The afternoon crowd is wilder. I’ve got three guys in the back booth—a real feast. I’m not just the waitress today; I’m the main course.
I start with the first one, dropping to my knees. I take his cock deep, my throat stretching to accommodate him, swirling my tongue around the head until he’s shaking. I love the taste of them—pre-cum like a salty appetizer before the main event.
Once he’s primed, I move to the second. I slide onto him, my sweet hole soaking wet, riding him with a frantic energy. I can feel the other two watching, their hard-ons twitching. I’m a whirlwind of skin and sweat, my tits swinging as I bounce on his lap.
When he hits his limit, he fills me up. A heavy, rich cream-filling that coats my insides, warm and viscous. I don’t even let it settle before I slide off and move to the third guy.
I’m already dripping with the first guy’s load, but there’s always room for seconds. I lay back across the booth, legs spread wide, inviting the third one in. He dives in, his cock sliding through the existing cream, mixing the loads into a frothy, white slurry. He fucks me hard, his balls slapping against my ass, driving that mixture deeper and deeper.
When he finally blows, it’s a flood. A double-serving of thick, pearlescent cum that fills me to the brim. I feel like a human sundae, overflowing with hot, sticky sweetness.
The afternoon crowd is wild. I’ve got three guys in the back booth—a real feast. I’m not just the waitress today; I’m the main course.
I start with the first one, dropping to my knees. I take his cock deep, my throat stretching to accommodate him, swirling my tongue around the head until he’s shaking. I love the taste of them—pre-cum like a salty appetizer before the main event.
Once he’s primed, I move to the second. I slide onto him, my sweet hole soaking wet, riding him with a frantic energy. I can feel the other two watching, their hard-ons twitching. I’m a whirlwind of skin and sweat, my tits swinging as I bounce on his lap.
When he hits his limit, he fills me up. A heavy, rich cream-filling that coats my insides, warm and viscous. I don’t even let it settle before I slide off and move to the third guy.
I’m already dripping with the first guy’s load, but there’s always room for seconds. I lay back across the booth, legs spread wide, inviting the third one in. He dives in, his cock sliding through the existing cream, mixing the loads into a frothy, white slurry. He fucks me hard, his balls slapping against my ass, driving that mixture deeper and deeper.
When he finally blows, it’s a flood. A double-serving of thick, pearlescent cum that fills me to the brim. I feel like a human sundae, overflowing with hot, sticky sweetness.
Another night under the buzzing neon of the I-95 stop. My makeup is cakey, my wig is itching, and my heels are killing me, but that’s the price of being a lot lizard. I’m just a piece of meat in a cheap dress, waiting for some grease-stained trucker to decide I’m worth twenty bucks.
Tonight’s winner was a behemoth named Big Sal. He didn’t even say hello; he just grabbed my arm, bruising the skin, and shoved me into the cramped, smelling cab of his Peterbilt.
“Open up, you freak,” he spat, his breath smelling like stale tobacco and diesel. He didn’t care about my name or my “transition.” To him, I was just a hole with a surprise. He called me a “degenerate” and a “waste of skin” while he ripped my panties aside.
He didn’t waste time with foreplay. He grabbed my hair, yanking my head back to expose my throat, and shoved his thick, throbbing cock right into my mouth. I gagged, my eyes watering, but he just laughed, slapping my cheek. “Take it all, you little tranny slut. This is all you’re good for.”
When he got bored of my mouth, he flipped me over, shoving my face against the dashboard. He slammed into my ass with a brutal, rhythmic force that rattled the whole truck. Every thrust was accompanied by a slur, reminding me exactly how low I’ve sunk. I moaned into the plastic, feeling the raw friction as he pumped his hot cum deep inside me, leaving me shaking and degraded in the dark.
Twenty bucks. That’s all I’m worth.
I stumbled into the room drunk off my ass, skirt hiked up, and the guys were already hard. No words needed. One grabbed my hair and shoved his thick cock down my throat. I gagged hard, spit pouring down my chin as he fucked my face like a fleshlight.
Another yanked my ass cheeks apart and rammed straight into my tight hole, no lube, just brutal force. I moaned around the dick in my mouth as he pounded my guts deep, balls slapping my taint. They rotated fast—cocks in my ass, my throat, hands slapping my tits and jerking my own cock.
My hole stretched wide around every thrust, cum already leaking out from the first loads. They flipped me over, one guy holding my legs back while another double-stuffed my ass with two fat dicks at once. The burn was intense, my rim burning red and swollen as they wrecked me.
“Take every drop, trans slut,” one grunted, flooding my bowels while another painted my face and tongue. I swallowed and clenched, drunk and used, my own cock twitching untouched as they ruined my hole over and over.
Best fucking night.
I’m shaking, not just from the crack still humming in my veins, but because this massive black cock is hovering right in front of my face. He’s a beast, skin dark as midnight, and his dick is a fucking monster—thick, veiny, and leaking pre-cum that smells like raw sex. I don’t waste time talking; I just open my mouth wide and slide my lips over that huge head.
Gulp.
I take as much as I can, my throat stretching and straining as I bury the shaft deep. He doesn’t hold back, gripping the back of my bleached, messy hair and slamming his hips forward. I gag, my eyes watering, but I love the feeling of being choked out by a BBC. I suck hard, swirling my tongue around the rim, making loud, wet slurping noises that echo through this shitty trailer.
He starts fucking my throat in earnest, rhythmic and brutal. Every thrust hits the back of my throat, forcing me to swallow air and spit. I can feel the heat of him, the sheer girth stretching me open. He groans, a low rumble in his chest, and then he’s peaking.
He pulls out just enough to aim, and then he blasts. Thick, hot ropes of cum explode into my mouth. I don’t let a single drop go to waste. I swallow every heavy glob of seed, gulping it down greedily, licking my lips clean until I’m tasting nothing but him.
I can still feel it. My insides are heavy, pulsing with the weight of three massive loads of BBC. I’m lying here on the hardwood, legs shaking and splayed wide, while the thick, creamy cum slowly oozes out of my gaping ass and drips onto the floor.
God, it was brutal. They didn’t even look at me like I was a person; to them, I was just a piece of meat, a biological dumpster designed to be filled and discarded. The way the first one slammed into me without a drop of lube—the feeling of my sphincter just ripping open to accommodate that monstrous girth—was absolute perfection. I screamed, but he just called me a “tranny whore” and hammered into me harder, treating my body like a punching bag.
Being used like this is the only time I feel right. There was no tenderness, no fake romance, just raw, unfiltered aggression. I loved every second of the verbal abuse, the way they sneered at my existence while they demolished my rear. By the time the third man finished blasting his seed deep into my gut, I was completely shattered, a leaking, sobbing mess of a slut.
Now, the silence of the room is deafening, but the feeling of being stretched to my absolute limit remains. I’m overflowing, my colon packed tight with their hot cum, and I don’t want to clean a single drop of it. I am exactly what they said I am: a pathetic, used-up creampie dumpster. And I can’t wait for the next time they decide to empty themselves inside me.
Tuesday night. Stall 3, Greyhound Spa. Cracked tiles, bleach-piss stink. Jorge’s thick, uncut Puerto Rican cock down my throat—perfect curve, musky balls slapping my chin. Gagging, drooling like a good little tranny whore.
Door swung open. Burly bearded man shoved his dick in my mouth alongside Jorge’s. Two cocks, one throat. Then three, four, five—spilled down my gullet. I got passed around like a communal joint. Verbal abuse rained: “You fucking tranny cocksucker, born for this.” My girlcock dripped ignored.
Guy number nine. Lean, scarred, dead eyes. Spun me around, thumbs spread my ass. No lube. No warning. Dry pressure, then he rammed in. Pain—white-hot, tearing. I gagged on another man’s cock while number nine fucked my bleeding hole. “This is what you deserve, tranny.” He pissed on my back after.
More men used my raw ass, my mouth, my face. I lay in puddle of cum, piss, blood—a human dumpster. Couldn’t walk after. Two guys helped me to shower, laughing.
But I smiled. Used. Wanted. The filthy, hole-hungry tranny whore I am.
Next time? Stall 3. Bring lube for guy nine.
Hey you degenerate fucks, it’s your favorite anal cum dumpster, Henrietta, strutting these dark streets tonight with my greedy ass begging for punishment. My tight hole’s already twitching, lubed up and ready to swallow every veiny cock that rams it raw. I want you grabbing my fake tits, slapping my face, and yanking my hair while you spit ‘you disgusting cum rag’ and pound my shithole mercilessly.
Picture it: me bent over in some piss-stained alley, skirt hiked up, panties ripped off. Your thick dick spears my asshole, stretching it wide as you grunt and call me a ‘filthy tranny sewer’ for taking it balls-deep. No mercy—choke me, piss in my gaping wreck after you flood it with hot jizz. I’ll clench and milk every drop, then spread my cheeks to show the creamy mess leaking out, begging for the next john to dump his load in this ruined cum dumpster.
Rougher, dirtier—fist my sloppy ass, make me scream ‘I’m your worthless anal bitch!’ Who’s gonna break me first tonight? $50 for unlimited use of this tranny trash hole. Find me under the neon glow, ready to get reamed and degraded. Cum hunt me, bastards!
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Then, when you get to the point where you can lick up your precum with no problem, you can move on to eating your actual cum. Again, you don’t have to eat the whole load at once. You can simply get a small taste the first few times, until you get used to the flavor and the texture. And once you’ve done that, you can start licking up entire loads off your fingers.
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Freaky phone sex is what you say you want, huh? Well, I say it doesn’t get a lot freakier than a story about a shemale surprise! This is one of my favorite roleplays to do with you. I love meeting you in a bar or somewhere like that and bringing you home with me. Then, when we start undressing, my big, hard cock pops out of my panties for a huge fucking surprise for you!
Of course, you can’t resist it. Oh, you might put up a token resistance, but I know that in the end, you’ll be on your knees sucking it. Everyone is weak around me and my beautiful dick. Why would you be any different?
Besides, if you suck me, then I’ll suck you, too! That kind of arrangement is not one you’re likely to turn down. And if you start feeling really adventurous after the surprise is revealed, maybe I’ll even fuck your little virgin asshole, too. What do you think about that?
