Tranny phone sex is something I do because I love it. I am a sexy dominant shemale; it brings me so much joy to break in married virgin ass. Now, the majority of my callers are gentlemen. They know how to treat a special lady, but once in a blue moon, I get a misogynistic asshole who thinks he can mistreat me, on the phone or in person. Last night, at a holiday party, I met Jorge. He was a Latin Lothario and I know they come with a certain amount of machismo. But, I can break any man’s attitude with a 10 inch hard cock, even the most alpha dog in the bunch. This particular asshat thought he could call me a fruit and a slew of other antiquated homosexual slurs without repercussions. Well, it happens to be National Fruitcake Day at the end of the week, and I have sadly collected some fruitcakes from some well intended folks. Fruitcake is the devil’s food.
As my little Latin Lothario was hurling insults at me, I grabbed a few fruitcakes and shoved them in his face. Then while he was caught off guard, I tied his hands up, stripped him naked and dressed him like a sissy. Put him in a fag like Santa’s helper outfit and painted his face like a $2 whore. “Who is the fruit now, faggot,” I inquired right as I put my hard cock up his loser ass until he was squealing like a pig. I made sure that he understood that the definition of a fruit was a bottom bitch with a big fat cock up his ass. He looked like an old drag queen wannabe. I couldn’t help but laugh and snicker at the loser bitch who thought he could put me down. By the time I was done reaming his back door pussy, he was apologizing like a bitch.
I kicked him out with cum oozing out his battered asshole and make up smeared across his face. I tossed in a few fruitcakes as parting gifts because nothing screams faggot fruit like a fruitcake.
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