the third sex

It is not always a forgone conclusion that a ladyboy is going to shoot a full load at the drop of a hat. The taking of hormones, maybe the room temperature set too low, very often the presence of a person standing over her with a camera (no matter how devilishly handsome he may be) are all going to have a detrimental effect. Which is why, very often, a considerable amount of the time taken for a photoshoot is spent by my waiting politely and quietly for a ladyboy to pull her willy for long enough to produce at least some result.

I say “quietly” because, of course, if I were to show any signs of impatience it could scupper the entire business. You know what it’s like…if someone is waiting for you to cum, then very often you can’t do it.

I had a prime example of this problem in for a photo session the other evening. This is a ladyboy I like very much, who has always managed to shoot a load on cue, and who has a very nice looking dick into the bargain. The session went well right up to the time when we were ready for the final sequence. Her cock was hard, and I hovered over her with the camera, looking forward to the fragrant white spurt.

She pulled and pulled and pulled. She stopped and stroked her balls. She put her finger into her bottom. Then she pulled again. She bit her lips and she rolled her eyes. She puffed and panted. She flopped her dick around and then started tugging at it again.

“Hormones,” she groaned at me. I was doubtful, as I wasn’t aware she was taking any. I think she just had one of those times when she couldn’t make it. Maybe the previous night, or even that afternoon, she had had a heavy session.

I looked down at her cock as she paused. It was very red from all the work it was having to do. Would you like to take a break? I asked. “No, no, it’s okay, can cum. Cannot stop now.” I picked up the camera and retreated quietly to a point behind her right shoulder, so that I could see the stuff emerging. And I waited. She gasped in frustration. “Oh! Long time! I sorry!” Never mind, I replied. Would you like me to leave the room for a few minutes? I went into the kitchen to bring her a glass of water. When I got back she was leaning against the bedhead, a complacent look on her face, her eyes half shut, and a large white puddle on her tummy. Well, I said, I’m very glad you enjoyed that. Can I have some? She giggled. “I sorry but could not wait,” she replied.

I took my pictures of the lovely sticky stuff, and then dipped my finger in it and licked it. It tastes better hot, I commented. She giggled again. The little minx.