I never saw Helen again. It's a case of having found a good one among ripoffs, but the next one should be better, for less and live down the road. I did check up her website occasionally to see how she was. Finally she got a boob job and have names for the girls. Then she faded away.
It was a long time after Helen, perhaps more than a year, that I though of seeing someone like "her". I wanted to see a beautiful cock and see if my happy memories come back. But more importantly, what is attached to it is much more important. For shemales I had higher standards, more beautiful and feminine than average escorts, more polished (as in makeover). Cock is not that important but I would like to see a beautiful one just like Helen's.
Once I was in Hollywood so in a hurry I grabbed the phone number of a porn star with a website. She had a couple of reviews spread over a long period, and the reviews were mixed. I thought I could overcome that with my charm.
But I was wrong. What the few spread over reviews meant was that occasionally someone may call her, which doesn't mean that she is good or bad. The mixed reviews mean that either she find someone, or her supporters themselves wrote a good review for her to balance out the bad reviews. If it's all bad nobody will call.
Anyway she greeted at her home in Hollywood among the flyovers. She wasn't the goddess I saw in her front page. She must had her website for a couple of years - that sort of paying porn site. I didn't thought of that. She did have more update pictures on the 2nd page or deeper. So I couldn't complain.
But she did greeted me in a bikini with enhanced boobs. She wasn't bad at all. Not a goddess like but quite beautiful and feminine.
Cocks didn't come into it. I would imagine and fuck her like a beach babe. I played with her cock a bit but not like at Helen's, when evolution didn't prepare me for. The shemaleness only come about when it's decision time, me on top or bottom, she asked. I'm opened minded but I couldn't resist to be on top. And she wouldn't allow two shots, one for me and one for her. To this date I'm still a virgin, back there.
Once her ad pop-up in front of my face. I couldn't resist to see if she was that beautiful. Indeed you cannot tell at all if she wasn't a 100% woman. After some foreplay I kissed on her cheek gently. She turned and looked at me as if saying "what the heck are you doing!".
Actually she had a nice cock. With her standing up next to the bed, I knelt down and sucked away. Not earth shaking as Helen's (which I didn't remember much), but I enjoyed it. She said I was good, and I knew she meant it. She's a straight talker who didn't talk much. But I think we all have natural talents, just do what we want to be done on.
Came to think about it, cocks don't normally come into it because how many woman escorts you made them excited for real? For these girls, if they didn't have an erections, I wouldn't have noticed and would have treated them as a woman. This girl was somehow excited during foreplay, got a decent erection, so I noticed and play some more.
Also, I tried sucking with a raincoat. It was totally a turn off with the smell of rubber. I understand Emma, the orally fixated, who never asked me to put any rubber on before she played her cat and mouse game. She would kill your cock but let it live at the last minute, so she could play another round, and another.
She led me onto the doggy position without asking. But I was too tight for her to get anywhere. So she had to do bottom. After that, she told me her other name to differentiate me from other callers. Her "what the hell are you doing" look disappeared and she was smiling while putting her clothes back on.
It was she who I thought of teaming up to fuck Chanel until she had multiple orgasms. I would enjoy watch so I wouldn't mine paying. I would have thought the bottleneck would be Chanel. But this "girl" turn me flat down. No girls for her.
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