the third sex

I was standing over a ladyboy yesterday afternoon, with my camera, watching her have  a really good, hard wank.  Try as she might, she couldn’t quite get there. 

“Oh! Cannot cum! But I want!”

She lay back and massaged her dick, which had become red and no doubt numb from all the pulling and yanking. I offered to give her a little remedial help (I’m kind and thoughtful in that way) and got down on my knees. Her dick, which had become floppy, immediately came up hard. She thrust her hips and suddenly I was savouring a mouthful of warm, nutty, salty cream.

Well, that was very nice, I said. But what about my photos?

She giggled. “If you can wait I can do one more time.”

So I went to make some tea for myself and poured a glass of water for my non-tea-drinking friend.

“You very nice man,” she said. I had to agree. “You have lady?” I had to admit I had a few. “You want me to come see you again? I can if you want.” 

I said sure, and got her to write down her mobile number. We carried on chatting for an hour or so, and then, looking at the clock, I asked if she was ready for another wank. The slang phrase in Thai is “chuk wow”, which actually means to fly a kite. Thai slang is very colourful.

“Yes, I ready now.”

So off we went again, and she pulled and grimaced and gritted her teeth, then stopped. 

“Touch me here,” she said, running a finger over her balls. I did as I was directed, and she pulled again.

“Oh, I sorry, I very slow!”

What can I do now, I asked her.

“Kiss me here.”

And she drew up her knees and indicated her cute little bum hole. I got back on my knees and applied my tongue to the neat little opening, making sure that I had a firm grip on my camera and keeping my finger on the shutter release so that the battery-saving timer didn’t power down.

“Oh! Now!” came a wail from somewhere above me, and I leapt to my feet and, with the camera still in shoot mode, I flashed off a series of pictures that caught the spurt beautifully.

That was hard work, wasn’t it, I said, as she lay back with a complacent expression on her face. I think you should pay me, instead of me pay you. 

“Maybe I charge you extra,” she said. “For give you good time.” Then she giggled. “I joking you!”

She was a nice girl. But do you see what a difficult job I have to do?