AmandaTranny
“I wanted to be Rita; wanted to be the one on my bare knees with Jay’s large ball sack rhythmically smacking against my chin as I gobbled his 9′ cock down my eager throat . . .” ~Amanda
When I was a teen, I used to pretend I was a damsel in distress waiting for a handsome prince to whisk me away from my boring life on a sleek white horse. I’d dress up in my sister’s old pink prom dress and put my hair in long plaits, then get into her make-up drawer and slather on tons of blush and that beautiful shade of fire engine red cocksucker lipstick.
I knew that’s what Rita used red lipstick for—to suck cock; I caught her giving her boyfriend head with it on. Heard her say she wore it so he could measure just how much of his huge cock she successfully deep throated. The red rung on the base of his large, thick prick was proof that Rita was a pro.
I wanted to be Rita; wanted to be the one on my bare knees with Jay’s large ball sack rhythmically smacking against my chin as I gobbled his 9′ cock down my eager throat—and little did I know, that Jay wanted it to be me too.
One night, while our parents were out of town, I filled our bathtub full of rose petals, bubbles, and aromatic oils. Candles were lit all along the outside of the tub, and my long legs rested against the rim as I shaved. The room was dim and full of shadows, so when Jay walked in and hopped into the tub, I knew he thought I was Rita instead. He bent my soapy ass over, spread my legs, and filled my tight virgin asshole full of his 9 inch dong.
