Shag And Chat With Mr R2

Mr R2 said it’s been 10 years since his last encounter with a trans girl. I’m always happy to hear that a guy’s been abstaining for a while, because the cock worship that he can get into is guaranteed to please. I had texted earlier to ask if there was a style of attire that he’d like to see me in, and he replied “S&M”, which is a fairly broad idea but I thought my 8″ thigh high patent leather boots and a sheer black bodysuit would do the trick, which of course, they did. Mr R2 asked if I’m a model, which is always nice to hear, and because flattery will get you anywhere, I put his hand on my thigh, which he started stroking very dutifully. Almost instantly my bulge became more than pronounced, but I continued chatting. It is important that I get to know my clients before getting too hot and heavy. It helps me gauge the kind of sex that would work well. This is definitely not a one size fits all profession. Anyway, it wasn’t too long before I could see that his tongue was near falling out of his face, and I whipped out my hard member, which he rightfully took to mean that it was time to get to work.

I have no idea why, but some guys just know how to suck dick, and I was very glad that Mr R2 has the gift. He worked his mouth in different ways to excite me; I especially like it when a guy attaches fingers in front of his lips and wanks my shaft while moving up and down with his mouth. I made sure to issue appropriate encouragement whether in moans or in words, like “how did you get your Mistress so hard, boy?” The point is to prolong the pleasure. Nobody appreciates a head job that ends prematurely, but I decided to give him a break by telling him to show me his cock. In lightning speed, his clothes were off, and he revealed a modest penis, which I was happy to see. Size really doesn’t matter to me. All I need is for it to be hard, so that I know I’m doing a good job. When he jumped back into bed to resume the fellatio, I grabbed his genitals and almost instantly, it ballooned in my hand. It’s not a long one, but massively thick, with similarly generous balls. I love it.

Mr R2 extended his oral talents to my anus, which is usually a low priority for me, but the man knew what he was doing and I squirmed like a bitch on heat. I reached over and started massaging his hole, and decided to pull out a small vibrator to see how he copes with being penetrated. He said he’d never had anything inside before, which surprised me. The man is 50 and has never had a finger in there. Don’t know about you but that’s weird to me. Anyway, he was lucky that the battery in the contraption had run out, and I abandoned the idea altogether. Maybe next time. I climbed over him and started to fuck his face, which he loved, and which I of course couldn’t get enough of. I do love being on top, fucking a guy in his mouth and jacking him off. It is so sexy to me. Eventually, he asked to eat my cum, which is always something I like to hear. I grabbed hold of my cock and started stroking it furiously and told him to do the same. The sight of two cocks being pulled hard always get me over the line. He came first, with a lot of groaning, and that just set me off. I unloaded in his mouth, and everyone was happy.

There was a little time leftover, so we settled to have a chat, about work, about family, all the stuff’s that almost as important as fucking. I like bonding with my clients if they’re open to it. Some like to run away after they cum, which is convenient for me (time is money!), but others like to hang around to get close in a different way. Good thing I enjoy intimacy.