The Sex Train Is Coming

There are only two days of vacation left and I am looking for a guarantee. Adventure and new experiences are fine but I only get to Thailand twice a year; and we are now in the 'can not waste any time' part of the vacation schedule. I am looking for a sexual guarantee. So I leave the Nana hotel and go across the street to the Obsessions bar. The Obsessions bar is a tranny bar. Honk if you love transvestites!

The Obsessions bar has the sexiest girls, the best music, the best sound system, and the best attitude. Trannies are all about sex and this place is rocking. I walk in and am instantly assaulted by three trannies. I don't really like this, but it seems to be written into the tranny code of ethics. Subtle they are not. It works out ok though because the one on my left is hot. She pulls down her top to show me her fantastic breasts. Her stomach is flat and her waist is small. She has an exotic looking face. I don't waste any time. I stand up, whip out 600 baht; and tell her to go get dressed. Off she goes happy and waving the money to her loser friends. She has a man.

Very fast she comes out in her street clothes and she is smoking hot. Bare midriff, high heels, tight pants, exposed breasts, jewelry, and makeup. She is about six feet tall in heels. I am 5'3". What a couple we made as we walked out of the Nana Plaza. She expects me to walk her across the street to the Nana hotel but I don't.

Instead, I take a right down Soi 4 and then I turn right again onto Sukhumvit. After a block of walking, she looks at me questioningly. I make the walking sign with my fingers. I hold her at arms length and show her off to others on the sidewalk. I smile at her. I tell her publicly how beautiful she is. Now she gets it. I want to display her. I want to brag.

Now she has a rocket in her rear. She is ramrod straight, her lips are smiling, and her eyes are bright. Jabbing the sidewalk with her heels, and jerking her hips: lookout, the sex train is coming. She is happy. A man is proud of her. We walk and walk, almost all the way to Asoke station. I finally stop her at a sidewalk vendor that sells stuffed animals, and dolls, and teddy bears to the bar girls. I buy her a stuffed dog. She is almost teary. A real man is treating her like a real woman.

She was a 'hormones but no surgery' tranny. Her body was like an amusement park. It didn't matter where you looked, or where you were; there was something to do. If you can think of it: we did it. She left mouth bruises all over my neck, and almost sucked the chrome off the trailer hitch. Grinding her and jamming her just like a woman; her breath was coming in short raspy gasps and bursts.

Now it was time for the main event. Pulling myself up on my shins, I reached under her hip with both hands and turned her over. Now it is show time. Forget the stuffed dog. Her long arms are spread and her talon nails are dug in. I take inventory. I feel fine and my lungs are clear. I've had a BJ two hours earlier, so there is no way I'm going to be a fast finisher. I'm a eunuch machine. A piston. I'm 54 going on 19. Earlier, I had dropped a 100 ml. bomb of Viagra and it is kicking in. You could model my dick at a tent peg convention. I ease in and start slow.

There is no hurry. I'm up on my fists and my forearms are jammed into her ribs. Her head is turned to one side: she is slit eyed and her breathing is slow and deep. A pro knows when to pace herself. And there is not going to be any nonsense about having to leave now. The sexual contract has been signed, the ink is dry; and she can see the same thing out ahead of her that I can see. There is a long clear sandy beach ahead of us. The sun is rising. And these two horses are going to run, and run, and run, and run, and run. No shame, no modesty, no excuses, no condoms. Just sex.

The next night I went back to the Obsessions bar. Telephone, telegraph, telewoman, teletranny. Nothing travels faster than gossip. Angie had told her friends everything. There were about twenty girls working the bar. Not all of them were interested in me. But four of them were interested in me and they were waiting for me. They knew the deal. They knew the rules. They knew what to expect; and they knew what was expected of them. They were players. They were ready. All I had to do was pick one. It was my last night in Bangkok. The last thing I remember is collapsing on the back of a sweaty, moaning tranny; and feeling like a shot dog. There is nothing sweeter than a guarantee.

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