Being a tranny makes me a princess phone sex specialist. Let me share my latest adventure. I was in line for the potty at a concert. The ladies room was packed and the line was long. I flounced my pretty ass right over to the men’s room and strutted in. There were a couple of wanna-be gangsta types in there. One of the losers dared to say something about girls not being allowed in there. What a faggot. Who wouldn’t want girls in the men’s room. I mean, what a pussy.
I walked right over to him, close enough that he could smell my perfume. He said “Outta my way, whore.” I pushed him backward and pulled up my skirt. My cock got so excited from dominating him that it was rock hard. His face was right next to my meatstick and he just needed a little nudge to take it. He was one piece of sweet meat. I made him lick my filthy asshole since there was no toilet tissue in the stall. He was whimpering and begging for more. I wanted to bend him over the sink right there and ream out his phony faggot ass. But instead, I left him with blue balls after I blew my load on his face. Maybe I’ll see him again after the concert. I sure hope so.