So a Straight Guy, a Tranny, and a Mistress Walk Into a Bar…

Rayne — Thu, 26 Aug 2010 23:19:36 +0000

Read on to find out what happens when my straight as an arrow friend bends to his desires.

The Vagina Dialogues

Can a relationship be considered totally platonic if you’ve shared a woman? If so, that’s what Danny and I have going on. He’s been like a big brother to me since I moved to New York. We were members of a rowdy group of friends who bonded over the fact that the people we were dating were secretly…not so secretly screwing each other. I took it a little harder than Danny, so he took me under his wing. You see he had no trouble moving on and finding someone new. Never does. Women literally throw their pussy at Danny. He is 6’4″, Italian, tall, dark and very handsome, with the kind of sculpted body it takes hours of gym time to cultivate.

We have enthusiastically shared stories of our erotic exploits with the fairer sex. And when either of us found a plaything to be particularly exceptional, we never hesitated to share our toy with the other. One game I’ve never been able to get Danny to play, however, is hide the sausage. Sure he listens, with a totally open mind, to my tales of lusty fun with sissy sluts and bottom bi-boys. But he’s always declined to participate, expressing a desire for gender girls only. And quite believably so. Funny how the universe can throw a kink in the chain as we’re cycling along our path.

She’s Unbelievable!

He was breathless. I’d never heard him like this as he described her long raven hair, dark mysterious eyes, and curvy frame. “She looks like that Pussy Cat Doll!” he exclaimed. The one he once said he actually would wear pink panties for. “I can’t believe this is happening,” we said in unison. “When did you realize?” He responded, “You couldn’t tell at all. I mean at the bar I could tell the tits were fake but that’s not a giveaway. And she wouldn’t let me take her home that night which doesn’t happen often, but I just thought, wow a good girl left in New York. Then we talked for hours two nights in a row and she suggests a date of cooking dinner together at her place. We eat and talk and start to make out and before I know it she’s on her knees giving me the most amazing head I have ever had. I guess it’s true what you say about someone who has a cock knowing what to do with one.” Then I have to pull the next details out of him. Forcing him to describe how he discovered his dream girl had a cock to rival his own bulging, thick, 8 inches. He lustily began to feel here body as she tried to resist his advances he decided he had the moves to overcome the good girl act and would return the favor and go down on her. He knelt before her on the sofa and pushed his hand between her legs to find a hard rod and balls tucked into her panties. “You know me, I’m not freak out guy or anything, besides I was still feeling sort of attracted and I dunno. But something said get out of there so I did. But I can’t stop thinking about going back.”

Please Excuse My Absence

…and that brings us to Tuesday night, when I famously played hooky after convincing Danny to give her a call and have her meet us at a local bar. No, this is not the inspiration for my latest audio, The Boyfriend. That was recorded before Danny’s phone call. Maybe I should be taking psychic calls too, huh. LOL. We all arrived at roughly the same time. Danny had billed the evening as drinks and dinner with a friend and his girlfriend, we later lied the friend had to work late and wouldn’t make it and suggested maybe just drinks and pizza at Danny’s. He was right about her. She was stunning. And even I wouldn’t have known if I had not already known, ya know. I see how he was fooled and how the straight male in him was not able to get her out of either of his heads. Danny was very nervous at first. It’s why I was there. We drank, drank, and drank some more. Then decided to make our way back to Danny’s apartment where things got very, very interesting. My very private friend has asked that I not reveal all the details in this blog, however. So if you want to know more, you know where to find me.

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Horny Stroker Gets Masturbation Guidance from His Mistress

Rayne — Mon, 15 Mar 2010 02:19:30 +0000

Well, something you should know about me, I love to watch. Almost as much as I love to give orders. Last night, I got to do a little of both.

Cumming Attractions

Even before the main feature on Saturday night, I had the pleasure of a little preview on Thursday. I was chatting with guys on yahoo, as I often do between calls, when a young man we’ll call JM66 began a casual chat. Well not so casual actually, the guy was pretty fucking horny. He asked about sharing his photo, I had no problem with that and obliged him. I also had no idea what a treat I was going to receive. A sligtly lit photo of JM66′s naked torso and erect penis followed. Quite pleasing to the eye, I must admit. That member of is stood at attention reaching beyond his belly button towards his chest by at least 3″ and ended with a bulbous mushroom head. It was thick. I imagined his hand barely able to grip it. He said he had been stroking a stiff one for about 3o minutes and wondered if I could help him release. I wondered why a guy with a big, fat cock like that was home alone stroking when he could have easily found a warm, wet, cave willing to allow him entrance. But, I told JM66 perhaps his technique needed a little tweaking and that we should try guided masturbation. As we were chatting, another call came through and we lost contact that night.

A Hands On Experience

Well guess who does call Saturday night? A rock hard and throbbing JM66. He wants me to watch and guide him. How? He hasn’ t called through our dedicated guided masturbation website www.strokeforme.com that is designed to allow us to watch you exhibitionist freaks rub one off. Then an image pops up on my laptops screen. It is familiar. It is that same chiseled torso and that same huge cock. This time the hand does struggle to wrap around it and it slides up and down in a jerky rhythmless fashion. I immediately see the problem and get to the business of instructing him on just how to grip and glide on that cock. He carefully follows my instruction. His pleasure is audible as he lets out groans and moans and then I watch as he leans back slowly and an eruption of pure white cum sprouts from that big, beautiful head. We run out of time before either of us has a chance to comment. Immediately an IM pops up thanking me repeatedly, telling me how great it was. I’ll let you in on a little secret, your Mistress ended that call with a big smile on her face. And I think it is safe to say so did our JM66, a frustrated stroker no more.