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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Part 1

‘This story was from last year, a true account from a rare but very sexy meet.

As you can imagine, in this job I cannot pick and choose my clients. I know some girls who do, but they are never busy, being too ‘picky’, and I often wonder what it is that drives them to this profession when they are so choosy with who they see.

I actually think it is very sexy being ‘available to all’ and never turning anyone down, not ever. I often get turned on when the guy is very old or fat or ugly, or all three! I certainly love testing to see ‘how low I will go’ and find the whole thing an amazingly sexy experience. This stems from my younger teenage days, when my next door neighbour would set me up to have sex with men. They were always old fat or ugly, and in many many cases, all three. I was always taught to not turn anyone down, and that has stayed with me throughout my life, something I am quite proud about.

Anyway, back to the story….

I had been ‘on tour’ in Manchester, and I was staying at a big hotel on Piccadilly Gardens. This hotel I still use now because of its easy access for clients, and also the fact that, quite bizarrely, they still offer smoking rooms.

I had been staying in one of the large ‘suites’ that they offer, which is basically a large room, with a seating area, and separate bathroom. It is just so much more comfortable than a normal room, with only a small supplement to pay on top.

I had been there for 4 days, and in the whole time, I had not had any one person visit me who I would naturally ‘fancy’.

I had lots of visitors, but all were at the extremes of the three facets already mentioned, old, fat or ugly. I had had a few Asian guys, but again this is another ‘sex test’ as opposed to me really wanting them intimately.

I was quite fed up and was just hoping my next call would be from someone ‘fit’! Alas, it wasn’t to be, with my next booking coming from a man I would class as one stage up from homeless vagrant. I often wonder where these types get their money from to afford girls for sex, but they do. I always make them shower first, and even that makes me cringe, having to tell them to remember to wash themselves properly, ‘front and back’. It is amazing how many men do not know how to wash themselves properly, and I could write a book about it!

After he had finished, I had a bath, and during the girly soak, I decided I was going to go out into The Gay Village area of Manchester for a drink.

I had had enough of the endless line of clients and wanted some real ‘me time’ to unwind.

When I go out I normally wear something really casual like jeans and a fem sweatshirt or t shirt, with girls trainers.

On this occasion I decided to go a lot more formal, and wore what what most would class as a secretary outfit.

I wore a pale pink satin blouse with a black satin pencil skirt, with 5” black patent high heels. (I would normally leave such high heels for the bedroom, but the Village is so close to the hotel, the walk is easy).

Underneath the outfit I wore my normal basque and black stockings clipped onto the sexy six strap suspenders. My make up was quite heavy for mid afternoon, but not over the top. Nice blue and black eye shadow, with mild pink blusher and red lips. I was, however, drenched in my favourite ‘cheap and slutty’ perfume which is Constance Carroll ‘Young Dawn’. I always wear Constance Carroll perfume, again this originates from my early novice years in the 1980s, when the perfume was readily available from market stalls etc, at about £2.50 a bottle. I pay going on for £20 a bottle now off ebay, but I still love most of the fragrances they have to offer.

I had my medium sized black PVC shoulder bag, which had some lipstick, blusher, my cigarettes and lighter as well as my small black PVC purse. To complement the bag (or the other way round!) I wore my short PVC ‘Bolero’ jacket.

A quick check in the mirror, and I looked very sexy, even if I say so myself!

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Part 2

I made my way to Canal Street, and got some ‘second looks’ as I walked down the busy street by the bus station, but nothing intimidating.

Over the years Manchester has become really diverse, especially with the yearly ‘Sparkle’ Trans weekend putting the LBGT community firmly on the map.

Once on Canal Street I had to negotiate the cobbled roadway in my heels, and that takes some doing I can tell you, but I managed.

I sat outside one of the bars in the sun, and ordered a long Gin and Tonic from the very camp waiter.

I sat a small circular table, only meant for two. I placed my hand bag on the table and made myself look ‘available’. I sat facing the walkway, with my legs crossed, and flirted with my feet/shoes as people walked past. I got lots of nice ‘hello’s’ and smiles from the people who were taking a mid afternoon stroll down the canal.

I made my self look as feminine (and tarty!) as possible and I discreetly unbuttoned another button my blouse, to make my cleavage stand out even more.

I have to say that when I am out in public it is either my legs or my cleavage that get the most comments, normally my cleavage. Since the upturn in the silicone false breast vests being more readily available, you see a lot more tgirls out displaying their ample cleavages, but there is nothing silicone about mine, and people notice that.

I took out my perfume and gave myself an all over ‘atomisation’ spray.

I looked in my little mirror, and applied another coat of red lip gloss. My look was now complete, I could sit back and enjoy the world going by.

I lit a cigarette and held it in my normal over the top feminine way, and checked my phone.

Whilst I was doing all this I didn’t notice that the next table along was now occupied, with a black guy in his 40’s and he also sat facing the walkway, but I did see him glancing across and checking my legs out.

I smiled as our faces contacted each other and he smiled back. He was really dark brown, which I associate with West Indian, but I could be wrong. He was very handsome and was dressed in a dark suit and white shirt, with the top button undone, and no tie. He had a great physique I could tell. He ordered a glass of white wine from the waiter and I order myself another long G and T.

I wasn’t constantly staring at him, but every time I looked at him, he was looking at me and smiling, and I knew one of us had to break the ice sooner or later, and I took the plunge.

“Lovely afternoon for a bit of people watching!” I flirted.

He responded, and soon we were in full open conversation, but it was quite loud because of the distance between us.

He asked me if I was waiting for anyone, “apart from Mr Perfect, no!” I cheekily replied.

He asked if he could join me at my table and of course I couldn’t resist.

When he sat down he put some Ray Ban sunglasses on and he looked just like a darker version of Jay Zee. My God! He was so fit!

He leaned forward and said quietly “~I’m Lloyd - can I say you look amazing?” I noticed he was looking down at my cleavage when he said that, even with his sun glasses on!

“Thank you so much” I responded, “I’m Tina”.

“I know who you are - Tina Sparx” he smiled.

I didn’t know what to say, but just acknowledged the fact he knew who I was with a dry smile.

“Afternoon off work?” He pried.

“Yes, I’m just relaxing. Like I said - people watching!” Was my reply.

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By *ndrea54TV/TS
over a year ago

cambridge

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By *eet or funMan
over a year ago

peterborough

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By *eanasmustardMan
over a year ago

corby

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By *j and c 2Couple
over a year ago

mullingar

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Part 3

“You are getting lots of attention yourself!” He joked.

He was right. I was getting the usual amount of attention, well, at least my cleavage was! I could see people as they approached discreetly point as if to say “Look at this!” as they got near.

I am used to it and obviously I quite like it!

“I have to say Tina, you look magnificent today!” he complimented, “Aww thank you so much Lloyd, it means a lot” I replied whilst lighting another cigarette.

I looked at him directly as I took my first inhale, and slyly smiled.

“I could watch you smoking all day!” he said quietly. “I’ve seen lots of your smoking clips on line.”

“Well here you are with me in the flesh!” I laughed back at him.

He offered to get me another drink, which I accepted, and he asked if he could move his chair round to be next to me, and to be able to see people approaching from both sides.

I noticed he pulled his chair closer to mine that you ‘normally would’ and I was totally at ease with it.

He was now sitting with the sun on his back (like me) and so propped his sunglasses on the top of his head. He had the most sexy dark eyes I noticed immediately.

We did the usual idle chit chat thing for what seemed ages, and we had a good few drinks.

I couldn’t work who who was hitting on who! I certainly fancied him. He had such big and dark hands, and I really do love that on a coloured man, and apart from that, he was clean, well spoken, and looked very smart.

Each time I lit a cigarette I could see him concentrate on watching me closely, and at times it sort of interrupted the conversation somewhat.

His eyes were always going down to focus on my cleavage.

I took out my perfume form my PVC hand bag and gave myself a good dousing, paying particual attention to my cleavage and neck.

The sweet smell of my cheap perfume filed the air as we continued our afternoon of chatting, flirting and people watching.

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By *igerman23Man
over a year ago

hayes

Nice

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Part 4.

I really was feeling a little tipsy when Lloyd suggested we moved on to somewhere different, and of course I accepted his offer.

We walked together down the cobbled streets around the gay village. We were close, but not holding hands or anything like that.

I was struggling somewhat in my heels on the bumpy cobbles, and at one time I nearly lost my footing all together, but Lloyd grabbed me and stopped me falling. As he pulled me upright we were laughing, but he pulled me towards him and we embraced in a really sexy kiss.

He was so tall that even in my 5” heels I wasn’t much taller than him, and our kiss was fantastic.

“Lets go to your hotel!” he whispered in my ear.

“OK” I replied.

I was so relieved and so happy be to be taking this black hunk back to my room.

The short walk was over and we were at the hotel.

A smile from the security and soon we were in the lift. I was dying to kiss him, and I held him close. He was just so fit!

Moments later we were in my suite…..

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By *ree diverMan
over a year ago

Dudley

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By (user no longer on site) OP   
over a year ago

Lloyd sat back ‘normally’ on the sofa, and I lay along the sofa with my legs outstretched and my body was alongside his, with our heads close. I could smell his gorgeous aftershave and I was just so turned on and happy at how we had ended up like this. He turned to me and we engaged in a very gentle French kiss. I closed my eyes in order to savour the moment. His lips were so full and soft. Our kissing continued and I felt his hand on my boob. I felt so wonderfully honoured that this gorgeous hunk of a man even wanted to be in my presence, let alone touch me intimately. I extended my right arm and felt his masculine chest. My fingers slipped in between his buttons and just probed his absolutely Adonis of a body. I just couldn’t believe it when he whispered to me “smoke for me baby”. I picked up my hand bag from the floor and got out my cigarettes and lighter. As feminine as possible I lit the sexy cigarette and kissed him gently again. “I love that!” He exclaimed quietly. Anyone who knows me knows how I love smoking and find it a very integral part of my sex act and indeed, Tina’s persona. With the cigarette still in my hand I let my hand drop to his thigh, where I rubbed his muscular thigh as we continued to gentle kiss. I consciously held my cigarette as feminine as possible and took another drag from it before allowing the smoke to eminate slowly from my mouth, before once again allowing our mouths to touch. In no time at all the cigarette was done and extinguished and I returned to my original position, but this time I lay my head on his chest facing downwards towards his crotch. I hitched up briefly as to allow his hand full access to my boobs. His strong right arm was around me and I could feel him squeezing at my boobs. I let my hand wander from his thigh, across his crotch and onto the other thigh. I have to say now - he was very very excited and his bulge was just something else. I lay up briefly as to once again kiss him. I didn’t look down as my right hand tugged at his belt, and soon it was undone. I tried to undo his waist button but it was too tight and Lloyd helped me out by undoing it and pulling his trousers open, exposing and freeing his enormous bulge in his tight ‘Speedo’ like pants. I rubbed at his bulge as we continued to kiss. “I love you doing that Tina” he whispered. “I love doing it sweetheart” I whispered in return. I altered my position somewhat and now I was like kneeling up alongside him and I had both hands free to get at my prize. Not only that but Lloyds hand went around and up my skirt and his fingers were probing on my arsehole, he had manoeuvred my panties to one side with his expert, dark hands, and was straight at my brown honey pot. I did not complain, nor say anything as he did so. I welcomed his attention in any form. I pulled at the waist elastic of his pants, and pulled the material over his cock and back down. This allowed his cock to ‘flop upwards’ and my, what a sight it was. My mouth waters now as I type these words describing his gorgeous manhood.

His cock was really really dark, almost black.

It was really thick and absolutely solid, with thick full blooded veins running up and down it’s length. At the top was the most amazing dark brown bell end, which sat itself on neatly rolled up, very dark foreskin.

I looked back at Lloyd and he was smiling at me as I mouthed the words (but did not say anything) ‘WOW!’.

I turned my head back to his monster and concentrated on its beauty. I took hold of it with my right hand and gently pulled the foreskin back and forth, ever so gently, just to loosen him up a little.

I knew in my head that this was going to be the most amazing meet and I was not going to miss a thing.

After all the shrivelled up little acorns I had serviced over the past few weeks, this was going to be my treat, and I was going to enjoy it!

His bell end was dark brown also. His cock was just like the porn movies.

I have had lots of black men, but not many come up to speed like his did.

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