Trans prossie alert: look away now if that bothers you.Hidden Image/Members OnlyThis is a partial repeat of a post I made back in August in
this off-topic thread about unusual places to have sex. As I have now had another session with a tranny hooker in the Bois de Boulogne, for the sake of tidiness I thought I would combine the two accounts to make an entry in the Europe section, where it belongs.
Back in July, during one of my regular daytime cycling jaunts around the big public forest west of Paris, I finally plucked up the nerve to approach one of the many TV/TS hookers who ply their trade there.
The escort, who was at least 45, probably older, was chosen for the discreet location where she was standing rather than for her good looks. The more convincing trannies do it on beds in the back of their vans parked on the roads which run through the park, but I feel that puts you in a vulnerable position if the French filth happen launch one of their occasional crackdowns, particularly with a tell-tale push-bike parked up alongside. As you may know, the punter is the criminal in France.
Anyway, after I approached the girl, who was standing on a sandy track about 20 metres away from one of the side roads, she led me to her makeshift
cabane further into the woods. It looked a lot like the one pictured above (and the girl is about right, too), although this is a just a pic I found on the internet. There hadn't been anywhere nearby where I could secure my bike so I just wheeled it to where we were going.
After I leant it on of the trees supporting her humble premises she beckoned me inside and we spent 15-20 minutes doing DFK, mutual wanking and alternate cock-sucking while standing-squatting. Then we wanked ourselves to a simultaneous climax. I like spunking on tranny cock and having the same done to me, but that would have presented cleaning problems when I got home. So, like Onan in the Bible, we spilled our seed on the ground.
It cost me 60 euros and was enjoyable, as much for the thrill of being almost public as the actual activity.
Hidden Image/Members OnlyI knew I would do it again but weather and a medical issue combined to keep me off the bike for a while. I've been back to the Bois maybe four times since then but it was only this week (as I write in October 2021) that I had
a) brought some cash and
b) taken a blue pill to prepare.
I'd told myself that if a particular girl I'd seen before was at her usual place on another sandy track just off another of the side roads, I would definitely go ahead. Yes, she
was there so I slowed down and as luck would have it there was a bike rack only 20 metres further along the road, so I locked up my ancient
velo and walked back to meet her.
This girl was a little younger, much more feminine looking, and very sluttily attired in a tiny flared mini skirt that revealed lots of smooth white thigh above her stocking tops (see above, though she was skinnier and less hot than the girl in the picture). She wore a long brunette wig and unlike the previous hooker, she also had medium-sized bolt-on tits. And a very feminine voice, too.
Her cabin in the woods was twice as far to walk as the other one, but at least I wasn't wheeling my bike through the undergrowth this time. Inside, it may have been slightly bigger than the previous structure but still nowhere near enough big to lie down. My favourite thing with trans escorts is 69, but that's impossible in these circumstances (and not a good idea when you think about how much spunk must have been previously splattered on the plastic sheet that was spread over the flattened soil).
She quoted me €40 for mutual wanking and sucking but when I moved in to kiss her first she said that would cost me an extra €20, but she would kiss me "très fort". And so she did after I handed over another note.
I wasn't keeping time but I suppose we did DFK, tit-fondling, wanking, frottage and alternately sucking each other's cocks for about 20 minutes. Just after we started she took a phone call and was angrily berating some guy in Spanish for a few minutes (she's from Argentina). She apologised profusely afterwards but said it had been urgent. We kept wanking each other throughout the call then I switched to sucking her cock. She got harder in response, but I wouldn't say it was a full erection, which was a disappointment.
Towards the end we switched to her sucking me, and as she knelt down with my cock thrusting into her mouth and my hands gripping her head I looked around at the forest outside, which could be dimly seen through the thin black fabric covering the
cabane. "This is the life," I thought to myself as the super-sleazy, almost-public nature of our encounter helped to keep me very much aroused.
Sadly, I can hardly ever come from oral, so though CIM was allowed, I had to wank myself to a climax in the end. She took the first blast on to her tongue then backed off and let the rest fall on the floor, at which point i leaned forward, but more to stop my jizz spashing on the jeans bunched around my ankles than to pursue her retreating mouth.
And that was that. She carefully wiped my cock clean, squirted some hand sanitiser on to my palms, then after I put myself together and picked up my bike helmet she led me back through the woods to the point where we'd met. As we exited the
cabane I noticed a creepy looking guy (I don't look creepy at all, honest) who was watching us from about 30 metres away. She ignored him. I asked her if he was a client and she said yes, but she had to make sure I didn't get lost before dealing with him.
Although I wouldn't go for a repeat with the first hooker if I saw her again, I might well do with the second one. And sooner or later I'm going to end up risking a session with one of the van girls (see example below). You can bet on it.
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