast and heavy with those big wet flakes of snow. I wasn’t up for slugging my way back to Manhattan then back home, when I was closer to my house than any titty bar. I didn’t want to be stranded in my car all night. I counted with another form of entertainment. 

“The weather is too bad. I know a cozy B&B were you guys can unwind. It’s safe and reasonable on the senses.” Yurko talks it over employer Hito after a few exchanges Yurko ask.” Will there be a chance to see naked women?”

I smiled as my eyes lock with Yurko. “We will see what can be arranged.” It took another 34 minutes to get to the lot where I store my car/Uber across the street from my apartment building. I advised my Japanese wards to take their luggage with them. This is New York, people steal like it was the nation past time.

The winter winds were howling up to spends of 50 miles an hour and walking was like being on a distant planet far removed from our native sun. But we made it inside my apartment building. This was the New York tourist never see, tenement flats of immigrants, collection of various smells, louds of Russian tv mingle with, dogs growling behind closed doors, the echoes of African American Rap, the yelling of an Arminian dad, Spanish Soap Operas and Caribbean beats.

I live on the 8 floor and we entered my modest one bedroom apartment and closed the door. The men spoke among themselves I could see Hito was a bit upset. Yurko ask, “Will we here long? There are no naked women here or bar here said my employer?”

I shimmy out of my snow suit and take off my hat allowing my shoulder length hair to fall across my face. Like I said in the right light, I look very, very FEM. My tight jeans and loose sweater cause a twinkle in both our there eyes. I replied, “Gentlemen we are stuck in the middle of a blizzard. No titty bars will be open. You are welcome to stay in my home. The kitchen is there, I will show you the bar.”

I walk pass them doing my best to allow the fat of my booty to jiggle as I move over to the cabinet near the refrigerator and pull out a full bottle of tequila, a half of bottle of cognac and I pull a bottle of unopened wine from my fridge. I put everything on the table with three glasses. I march over to my 55 inch flat screen and turn it on handing Hito the remote. I inform my house quest. “There is a half of bath with toliet next to that closet door. Your price of admission is dinner. I have fresh veggies, some frozen shrimp and various pasta. Whip up dinner and you are paid in fully.” Yurko translates to his boss who’s a bit snippy. Nonetheless he huffs as he bows his head yes. I whisper to Yurko. “Is he going to be alright?” 

Yurko whisper back. “He meet a stripper last night and she befriended him. And it only cost him 1000 dollars for her to like his winning personality.” Hito was standing in front of my DVD collection and at that time I had 7 spindles of DVDS each spindles had 100 dvds on the rack. I didn’t think twice before I entered my bedroom heading to my private bath.

I felt kind of slutty and here was the perfect chance to do something I had been dreaming about. Fucking one of my Uber passengers and here two dropped right into my shaven lap. 

All bottoms knows one should keep two unopened enemas in their bathroom at all times. I spent the next 28 minutes getting myself ready. Perfecting the genuine feminine illusion for my out of town quest.

I chose my outfit carefully, after oiling up my soft mostly hairless body with my home made mixture of olive oil, coconut oil and coco butter. I picked out a pair of white thigh high leg warmers, a red New York Red wings jersey, a skimpy pink thong and my favorite pair of daisy dukes cut off jeans. I have tiny dancers feet, I only wear a size 9. And over the last year I learned how to wear come fuck me pumps. But I past of them tonight. After dressing for the job I wanted-party slut, I put on red lipstick, some perfume and revealed perfection.

In the 30 minutes I have been gone Yurko and Hito have made themselves right at home. They had taken off their shoes, shirts and cares of leaving. Hito was standing at the stove with a drink of tequila in his hand. While Yurko chopped up fresh veggies. The room smelled like a fancy restaurant. No one notice me at first as I went to my DVD collection. But when Yurko saw me he said something to Hito who quickly turned his head.

All I could hears was muttering in Japanese. I knew I had the prefect DVD for the moment. I stood with my back to both men so they could get a great look at my glimmer brown ass cheeks poking out from under my too tight cut off shorts. Both men were speechless as I looked for the ice breaker and I took my time finding it. I did that booty shake strippers do when, they just let their ass cheeks shake like jello. Japanese TV FUCK DOLLS was the English title, found it. 

I muted the volume on my tv, lowered my living room lights, turned on some Latin jazz on Sirus xm and pulled out my bong. There were so many things going on at one time I thought Hito’s brain would go POP. His eyes locked on to the hardcore sucking and fucking in HD. I bushed against Yurko groin as I entered my kitchen holding my bong. I ask in general. “Anyone see anything they like?’

Hito looked at me and grinned like a school boy who just laid the prefect silent fart. I fired up the bong as Hito moved in first, his short hands were rough and I could see them roaming all across my wonderfully exposed ass flesh. As I inhaled I could feel Hito behind me grinding me hard.

 I manage to pull away, as I told Yurko. “You two need to go shower. I left towels in the bathroom, through that door.” Yurko told Hito and his hesitated for a brief second before doing as I ask. Hito exited the shower first. He was like a kid in the candy store, grabbing at everything I had to offer. He wasn’t a guy I wanted to kiss so when he moved I moved my face, but grab him close and pushed him down to his knees.

Hito kissed his way down my smooth vanilla body wash scented stomach. He unzipped my cut off shorts and I shimmy them off so I was standing in my Red jersey, pink thong and white thigh high leggings.

 I opened up my thighs freeing my 8 inch almond colored clit, smacking Hito in his mouth. I must admit I don’t what kind of Chef Hito would. But as a cocksucker he was rough and didn’t take direction well. I give him 2 ½ stars.

Yurko moves in behind me, I could feel his wet thighs against mine, I use my right hand to gently guide Hito’s head back and forth. As I fill his middle age Japanese mouth with hot New York by the way of Philly dick! I turn my head so I can give Yurko a kiss, his teeth were straight and Whitter than Hito’s. Whose crooked yellow teeth frankly frighten me.

I pulls my cock out of Hito’s mouth so I can turn towards Yurko. I put my hands over his shoulders. Our embrace draws lips to lips, penis to penis, I could feel Hito’s lips all over my phat brown ass and that driving me wild. I gently push Yurko down the same route Hito had taken.

It’s wasn’t long before I had my cock in Yurko mouth and he gave head like a guy like head. Slow, sloppy and teeth free. Hito’s rough hands pawed and pried at my fleshy booty checks. I need to give him a condom but Yurko had my thoughts in seventh heaven with his head game. I was prepared give these tourist a time to remember but they were giving it to me.

Hito stood up and at his height, he was able to shove his short, stubby hair Japanese cock up my pretty half Dominican and Iran man pussi. I could not help but grab Yurko’s face and ride him. With every thrust from Hito, I would face fuck Yurko. Hito was grunting and muttering in Japanese, I could feel the sweat off his thighs as he did his best to give me a good fucking.

But I have had a 10 inch and one 12 ½ monster cocks in my time. It was this big dick Jamaican kid I meet when I was 21 and he was 19, his 12 ½ inch ebony black pole nearly wrecked my rectum. At barely 5 inches Hito wasn’t even hitting my prostate. But the feel of a man behind me fucking me and another man sucking me off while I’m in a pink thong and white thigh high legging was totally turning me out with desire.

I broke away from each men so I position myself over my sofa. My freshly fucked pussi in the air ready for a pounding. Yurko took his turn and I could feel he had at least 7 inches of hard Japanese cock. He didn’t wait he just shove it where Hito and let out. Hito’s tiny samurai was surround by a mound of matted hair.

I couldn’t find it as he tried to face fuck me. Yurko hit my prostate and my hips respond with a rocking motion designed to break his dick off. I was moaning” Yes, yes that’s it. Don’t you dare stop! Fuck that pussi, fuck it!” Hito spits in his hand and begins jerking himself off. In under 30 seconds hot globs of middle age cum drip to my floor. As Yurko pulls out and shoots hot chum ass over my quivering brown greedy asshole. 

I wasn’t finished with Yurko, he sat on my sofa trying to catch his breath, but his dick was still rock hard. I sat on it reverse cowgirl style so Hito could crawl between my legs. I guided Hito how to properly suck a dick, while I rocked back and forth on Yurko Japanese steel. The sweat from our bodies was mingling on my skin and I was loving it.

It took 12 hours for storm to past and 5 hours for city to get back to normal. My house quest slept in my bed and when I took them to the airport Hito had Yurko tip me 1000 dollars. Yurko and I are still twitter friends, Hito went through a disgraceful divorce after returning from Thailand with a dose of the clap. I fucked two Japanese guys during a Super Storm and it was less filling but taste great!