Diary of a transsexual escort

Monday:

I got up late today, close to lunch, but after last night’s exertions I badly needed my beauty sleep, a look in the mirror confirms that more sleep was needed, anyway I’ve got a day with the girls getting pampered and I cannot wait.

I put on my sexy black stockings and suspender belt (you really must always wear good underwear ‘as you never know when you’re going to get hit by a bus’ as my mother used to say, she had a thing for doctors too!) a tight black dress and killer heels later and I’m off.
Amazing time at the spa and feeling rejuvenated, David (a regular) called while I was on the masseur’s slab and wants to come over so I dash home to shower and change before a bit of afternoon delight with the Kind Banker as I call him (he always brings flowers).

David doesn’t like to admit it but he’s into rubber (learnt through trial and error over the last year) so I slip into my tight rubber knickers and bra (think I need to go up a bra size by the way, c now but could be bigger) over this I wear my new rubber nurses outfit (time for role-play?!)

David’s late but apologetic, if you bring flowers all is forgiven, he seems flustered so we have a glass of champagne and soon he’s relaxed and standing behind me kissing my neck while pressing himself against my pert round butt while caressing my breasts. I turn to face him, taller than him in my heels and push him to his knees, I lift my skirt and unable to wait any longer I pull by tight panties to one side allowing my throbbing cock to bounce free, he doesn’t need to be asked twice hungrily sucking while I hold a bottle of poppers under his nose. He stands up, I can see through his expensive suit trousers that he’s aroused, he’s not the longest by the way but what he does have is thick, I tell him to undress which he does at the speed of light!

I put him on the bed on his back and sit on his face (one of the great pleasures