Georgia Rose

True Tales.........1 of a series.

March 1996, The Photo Man.

I had talked to Jerry a couple of times on the phone since he answered my advertisement. Along with
hundreds of other guys from Auckland he responded to an ad to fuck a transsexual. Most answers I
didn’t bother replying to as the novelty of men begging for sex was wearing off, besides I had decided
that masturbation while dressed like a slut was just as satisfying by way of the usual ecstatic release of
pumping hot fluids over my bare stomach. I would lie with my dress pulled up over my small natural
breasts, one hand holding my pantyhose down, and the other caressing my rock solid penis, If I was
wearing stockings I was able to cover my left hand in baby oil and get perhaps three fingers inserted into
my soft responsive bottom.

I was getting a bit restless though, the usual masturbation fantasies were causing cravings for the real
thing, a cock in my mouth filling it with hot salty fluids, feeling cum trickle warmly down the inside of
my throat. I had also just read an article on the net about giving the perfect blowjob and it had made me
so horny I was determined to get the real thing again.

My ad had described me pretty well, tall slim with a soft curvy body, round hips and natural breasts, my
blonde hair was quite long at the time and I would wear it up casually up with bangs framing my girlish
face. I made a point of always being perfectly made up with eye shadow, lash thickening mascara,
matching blush and with just a hint of my red lipstick worked into my eyeshadow.

I sent a few of the guys photos of me in my black pumps, short black skirt, and silk blouse opened one
button too far to show my breasts rising from my black lacy bra. This of course would send your
average transsexual admirer into spin, which was the idea. Jerry however said he just wanted take
photos of me, no sex. I was slightly sceptical but admired his approach, besides I am so vain it tapped a
raw nerve, showing my body in front of a camera.

I called Jerry and set up a time to see him, it would be in his work place at night, he obviously had some
reason not to invite me to his home. He hoped I didn’t mind older men, I thought I would see what I got
before I made that judgement. The drive to West Auckland from my place would take about forty
minutes so I had to plan my evening carefully.

I came home from work dressed as a male and within seconds stripped to a naked feminine transsexual
rubbing oil into her soft shaved body. I pulled sheer tan panty hose on my legs and over my soft silky
panties, the feeling was beautiful as I slipped into a pair of patent leather black high heels and lazed
around for a while dressed in just that.

It was almost time to go as I put on my white lacy bra and very low cut top to show my breasts.
Over my short black skirt I wore a red jacket, gold dangly earrings; a black hair band tying up my
highlighted blonde hair finished off the look. Red lipstick, thick mascara and rather too heavy eye
shadow made me feel and look like sex on legs.

I got in my car and drove off, I was used to getting stares from men while driving dressed like this, but
so was every horny looking female.

I arrived at his office, a rather drab second rate affair in a backstreet, after knocking on the door a small
overweight elderly looking gentleman opened the door, it was Jerry and I thought oh well I don’t have
to look at his face while I suck his cock.

Jerry asked me in and had some camera gear already set up, a 35mm plus a Polaroid.
He asked me start taking my clothes off, which I passively did. If a man orders me to strip I generally do
it. I sat on a tall stool dressed in my high heels, pantyhose, skirt pulled up but topless. My nipples were slightly erect
as the power of the camera washed over me and I gave myself totally to the focus and orders of the man
behind the single glass lens, the feeling of submission was beautiful, his confidence and direction
massaged my body into various poses, I felt ready to melt under it.

Jerry took a few Polaroid’s and I slipped on my top as it was a bit chilly. We stood beside each other at
a large table with the little square pictures spread out looking at them. He stood so close we were
touching, suddenly I couldn’t help myself and I slid my hands down the front of his tracksuit pants, the
little devil wasn’t wearing any underwear and my fingers went straight to his soft penis. After a couple
of squeezes it rapidly hardened into a sizeable cock, and with out a word he sat down in an old armchair
while I pulled his pants to his knees. I knelt before him in my pantyhose and highheels taking my top off
and exposing my breasts again.

He had hardly any pubic hair and his hard penis stood out directly at me. I opened my mouth and slid my
wet lips over it, swallowing the whole thing and being careful not to touch his solid red shaft with my
teeth as I had read in the perfect blowjob article. I was determined that cock would not leave my mouth
until it had spat its load, my lips slid up and down the whole shaft, at a higher and higher speed, Jerry
was just moaning, his eyes closed.

He did not cum quickly but after a long enough time for us both to enjoy the action. Hot salty cum went
down my throat. His penis however would not go deflate and he said he wanted more. So did I, I could
feel my bottom almost opening by itself ready to receive his cock.

He got up and put a condom on, I wanted to be controlled and he did just that. Jerry grabbed my
derriere and turned me into the armchair, after putting loads of KY on his penis he pulled my pantyhose
down and parted my buttocks, my hole felt exposed and he slid all his cock into it. I gasped at the slight
pain but it soon turned to absolute ecstasy as he withdrew and plunged again, pumping back and
forward getting faster and faster. I was being pushed into the chair but the beautiful feeling opened my
bottom up even more and he easily slid it up and down. After a loud groan he pumped the condom full
inside my bottom, I grabbed my own erect cock and after a couple of strokes it came all over the chair
while he was still inside me. We both collapsed exhausted on the floor, I had not felt that satisfied for a
long time.

It was getting quite late and I had a long drive, I pulled up my panty hose and put on my bra, top
and jacket. After redoing my makeup I said goodbye with a kiss where my tongue went to the back of
his throat.

Driving home I felt light enough to float, and was still horny I was tempted to park discreetly by Krd, get out of the car and wait for one of the many cruising men to spot me, I knew I was a class tranny compared to most up there and could probably handle sucking a strangers cock in their car for a few bucks. I decided probably sensibly that tonight I wasn’t thinking straight, and K rd is not the place for girl like that, maybe next time I thought as I drove on home.



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