Category: Hardcore anal sex
Shemale Phone Sex With Straight Guys
Shemale phone sex calls seem to be a little more intense than a regular phone sex call, at least that’s what some guys tell me. I get off telling guys how hard my dick is and thinking about them sucking it or giving me their tight assholes. Virgin assholes of straight men drive me wild, my cock gets hard as steel for a sweet piece of untouched asshole.
It is so sexy, turning a straight man out on this dick. Nothing looks better than looking down, watching a straight man suck my dick like a lollipop, my hangs guiding his head up and down on my fat dick, as I twist and tease my nipples.
Fucking a man’s throat feels different, maybe because his jaws are so strong or because he knows how it feels to have a dick. I have no clue, but I cum so hard in my man’s mouth.
Another fantasy of mine is to have a ma blow me as I suck another shemale cock, then we gang up and double penetrate the man’s asshole, until we cum deep in his ass and all over each other’s cock, before pulling out, making him clean our tranny cocks with his slutty mouth as our thick load runs out that stretched out asshole.
Cum Dumpster and Big Dick Sucker On Shift at the Pie Hole
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.
Cum Dumpster Lot Lizard Earns $20, But Returns The Tip!
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.

















