I had a dream and I just.... Can't stop thinking about it. I get a random wrong number next of a dick pic, but its just huge and well... I've been so pent-up lately I can't help myself. I start sexting with the guy. Part of me wants an excuse to stop, so I tell him Im a trans woman but he just replies with something like "great, that just means you chose to be a slut." I can't even argue, Im sexting a stranger after all.

Before I know it Im visiting his house. He has a MAGA flag out front, and inside its a mess. Dirty clothes all over, and the smell, oh fuck the smell. Im into body odor but, something about the body odor of this facistic asshole was different. Better. He had proud displays of hunting trophies around the house that I saw as I made my way to the living room where I found out he didn't live alone. There were four guys on the couch, and they had a frat symbol in the living room. A frat for the college Im going to in the fall, a college which I know lets trans women join frats because of our birth gender, a college which I know has a minnimum requirment of 4 students to form a frat.

The leader, the one who first texted me, pauses the game and whips his cock out. He orders me to suck it but, the way it glistened with sweat, the unwashed sent. Id have begged to suck his cock. I went all in, down on my knees and worshiping his cock with a religious fervor as him and his buddies went back to their game. I overheard them talking, and it was such bigoted bullshit but that only turned me on more. Eventually, he came, I made sure to swallow every drop as he did, he barely reacted until halfway through his orgasm he won the match. Then he gripped my hair tight and fucked my throat until he stopped cumming. The other 3 boys then whipped out their cocks, each one just as filthy, with its own wonderful smell, its own wonderful massive girthy shape. I sucked them each off one by one, slowly undressing as I did. Letting them casually spank and grope me as the worked, savoring every moment their conversation turned to talking about "the tranny slut," since I know that was me.

I end up wearing a pair of MAGA branded panties and doing their laundry, huffing the scent of each dirty piece of clothing before I clean it, letting them grope and hit me whenever I pass by the living room. They even used me as a urinal every now and then. I loved all of it. Without thinking I started making them dinner, brought it to them, they thanked me by letting me suck each of them off again. I couldn't have asked for a better reward. I spent the night there, in one of their beds which reeked of their conservative boy stench, and with his cock up my ass to help him keep warm. I was in bliss, and I fully intended to join their frat in the fall.

Do I really want this? To be some kind of, communal housewife type servant for a bunch of conservative boys? If not then why can't I stop thinking about it? Why does thinking about it make my mouth water?