I think it’s time I use my role as a tranny phone sex whore to my advantage. The International Day of Charity is here, so I advertised for a little “beef and beer” of my own. Well we had beer, of course. But the beef was just meat, and by meat I mean my throbbing hard ten inch cock. The catch was they could pay to play, and I’d be donating all proceeds to the AIDS coalition.
Cock Sitting For Cancer is something I ran last year, and this was the same idea. I had some of my sissy sluts helping my little volunteers prepare. It was two hundred in cash to sit on my cock, one fifty to suck a load out of me, and six hundred if they wanted to fuck me. My cock was raising cash, and not even tranny phone sex made me happier. I sat in a chair in the back of the VFW, and my sissy slaves licked the assholes of my little devotees clean. Their spit was the only lube these desperate donators were likely to get, but it didn’t matter. I was going to push my ten inch cock inside those little tight little faggot holes no matter the circumstances.
That’s what these fuckers paid for. The first one cried, and he wanted to face me so I let him straddle me. I coaxed him into it with gentle pets and words of encouragement, and before I knew it the dripping tip of my throbbing girl cock was pressing against his tight little hole. I let my cock knock a few times before a smile spread over my face. “May I cum in?” I whispered in his ear as I bucked my skinny Brazillian hips up and filled his little love hole. I felt the way his sphincter stretched around my length, and it was more heavenly to fuck his asshole than any pussy I’d ever even looked at.
Then again I prefer assholes, and that’s why I excel at tranny phone sex. It’s also the reason my cock sitting for charity was such a success. I’ve got what the boys want, and I’m not afraid to give it to them.
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