External Link/Members OnlyI’ve been with enough big-cock big-tits Brazilians to be wary of them, rightly or wrongly. So for trans punts I usually go for Brits, Europeans, Thais or Filipinas. British TS Megan looked good in her profile pics so I called her for a same-day meeting. No reply – there seldom is from escorts these days – so I sent a WhatsApp message and she replied positively 20 minutes later. The other review on here, a neutral posted in 2021, said her comms were haphazard and she herself was flaky but I had no problem in setting up the meeting.
I turned up at the postcode a short walk from Edgware Road tube station and let her know I was there five minutes before time, then sought shelter from the freezing drizzle. She still hadn’t looked at the WhatsApp message by the time the appointed hour came round so I called. No answer. With a slightly sinking heart, I waited a couple of minutes more, then was about to send another message when she replied with the street address and instructions to call her.
She guided me down to a basement flat, where I shed my winter layers and asked to use the loo. She wanted the £200 for an hour first and I handed it over. No problem with the flat – it was clean and tidy with a modern bathroom and a big bed. I think she lives there.
Although Megan was made up to the nines and immaculately presented I didn’t find her as attractive as her pictures. That old review said she was “tall and thin but not wafer-thin”. I like skinny girls a lot, but if Megan was thin back then, she certainly isn’t now. She has timber around the waist and her cheeks have filled out. There was no hint of masculinity in her look, but I didn’t much care for her voice. Though quite high-pitched, it has a whiny sing-song quality you often hear from camp gay men. And it was clear that we weren’t going to click together and have a good laugh. She seemed to speak in rehearsed phrases much of the time.
Although I knew she was passive in the sense that she doesn’t fuck guys in the ass, I was disappointed to find that she was also passive in terms of sexual activity. I could do most of what I wanted but there was little in the way of reciprocation. She made the odd noise of fake pleasure while I fondled and sucked her (quite large and natural-feeling) tits. I pushed for a kiss early on, but it was just a peck on the lips and I could tell she would really rather not, so didn’t bother again.
She wanted me to rim her ass while she lay on her front so I complied and quite enjoyed it. More noises of pleasure from Megan, and more convincing this time. I asked her to get on all fours after a while so I could play with her cock. “You must be gentle,” she said at once. Always a bad sign. The rule was that I could use my mouth but not my hands. So I slid underneath (like a mechanic getting under a car, it occurred to me) and closed my mouth over the smallest cock I have ever touched. Not much more than an inch flaccid and maybe two slightly less floppy inches when aroused. Towards the end of the meeting I said it must be the hormones that stopped her getting an erection. She seemed put out and said I must have felt it get hard when I sucked her. Hmm. Not really. And she did concede that the hormones had an effect. But by that time my own willy had let me down too.
I’ve given up being topped by T-girls (too much pain for too little pleasure) and the only reason I still see them is because I like playing with a hard cock when it’s attached to someone who looks like a girl or a pretty twink. Once it became apparent that she was not going to get properly hard I asked to switch to 69. Megan climbed on top of me but positioned herself with her bumhole in my face rather than her cock or balls. Oh well – at least she seemed to like being rimmed, so I stuck my tongue in as far as it would go. Totally fresh and clean, I have to say.
At the other end I was getting maybe 25% mouth and 75% hand action. But it was doing the trick, and I was up to full mast. Megan was clearly less happy when I switched my mouth to her cock and it wasn’t long before she hopped off and suggested that we fuck. With a condom in place she climbed on top for cowgirl but I could already feel myself slowly wilting and I couldn’t get inside. I can’t remember what we did next but I kept the rubber on and eventually I was ready to try again, in doggy this time. I got into her bum with no trouble and managed a few minutes of thrusting. I could have continued but it was doing nothing for me. I find doggy slightly painful in the region of an old hernia and can never cum from that position. So I disconnected, flopped on to my back and asked for more oral. Again, it was more hand than mouth. Finally, I came from being wanked.
There were 20 minutes left and we lay side by side talking for a while. She seemed to have loosened up and spoke more naturally, but still in that sing-song voice. With 10 minutes left to go, I got dressed, we gave each other pecks on the cheek, and I went back out into the cold, wet night, not jumping for joy at my experience.
This was not what I’d hoped for from a £200 TS punt, but it’s always a bit hit and miss with trannies. We remained polite and friendly throughout and I decided to make this a neutral rather than a negative because for me the red card involves some combination of coldness, hostility, refusal of services and poor hygiene. But I won’t be going back, obviously.
